Oom Chaka Laka Laka Oom Chaka Day
Even here
in the dark
with the people yellin'
at the hammers nailin'
burned flesh with a wire mesh,
and all the people passin',
their faces lost and ashen
with a terrible passion,
their eyeballs flashing, teeth
gnashing,
limbs mashin' and griefs crashing,
broken and wondering what happened,
where even the gilded gates
of seven heavens
are lined with caution tape
and gang rape,
and gang rape,
you still bring joy.
That is the song of you.
It is a song of truth.
It is a song the sea's sing all day,
a song of fay:
oom chaka laka laka, oom chaka day.
That's what they say.
Here,
where the winds howl
in a steady growl
on hell's open plains,
the moon splashed terrain is
bloodstained,
where even angels
mouth malevolent proverbs
in the ears of the already fallen,
by hell's callin'.
And even the good hearted earth
gives birth
to monsters, ya'll,
you are still the sun.
That is the truth of you.
It is the song that never ends.
It sings
oom chaka laka laka, oom chaka day
in a special way,
in that fey voice of elf friends.
Even here,
lost and on foot,
covered with mud and soot,
in a hanging garden of entrails,
broken bodies,
and dangling limbs like brand new sins,
driven mad by hell songs and evil
spells,
where even the endless roots
of the great world tree
are shattered in pieces
like broken plates and bad fates,
smothered in feces,
you still bring wholeness.
Truly you are a debt
that can never be repaid.
Oom chaka laka laka, oom chaka day.
This is the only song that matters,
this song of you,
from which all songs spring,
this song of you,
of which all songs sing,
this song of you,
by which
even hell's screeching choirs,
with its barbed bloody wires,
are made quieter by comparison
thus soothed forever,
as they hide in their garrisons,
even here.
Even here
this is the song
that is sung forever,
this song of you
oom chaka laka laka, oom chaka day
that even gods,
adrift in the world's great water,
fear to sing,
oom chaka laka laka, oom chaka day,
lest even they
diminish its greatness
through simple ineptitude and lateness,
by seeking to be
impossibly
something forever beyond them,
so great is your hymn:
oom chaka laka laka, oom chaka day.
Even here. Today.
