Swing Praxis Songtext
von Anthony Joseph

Swing praxis
In which considering the lack of a truly beautiful violent revolution
We establish ourselves as mediums for change
Change which must accumulate to maximum impact and speed
Like rhythm and rhythm is a unit of meaning, of feeling, of being
And there are ways to withstand sustained conflict
But guns are the teeth of democracy
Yeah, swing praxis

We must not easily be possessed
By what is just the crudest element of a given plan
Either we vote or protest or tremble or march or fight
But either way it will soon be hard
To be cool and black at the same time
Swing praxis, swing

It is self-evident that we stand at the edge of a great victory
Of which we are confident
That we have been wounded in battle


But it′s too late to be hurt
It's too late to turn back now
So go on, go on
Bring fire music
With harmonic cycles and hemritim
And we will navigate the fear of death
Go deep in the jungles of deceit and concrete
And see how we are murdered on these streets

Or be real and go back to the old country
Go down in the valley and see how my people
Have built such beautiful homes in the dirt
See how only secular sound and the mutability
And resilience of black spirit duality
Can liberate them from history
Swing praxis

Swing praxis

Swing
Swing praxis

Go on, go on
Swing praxis

Woo, woo
Yeah
Swing
Swing praxis


Come with a hard bop and catch the vision
Jazz is a river of vigorous spirits
Come like lightning Hopkins with the akala hip shake
Come and dance the juba with the kick and snap and the arms akimbo
Swing as method, as action, as rubric, as heritage
As a black and combative orchestra
With terrible bees and whistles and teeth
Swing praxis
Swing praxis
Swing praxis

Come on
Oh, oh, oh
Swing praxis

Swing as method
Swing as a template for revolution
Woo
Swing praxis
Swing praxis

Go on
Swing praxis
Go on, go on, go on
Swing praxis