When the four directions meet at the center
and turbulence gathers all together
When the broken trees have ceased their crying
And the rivers, painted black, will burn while the soil is dying
Five hundred nations rise, to tear the blindfold from your eyes
And they will show us the way
Spirit make our hearts strong (weihaiaia)
Let us be as one (weihaiaia)
Darkened hearts try to see us fall
But nothing breaks our voices' call
Spirit make our hearts strong
There are holy slaves with the blood of kings
There are cruel kings, who are slaves to their greed
Well I'm not a king or a slave, just a member of the human race
Standing for a world that's starting to bleed
Weihaiaia weihaiaia, weihaiaia weihaiaia, 2x
Spirit make our hearts strong (weihaiaia)
Let us be as one (weihaiaia)
Darkened hearts try to see us fall
But nothing breaks our voices' call
Spirit make our hearts strong
This massive compilation from Marvin Tate's Chicago ensemble is funny, wildly eclectic, and bursting with energy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 3, 2022