Those that live in foreign lands But never really left their home Whose hearts never cup the sands Upon which their reluctant feet roam And the prints made where each boot stands Will be washed away by the evening foam Of a suspicious tide that never understands The ripened fruits of an alien-like biome - - Ye shall go back home with empty hands To a strange land that is no longer home. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
alien
ALIEN, YOU’RE MY BABY
Strange woman
Something about you
You’re like an alien
And yet you make me feel so human… ahaha…
Alien, You’re My Baby
Sax solo
Your rhythm, My rhythm, your Rhythm
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Your Rhythm, My Rhythm, your Rhythm…
Beautiful alien
And when You’re hurting
It hurts me deeply
And it just makes me feel so human… ahaha…
Alien, You’re My Baby
Sax solo
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Your Rhythm, My Rhythm, your Rhythm
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Sax solo
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby, My Baby…
Repeat
Sax Exit
With adlib
Hedabedabe..
Hedabedachapechapedaba…
Repeat
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Alien Coming Soon
I was at the ruins of Eppstein Castle last Sunday, shooting the Music Video for “Alien You‘re My Baby“
Coming soon.
1.
Strange woman
Something about you
You’re like an alien
And yet you make me feel so human… ahaha…
Alien, You’re My Baby
2.
Sax solo
3.
Your rhythm, My rhythm, your Rhythm
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Your Rhythm, My Rhythm, your Rhythm…
4.
Beautiful alien
And when You’re hurting
It hurts me deeply
And it just makes me feel so human… ahaha…
Alien, You’re My Baby
5.
Sax solo
6.
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Your Rhythm, My Rhythm, your Rhythm
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
7.
Sax solo
8.
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby, My Baby…
9.
Repeat
10.
Sax Exit
With adlib
Hedabedabe..
Hedabedachapechapedaba…
11.
Repeat
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
READING MEANING
The strange bird
Strangely heard
Their fear as a song for which
It had no dance-steps
Their hatred as a tongue for which
It had no dictionary
All it had was its strangeness
And its strangeness was its Dance
And its book of many Meanings.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
