Changanya

Changanya, fusión, from roots to electro
Conversation between what we love and what we know
Mezcla, the mix, live art form’s the tableau
From Afrique to Caraïbes to the back streets of SoHo
Collective memory, the sounds, smells and senses
Multiculti sensory, all our different influences
A childhood of Swahili Italia Cantonese
But musical vocabulary’s the language of reprise
A relaxing of ego, we grow, develop through it
Roots inform what we do but don’t hold us to it
Inspired by our roots, music our muse
Creative fruits, we are what we choose
We ain’t displaced, we’re in this place
And we’re going somewhere, yes: fresh into the future
We are the past in genes and mind’s eye
But how staid to stay in it how fresh to be free
UK melting pot’s no vulture, it’s sound assimilation
Harmonious common culture, a mosaic nation
New generation don’t buy into nationalistic attitude
Keeping cultures apart from a fear of the new
Chico Science, he got it, manguebeat brought a new sound
Fresh thinking bit, fuse the roots with underground
Respect for tradition, yeah, but not above the now
Not held prisoner by the past, won’t bow, don’t know how
A relaxing of ego, we grow, develop through it
Roots inform what we do but don’t hold us to it
Inspired by our roots, music our muse
Creative fruits, we are what we choose
We ain’t displaced, we’re in this place
And we’re going somewhere, yes fresh into the future
We are the past in genes and mind’s eye
But how staid to stay in it how fresh to be free
A relaxing of ego, we grow, develop through it
Roots inform what we do but don’t hold us to it
Inspired by our roots, music our muse
Creative fruits, we are what we choose
We ain’t displaced, we’re in this place
And we’re going somewhere, yes fresh into the future
We are the past in genes and mind’s eye
But how staid to stay in it how fresh to be free