Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Play On lyrics



PLAY ON
by
Omar Musa


This is a warning to everyone.

Tomorrow is not your friend.

Tomorrow is a visitor whose arrival you cannot prepare for, whose moodswings you cannot anticipate. You cannot anticipate because you never know whether he arrives at your door bearing flowers or a handgun, but you know that he approaches by the hour.

This is a warning.

Never let the fire in the lamp burn low. Never stop making your music, even if the record is scratched, the needle is snapped and the mic is unplugged- play on.

Even when you stand looking out over treacherous reefs, where coral is like the blades of razors, where the sky is glimmering coal above sharks and shimmering shoals. Where you wade through tides of information (some right, some wrong, some plain insane) waves of opinion so powerful they threaten to drown you- play on.

Even when it feels as if friendship is a battleground, where the breeze is rich with ego and mistrust, where the burnished sun is blackened by a billion arrows that sing with the clarity of birds. Where we exchange pugilistic words in bourbon bars and hotted up cars, where we feel as if we are the flotsam and jetsam of marooned ideals- play on.

Even when the rejection letters stack up like a pyramid and they tell you that you have no talent and that no-one wants to hear an Aussie rapper from a small town and no fucking radio station will play you and you scream and scream and nobody hears you- play on.

But I'm not sure why we should, when clearly the odds are stacked against us. And I know that men's hearts are pastures that bloom with darkness. And when I look up at a crystalline structure of stars… I see just that.

All I know is that I am blessed to be here and that some day soon this man of passion and lust will be ashes and dust. And they will sprinkle me back into the soil from which I sprang and I don't want my final whisper to be a lament. I want to say that I sipped from the chalice when it was handed to me, that I leapt from the cliffs when the moment demanded it. That even though the record was scratched, the needle was snapped and the mic was unplugged, I played on.

This is a warning to everyone. Tomorrow is not your friend. So never let the fire in the lamp burn low. Because you never know when today might end.

3 comments:

Tom Maver said...

Hey Omar!

My name is Tom Maver, I'm from Argentina. I wanted to tell you that this is such a great poem.
I've been reading some of your stuff and it seems to me that there in Australia you people have something to say.
I want to thank you for that and also show you my own blog where I translate poems I like very much.
I have already translated this poem of yours, so beautiful, with powerful images and a great rythm!
http://hastadondellegalavoz.blogspot.com/2012/01/omar-musa-segui-tocando.html
I hope you like the translation or at least the way it looks.
This is my mail: tomasmaver@gmail.com, I would really like if you could help know other Australian poets and rappers.

Anonymous said...

What is the meaning behind this poem. Why did you write it?

Anonymous said...

Sending you much love brother Omar.. keep playing on. Saludos from Madrid, Spain.