Na'im from Thunder by Dan Jeans

I remember you back in the summertime
So kind and gracious full of warm sunshine
As you welcomed us in on that Tirana night
And we'd communicate with smiles and bowls of Turkish Delight

Na'im this is your land Na'im
And in this land I'll walk with you to the watermelon stall
Count the frogs at night if you hear them calling

You drove us around like we were royalty
Even in your banged out Mercedes
One hand on the dashboard to keep it in place
As you greased that copper's hand with a look of distaste

This is your land Na'im
And in this land I'll walk with you to the watermelon stall
Count the frogs at night if you hear them calling

I stood among the pine trees and heard them sing
No sound but air and needles as I breathed it in
The smell wrapped round me and I felt my heart sting
With chamomile, thyme, citrus and rosemary
See it made me forget or is it remember?
A soul unabated by the chills of December
That makes no beginning and knows no end
And needs no other to mend
They tell me it's time to settle down and get a girl
But that's for idiots and swans I still wanna fuck the world
And as the raki flowed I knew it'd be alright
As we danced in the flicker of the tv light

So come around to my house
I'll give you yoghurt and honey
Why don't you come around to my house
I'll give you yoghurt and honey

• Acoustic
• experimental electronic
• folk
• pop
• singer songwriter
• soul
• Vancouver