In a stone wood house
In the cool green shade
At the foot of the mountain
So far away
Sits a barefoot boy there born and raised
Singing songs
In the Old Style Way
In the Old Style Way
Life was so simple then
Unlike today in a world gone mad
Where eyes warm and bright
Turn cold and grey
There's a lot you can say
For the Old Style Way
As he works the land
He sows the seed
That grows into his destiny
Wind in his heart
Earth in his hands
He won't forget where he began
In the Old Style Way
Life was so simple then
Unlike today in a world gone mad
Where eyes warm and bright
Turn cold and grey
There's a lot you can say
For the Old Style Way
By the light of the moon
She comes to watch him play
As he sings to her the story of his life
The night ends to soon
He wishes she would stay
As his eyes see stars up above
In the Old Style Way
Life was so simple then
Unlike today in a world gone mad
Where eyes warm and bright
Turn cold and grey
There's a lot you can say
For the Old Style Way
Congolese rhythms mix with drill, boom bap, and grime on this album of emancipatory jammers highlighting the lives of women. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023