Intro (Push Out The Noise)

[Intro: Jessica Care Moore]

Push out the noise

Songbirds replace the morning commute

Face adjusting to the lack of sunshine in the blink of an eye

We know exactly where we were when the world stood still and grounded all the stars

On our back porch patios relearning the subtle art of breathing

Our tribes, our well traveled scars

We found warmth inside a family of arms

Connected with other mothers

Crafting countless lives and transforming two-bedroom apartments into theatrical stages

Ceilings covered in constellations

Learning really begins at home now

We remember every lyric to every song ever played

Living room is the dance floor

God bless the DJs

Perhaps the battleground and our peace of mind our suspended on the edge of Earth

Balancing gracefully right outside our front doors

And the laughter of our brilliant boys and the de-silencing of our majestic girls

We (We) push out (Push out) the noise (The Noise)

What is more radical then authentic love?

Moon at half mass, masquerading as global light

I see the God in you, that's what goddesses do

I made you breakfast too, we eat at noon

We move time

Sometimes the bravest step is standing our ground

B-Girl stands defiant along these divided skies

The same hands that built all those churches dipped in gold

Palms open and breakdance pose into prayer position

Also made you dinner and kissed away all your fears

The ones that saw us in the future and prayed us into existence from the 1700's

We still here

Everywhere aliens

Where to win if not in our own mythology?

Where to find comfort if not in the arms of our lover?

Our children swing, our breath pushes them into possibility and whispers their stories into truth

Birth is never planned, but oh, how we first cry

Fly Sankofa style back into a safe place along his treasure chest

A few moments right before the sun sets when summer returns after winter wept

Tears become a necessary blessing, a holy water for the forgotten

We are praying to any ancestor listening

Ain't we always been a amplified joy?

A boombox altered for the descendants of drums and water bearers

A gathering of souls

A sanctuary surrounded by natural springs, the bling of butterflies

Headphone escape route, a survivor's anthem plays on

Someone will tell them, "We are still alive"

We fight inside the music on our own land

Built from ancestral memory and questions

When do warriors rest? When there is nothing left to die for

What have you learned from being inside?

There's still no place like home