Boonaa Mohammed - Learning How to Fly lyrics
[Boonaa Mohammed - Learning How to Fly lyrics]
Dead air fills a room with life
As the passengers begin their voyage
This is not your typical airport there is
No souvenir store or fee to board
And everyone's flying first class no
Matter what you can afford
Here Ahmed's and Mahmoud's don't
Get harassed by security
One by one, they enter the waiting room
The last receiving less blessings
Than the first i watch them the air is damp
With musk and ethnic incense
The ground is moist from fresh foot prints
It's my third flight of the
Day, in the late afternoon, so many delays
But I just wanna get home soon
The sun is hanging
Just danglining off the clouds
Not sure if he wants to come up
Or go back down
Shadows bouncing off walls like
A ball in rebound
Anticipating, just waiting to get this
Flight off the ground
Bags are checked, tagged and set
The flight attendant stands forth
To make an announcement
"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar"
The passengers mimic his words before
He even finishes his sentence
It's like they knew what he was going
To say before he even said them
And now they begin to enter, two by two
Faces wet, with beards dripping
This is deja-vu
I thought I knew all those who flew
But some of these travellers are new
Amongst the few
Back in transition to a home they never knew
Yes it's true flying can be scary with
All that terror on the news but just relax
Cause with kushoo you will
Really enjoy the view
I keep checking on the clock
And the time is almost due
Nobody likes flying late everybody's
Got things to do
But they are still entering and I am not sure
How many more people can fit on this plane
They move slowly bodies sore some
Lame resting on canes
They are old but for all the things they
Have forgotten they still remember how to fly
Checking their passports, reciting lines
They have already memorized
Over and over again until it
Begins to hurt their eyes
I am shy in their presence
A little boy sweeter than watermelons
And I wanna get high
Learn to fly the way they do
Slow and steady
Saying goodbye to this world even
For a moment or two
I choose the altitude of the
Righteous and the true
And bear witness that there is no one
More worthy the one I'm flying to
Ready to move, we are now boarding
And the first row's most important
To get closest to the pilot
There is a soft and gentle riot
Followed by a silence
As the flight attendant reminds us
Qad qāma tis-salaat, Qad qāma tis-salaat
Settle into my seat, I can feel my heart beat
The breeze from the cool air
Is fighting the summer's heat
We stand feet to feet, knees to knees
It's a tight flight when
You flying Asiritual mustaqum
Stoow, your luggage under your seat
Please turn off all cell phones and
Pagers or anything that might beep
In between the beats, I
Can hear myself breath
Ready for take-off in 1 2 3, Allahu Akbar
As the passengers begin their voyage
This is not your typical airport there is
No souvenir store or fee to board
And everyone's flying first class no
Matter what you can afford
Here Ahmed's and Mahmoud's don't
Get harassed by security
One by one, they enter the waiting room
The last receiving less blessings
Than the first i watch them the air is damp
With musk and ethnic incense
The ground is moist from fresh foot prints
It's my third flight of the
Day, in the late afternoon, so many delays
But I just wanna get home soon
The sun is hanging
Just danglining off the clouds
Not sure if he wants to come up
Or go back down
Shadows bouncing off walls like
A ball in rebound
Anticipating, just waiting to get this
Flight off the ground
Bags are checked, tagged and set
The flight attendant stands forth
To make an announcement
"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar"
The passengers mimic his words before
He even finishes his sentence
It's like they knew what he was going
To say before he even said them
And now they begin to enter, two by two
Faces wet, with beards dripping
This is deja-vu
I thought I knew all those who flew
But some of these travellers are new
Amongst the few
Back in transition to a home they never knew
Yes it's true flying can be scary with
All that terror on the news but just relax
Cause with kushoo you will
Really enjoy the view
I keep checking on the clock
And the time is almost due
Nobody likes flying late everybody's
Got things to do
But they are still entering and I am not sure
How many more people can fit on this plane
They move slowly bodies sore some
Lame resting on canes
They are old but for all the things they
Have forgotten they still remember how to fly
Checking their passports, reciting lines
They have already memorized
Over and over again until it
Begins to hurt their eyes
I am shy in their presence
A little boy sweeter than watermelons
And I wanna get high
Learn to fly the way they do
Slow and steady
Saying goodbye to this world even
For a moment or two
I choose the altitude of the
Righteous and the true
And bear witness that there is no one
More worthy the one I'm flying to
Ready to move, we are now boarding
And the first row's most important
To get closest to the pilot
There is a soft and gentle riot
Followed by a silence
As the flight attendant reminds us
Qad qāma tis-salaat, Qad qāma tis-salaat
Settle into my seat, I can feel my heart beat
The breeze from the cool air
Is fighting the summer's heat
We stand feet to feet, knees to knees
It's a tight flight when
You flying Asiritual mustaqum
Stoow, your luggage under your seat
Please turn off all cell phones and
Pagers or anything that might beep
In between the beats, I
Can hear myself breath
Ready for take-off in 1 2 3, Allahu Akbar