NORTHERN SAMBARAMBA

      1. Northern Sambaramba

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© 2007 Matthew Checker

Spring is here again the
world is turning green my
eyes are filled with psychacolour

People open up their
doors and blink up at the
sun that fills my head with lightness

Let’s go a little bonkers
The last time it was donkeys’ years
And dance a little northern sambaramba
Midnight summer madness
My heart beats with gladness
I’m dancing a little funky sambaramba

Pasty faces symbol-
ize the places we have
tried to handle all the winter

Mesmorizing sunny
Skies are blinding where’s the
Shade I’m not that into cancer

Let’s go a little bonkers
The last time it was donkeys’ years
And dance a little northern sambaramba
Midnight summer madness
My heart fills with gladness
I’m dancing a little funky sambaramba

Ba da ba da…

The angle of the bio-
sphere is making me feel queer
but then I kinda like it

Birds are singing and the
Parks are swinging and the
Days are spinning out their magic

Ba da ba da…

Yeah let’s……

Northern Sambaramba oh yeah!  rpt.

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ABOUT NORTHERN SAMBARAMBA

In Brazil the lighter side of life is so light you could start floating upwards! Samba brings out the passion for rhythm and dance, afflicting probably any Brazilian in the vicinity. In more northern climes people can often be much more reserved and stiff. Without alcohol, fear of looking stupid whilst dancing, especially when one has to be the 1st, acts like a wheel clamp.

Doesn't have to be so…

I wrote this song after summoning up enough courage to be that Pioneer, to let loose in front of a crowd of about 100 foot-tappers. I say foot-tappers because despite the grooves of the vibrant funk and soul band, that was all we allowed ourselves to do despite 2 hours of beer. It was hard (and I wasn't drunk) but I couldn't accept the crazy situation and refused to listen to that voice of fear telling me that I was going to ridicule myself. So I asked myself, “what is the worst that could happen to me?" And moved forward into the unknown.

The experience was so liberating that it led me to writing this song. As a Brit living in Germany, I know us northerners have got the samba (lust for life) in us, too and don't need to be scared to show it, even if it means being the 1st to take the lead. Even if we are the most uncoordinated movers on earth. In fact we tend to win respect as a result of jumping the hurdle and doing those ungainly bobs and gyrations for all to see. As I expected, within minutes of my example, there was a crowd of enthusiastic groovers beside me!

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