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Damon Albarn

Damon Albarn

Mr Tembo

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njili, Injili can I sing with you
'Bout Mr Tembo and what he's got to do?
But first I'm going back, to the Colworth Road
To find the mission, and help him with his load

Mr Tembo's on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But together he will need a helping hand
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned

Injili, Injili we will sing with you
Just like the TV in Mr Tembo's room
Of the emphatic night, he checked in on his own
At Mkomazi Inn, and made it his home

Mr Tembo's on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But together he will need a helping hand
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned

Injili, Injili we will sing to you
'Bout Mr Tembo and what he's going through
Gets up early while you are still in bed
Mr Tembo, grey blanket by his head

Mr Tembo's on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But together he will need a helping hand
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned

Lad! You take those lions off of the front of the boat!
Good god man, do you have some cotton wool in your ears?
I'm trying to run this expedition in a decent manner!

Logistics, foliage, golf, bungalow, spires, canals, cows, hay-bales.
Telegraph wires, pylon power
Farmhouse, smoke, chimney still used. Stone, satellites, Football pitches, faded flags and lots of dogs
Neon cross on top of a block of flats, and a church, not as usual.

Mr Tembo's on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But together he will need a helping hand
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned
It's where he is now, but it wasn't what he planned

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