Immaba from Uh Oh by Mutant Sidekicks

Immaba

I took a walk by the river, alone in the city of light,
I saw a girl by a lampost, adrift in the sea of the night,
I wanted to ask her name, when a car crossed the bridge overhead,
When I turned she was right beside me, she looked in my eyes and she said:
Immaba, Immaba—she spoke in the language of dreams
Immaba, Immaba—I had no clue what it means,
but I know sometimes things aren’t always the way that they seem.

We took a walk, to a bus stop, understanding it all without words,
Everyone there, on the sidewalk, admiring her glorious curves,
I wanted to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t asleep,
Even in my wildest dreams, life’s never been this good to me.
Immaba, Immaba—she repeated that magical word
Immaba, Immaba—the sweetest sound I’d ever heard,
And until I heard it my life had been dull and absurd

We rode though the crooked streets under swollen and treacherous skies,
I never asked where we were going or why,
All of the answers were in her eyes...

All of the disappointments and heartaches from when I was young,
Lifted like mist in the morning sun,
When she spoke in her sweet and mysterious tongue...

A shadowed house on the corner, across the street from the park,
I climbed the stairs, behind her, she searched for her keys in the dark,
But when she unlocked the front door I saw something that changed the whole deal
There on the couch was her mama—the size of an elepahnt seal.

And on her feet, in a heartbeat, I didn’t know what to expect,
She crossed the room like a track-star athelete, and threw both her arms around my neck,
I swear I almost suffocated when she clamped me to her humid breast,
And in the time it took to break free... well, I just can’t tell you the rest,

Immaba, Immaba—I heard as I ran down the stairs,
Immaba, Immaba—apportez-moi la Croix de Guerre!
Now I know there’s no God to answer a poor pilgrim’s prayers.
Immaba, Immaba—she spoke in the language of dreams,
Immaba, Immaba—I found out the hard way what it means,
Now I know things are never the way that they seem.

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• San Francisco