Badagry Beach

Mungo park, the explorer, loved the light
Of Badagry beach
The singer fela sang
Of the lights and the noise
In the city air
Of Badagry beach

The portuguese sailors found trade on the malarious shores
Of Badagry beach
The rusty shackles remain there: A bare testament
Of what went before

Yeah, if I knew her less, would I love her more?
'Coz when I get too close to her
Is when I can't see the beauty of her
Anymore

A masquerade
A beggar man
An iroko tree
Palm wine
A coral snake
Badagry is one of those beautiful and deadly things
At the same time

I'm down by the mission under the agia tree
Of Badagry beach
And I wonder to myself
How many secrets she holds
And will never let show

Yeah, as I walk along her golden shore line
Diesel oil and sand's under my feet
Washed by the tides that came before
And come again

Harmattan winds are blowing.
Harmattan winds are blowing.
Spirits that swirl in the dust devils
And disappear.

A loneliness that is continental
Wanders far and wide
A loneliness that is an inward thing
Can rock itself to sleep every night

Yeah, if I knew her less, would I love her more?
If I knew her less, would I love her more?

'Coz when I get too close to her
Is when I can't see the beauty of her
Anymore