Inde - ULTRABRIGHT

Ultrabright moon
I got it
Down bad and blue
A comet
Superdry season 
I feel it
Freshwater tears

I'm on an island in the Caribbean
Tryna get some queer love without dying
I'm drying out at the soul and the skin from the salt and the sulfur
40 snails in pail feels a lot like a metaphor
Hear the music, to the tune of worship
So much beauty in these island voices
C'mon n speak up, oh, get down, but spare me the lies
(I only got) seven days more to go til we kill July
And to Antigua, I'll say goodnight, yeah

Ultrabright moon (yuyuh)
I got it
Down bad and blue (yuyuh)
A comet
Superdry season (yuyuh)
I feel it
Freshwater tears (yuyuh yuyuh)
I'm Ultrabright
Ultrabright, yeah
Ultrabright
Ultrabright, yeah
Ultrabright moon (in the sky)
I got it
Down bad and blue (so am I)
A comet
Superdry season (I just cry)
I feel it
Freshwater tears
I'll survive this

Drought ah ah ah ah ah ah
Drought ah ah ah ah ah ah
Drought ah ah ah ah ah ah
Drought ah ah ah ah ah ah

I'm on this island in the Caribbean (sea)
And when it rains, it's pourin' for one reason
Because I'm thinkin', oh, bout you, monsoon come through
(Cuz I'm) feelin' so alone, down bad and blue
You got camo and a cool demeanor
You got amo, shoot your shot right here
Bu' you d'wan come gimme no love
All you island boys live in the cupboards
Cover up all ya colors for favas an' movas who'd bully their sons an' dey lovers

Come on out, we outside
Come on out, we don't hide
Come on out, we outside
Come on out, we don't hide
Come on out (come on out) we outside
Come on out (come on out) we don't hide
Come on out (come on out) and look up 
There's an Ultrabright in the sky

Ultrabright moon (yuyuh)
I got it
Down bad and blue (yuyuh)
A comet
Superdry season (yuyuh)
I feel it
Freshwater tears (yuyuh)
Ultrabright moon (in the sky)
Ultrabright
Down bad and blue (so am I)
Ultrabright
Superdry season (I just cry)
Ultrabright
Freshwater tears (Tears in my eyes yeah)

In the backyard with the soursop and the mangoes
I put-put a knot right round the neck of a gecko
It became a young man who was moon soaked
And the sea spray covered his hair like a halo
In the backyard with the soursop and the mangoes
I coulda put a knot right like a ring on a finger
Called my frame to his sugarcane aura
And I left with a feeling like gold rush

Written by:
Indë Francis

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