It's the Latin soul version of the Lionel Richie hit from Puerto Rican singer Joe Acosta. Sing along:
"Karamu, fiesta, forever."
Whatever that means. I think it related to partying; paper hats, cheese and pineapple on sticks, fake bonhomie, chit-chat with loose acquaintances and friends-of-friends, mix tapes and worrying about the last train home.
I stayed up all night long this Friday night. I didn't go out. I drank six cups of coffee and worried about work. I scoffed cereal and was kept awake by howling urban foxes feeding rats to their cubs and sloshed slatterns sloping home from he Slug and Lettuce.
"Karamu, fiesta, forever."
I tossed, turned and gave up on the isea of getting some sleep. I took the bins out and slipped on some sick and crunched a broken bottle of breezer under my slipper-clad feet. I watched a 2am repeat of World in Action with sign language and subtitles. I turned the lights down and watched some hammy Hammer Horror on the BBC, swiftly followed by some fruity foreign flick on Film Four.
It was called Karamu, I think. It was a French farce.
It's the Latin soul version of the Lionel Richie hit from Puerto Rican singer Joe Acosta. Sing along:
"Karamu, fiesta, forever."
Whatever that means. I think it related to partying; paper hats, cheese and pineapple on sticks, fake bonhomie, chit-chat with loose acquaintances and friends-of-friends, mix tapes and worrying about the last train home.
I stayed up all night long this Friday night. I didn't go out. I drank six cups of coffee and worried about work. I scoffed cereal and was kept awake by howling urban foxes feeding rats to their cubs and sloshed slatterns sloping home from he Slug and Lettuce.
"Karamu, fiesta, forever."
I tossed, turned and gave up on the isea of getting some sleep. I took the bins out and slipped on some sick and crunched a broken bottle of breezer under my slipper-clad feet. I watched a 2am repeat of World in Action with sign language and subtitles. I turned the lights down and watched some hammy Hammer Horror on the BBC, swiftly followed by some fruity foreign flick on Film Four.
It was called Karamu, I think. It was a French farce.
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All Night Long - Joe Acosta
It's the Latin soul version of the Lionel Richie hit from Puerto Rican singer Joe Acosta. Sing along:
"Karamu, fiesta, forever."
Whatever that means. I think it related to partying; paper hats, cheese and pineapple on sticks, fake bonhomie, chit-chat with loose acquaintances and friends-of-friends, mix tapes and worrying about the last train home.
I stayed up all night long this Friday night. I didn't go out. I drank six cups of coffee and worried about work. I scoffed cereal and was kept awake by howling urban foxes feeding rats to their cubs and sloshed slatterns sloping home from he Slug and Lettuce.
"Karamu, fiesta, forever."
I tossed, turned and gave up on the isea of getting some sleep. I took the bins out and slipped on some sick and crunched a broken bottle of breezer under my slipper-clad feet. I watched a 2am repeat of World in Action with sign language and subtitles. I turned the lights down and watched some hammy Hammer Horror on the BBC, swiftly followed by some fruity foreign flick on Film Four.
It was called Karamu, I think. It was a French farce.
MARCO FINALLY LOST IT