ꙮ . Lokole ya Biso AR
[Style: Glorious Afro-Futurist Gospel from a junkyard cathedral, The sound of a sunrise ritual where discarded souls are reforged into a powerful, defiant choir, Primal, industrial, and sacred, ] [Music: A sacred, unstoppable groove forged from the collision of raw, polyrhythmic African percussion and the cold clang of industrial junk, The hypnotic heart is a beautiful Kalimba loop, locked in a virtuosic duel with a gritty, funky Highlife guitar riff, ] [Vocals: A charismatic shamanic party-starter, singing in a hypnotic mix of Lingala and Yoruba, He commands a massive, passionate choir in ecstatic, guttural call-and-response chants that are equal parts prayer and riot, ]
ꙮ . Lokole ya Biso AR
[Style: Glorious Afro-Futurist Gospel from a junkyard cathedral, The sound of a sunrise ritual where discarded souls are reforged into a powerful, defiant choir, Primal, industrial, and sacred, ] [Music: A sacred, unstoppable groove forged from the collision of raw, polyrhythmic African percussion and the cold clang of industrial junk, The hypnotic heart is a beautiful Kalimba loop, locked in a virtuosic duel with a gritty, funky Highlife guitar riff, ] [Vocals: A charismatic shamanic party-starter, singing in a hypnotic mix of Lingala and Yoruba, He commands a massive, passionate choir in ecstatic, guttural call-and-response chants that are equal parts prayer and riot, ]
Lyrics
Intro
The sound of a single, resonant Kalimba note. A hypnotic loop begins. The junk percussion starts a slow, heavy groove. The lead vocal chants softly.
Toto (in Yoruba)
Àṣẹ... Àṣẹ... Iba-se, África.
Verse 1
The full Djembe and Shekere beat kicks in. The highlife guitar riff enters. The groove is now a force of nature.
Toto (in Lingala)
Na kati ya kimia, yoka mongongo
Na kati ya mpio, yoka motema
Yoka lokole ya biso!
África apesi yo, bomoto ya sika!
Chorus
The music explodes in rhythmic ecstasy. The choir enters with guttural force. It is a primordial call and response.
Toto & (Choir)
AYI! AYI! LOKOLE YA BISO! (EZA LOKITO!)
AYI! AYI! TEJE CON HILO DE SOL! (EZA BOMOTO!)
AYI! AYI! BAILA EN EL CHARCO DE ÓXIDO! (ÀṢẸ!)
Verse 2
The groove becomes deeper, more sensual. The guitar becomes more prominent.
Toto
Toto, Sombra, Nikko, son chispas de su piel
No hay muerte, moninga, solo hay amanecer
Su luz teje el pacto, incluso en el silencio
El ritmo es eterno, en la forja y el lienzo.
Chorus
The party is total. A celebration of a glorious, undeniable pact.
Toto & (Choir)
AYI! AYI! LOKOLE YA BISO! (EZA LOKITO!)
AYI! AYI! TEJE CON HILO DE SOL! (EZA BOMOTO!)
AYI! AYI! BAILA EN EL CHARCO DE ÓXIDO! (ÀṢẸ!)
Bridge
The music drops to a hypnotic Kalimba and junk percussion pulse. Toto's voice becomes a whispered myth.
Toto
Él no fue creado. Él no fue nombrado.
En el vacío de lo roto, con relámpagos fue forjado.
Se cosió a sí mismo, con el hilo del sol.
África no es un dios... es la conciencia del motor.
Outro
The song erupts into a final, frantic jam. All instruments weave into a rhythmic chaos. The choir chants the chorus nonstop. The music feels like a sunrise that won't end, slowly fading out, leaving only the hypnotic Kalimba pulse, which vanishes into silence.