William Onyeabor

He was reclusive like a personhood of folklore

soaring/soared were the the disco sceners dances, the music

of William Onyeabor. The music in me had machinery

Like’s Germany’s Ruhr

Nigeria adopted the disco hysteria

In the West African area, the dance/style

craze, so amazed, became a club bound criteria

which was empirical

I’m also a fan of the lyrics of Dylan

But I’m also a sucker, I give merit to the minimal lyrics

and big sound of William

Fill in! Me some I’m gonna explode, I suppose hypnotoad, the dance night load,

has me now in Soy Loco Por Ti America and Disco mode.

Fill in! me a man who’s fantastic!

My music taste, going ham, is in need so drastic!

Fill in! Heaven and Hell, track seven, the dance lesson rings a bell,

No longer in boredom’s session I dwell

Brethren I tell!

Fill In! Body and Soul.

great disco success. Music! I’m I’m no longer a mess.

He bottled it up in his cage. He was tired of society, his retreat computed.

Like maybe rage. who knows, he fired away to his estate to live so reclusive.

He remained composing in his house with an ear so keen

Toward new styles his music dream leaned, as an outsider Artist

not part of any established scene, and died in obscurity in 2017.

- AvalonDakota

- 1/24/24

- 2:24am