(Verse 1)
Beneath the blazing sun, where palm trees gently sway,
Microtones in whispers, from sitar strings they play.
Veena bends with longing, subtle shades of Phrygian blue,
Tabla’s pulse and mridangam’s call weave rhythms old and new.
(Pre-Chorus)
Hear the bansuri’s breath, like a breeze through sacred leaves,
Notes that bend and shimmer, like the tales the heart believes.
In this dance of sound, east and west entwined,
Reggae’s heartbeat beats with raga’s sacred mind.
(Chorus)
Raga roots reggae, feel the soul unwind,
Microtonal colors painting through the mind.
Quarter-tone bends in the melodies rise,
Under island skies where the spirit flies.
(Verse 2)
Guitar skanks steady, but with a twist of fate,
Strings slide with microtones, opening the gate.
Harmonium hums low, like a mantra in the night,
Bassline deep and steady, grounding flight.
(Pre-Chorus)
Flutes and sarangi cry, weaving tales of ancient lore,
Scales that speak in shadows, opening hidden doors.
Every note a story, every bend a sigh,
In this fusion of worlds, hear the spirits fly.
(Chorus)
Raga roots reggae, feel the soul unwind,
Microtonal colors painting through the mind.
Quarter-tone bends in the melodies rise,
Under island skies where the spirit flies.
(Bridge - Instrumental)
[Sitar and sarangi entwine, microtonal improvisation soaring over reggae groove, mridangam and tabla interlocking with the one-drop rhythm, bansuri flute weaving ethereal threads, harmonium pads swelling with subtle bends in the Hindu Phrygian scale, guitar skank with microtonal slides accentuating the fusion.]
(Verse 3)
In the village by the sea, where stories are alive,
Ancient chants meet reggae beats, together they survive.
A tale of longing, of freedom and of peace,
Where microtones and riddims never cease.
(Pre-Chorus)
Feel the sitar’s tears, the mridangam’s embrace,
In every microbend, a sacred space.
This fusion’s more than music, it’s a bridge of time,
Where reggae roots and raga’s climb.
(Chorus)
Raga roots reggae, feel the soul unwind,
Microtonal colors painting through the mind.
Quarter-tone bends in the melodies rise,
Under island skies where the spirit flies.
(Outro)
So sway with the rhythm, let your heart be free,
In this sacred fusion of land and sea.
From ancient scales to reggae’s flow,
Raga roots reggae, let the magic grow.
