Gershan, the Khoisan Boy.Man, was born to tell a story: the story of his people, forever walking over the ruins of their freedom. They seek something beyond themselves, beyond the edifices of cities and selfishness, beyond the very confines of our human world.
With his words and music, he exalts Mother Nature and reminds us all of our intractable connection to the earth.
‘The Native Son’
Oh Great Mother!
I’ve been sleeping
Only to be vexed by the sound of your weeping
I am your Native Son and I have come to listen
Listen to the sound of them seeping your blood
through their pipes like veins carrying your life force
Oh Mother! I’ve been sleeping
Only to be woken by the sound of you weeping.
I made it back to the start where your Heart and mine
beat in line with the Sun with whom I run
like those that came before me.
I am your prodigal son who’s returned
and I’ve learned that without you,
I am nothing.
I have come to listen and learn at your feet
from the ground where we’ll one day meet again
when my last breath leaves me.
Mother I was woken from my slumber by the sound
of the lumber jacking only their own air supply
The air that plays freely with my hair as I stare at your wonder
Do they care that soon you might not be there?
Mother I was woken by the sound
of the slaughter of your water.
The essence of life that alleviated strife
for those that came before me
Will they ignore me too?
The way they have done with you?
Mother I am your Native son
and I can’t outrun this great conflegration
that sweeps all the nations any longer.
Please reign in the fire so that we may sit
at its feet like those that came before me.
I am your Native Son
and I am burning,
To heal my mother wound.