Polyphony Marimba

by Polyphony Marimba

Released 2012
Released 2012
Our debut recording with fresh original songs and deep Zimbabwean traditionals-- still one of our best!
  • 07:24 Minanzi ("Beautiful Sounds")
  • 08:39 Story Lyrics Music of Zimbabwe


    Wonai Maraire, Dumi Maraire, wonai Maraire o my o we    (I see with respect Dumi Mariare)

    Wonai Mujuru, Ephat Mujuru, wonai Mujuru o my o we    (I see with respect Ephat Mujuru)

    Wonai Chigamba, Tute Chigamba, wonai Chigamba o my o we    (I see with respect Tute Chigamba)

    Wo Nhemarundwe, MaiChi Nhemarundwe, wo Nhemarundwe o my o we (I see with respect MaiChi Nhemarundwe)


    Wonai Mapfumo, Thomas Mapfumo, wonai Mapfumo o my o we    (I see with respect Thomas Mapfumo)

    Wo Mutukudzi, Oliver Mutukudzi, wo Mutukudzi o my o we  (I see with respect Oliver Mutukudzi)

    Wonai Tembo, Biggie Tembo, wonai Tembo o my o we (I see with respect Biggie Tembo)

    Wonai Chiweshe, Stella Chiweshe, wonai Chiweshe o my o we (I see with respect Stella Chiweshe)


    I love the music       --the music of Zimbabwe

    the sweet, sweet music     --the music of Zimbabwe

    I love the music      --the music of Zimbabwe

    the beautiful music     --the music of Zimbabwe


    And it makes me feel good     --it lifts me up off my feet

    yes it makes me feel good     --you know it makes me want to dance

    And it brings us together   --we don't feel so different anymore

    It brings us together    --oh yeah yeah yeah


    I can feel the music   --the music of the Shona

    down in my soul

    I feel the music,   warming up my heart

    I feel the rhythm,   pounding in my soul

    I hear the harmony,   opening my heart


    Yes I've always known her   -- somewhere down deep inside

    A gift of the spirit   --travelling through space and time

    somehow I've always known her    -- and her beautifuil melody

    A gift of the ancestors   -- every day they are calling to me


    coming from Zimbabwe    --the music of the people

    like a seed it was born on the wind

    A gift of the fathers,    a sound I can hear from within

    coming from Zimbabwe,    it landed on fertile ground

    A gift of the mothers,    circling round and round and round


    Ngatifare vana ve Zimbabwe  ("let's celebrate the children of Zimbabwe")

    Ngatifare vana ve America  ("let's celebrate the children of America")

    Ngatifare vana ve nyika ino  ("let's celeberate the children of the world")

  • 13:09 Dreams 12
  • Phoenix
  • 10:13 Story Lyrics Kutambura Kwavo ("The Suffering in the People")


    Over and over she sang, "kutambura kwavo" (the suffering in the people). Is suffering a permanent aspect of life? Or is there a way to live free of suffering? In humble prayer I open my mind for the answer.

     The suffering in the people is not an economic problem, nor political, nor religious, nor scientific problem. It is a problem of identity: Who am I? Am I a little pile of dust and water, seeking pleasure and avoiding pain? Am I a short-lived mind doomed to suffer and die, with fleeting moments of joy between long periods of struggle; love found, then lost? What am I? Am I spirit? Am I love unbound? Am I not separate? Is the reality in me one with the reality in you?

     The teacher of God says: "Love, which created me, is what I am." (Christ, A Course in Miracles) If I experienced myself thus, if everyone realized their true nature, and if we really are love, indivisible, immortal, all one, only appearing separate in a dreamlike delusion, how would we behave? The seer of reality says: "When you discover your real being, your life becomes love in action, meeting with obstacles and overcoming them; initially frustrated-- ultimately victorious." (Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj)

     Holy Spirit of God, teach me what is real, that my own suffering, and all misery in everyone, may come to an end.  If I am your child, safe in your arms, and there is no love but your own, and all of love is yours, then is war no more.  We could not conceive of using technology in the service of organized hatred, nor for any harmful purposes.

     Oppression, and the entire hierarchy of worldly power, the unfair distribution of wealth and resources--between individuals and between nations-- would evaporate as mists before the sun.  The true voice says:  "There is enough for all, provided all share."  (Maharaj)

     When I was a child I played selfish games with dangerous toys.  When I grew up I put away childish things.  "The consciousness in you and the consciousness in me, apparently two, really one, seeks unity, and that is love."  (Maharaj)  Thus sayeth one who knows.

     Take me back; take me way, way back, before my forefathers arrived on African and North American shores.  Take me to the southern African lands where a people known as the Shona sounded their mbira in healing ceremony.  The songs composed to bridge the living and the dead, to move the body and clear the head, gifted by spirit and lovingly held by man, are this day heard round and round the world.  I thank you, Shona ancestral spirits, who teach us healing notes of beauty; who share energizing rhythms, leading my mind to spiritual contemplation.  Thank you for this song.

     Lord help me realize my purpose in life.  Help me to know the purpose of this music, so lovingly given to those who first sounded these healing tones.  May the reality and power of love imbue each note with redemption, magnificent enough to inspire us to find another way to live.  May we gratefully receive the balm you offer our aching hearts and bewildered minds, to heal the suffering in the people once and for good.

     May we hear your voice, which assures us:  "All shall be enlightened in the end.  Not one soul shall be lost."  (Maharaj)


  • Aiwa Zita ("No Name")
  • Dreams 9
  • 07:34 Kiki
  • 06:27 Lyrics A Prayer

    Well, I am dying       as the sun begins to rise in my mind

    And it won't be long    when the night is gone I'll rest  in my home

    with my brothers    around me


    Oh  my Lord    I will see you when the sun   does shine

    And it won't be long    when the night is gone I'll rest   in your arms

    with your love   surrounding me


    Now   he does come for me    no longer will I linger in this veil      of tears

    in the light of day   he has shown the way and I   will go

    into Love    I give myself


    Oh  my Lord   I can see you are the light   in my mind

    in eternity   I will always be  with You   in Your grace

    now your love   surrounds me


    Oh   my Lord    I  can hear you clearly in    my mind

    you have always been   the journey's end  and now    I go

    with your love,   your pure love      surrounding me


Recorded a week after one of our dear young members, Miranda Chavez, took her own life, this album is dedicated to her.

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