AFRICAN SILENCE<\/p>\n
I see a colour stone
\nSalt placed on an open wound
\nReject, I always feel
\nStale bread on rusty steel<\/p>\n
I’ve seen a lot that’s changed
\nPoint Blank, it’s an African Silence
\nDeep inside I remain the same, hoping,
\nStill it’s an African Silence<\/p>\n
Stranger joins the TV scene
\nHis crew films our typical violence
\nIn the need to capture a film or two
\nHe will always be involved in African Silence<\/p>\n
Talk to my people,
\nWe’re in the need for something new
\nWe were placed in an order
\nAnd the list from which we may choose
\nIs in the corner of our mind
\nI notice there’s a swelling
\nAnd I hope it’s never mine<\/p>\n
Drums without an echo
\nBring the stranger to my ears
\nWill he give a production
\nForgive him if he’s filming
\nThe artist on a bench
\nHidden to expose
\nThere’s a painting of a tree<\/p>\n
I see a colour stone
\nSalt placed on an open wound
\nReject, I always feel
\nStale bread on rusty steel<\/p>\n
HALF FULL<\/p>\n
Standing in the rain as the sun shines on me
\nFace towards the stars while my spirit soars free
\nMusic in my soul playing continuously
\nShe’s wrapped in my arms smiling so peacefully.<\/p>\n
All the world has pain that just won’t go away
\n“Trouble everywhere,” is all that people say
\nIs there any point to living one more day?
\nSeems all the world has forgotten how to pray.<\/p>\n
Focus on the good that is living in you
\nCast aside deceit and hold onto what’s true
\nYour life is built on what you think, say and do
\nEven when it rains the sun is shining too.<\/p>\n
PINNACLE<\/p>\n
We will wash our hands
\nWe will talk
\nWe will thank ourselves
\nFor how far we’ve gone<\/p>\n
We have climbed
\nWe have bled
\nWe have dreamed up new things
\nTo come<\/p>\n
We will taste
\nWe have arrived
\nWe’ll postpone good things
\nFor another day<\/p>\n
We have sung
\nWe have cried
\nWe will wait here patiently
\nUntil we die<\/p>\n
What do we know?
\nI see where you’re coming from
\nIt’s a mess, I know
\nWill they question you?<\/p>\n
TRAFFIC LIGHT BLUES<\/p>\n
Are you wrapped up in your pain
\nFeel your whole life is in vain
\nQuench your thirst with Coke and Cane
\nOr maybe a little Acid rain
\nNow taste this Herbal cuisine
\nAnd meet our white Heroine
\nShe’ll turn your life into a dream
\nRight before she makes you scream<\/p>\n
I want to hold you and comfort you, Traffic Light
\nYou are only trying to do what’s Fair and Right
\n(It’s only right)<\/p>\n
I’m in Ecstasy, ‘cos Ecstasy is in me
\nI feel so happy, wish this was reality<\/p>\n
All about me the whole world is rushing about
\nSights and sounds engulf me, I think I’m freaking out<\/p>\n
I want to hold you and comfort you, Traffic Light
\nYou are only trying to do what’s Fair and Right
\nEveryone wants to go, from the Left and the Right
\nMad at you for keeping them waiting, poor Traffic Light
\nSo I want to hold you and comfort you, Traffic Light
\nYou are saving thousands of lives every day and night
\n(It’s only right)<\/p>\n
Feel you’re in a movie scene
\nWith filtered lights of pink and green
\nNothing’s real, not what it seems
\nCome speak with Alice’s queens
\nBroken thoughts from sizzled brain
\nLosing yourself once again
\nIf you’re trying to ease your pain
\nIt doesn’t help to go insane.<\/p>\n
BLACK PLAGUE<\/p>\n
Black plague you make me lonely
\nBurn my village, then disown me
\nDissolving faith, rat infested street
\nThey eat rubbish and human feet<\/p>\n
Black Death, you smile above me
\nThose bony hands, I understand
\nWaiting, waiting, first your lungs betray you
\nToo many deaths, you do demand<\/p>\n
A burning constitution
\nWith a diseased revolution
\nNowhere to go, but I can’t leave home
\nA burning constitution
\nWith a diseased revolution
\nNowhere to go, but I can’t leave home<\/p>\n
Black Plague you’ve poisoned the water
\nDare not drink it, please leave my daughter
\nSo young, has no redeeming
\nAbove me I see Death is scheming<\/p>\n
Black Plague you make me lonely
\nBurn my village, then disown me
\nDissolving faith, rat infested street
\nThey eat rubbish and human feet<\/p>\n
Is this revelation
\nOr nature’s frustration
\nand it is spreading
\nThis world is ending
\nI’m not superstitious
\nNor is this fictitious
\nRooted upon a feeling
\nThis gruesome killing<\/p>\n
SHELL HOUSE INCIDENT ’94<\/p>\n
Shot down, Heads down
\nEverybody’s dead while they’re walking in the street now
\nYou don’t know the reason why
\nBlades in, chest in
\nYou see the blood just running out your skin now
\nDo you feel the curse to die?<\/p>\n
Zulu’s on his feet, starts melting in the heat
\nAs the picture swells, oh God can we call a line?
\nDo you have a number we can dial?<\/p>\n
I tried to help you
\nI cannot go that way
\nI tried to free you
\nI tried to stop you
\nI couldn’t stand
\nThere’s no reason why<\/p>\n
Hot lead, he’s dead
\nSee young bodies piling up the street now
\nDoes the media have the right to lie?
\n“Pull out!” boys shout
\nBlistered feet carrying sin, “Evacuate”
\nIn the end, could we explain?<\/p>\n
AK in hand, oh this terrorised land
\nNot to fit the grip, the realms of reality
\nSubject’s ignored, for goodness sake.<\/p>\n
I tried to help you
\nI cannot go that way
\nI tried to free you
\nI tried to stop you
\nI couldn’t stand
\nThere’s no reason why<\/p>\n
I tried to help you
\nI cannot go that way
\nI tried to free you
\nI cannot go that way<\/p>\n
There’s no reason why.<\/p>\n
CAPTIVE<\/p>\n
When I close my eyes and dream, you’re there
\nI drown in the whirlpool of your stare
\nWhen I see your face I feel alone
\nKnowing that your heart is made of stone<\/p>\n
When I think I’m by myself, you’re there
\nKeeping my thoughts captive with your stare
\nWhen I see your face I feel alone
\nAnd my heart slowly transforms to stone<\/p>\n
Please leave me
\nRelease me
\nLeave today
\nPlease go away<\/p>\n
Go away, don’t stay, just leave today.<\/p>\n
MY FRIEND<\/p>\n
Here I sit alone
\nCrying on my own, again
\nThen you suddenly
\nAre here to comfort me, my friend<\/p>\n
And in you I find friendship so pure and true
\nAll the world and more could never replace you<\/p>\n
When my times are bad
\nWhen I’m feeling sad, again
\nYou reach out to me
\nTouch me healingly, my friend<\/p>\n
Deep concern is in all that you say and do
\nAll the universe could never replace you.<\/p>\n
WHY<\/p>\n
Why did I even try?
\nWhy did I ever cry?
\nGot to close, exposed myself
\nBurnt my thumb, now there’s no-one else<\/p>\n
Why did I feel the pain?
\nWhy did I let her stain?
\nSkin is cold, her reptile eyes
\nEmotionless, my demise<\/p>\n
Your hollow promises, why?
\nYour wracking painful words, why?
\nIf there stood my grave, would you ask why
\nLies the painfilled child with shallow eyes.<\/p>\n
SAIL THE SUN<\/p>\n
Sail the sun across the ocean<\/p>\n
They made it with seal wax
\nAnd Griffin flight feathers
\nStepped towards the ancient cliff
\nAnd said, “My, it’s fine Greek weather.”<\/p>\n
Sail the sun across the ocean<\/p>\n
They lifted like gods of flight
\nSpread their arms like eagle wings
\nFather said to son, “Don’t fly too high.”
\nBut above him the sun still sings<\/p>\n
Sail the sun across the ocean<\/p>\n
Soaring pride, below ocean’s tide
\nIcarus touched the sweet heavens
\nScorching Sun holds the youthful one
\nMelts his wings and begins the dreaded glide.<\/p>\n
Below the sun, under the ocean.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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