Bantu Rejex (a half century album)

by Lesego Rampolokeng & the Kalahari Surfers

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coming off the blue train the) judas-finger that pointed was prosthetic in a velvet glove (takes tablet-twos the marked & the informant loam-joy from home boy) contempt for the bought stump-prompted comptroller-programmed to jump/hump on auto-cue consult & get insulated (together we are con-voluted) unilateral is despotic,comrade’ CON-VOLUTED smut weapons wild shame suffering came in sand stuck urethral in viagra bonds bent boys & girls meat hooked on choppers angels in bondage humility clouds restraints prayers sent out into polluted space to junkie-gods on the nod junkie-gods on the nod CONVOLUTED junkie-gods on the nod mister spirits methylated in ethical combat with arterial puke went contravenous against the vein- coming off the blue train coming off the blue train loam-joy from home boy against the vein coming off the blue train
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Bantu Rejex 04:30
BANTU REJEX Book spines break another fire over Rostock traffic signs on the road to destiny green the uniform in their humanity’s expression so we’re bending to dog position until they brainwash when they cum beasts in suit-and-tie disguise programmed to burning tree klannishness rhythm-soul enslavement The dead the maggots forgot Goners among the fawners Write to the beat of the anaesthetic Generation of the apathetic Who will incite the yawners? Value is gauged by pedigree… BANTU REJEX another fire over Rostock anger in a tin can obscene Silicone wrath The palace’s synthetic message The rape of celebrity worship Names written in neon-semen stuffed animals on a spirit-quest tongues twisted in sick-speak like the Lindela mystic sees life as economics & the foreign label attracts profiteer tics descend from the skies of class…to suck BANTU REJEX take unemployment lines and pass them off as verse Soon we hear the padda kwaak dressed up in Prada where & whom you’re from determines your fashion& form cry the Immaculate Conception babies Sting in the male & the bite in the female soft as the eyes of annihilators show your stealth certificate from the page the stage(that’s rhyme basic as a louse… Or just human rights) BANTU REJEX They kiss it, on their knees at the feet of the Emperor & his entourage.
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SUPERNATURAL DISASTER words: Lesego Rampolokeng supernatural disaster the vile powers ascendancy equate the mortal dusts rise thought assassin violate dream sense ravage word disintegrates to zero sound mutant farmyard activities supernatural disaster decimation shift towards the psychotic saviour guilt super policy dictate grim reap to reparate horror scream transmute to air silence/expiration WORD state ACT word disintegrates to zero sound mutant farmyard activities supernatural disaster cast across dream borders devil forces order screams dawn pen hand solid rise & stand sandy horizons' lies bend thunder wind broken sick mind token under slick behind tongue flips dung sermon time is birth-breathe death-scam con-mans wreath earth scorches nothing black torched season tacked fifth line mark great white black dog sharks darknight bog-fuck barks declare love no nuclear weapon carve heart or hate mutilate ART positivity in fart wake word disintegrates to zero sound mutant farmyard activities supernatural disaster in a chicken shack plucked where so many tears fell
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CHILD SOLDIER ( L.Rampolokeng) ----------------------------------- We are the inscription invisible on the heroes memorial locked in cerebral manacles we rattle our brains unhinged intellects how do you embalm a phantom? After the phantom birth a new death is here in the colours of the brain blow leader of the revolution is feeder of assimilation steward on the march to depravation and we move out of the gravy and into the stew it's a short walk to the sewer the rage turns in implosion disengage the enemy within we raise no busts no declaration no dogma we are dumb-arse-down and out of sight but the red in the carpet is ours disengage the enemy within embalm a phantom
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In Transition words: L.Rampolokeng --------------------------------------- We spin in circles of terror caught in the nightmare of judgement Where the mirror of the present shows the face of error Where emotion supercedes reason In transition In transition When the rains come the fires die yet we are warm Like lice on the pubis in love time In transition We whirl on our stand Kicking skulls on the soccer field and from the grandstand applause rings in blood-drops celebrating the abortion of freedoms child In transition In transition We are mutant legions defining ourselves in noble terms Flaming placards at cold barricades Drawing safe lines behind crumbling walls of euphoria Behind the blades of our own danger In transition In transition Petty bush pigs talking about negotiation table manners Fuckademics unrolling scrotals of fartastic words To enlighten the illiterate Witches in churches passing the collection goal Fools in schools without mules with whips for stools And then tools In transition In transition Thus we rush to the future Unless the wheel of time gets a puncture (Vocals: Lesego Rampolokeng)
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Blackness 04:57
Blackness and Light (W.Sony/L.Rampolokeng) My Blackness cuts up the Light / The light cuts up my blackness The light descends and strikes / To the heart of the night Dusk around my head / The night (Voice words- Lesego Rampolokeng)
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Minority Report (words: W.Sony & Lesego Rampolokeng) ----------------------- There’s a noise downstairs - Put on your clothes Somebody is breathing - Standing quite close There’s a man in the darkness I can feel his light Don’t call security - I think it’s all right “Pull in and pull out to be born and not to die with a bullet in the gut and lie and bleed in the dirt and a cigarette that won’t light and when it does smoke comes through the throat ‘cos that’s where the blade cut and a siren in the head and wait for dawn knowing your days are gone” You used to tell me there was nothing to fear Give me direction - make sure it is clear We’re always leaving - with nothing but fear Across the sea - we’ve got a cross to bear “your days are gone” “…trying to stop all these guys coming to me. They’re trying to shoot. Look here. Look here. They shoot…trying to shoot …here..and other one is here….” Journalist:”there were many bullets huh?” Ya .. so many bullets”
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Temptation 07:16
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Blue V's 03:29

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released June 9, 2017

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Kalahari Surfers South Africa

Warrick Sony is a South African composer, producer, musician and sound designer.
He is the founder and sole permanent member of the Kalahari Surfers. They made politically radical satirical music in 1980s South Africa.

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