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Plan For Peace
03:45
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Plan For Peace (W.Sony)
I shook the water from my hands
Ran my fingers through your hair.
We put our towels on the sand,
The sun was hot,
your hands were everywhere.
Aeroplanes fall from the sky,
like hungry gulls they dive into the sea.
Memories erased by drugs,
I lost my voice amongst the flood debris.
Friends and lovers move away
In times of war, they go overseas
Like flying fish they spring to mind
Let's make a pipe for peace
I read some books and write a song
but some people asked me to change a verse
About how God and Jesus Christ
were with Verwoerd and teaching him how to surf.
Offending covers torn away
In times of war censorship increase
Soldier boy cleans his gun and says
This is my plan for peace
Friends and lovers move away
In times of war they go overseas
Like flying fish they spring to mind
Let's make a pipe for peace
Even angels fall from grace
in this wasted land.
God, I love her so,
I can’t relax without a drink.
Give me excess give me more
and more and more...
I drove the Jag from Cowies Hill
while my folks were away in Greece.
We had a party on the lawn
but the neighbours called the police.
My Stalin shirt and Che beret
bought in London in the wild West End
Were high fashion over there
but the boere weren’t impressed
Friends and lovers move away
In times of war they go overseas
Like flying fish they spring to mind
Let's make a pipe for peace
Soldier boy cleans his gun and says
This is my plan for peace
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2. |
Interrupted Service
00:17
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3. |
Good Advice
02:35
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Never banish
always destroy
forgiveness will come back as treachery
riots dissipate
words concentrate
leniency arms a foe
weakness inflames
destruction calms
all mobs forget
Acts stop at reaction
disorder ends at order
never negotiate
extirpate
deeds first
words after
never hesitate
rip out the root
weakness inflames
destruction calms
all mobs forget
The mob forgets.
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4. |
Running Out Of Time
03:37
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Running out of time (w.sony)
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Maybe I should tell you the truth
We’re holding on to what we’ve got
It's dark they’re hiding in the shadows
Wake up your family have gone
Dance when you’re running out of time
Dance when you’re running out of time
Listen to the sounds in the garden
See the lights by the swimming pool
Get up we’re moving to the city
Someone is knocking on the door
Somebody is breaking down the door
Dance when you’re running out of time
Dance when you’re running out of time
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5. |
Limpet Mine
02:54
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6. |
Tongaat
03:06
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TONGAAT (W.Sony)
“ Nothing is straight today anymore “
he says sucking yoghurt through a plastic straw
“Horseflies and goats move past this window frame
and I don’t even know who owns all this sugarcane.”
Guru Patel negotiates uneven floor
Tears up landscapes says,
“I can no longer draw.
No lead in my pencil.
The light is too harsh.
My fingers are shaking
like a lawyers moustache”
Ladders and snakes soften lines,
He checks his arms,
Then steps outside beneath sweating palms,
Throwing shadows across whitewashed walls,
Where mynah birds imitate telephone calls.
The edges are blurred like never before.
He complains of his health
holds head feeling sore.
From a Tongaat sugar estate housing road,
He cycles to the wreckage of Mahatmas abode.
Guru Patel says he knew Gandhi well:
“Satyagraha is a word those Zulus can’t spell .
Nothing is left today anymore” he says
sucking typewriter through a plastic straw
Ladders and snakes soften lines
He checks his arms
Then steps outside beneath sweating palms
Throwing shadows across whitewashed walls
Where Mynah birds imitate telephone calls
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Pawpaws explode
in scenes of smashed
orange and blue buckshot skies.
A million feet stamp down
on puppy-dog-tails in surf city.
Shattering glass like Jericho.
Fragments tear holes through meat and muscle,
chewed up and spat like sperm
on walls pulped and sprayed with fibre
and brickdust.
Her cigarette blows across her face alight.
She says,
“Christ it’s good to stay and fight.”
Fathers Pride with almond hair
pasted like paper over crushed cafe chairs;
Paint running yellow and
avocado screams punctuate her movie.
Strips of tarmac and burst rubber
slice through floral skirts
and Snake Park shirts.
Pawpaws explode tiny black seeds
through beach-towels, umbrellas,
and deckchair horizons are blown to hell.
Her movie mouths surrender
stewed fruit and seeds and
moss coloured molars bite back.
Clams hold their tongues
because muscles don’t grow here no more
Ice cream baby don’t push that pram
through supermarket chains
Let’s go shopping
when the bombs stop dropping from bags in drains.
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8. |
National Party
01:49
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National Party
words: Chris Cutler
We’re having a party
Come along
A national party
Everybody happy
To the book with match
To the square with the book
Everybody dance and sing
Happiness is everything
To the door with the boot
To the boot with the skull
Everybody on their knees
Everybody happy please
Nature not nuture
Will seal our future
Vomit and blood make
Our colourful culture
Everybody on their knees
Everybody happy please
A six inch nail
A phosphor match A
A stick of chalk
A cake of soap
A little pile of teeth and rings
Everybody dance and sing -
The way it looks is everything
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9. |
Bigger Than Jesus
04:18
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Bigger than Jesus
(Lennon lyrics in parenthesis)
Another beast rises up
with a cross in it’s hand.
Will it walk on the water
or sink through the sand?
As it kicks out the sinners and the filth
From our town,
Its angels get drunk
in the name of some clown
Who was nailed to a tree
for the good of mankind
but between you and me
he was wasting his time.
“ I’ll say it again
God is a concept by which we measure our pain”
“Imagine there’s no heaven”
“We are bigger than Jesus”
theres no need for proof
He was shot like a dig for telling the truth
Bigger than Jesus
I’ll say it aloud
“as good as Beethoven
With a ticket to ride”
Bigger than Jesus in John chapter five
They can say what they like but we’ll keep the faith alive
They’re still burning records in bonfires for christ
Though Bible Belt punching is way over-priced
Saying praise the lord brother don’t listen to that beat
Oe we’ll kick you in the teeth leave you dead in the street
Be a sheep in the field
Do the good shepherd walk
Too stupid to think
An original thought
Lik
Who wrote revelation
Was inspired from above
“I wanna hold your hand
Money Can’t buy me love”
We are bigger than Jesus
I’ll say it aloud
“as good as Beethoven
With a ticket to ride”
Bigger than Jesus in John chapter five
They can say what they like but we’ll keep the faith alive
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the Beatle boycott American radio hosts:
"This is Doug Layton and Tommy Charles we are reminding you that our fantastic Beatles boycotted is still in effect. Don’t you forget what the Beatles have said. Don’t forget to take your Beatles records and your Beatles paraphernalia to one of our fourteen pick up points in Birmingham Alabama and turn them in this week if possible. Don’t you forget what the Beatles have said
Lennon:
I’m not saying that we’re better out or greater or comparing us with Jesus Christ as a person or god as a thing or whatever it is. We meant more to kids than Jesus did.
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background:
"Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I needn't argue about that; I'm right and I'll be proved right. We're more popular than Jesus now; I don't know which will go first – rock 'n' roll or Christianity. Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It's them twisting it that ruins it for me." 03/04/1966 Evening Standard
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10. |
Beatle Love Song
03:53
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12. |
Gutted With the Glory
02:19
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GUTTED WITH THE GLORY
Words and music: W Sony
Let us pray:
OUR FATHER perished
when soldiers WHO blasted ART homes
burst INside firing
HEAVEN HALLOWED horrors
ashes BE of THY NAME
caught in the Crossfire
THY KINGDOM strewn across
the floors of flame
as they COME in her bed
THY WILL BE sitting
to protect their machine
DONE ON EARTH
AS she drew the curtain
IT IS the attack IN HEAVEN
they were using
to GIVE US a mass of tangled steel
and burn the house THIS DAY
the attack through the hallway
borders OUR full DAILY BREAD bullet
that ended her life
AND FORGIVE US
OUR family was killed
by TRESPASSERS
who ran out of the house
through the wall
AS WE FOFIGIVE THOSE frightened children
WHO TRESPASS in defence
AGAINST yesterdays raid against US
AND LEAD US through the wreckage
NOT partly blown off IN pieces
TO TEMPTATION
BUT smouldering civilians
still DELIVER US
Burnt out stereos
FROM the soldiers EVIL guns
FOR cleaning up THINE children
to kill IS the raid
to destroy THE KINGDOM
disgraceTHE POWER
AND everything
we ever owned
gutted with THE GLORY
FOR EVER AND EVER
AMEN
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13. |
Reconnaissance
03:56
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14. |
Goldreef City
02:19
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Gold Reef City (W.Sony)
Gold Reef City gold mine dust
Gold Reef City gold mine dust
Gold Reef City gold mine dust
Pick up your shovel
Cover the past
Rewrite the books
Tell your children that
Nothing ever happened down there
The silence is so loud it hurts your head
So much is taken for granted
So much is taken for Christ sakes
Gold Reef City gold mine dust
Gold Reef City gold mine dust
"I don't wanna be a soldier mamma I don't wanna die" (Lennon)
"I don’t wanna be soldier mamma I don’t wanna die" Lennon
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Right foot don’t know what the left foot is doing
head in disagreement with the tail
one step sideways
and three steps back
legs are all tangled
tripping over themselves
the bigger they are
the harder they fall
the bigger they are
the harder they fall
this is the last kick
of a dying horse
Long in the long in the tooth
avoiding the truth
let’s hook this one in the mouth
let’s hook this one in the mouth
down on the ground
turn him over
skin is thick
belly tight
stubborn as a mule
you can take away his water
but you can’t make him and think
it’s like the last kick
of a dying horse
statues a pulled down
flags of all been dyed red
street names are changing
A blow has been dealt to the head
setting the leaders free
setting our leaders free
monuments crumble
the radio still dead
Be careful of the last kick of the dying horse
From a cassette recording of the nominees speech at Verwoerd’s funeral:
There are times when human beings even nations are confronted with the seeming absurdity of life. This is the case, especially when a completely unexpected event with a completely unknown and obscure person is allowed to strike at a great destiny. Interfering with the lives of millions of men and women. The question why?
Why keeps ringing in our ears.
Why Dr. Verwoerd?
Why in our very house of assembly?
why in that dastardly way?
So …
His belief that’s God in his wisdom has created different races and racial differences so that each group could develop to the best of its ability within the confines of it s own cultural division was the transcending conviction of his life.
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16. |
Xmas In Krugersdorp
01:46
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17. |
More Radical Style
00:52
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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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