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by Kalahari Surfers

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FIRST EVER RELEASE BY KALAHARI SURFERS COMPLETED ON A TEAC 144 PORTASTUDIO CASSETTE RECORDING SYSTEM IN FEB 1983 IN CAPE TOWN

with Warrick Sony, Brian Rath and Hamish Davidson
released by Chris Quircke's OBS Productions OBS4

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released June 2, 1983

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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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Track Name: Suburban Surface (Never Do Art)
your words have vague meaning
ambiguous clown on a tight wire
tangled emotions
force you again to my room
where you claim boredom
talking pre-dawn police raid-politics new pass law brutality -we salute the smouldering civilian and wrap a building in District 6 in red cloth - art while the kettle boils - to reassure us of bourgeois suburban
stability - we talk on and on - words change order - colour - smouldering colours - predawn disappearance - suburban talk raids in six cloth red district salute pass law citizens wrapped pass law citizens wrapped while police brutality boils over - never do art - w.ony 1982
Track Name: Upon Looking Up At The Statue Of Cecil John Rhodes
no emmision of sound
nor complaint
nor prayer
only that sin
which casts you so
and holds your eyes away from me
exhibit of austerity
your outstretched arm
toward the elusive heavens
towards the pigeons
collecting their excrement
in your palm
in your hair
in the folds of your clothing
pigeonshit - in your dirty little hat
which you clutch at your knee
look at me (curse you)
leave the skies to the birds
you are not going to heaven.
....or are you a God
incarnate graven image on a pedestal
for us mortals to revere
should I bow down and remove my own hat
must I burn incense?
may I fart?
I see tears streaming down your cheeks.
It is rain.
I must leave now
though I would like to strip you of that bronze attire
see you naked against the dark sky
shivering
Africa is bleeding Mr Rhodes
your hinterland is there.
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warrick sony 1978