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Durban Poison - Words & Music Warrick Sony
there are times when a man must pick himself up
to put himself down for the rest of his life
get a home for the wife
Put the kids in a school in the country
watch them grow up with
Durban Poison
SEE THEM GROW UP WITH
DURBAN POISON
there are secrets that are kept behind doors
there are things that are best left unsaid
when the night is hot and the air is thick and heavy
with the smell of the earth
and the sweating green vegetation
all growing up with
Durban Poison
SEE THEM GROW UP WITH
DURBAN POISON
blame the sound of the sea for the loss of memory
it seeps through like mist
around a thousand hills
where the head man kills an ox
for his new wife
she grew up with Durban Poison
WE ALL GREW UP WITH
DURBAN POISON
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BACKWASH -
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drunken jesus
fights the cross currents
short back and side wash
swimming for his life
catches a wave
bodysurfs it to the shore
staggers up the beach
collapses face down
in the warm sand
my god
he moans
clutching his head
it was the morning after
the last supper
waves of nausea wash over him
like the hissing lines of white scum
that rush up the shore line
to kiss the sacred feet
foam froth bubbles
clean out the famous wound
with a headful of pounding surf
he rolls onto his side
and discharges the entire meal
drops his head into the sand
face down in his own regurgitation
it was the morning after
the last supper
and there was something going on with the wine
an attack from below the belt
through determined teeth
spurting like oil from a wreck
loaves and fishes
and the water
he had turned to wine
they said he should walk back
to the shore
across the water
watched by
the drunken twelve
It was the disciples
who took him to sea
on a boat in Galilee
they drink like fish
those merry men
they threw him in
and watched him sink
in the water
which he had turned to wine
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there is something you should know about me
after I've gone you must be strong. I have to disappear
a major business deal fell though
i can't stay here
something went wrong
at ESKOM - take care of the kids
all this I have done for you ,my dear,
I took what I could
our life will be good
join me when you can
rotten to the core corrupt
the apple of your eye
can't make ends meet can't satisfy
can't deny connections with the east
4 million rand stashed away for better days
away from home
pull a sheet across your eyes
don't pretend to be surprised
take what you want
put it in a suitcase head for Argentine
east west south is best
but
please don't send me back to Fraud City
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then into "Golden Rendezvous Pt2"
see it a t a cinema near you
the bureau of information guarantees
our movies success
"'n kommunis agter elke bos"
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The Ballad ofJequ Ngcobo:
The beach front is cold tonight
A west wind blows out to the sea
Maybe rain will wash the blood from our land
a young man spoke quietly
There’ll be freedom in 1990
for the black man the planets are right
He says I am the son of Holy John Africa
follow me
I am the way
the truth is a knife
follow me to the kingdom
The blood of the lamb shall run with me
and kill
kill everyone
Sharpen your knives let no wizard survive
bulala abathagathi
They ride at full moon on the back of baboons holding onto the tail they sing
Songs to the dead they visit your dreams like the owl that lives in this tree
When the sun comes up
it changes back into a man it screams
I am the way
the truth is a knife
follow me to the kingdom
The blood of the lamb shall run with me
and kill
kill everyone
West Street Tuesday morning
shopping families on the run
Holiday makers slashed
like lawn mowed
under Durban sun
Cut away the branches you’ll see the trees feel the blades of Holy John Africa
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TONGAAT
03:30
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TONGAAT
“ 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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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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