Live Bait (concerts etc)

by Kalahari Surfers

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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 - -------------- 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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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
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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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 ----- 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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odss n ends from the vault ; unreleased live or studio rarities that didn't find a home plus some historic stuff from East Berlin with Chris Cutler and Tim Hodgkinson (Henry Cow)

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released December 12, 1999

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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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