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Live in Moscow (Dvor​é​ts Molodiozhi: 28 May 1989 )

by Kalahari Surfers

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Europeans 03:40
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Golden Rendezvous Pt 2 / see it at a cinema near you / the bureau of Information guarantees our movie’s success We’ve heard so much about you let me introduce you to the rest of the crew / on camera : Ferdinand Marcos recently a bit of a dark horse / pulling focus: Baby Doc – he shot a lovely drama called “the State Of Shock” – from Argentina : meet the junta they’re doing Wardrobe with a local boy called BOTHA Golden Rendezvous Pt 2 / see it at a cinema near you / the bureau of Information guarantees our movie’s success We start shooting on Wednesday morning / I think it’s fair to give you all a warning / this thing was written in Afrikaans / if you don’t understand don’t take a chance get it translated into your language ambiguity can cause a lot of damage (censored) we’ve got to make this place look alright we’ve got to make this place look Golden Rendezvous Pt 2 / see it at a cinema near you / the bureau of Information guarantees our movie’s success
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Dust farmers advance with guns their hats are pulled low / voices grind and grate like tractors moving through a swampland / its dry out here in diesel air they cough somebody curses / shrieking birds collide like stones and shatter in the thorn trees / leopard crawl through borders they sharpen claws on a frontier somewhere reproducing nightmares / they don’t care / you can sell fear anywhere flies disguise dead eyes suck moisture from exposed intestines / bleeding veins like vines a mess of twisted human grass stains / fields of maize smoke / bodies blaze / stubbed out in earthly ashtray / bloated walls from torn thatch huts / split gourds drip beer and goats milk / leopard crawl through borders they sharpen laws on a frontier somewhere reproducing nightmares / they don’t care / you can sell fear anywhere/ dust devils recover tracks at base the dust farmers relax with families the fat of the land in blood rivers they wash their hands always obsessed with carnal sin they drink by Christ and soak it up like string a spear hangs above the bar where ears are tuned to country guitar or threaded onto wire the colour of rust pipes and guns the advance farmers trust I’m leaving on a jet plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again
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Plan For Peace - from the album “Bigger than Jesus” 1989 I shook the water from my hands run my fingers though 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 lets make a pipe for peace / I read some books and wrote a song but some people asked me to change the 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 lets 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 lets make a pipe for peace / ----------
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And the carrot stared puffy eyed orange at the sun beating down a thirsty retreat / sucking dust from the land where we nailed a live mongoose to a Free State Fence / in the hope of rain / Our dominie danced with beer in belly his battered rooster laugh echoing through the valley / we stared puffy eyed smoking cow dung rolled in the pages of his bible / carrot burning mongoose bite on his neck swelling blue / fingers excite in trembling caress as they nurse the seed from his groin / to wet the land / thank God that it rained on a Free State Fence
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Underground (W.Sony) The power lines have fallen down there’s a curfew in the town / I take your hand we must escape before it is too late / we can hide out near a lake of poisoned water / can you see how the smoke from burning houses hangs over the city / and our leaders have all gone underground / we head towards a mine shaft where some other refugees are organising shelter and resistance to the siege / a message t the civilised red faces in the west bring your hammer and your bi-sickle and fix this bloody mess / something in the atmosphere / Some children steel a motor car from soldiers it is seen through infra red binoculars images flash on a screen / the technology is there to crush subversion everywhere but the spirit of resistance pregnates the atmosphere / and our leaders have all gone underground we head towards a mine shaft where some other refugees are organising shelter and resistance to the siege / a message t the civilised red faces in the west bring your hammer and your bi-sickle and fix this bloody mess our leaders have all gone underground --------------------------------------------------------- Don't Dance (W.Sony) ok people get up off your feet it’s time to move to a different beat we don’t like the way they’re running our days and nights our lives are out of phase we’re black white separated right from birth indoctrinated years and years developed apart brainwashed each in the name of God – lets re-educate ourselves – letsde educate ourselves. Hey white bioy get your feet off the floor – the Lord gave you legs to march to war – your leaders want you in a sporting affair sdo put on your boots and cut your hair – don’t talk back or stop to think when you’re ion Angola you can have a drink obey obey they know the way from here you go to SWA where they don’t dance when facing sucjh hostility don’t dance because the SADF’s there to see that we all enjoy democracy --------------------------------------------------------- Mafikeng Road. (W.Sony) Imposing structures dominate this capital Homeland experiments in architecture Airport and parliament buildings stand firm Things fall apart with the stadium they built on Mafikeng Road - Israeli building experts disappear into the night Mafikeng Road – so it goes we were told that the centre would not hold Everyones leaving or being told to leave Currency changes hands passports endorsed Tears at the airport A farewell embrace Houses are empty the schools are all closed Along Mafikeng Road- Israeli building experts disappear into the night Mafikeng Road – so it goes we were told that the centre would not hold --------------------------------------------------------- Emergency Rap. (W.Sony) I came up north in the emergency to do some R’nR in JHB With a hip hop hippity hip hop I’ll make you move I’ll make your heart stop My name is S.O.N Why I don’t know I couldn’t get a name like Kurtis Blow? But I can do a rap That might just sound Like American music that they play in town. Watch out girls and boys ‘cos I’m designed to infiltrate your mind With a harmony and a melody and a ba ba ba bbb ba ba be Beat. I’ll beat your soul with rock’n roll, ’n bend your brain with alcohol. So sit back relax Light another cigarette don’t collapse. You’re out of style, you never smile It all goes in your personal file. So listen Skate, Get this straight, I’m here to stay, I’m radio music running through your veins, I’m thought control A careful stack of vinyl aphrodisiac. Are you entertained? Or being drained of Of Lifebouy . the joke that kills. See the DJ take his pills, He’s got the shakes. Even Dr.Goebbels made mistakes. He’s a government man they pay him well. He made the choice. Developed his own American voice. He’s a hitman, Was number one, Dropped three places, but still having fun With the son of … God he’s got the shakes, He knows he made some bad mistakes With the bedrock beat on civil rights. Fun with the Forces every night. I advertise, I hypnotise re-organise, I sympathise I’m music, Pop Music I’m a vehicle of the state Big business approve me their policies dictate, What harmony and melody and words that make no sense to me For the TopTwenty
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1999 04:26
mutilate that poster face if voting could change anything it would be banned we spray piant slogans on the walls of railway buildings in Jobert Park is it raining? these walls have eyes and ears gentlemen in gun black suits move in on us from the quiet corners of the city in 1999 will we still be around A cold wind blows through barbed wire surrounding the old showgrounds in Baragwanath road no funfair this the army gaurds all entrances we work on minedump slimes building them up high to for m a great divide between the city of gold and the city of sweat. in 1999 will we still be around don’t talk about things that we can’t see hear you’re out of touch some people get paid to give you ridiculous advice scared confused and disinformed you will do as you are told

about

the Kalahari Surfers for Moscow band were:
Warrick Sony: electric guitar, vocals, trombone, tapes.
Tim Hodgkinson: alto sax, keyboards, flat guitar.
Mick Hobbs: bass guitar, backing vocals.
Chris Cutler: drums.
Maggie Thomas: sound
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the recording:

email received by Surfers on 9 September 2015 which prompted this release. Thank you Alessandro.
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Hi Warrick!
I don't know if you remember me: I was one of the guys doing "Musiche" magazine from 1987 to 1997.
Anyway, I got to know your email address only a few days ago, when I found the kalaharisurfers.co.za pages and ordered some CDs.
So, I've just sent you via wetransfer a flac transfer of my cassette recording of the Moscow concert of Kalahari Surfers, which you can download

Kalahari Surfers
Moscow, Dvoréts Molodiozhi, 28 May 1989,
"Independent Musicians to Southern Africa" festival

1. Grensvegter (from Dance of the Young Fascists) (4:41) +
2. Europeans (3:58) +
3. Good Advice (2:40)
4. Fraud City (2:33)
5. Golden Rendezvous Pt II (4:06)
(the beginning of this song is missing due to cassette turn)
6. Houghton Parents (3:06) +
7. National Party (2:02) +
8. Reconnaissance (4:06)
9. Our Plan for Peace (3:30)
10. Free State Fence (4:05)
11. Our Leaders Have All Gone Underground (1:58) +
12. Teargas (3:05) +
13. Don't Dance (3:23) +
14. Mafikeng Road (incorporating Emergency Rap) (4:56) +
15. 1999 (4:26)

recorded on cassette by Alessandro Achilli somewhere in the audience with a sony walkman professional wm-d6 and sony electret condenser stereo microphone ecm-939lt.

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released March 18, 2015

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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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