Bloody but unbowed. You turn to face the crowd. How can you bring yourself to even care?. Show me a weakness if you dare. . What will give?. Be sensitive.
Here we stand on the edge of the day. Faces melting in the african rain. So many seasons of silent war. So many drowned before they reached the shore.
Sweat in the heat for days on end. Waiting for you to come again. To hear the words spill from your lips. "the system has fallen". . Mass action on the radio.
Amambuka, amambuka azothengisa izwe lakithi, izwe lakithi. . He was taken in the night. They came without any warning. No time to hide or fight. They came like bees aswarming.
DV: deep voice, SV = squeaky voice. DV: Boy, you listen to your old Pappy. SV: Yeah, Pappy. DV: And stop drinking so much. SV: I'm-I'm ain't been doing so much drinking, Pappy.
Out to the west there's a trail that leads somewhere. And a call of the wild that takes some people there. Through Monument Valley to California sun. From New Amsterdam to the way the West was won.
Why smoke is coming out of ground. Tell me why. . My English make an ugly sound. But I try. . Why the Empire State Building green. Tell me why. . Why house is smell of gasoline.
You come into my life. And then you go away. You make me feel like a fool. For wanting you to stay. But I'm a busy guy. A lot of things to do. But there's a reason why.
DV: deep voice, SV = squeaky voice. DV: Boy, you listen to your old Pappy. SV: Yeah, Pappy. DV: And stop drinking so much. SV: I'm-I'm ain't been doing so much drinking, Pappy.
And the time is right. And tonight's the night. Alreed-alright. Come on, old man, come on. We the cats shall hep ya. So reap this righteous riff. Here's the beat to hep ya.
In distant lands. There's no such luxury. You'd give your hand. In pre-arranged matrimony. . You'd wear the veil. I'd sit in some cafe somewhere. Instead of this running around.
Maybe it would be better if we never said goodbye. Maybe I'd grow much older with you in my life. Maybe we'd come out winners putting the world to right.
Working and waiting in the hot sun. With all the rich saints, and the fallen ones. Working and waiting for the night to come. And the waiting for a. And the waiting for a.
[Guru]. These distraught thoughts of a single mother in a homeless shelter. About pain and heartache, ain't nothing you can tell her. The case worker says that she should find a job.
Yeah, heh, heh, it's time y'all. It's yours truly in the house, you know me. Baldhead Slick, that's right. That nigga who been puttin' it down for years, spittin' fire.
Coming with the realness lyrics of life. Some people need to watch what they say. . [Chorus]. Watch what you're saying. Someone's gonna hear exactly what you said.
[Guru]. Uhh, yeah you're something else. You know I love it when you're near me, you're near me. . [N'Dea]. I like the vibe I get from you babe. I get, from you.
To make it all worthwhile. All your useless pretentions. Are weighing on my time. You could beg for forgiveness. As long as you like. Or just wait out the evening.
Under your hard lens. Making too few ends. Meet a middle ground I know, it's defense. . Oily hands, slippery slope. Pointed fangs without scope. . Understand me.