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Johnny Clegg Savuka lyrics - Crocodile Love / Ya Vuka Inkunzi

Ubaba Akalele (My Father Is Not At Peace)

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Ubaba Akalele (My Father Is Not At Peace) Ngahlangana nomfo' kasibiya izolo (I met up with Sibiya yesterday) Wathi We-Jonathan, angiphathekile kahle mina (he said, Jonathan, I am in a very bad way) Ngiphupha ubaba ongasekho ekhomba inkomo yakhe (I dream of my late father pointing at his ox) Ngikhumbula engitshela ethi wemfana wami (and I remember him telling me -- my boy Uma ngihamba kulomhlaba wemfana wami (on the day I pass away and leave this earth) Musa ukungifihla ngebokisi (X3) (do not bury me in a coffin) Wemfana wami (my boy) Awungebesa ngesikhumba senkomo emhlophe, wemfana wami (you should bury me wrapped in the skin of a white ox, my boy) Awungihambisa ngenkomo emhlophe (you should send me on my last journey by means of a white ox) Inkomo, inkomo kababa, wo-ye-ye-ye! (The ox, the ox of my father....) Chorus Akalele ubaba ekhaya (Father is not at ease at home) Akafuni ibokisi, ufuna inkomo (he does not want a coffin, he wants an ox) Akalele ubaba ekhaya (father is not resting at home) Washo mfokasibiya wathi Jonathan lalela lana (Sibiya continued saying, Jonathan, listen here.) Ngokushona kababa kwenzeka isimanga (On the day my father died a most unfortunate thing happened) Abantu bomndeni babethi bayamdumisa (Our family thought they would give hima great sendoff) Bamfihla ngebokisi engalifuni (and they buried him in a coffin, knowing he did not want this) Saxabana thina sodwa bomndeni (X2) (we fought among ourselves, we the members of the family) Saxabana ngoba ngathi mina bayasithela ngebadi (we argued because I said they had done something which would bring great misfortune) Benkunzima ngelelolanga sifihla ubaba (It was difficult the day we buried my father) Benkunzima ngelelolanga (It was difficult that day) Chorus Ubaba akalele ekhaya, ugudla isibaya (Father is not at ease at home, his spirit wanders around the cattle enclosure) Ibokisi lakhe selimbophile (It feels imprisoned by the coffin) Ufuna isikhumba senkomo yakhe (X2) (His spirit still wants to be accompanied by his ox)

The Couch

ALANIS MORISSETTE "Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie"
you hadn't seen your father in such a long time he died in the arms of his lover how dare he your mother never left the house she never married anyone else you took it upon yourself to console her you reminded her so much of your father so you were banished and you wonder why you're so hypersensitive and why you can't trust anyone but us but then how can I begin to forgive her so many years under bridges with dirty water she was foolish and selfish and cowardly if you ask me I don't know where to begin in all of my 50 odd years I have been silently suffering and adapting perpetuating and enduring who are you younger generation to tell me that I have unresolved problems not many examples of fruits of this type of excruciating labour how can you just throw words around like grieve and heal and mourn I feel fine we may not have been born as awake as you were it was much harder in those days we had paper routes uphill both ways we went from school to a job to a wife to instant parenthood I walked into his office I felt so self-conscious on the couch he was sitting down across from me he was writing down his hypothesis I don't know i've got a loving supportive wife who doesn't know how involved she should get you say his interjecting was him just calling me on my shit just the other day my sweet daughter I was driving past 203 I walked up the stairs in my mind's eye I remember how they would creak loudly she was only responsive with a drink he was only responsive by photo I was only trying to be the best big brother I could i've walked sometimes confused sometimes ready to crack open wide sometimes indignant sometimes raw can you imagine I pay him 75 dollars an hour sometimes it feels like highway robbery and sometimes it's peanuts I wish it could last a couple more hours so here we both are battling similar demons (not coincidentally) you see n getting beyond knowing it solely intellectually you're not relinquishing your majestry you are wise you are warm you are courageous you are big and I love you more now than I ever have in my whole life

The Living Years

Russell Watson
Every generation blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door I know that I'm a prisoner To all my father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him In the living years More crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got You say you just don't see it He says it's perfect sense You just can't get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defence CHORUS Say it loud Say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It's the bitterness that lasts So don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you don't give up And don't give in You may just be O.K. CHORUS I wasn't there that morning When my father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's new born tears I just wish I could have told him In the living years CHORUS

Gulf Winds

JOAN BAEZ "Gulf Winds"
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square It's only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was good to me Instead of having a flock of sons he had two other girls and me And if we had used our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run Thalia, Margarita and Juanita, I'm the middle one. The screen door kept the demons in as we moved from town to town It's hard to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door Why do you carry the weight, she said, of the world and maybe more? And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years and nine And mama dressed in parishoners' clothes and didn't believe in hell Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived I'd have known him well They said go find a Sunday School, we must have tried them all I never stole from the silver plate, my sisters had more gall One preacher said sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got And the next one said be good on earth, you've another life at the feet of God And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My father turned down many a job just to give us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals And mama kept the budget book, she kept the garden, too Bought fish from the man on Thursday, fed all of us and strangers, too But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong Be still when the earth is silent and sing when my strength is gone And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico Now father's going to India sometime in the fall They tried to stay together but you just can't do it all I'll think about him if he goes, there's a little grey in his hair Though not much because he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare And if he goes to India I'll miss him most of all He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's call And mama will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong And I'll say a prayer for both of them and sing them both my song And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico  1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)

The Prodigal Son

Extol
Why did I leave? Lost, fooled, confused Crawling in the mud with pigs Starved to death Discouragement strangeling me I have no breath Full of sorrow and despair The father lets his son away Challenging the world without fear Unkown of the evil atmosphere Imperfect man, imprudent mind Disobediant to the call of God Exhaustion becomes predominant Hell on earth is where I am I'm longing back to a life in peace With abundance of food And plenty of water I'll return to my fathers house And tell him I'm worthless as his son Father please forgive me For I have sinned against you Regretting man, independent mind Attraction to the call of God With open arms the father Welcomes his son back He was dead and became alive He was lost and has been found Spiritual satisfaction Inner peace Comes from the Father

His Last Words

RICK SPRINGFIELD "Karma"
(Springfield) My father was too weak to parry the blade as death's scythe swept through the house one night as we were busy doing other things, dust filled his mouth and stopped his breath, and darkness took his soul in this familiar place... His body, wasted by the sickness, his spirit weary from the battle, he spoke to me, forever his son, of all things save death: I longed to face it with him, but seeing his fear, I feared to speak of it. And though we both saw death's dark irresistable form in the far corner, we talked instead of evening shadows on bedroom walls. And so it went. There were no proud and profound last words, no bright ringing final moment of clarity. He just died. We kissed his still warm face and promised forever... The cold wind blew through the trees in my father's yard, and I looked for meaning.

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