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Johnny Clegg Savuka lyrics - Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World

Woman Be My Country

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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 Nothing is clear to me any more in this sad and strange landscape I've got no defense, I've got no attack I can't leave, I can't stay and I've got no way back Hard to deal with the way things have been I can't lie but the truth is so extreme Chorus: Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine Hide me deep inside your borders in these dark and troubled times Remember me my innocence before I drowned in the sea of lies Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine Too many seasons of quiet rage Too many young people just wasted away Too many futures hanging in the balance Too much owing nothing left to pay A lonely flag flutters in the breeze for the hardened hearts who still want to believe Am I the witness or am I the crime A victim of history or just a sign of the times Across my heart questions and shadows still fly But in the dead of the night I know where the answer lies Chorus: Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine I have no flag, I sing no anthem, I no longer carry an armalite Bathe me in you sweet rivers, anoint me with your touch and your smile To your colours I give my allegiance, I lay it on the line Ngikhathele ngifile wena weqat' izwe (I am dead tired of you who causes friction in the land) Ngikhathele ngifile zindaba zakho (I am dead tired of you, and your matters) Yash' imizi yobada (The homes of my fathers are burning) Chorus

She's More

I like blue eyes, hers are green Not like the woman of my dreams And her hair's not quite as long as I had planned Five foot three, isn't tall, she's not the girl I pictured at all And those paint by numbers, fantasies I've had {chorus} So it took me by complete surprise When my heart got lost in those deep green eyes She's not at all what I was looking for She's more No it wasn't at first site, but the moment I looked twice I saw the woman, I was born to love Her laughter, fills my soul and when I hold her I don't wanna let go When it comes to her, I can't get enough {chorus} More than I dreamed of, more than any man deserves I couldn't ask for more, than a love like hers {chorus}

Cycles To Gehenna

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump Post-meridian pretty tungsten attracts any once-pale horse painted gunmetal black Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37 2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 buses Fireproof and festive Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign Knows no zen in the art of maintenance Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth [x3] The man-ape translates glam thru the visor Goes in water lilies Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray Crammed in a one-player campaign Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain Span where the praying hands mandate Bars an extension of the arms They're mutating instead of being farmed Tonight beneath a marmalade Venus Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus All cones you can slalom when your Zorlac's focused Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decoupaged suicide flooring And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie The scarf thank Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth [x3] It was less an act of hubris More a lonely hearts club at the helm of a magic bullet Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer I crowbar into the pecking order The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers Hug a double yellow spine Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope Those little fuckers run on passion alone This is the product of a D.I.Y. inadequate home Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome Traffic amassed against insufferable odds Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil P.S. I wrote this on a self destructing memo

Get Down

Everlast "Whitey Ford Sings The Blues"
Get down, get down, get down I see everybody rockin' the same old style And everyone's sportin' the same profile And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands I rock mikes and roll bikes I cross foreign lands I made my bones out in zones Where the twilight be And every time I touch a mic It's Fright Night Part Three For every MC that wanna test and try In your custom made wears Thinkin' you too fly Makin' up in gold chains What you're lackin' for brains It's time to call your ma, Duke Scoop up your remains And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you taggin' I'm knock knock knockin' on heaven's door While every rapper that you simmed Is pimped like a whore You see your talk is eighteen Three quarters past four When your doctor slaps my ass Hear the lion roar The record sales soared And the world got toured You say what happened to my band I say I just got bored Now they call me Whitey Ford And I say praise the Lord Find me breakin' up your crews Catch me singin' the blues Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King It's Abdul Rakim Now watch me do my thing CHORUS Down down, you go Down down, so low Down down, till you hit the floor Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more You go point blank range With the scope he's knockin' The Psycho might change But there ain't no stoppin' The moon's on the rise When the sun start droppin' And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin' 'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP Rock the P it's free It's Abdul Rakim And when referring to me You best respect the name Make a quick double take And double check your game 'Cause you about to get dissed I'm checkin' my list When I check it over twice It's like rollin' the dice I hit four-five-six I'm all up in your mix I rock good from Hollywood To the City of Bricks And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real While you're makin' your deal We'll be breakin' the seal You be breakin' your vows Like people worshippin' cows And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's and how's Like Vinny Barbarino Matt Gachino I'm with my man Rino With the Brooklyn Lordz Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole I take it back to the future From the days of old I'm too cold to hold Too hot not to burn ya Don't stick your nose in business that don't concern ya Might have to trip And flip like Ike Turner You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya CHORUS

Just What It Takes

KENNY LATTIMORE "Kenny Lattimore"
Just another story of the lost and lonely Stuck right in the middle of two broken hearts Even though you want to have who loves you only You're afraid to give yourself another start You deserve better Girl if you let me I'll be your everything I'll give what you need So think it over Soon you'll discover To make the perfect situation what you need is me Chorus: I've got just what it takes Don't be afraid Can't wait til the day that you will stand beside me Taking full advantage of my broken heart I've got a love that's not so much demanding Just keeps right on giving till it fills you up I'm gonna hold you Let me console you Girl when you're feeling low I'll be your place to go So here's my offer Comes with a lifetime guarantee From now on lonely nights till be all made history ‘Cause you've got me Chorus Chase your tears away Bring you out when you're down Erase the pain Now that I'm around, ‘cause Chorus

Wake Up Dead

ARLO GUTHRIE "Mystic Journey"
words and music by Arlo Guthrie When I was younger She'd come to me in dreams Her face was hidden In the mountain streams Her voice disguised As the sound of the wind The rustling of leaves She would call from within Chorus: Wake up, wake up, wake up, she said Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up dead So many memories Of those years have passed Beyond the confusion That [ thought would last forever The countless veils That I wore like clothes Have been stripped away Now [ stand here exposed Chorus In the night when the moon Casts no shadows at all We sat by the fire As she started to call Out to all who would hear That the death of what's dead Is the birth of what's living And her words filled my head Chorus It's the life that lies sleeping When you think you're awake Forever is real And the rest is just fake And though volumes are written On this subject alone She used three simple words And she brought it all home Chorus

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