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Johnny Clegg Savuka lyrics - Third World Child

Third World Child

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Bits of songs and broken drums Are all he could recall So he spoke to me In a bastard tongue Carried on the silence of the guns It's been a long long time since they first came And marched through our village They taught us to forget our past And live the future in their image Chorus They said 'You should learn to speak a little bit of English Don't be scared of a suit and tie. Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner -- I am a Third World Child The Outworld's dreams are the currency That grip the city streets I live them out But I have my own Hidden somewhere deep inside of me In between my father's fields And the citadels of the rule Lies a no-man's land which I must cross To find my stolen jewel. They said 'You should learn to speak a little bit of English Maybe practise birth control Keep away from controversial politics So to save my third world soul Chorus They said 'You should learn to speak a little bit of English Don't be scared of a suit and tie. Learn to walk in the dreams of the foreigner -- I am a Third World Child Wo! Ilanga lobunzima Nalo liyashona Ukuthini asazi Mus' ukukhala Mntanami (Oh! We don't know when this Sun of Hardship will set. Don't cry, my child.) Bits of songs and broken drums Are all he could recall But the future calls his name Out loud Carried on the violence of the guns

As A Child

SUZANNE VEGA "99.9F"
As a child You have a doll You see this doll Sitting in her chair You watch her face Her knees apart Her eyes of glass In a secretive stare She seems to [X3] Have a life Pick up a stick Dig up a crack Dirt in the street Becomes a town All of the people Depend on you Not to hurt them Or bang the stick comes down And they seem to They seem to [X2] Have a life As a child You see yourself And wonder why You can't seem to move Hand on the doorknob Feel like a thing One foot on the sidewalk Too much to prove And you learn to You learn to [X2] Have a life

American Without Tears #2

ELVIS COSTELLO "Blood Chocolate"
December 1965 in Caracas When Arnie LaFlem took a piece of the pie When he packed up the casino chips, the IOU and the abacus And switched off the jukebox in a A Fool Such as I He was a leg man who was open to offers But he couldn't get her off his mind as he passed the tourist office and as he entertained himself singing just like Sammy Davis Junior He toyed with her trip to Miami For money like that he could have sweet talk in her ear Now they don't speak any English Just American without tears It was an idea that he dangled on his knee and nursed it like his coffee cup when he couldn't find any other way It always seemed to come to him while the day was dipping down and sun was like a lightbulb being swallowed by a clown He took her for everything He took her for his only one He took her out of coventry and over to Idaho But the war wound that he carried home wasn't really visable When bullets were forgotton she lived dowdry, down, and miserable And she seemed to be crying for year after year and says, You don't speak any English Just American between tears. Honey she said to me Will you turn down the radio. You haven't slept a wink since we came to Havana When you're gonna get the strength to go over to Florida All you ever listen to is 'The Voice of America'. It was the story of a young English puppet Who took up with a soldier boy and thought she would profit. Just like me she found out what true love is about Anyway she's in New Orleans it would never work out Oh she seemed to be crying for year after year Now you don't speak any English Just American between tears. Just American without tears. For you seem to be crying year after year Now you don't speak any English Just American without tears. Just American without tears.

Dokken Rules

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
[Aesop Rock:] I spell 666 star 6 9 click Give his telephone viking funeral, bye bitch Treble hook, two birds, cheap thrills, free meal Vacate jelly stone park witcha brie wheel [Rob Sonic:] [?] Half his life was likely to be Nikes on the L-train Gnawin' on his dog toy, pocket full of deer blood The only thing that's stoppin' him was Dokken in his ear buds [Aesop Rock:] Up around noon Found everything he loved crushed down to a cube The New Kowloon chowline, two leads [?] routing medicine and gruel One is hemorrhaging money, the other jettisoning fuel Identical water separated pools It was clever But it wasn't ever neighborhood degenerate approved In swooped jukebox Fonzi, probably Bolts on his neck one tubesock wonky [Rob Sonic:] 16 panel head mutton chop and ambulax Double pits to chesty got the espy on a camels back Handle that huffy wit' a timely parry And get all up in your kitchen, money, Guy Fieri There is a wildly elusive moment of bliss In the spaces between being told you are shit I would openly suggest identifying the closest And collectivly agreeing to meet if the sky opens Ma'am? [x16] Id like to speak to a supervisor [Rob Sonic:] Back alley brawl over party guests who want a Steak tartare but we're hardly pet food Charlie check booth, brody's right Youre gonna need a bigger boat and a holy dive [Aesop Rock:] Aggravated people driving lemons over limits With a neck bop stemming and a cartoon physics Smart move taught never broadcast holes in his armor End up another poached foriegner [Rob Sonic:] Handcuffed down to a toothless tease Who got an X-marked mouth and a hooch machine With eyes that tell the story of the woods that fetter And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed together Been through the desert on a horse that nameless Now I'm driving through the city in the Porsche naked Shores invaded by the new marines That tear the roof off this mother like Beauford T [Aesop Rock:] Untrained pet with a pen name Chest pain, bet he outlive his own endgame, anyway Step around the rhythm of the red rain Get away, car horn, stand by, tenth frame [Rob Sonic:] Spare me the dramatics to ratchets, smile purdy (pretty) Flashlight strapped to the calf of a wild turkey Package of mild jerky, captain to aisle 30 Theres a man with a mask an an app that can dial Fergie Sir? [x16] I'd like to speak to a supervisor

Daily Routine

JOEY BADA$$ "1999"
[Verse 1:] From the block to the top Budha baggies in a sock Only thing that changed now Is we ain't runnin' out of stock Use to beg mom dukes for lunch money Honies used to run from me When pockets was dust bunnies Now what's funny Is when done came up and conquered Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers Though them gangstas grill I tell 'em keep that drama away Don't fuck with thieves I like Jay so who sponsorin' the tape They launchin' out straights I'm tryin' not to get sprayed Whether it's spitter or a quiter behind the trigger Approachin' his prey his eyes bigger Won't stop to consider what's right or wrong Because it's hard liquor that's inside his liver [Hook: x2] But that's just daily routine The streets is couped fiends Whether the hoops or the booth Niggas shoot dreams Better choose the right scheme Cause you can think you cool with yo nice things Get wiped cleaned for ice cream when the light speed [Verse 2:] Traded in my Nikes for a new mic I guess it's safe to say He sold soles for his new life Like they were tryna blind us But we know the true designer They didn't wanna see us find the diviners So now we hit the vines Up day and night on the regular I know my momma prayin' Like she want me reach my aims in life But just stay in sight So I'm shootin' for my dreams Hit the booth and it boost my esteem The Pro Era crew recruitin' And them fiends by the boat load Nigga caught a wave and now he surfin' coastal They don't feel the name But they say that music dope though Fuck it that's how it's supposed to go These bloggers too emotional They'll be postin' you Until labels start Interscopin' you By then it's Wale And I'll be chillin' where I lay Cause I rather see the top Than to be livin' where I lay

Dream Away

FRANK SINATRA "Ol' Blue Eyes Is Back"
Dream away, child; let your dreams run wild Or a lifetime of worries might claim you. Dream away, child; let your dreams run wild Or the years and the tears shed might claim you. For the last time we have tasted love's sweet tears by the fire's glow. If our hearts are strong there'll be no long good-byes when it's time to go. But the strongest torch is sometimes broken As the deepest vows aren't always spoken, And the greatest wounds, we hide inside ourselves Where they never show. Dream away, child, let your dreams run wild. Or a lifetime of worries might claim you. Dream away, child; let your dreams run wild Or the years and the tears shed might claim you. When the Winter weds the Northern Wind The child they bear is snow. And the branches bow like worried bridesmaids But the trees will grow. Sun and Earth in time will come together, God will give us back our summer weather, But the mem'ries of that first sweet Taste of love pass away so slow. Dream away, child; let your dreams run wild Or a lifetime of worries might claim you. Dream away, child; let your dreams run wild Or the years and the tears shed might claim you. When there's no room left to live inside ourselves Do we dream away.

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