1. |
Wake Up (Radio Edit)
03:47
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Wake Up
Zunga sab’ amapolice xayefika nawozi zikele momange
Zunga sab’ amapolice xayefika nawozi zikele momange
Zunga sab’ amapolice xayefika nawozi zikele momange
Zunga sab’ amapolice xayefika nawozi zikele momange
Do not fear when the police come ‘cos they’re also gangsters
The police are giving in to corruption
And our leaders are mad
Wake up wake up
People fed on mass consumption
And the future looks bad
Wake up wake up
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2. |
Toe The Line
03:44
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Toe The Line
Beaurocrats are driving me crazy
Don’t you squeal don’t you make a sound
Got your number gonna tear you down
When you get hit you better stay on the ground
Let’s get out of jail
Gotta get out
Chorus
Break the walls down
Break the chains in your mind
Never toe the line
Make a mark in the sand
Give everybody a sign
Never toe the line
Toe the line
Fake news calling governments falling
Fascism is back from the dead
Ducking and reeling haven’t even hit the ceiling
Hope the sky doesn’t fall on our head
Let’s get out of jail
Gotta get out
Chorus
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3. |
Phula Phula (Radio Edit)
03:28
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Phula Phula
Smog drifts across the city and the sun looks like a rainbow in the haze
I’ve been fighting for freedom all my natural days
On a lonesome train at midnight on the way to wisdom hill
A voice called from the darkness and the words are ringing still
Chorus
Hey wena ‘mfana, phula phula amadlozi
Hey wena ‘mfana, phula phula, phula phula
Hey wena ‘mfana, phula phula amadlozi
Hey wena ‘mfana, phula phula, phula phula
Hey boy, obey the ancestors
I came upon a holy man, sent me searching for my roots
He had flames in his eyes, made me shiver in my boots
Under a lonesome moon at midnight, on a dark and dusty hill
Whispers in the darkness, and the words are ringing still
Chorus
Hey wena,’mfana is that a weapon in your hand
Hey wena,’mfana in this fragile restless land
Hey wena,’mfana help me to understand
Hey wena,’mfana is that wisdom in your hand
Chorus
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4. |
Inyembezi
03:40
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Inyembezi
Ziyawa izinyebezi zabantwana bethu ziyawa ziyawa
Bayakhala Osisi bethu, khaniyek' ukubahlukumeza bona bayakhala
Siyabuza Zinkokheli zethu, theni nisi lahlekisa kangaka
Siyakhala Siyakhala
Ziyakhala Ziyakhala
The childrens tears are falling, our siters are crying
Stop abusing them, they are crying
We’re asking you, our leaders, why are you deceiving us
We are crying, we are crying
Cos they are crying
The tears are falling to the ground
Filling up the levee, the sky is hot and heavy
And where is love now to be found
Brothers slaying sisters, children without mothers
No one safe in this town
Tears are falling all around us
Well Mandela he came but the land didn’t come
And Mbeki he came but the land didn’t come
And Zuma he came and he sang about a gun
But the land didn’t come, no the land didn’t come
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5. |
Hold On
04:28
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Hold On
The hour was late when I saw you
Standing on the sand by the sea
Bathed in a pool of moonlight
Walking towards me
I will never forget when I saw your face
Even though it was only a dream
And I know that I’ll know when I meet you
At least that’s the way it seems
Chorus
Hold on I’m riding quick as I can
Hold on there’s a fire inside of this man
Hold on I’m flying close to the ground
Hold on if you’re not lost then you must be found
I have arms that wish to bear the load
Legs that wish to run
I’m here for you if you need me
Staring at the sun
We’ve reached the point of no return
And now we have to decide
If we’ll live together and respect the earth
Or commit group suicide
Chorus
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6. |
Mfana
03:17
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Mfana
Tsotsis and soldiers, blood running like a river
Mothers and children die staring at the sun
So many babies, names washed with blood
So many sisters sold by barefaced lies
Chorus
Theni na lo mfani udle inyango, nyango
What is wrong with this boy, why is he so destructive
Fatherless shadows, landless underground
Mining down the earth’s spine
Lonely, so lonely, in this broken night
Comfort in the coals on this desolate floor
Chorus
Seeking fire is falling across the Afrikan woman,
No one seems to care the flag of truth should fly
Trains ablazing young attack the old
Cries arising, Mzansi burning high
Chorus
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7. |
Bullets
03:21
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Bullets
Vulture standing over a baby child
So far from home crossed borders just to die
Boy soldier holding a blood money AK47
Is he going to hell or did they promise him heaven?
Chorus
Bullets, bullets for money
Bullets, bullets for money
Bullets, bullets for money
Bullets, bullets for money
While we reap the whirlwind of a colonial legacy
Black brown red yellow white skin blinding you and me
The secret kings are playing Russian roulette with our lives
You take cards in the game but they’ve rigged all the bets
Chorus
Bullets and guns make money in the desert township or ghetto
Boys changed to criminal just cos somebody said so
Blame it on the white man blame it on the filthy rich
Gunrunners selling bullets to babies while their fathers die down in the ditch
Chorus
Hearts full of rage can you blame the war torn child
Hearts full of rage eyes of pain and the smile is wild
Hearts full of rage can you blame the war torn child
Hearts full of rage eyes of pain and the smile is wild
Chorus
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8. |
Love Like A Lion
03:58
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Love Like a Lion
My skin might be white
It won’t wash off with the rain
If I could change my colour
Would I have to change my name
How many generations
Are gonna have to die
Beore there’s no one left to blame
White guilt whit greed white lies
Chorus
Don’t you know you’ve gotta love like a lion
You’ve got live, gotta give, love another day
African mud under my nails
African mud on my boots
I got a rhythm revolution
A six string guitar that shoots
The stars in the heavens
Whisper my name
I hear the whistle blowing
And I’m running for the mystery train
Chorus
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9. |
Breaking My Bones
04:11
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Breaking My Bones
You come for the diamonds and you take the gold
I give you my heart but you rape my soul
People are starving children are dying
Rifles never silent a result of your lying
You show your surprise when your dog bites your hand
You show your contempt for rising every human
Rising every human
Chorus
Working so hard breaking my bones
Breaking my bones, breaking my bones
I do not hate you I’ve eaten at your table
Listened to your words at the tower of Babel
Your hypocracy confuses my mind
You profess to be working for the good of mankind
Now when I say you on many my gaze falls
As you search for the words to crumble hope’s walls
Look in the mirror you’ll see those you despise
And they’ll gaze back at you with the same cold eyes
Same cold eyes
Chorus
You say it’s too late your needle’s deep in my vein
I’m wounded and stricken blinded by pain
You say it’s my own fault I’m killing myself
You look at my pleas and then file them on your shelf
I am your slave I’m not looking for pity
If you’re rebuilding Babylon may I please leave this city
Leave your city
Chorus
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10. |
Dance
03:10
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Dance
All businessmen in your concrete towers
You play the world like a chessboard and your money equals hours
And the man who works in your factory
Just another number no way free
Chorus
If I dance to your music
If I dance to your music
If I dance to your music
You might try to steal my mind
All you leaders in seats of power you abuse
I pity your people you mislead and misuse
A higher power you have no use for this
A dark secret sealed with a kiss
Chorus
The universe is a secret locked in a draw
And I’d get into the room if I could only find the door
If I could only see the wood amongst the trees
I might not feel like a pilgrim down on my kness
Chorus
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11. |
Long Way To Freedom
03:59
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Long Way To Freedom
Blame me for my complexion
Put my body up against the wall
Drag my soul through the dirt
Blame me for my affection
Take my love and crush my bones
Chorus
Long way, long way to walk
Long way to freedom
Some people look into the shadows
Jump at the ghosts in their own head
Some lose the gold in their own lives
Forgetting all the wise words the prophets have bled
Chorus
Some are lost in a spiritual wasteland
Some give in to material desire
Some are locked up and chained
Reaching for the sun
If you truly wish to fly
Like the phoenix bird
You must face the fire
Chorus
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12. |
Hollow Men
03:14
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13. |
Running So Long
04:47
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14. |
Phula Phula (Ext.)
04:17
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Phula Phula
Smog drifts across the city and the sun looks like a rainbow in the haze
I’ve been fighting for freedom all my natural days
On a lonesome train at midnight on the way to wisdom hill
A voice called from the darkness and the words are ringing still
Chorus
Hey wena ‘mfana, phula phula amadlozi
Hey wena ‘mfana, phula phula, phula phula
Hey wena ‘mfana, phula phula amadlozi
Hey wena ‘mfana, phula phula, phula phula
Hey boy, obey the ancestors
I came upon a holy man, sent me searching for my roots
He had flames in his eyes, made me shiver in my boots
Under a lonesome moon at midnight, on a dark and dusty hill
Whispers in the darkness, and the words are ringing still
Chorus
Hey wena,’mfana is that a weapon in your hand
Hey wena,’mfana in this fragile restless land
Hey wena,’mfana help me to understand
Hey wena,’mfana is that wisdom in your hand
Chorus
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15. |
Wake Up (Ext.)
04:23
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Wake Up
Zunga sab’ amapolice xayefika nawozi zikele momange
Zunga sab’ amapolice xayefika nawozi zikele momange
Zunga sab’ amapolice xayefika nawozi zikele momange
Zunga sab’ amapolice xayefika nawozi zikele momange
Do not fear when the police come ‘cos they’re also gangsters
The police are giving in to corruption
And our leaders are mad
Wake up wake up
People fed on mass consumption
And the future looks bad
Wake up wake up
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