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LYRICS A TO Z
Lyrics from Somewhere in Afrika
TRIBAL STATISTICS
Andy Qunta-EMI Music Pub. Ltd. Who are you ?
Give details
Everywhere you look now, questionnaires
They want every detail of your affairs
Oh, so many people lives
Wrapped up in those...
Statistics, statistics - figures in a page
Statistics, statistics - numbers on a tape
Zulu, Xhosa,
Sotho, Venda
Zulu, Xhosa,
Sotho, Venda
Everywhere you go now
You're in their sight
Yes, they classify you
Shades of black and white
Oh, so many people lives
Wrapped up in those...
Statistics, statistics - figures in a page
Statistics, statistics - numbers on a tape
Zulu, Xhosa,
Sotho, Venda
Zulu, Xhosa,
Sotho, Venda
No chance of going back
And putting things right
These people rule with facts in the night
Oh, so many people lives
Wrapped up in those...
Statistics, statistics - figures in a page
Statistics, statistics - numbers on a tape
Statistics, statistics
Who are you ?
Give details
Who are you ?
Give details
Zulu, Xhosa,
Sotho, Venda
Zulu, Xhosa,
Sotho, Venda
Statistics, statistics - numbers on a tape
EYES OF NOSTRADAMUS
Al Stewart-Gwyneth Music Ltd. At night... At night...
At night - they will think they have seen the sun
When they see the mad half-pig man
At night - screams, battles seen fought in the sky
And beasts will be heard to speak
Man, man your time is sand
Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus
All your ways are known to me
Think upon it - all of you who may read this verse
Listen and listen well
Think upon it - barbarians, idiots and fools stay far away
Man, man your time is sand
Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus
All your ways are known to me
Oh, I had a dream
I thought I was alone
And the veil of all the years
Fell from my eyes like a stone
From the Ground - the seven year child
And a fire will come to the earth
From the sky - at forty-five degrees
And the stone will crack with the force
Man, man your time is sand
Your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus
All your ways are known to me
Oh, I had a dream
I thought I was alone
And the veil of all the years
Fell from my eyes like a stone
At night... at night...
Think upon it... think upon it...
At night... at night...
Think upon it... think upon it...
THIRD WORLD SERVICE
Anthony Moore-Warner Chappell Music Ltd. Waiting for the monsoon, for the monsoon, the monsoon
Waiting for the monsoon, for the monsoon, the monsoon
Waiting for the monsoon, for the monsoon, the monsoon
Crisis in the night
No lighting in the ballroom
Voices come and go
Talking Michaelangelo
Down in the forest
The insect Kingdom gathers
Pictures getting restless
Trouble in the night
Waiting for the monsoon
No lighting in the ballroom
Waiting for the monsoon
No lighting in the ballroom
(1) Finger in the sky
(1) They're jamming all the airwaves
(1) Searching for the traitor
(1) That blew the generator
(1) Oh, Mother - couldn't find a candle
(1) Man, this station's just too hot to (handle)
Waiting for the monsoon
No lightning in the ballroom
Waiting for the monsoon
No lightning in the ballroom
(2) Blood flecked voices
(2) Distortion and gain
(2) Static interference, short wave rain
(2) And there's hot repetition of signals chime
(2) But the feeble reception couldn't get the meantime
Waiting for the monsoon
No lightning in the ballroom
Crisis in the night
No lighting in the ballroom
Voices come and go
Talking Michaelangelo
Down in the forest
The insect Kingdom gathers
Pictures getting restless
Trouble in the night
Waiting for the monsoon
No lightning in the ballroom
[(1) and (2) mixed]
Waiting for the monsoon
No lightning in the ballroom
Waiting for the monsoon
No lightning in the ballroom
DEMOLITION MAN
Sting-Magnetic Pub. Ltd. Tied to the tracks
And the trains just coming
Strapped to the wing
With the engine running
You say that this wasn't in your plan
Don't mess around with the demolition man
I'm a walking nightmare
An arsenal of doom
I kill conversations as I walk into the room
I'm a three line whip
I'm the sort of thing they ban
I'm a walking disaster boy
Tied to a chair
And the bomb is ticking
The situation is not of your picking
You say that this wasn't in your plan
Don't mess around with the demolition man
I'm a walking nightmare
An arsenal of doom
I kill conversations as I walk into the room
I'm a three line whip
I'm the sort of thing they ban
I'm a walking disaster boy
Tied to the tracks
And the trains just coming
Strapped to the wing
With the engine running
You say that this wasn't in your plan
Don't mess around with the demolition man
I'm a walking nightmare
An arsenal of doom
I kill conversations as I walk into the room
I'm a three line whip
I'm the sort of thing they ban
I'm a walking disaster boy
I'm a walking nightmare
I kill conversations
I kill conversations
I'm the sort of thing they ban
I'm a walking disaster boy
BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF AZANIA
M.Mann-Stemra/EMI Music Pub. Ltd Brothers and Sisters of Azania
It's still the same
The words they use are just a game
Brothers and Sisters of Azania
The wind of change
Will break the man who holds the gun
Brothers and Sisters of Africa
Amandla
It's not for me
Awethu
To say to you what you must do
Maatla aruna
Brothers and Sisters remember well
Amandal
They can't control
Awhethu
What's in your mind, what's in your soul
Maatla aruna
Brothers and Sisters of Azania
Amandla
The chains of time
Awethu
Will break the man who holds the key
Maatla aruna
BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF AFRICA
M.Mann-Stemra/EMI Music Pub. Ltd. Brothers and Sisters of Africa
It's still the same
The words they use are just a game
Mothers and Daughters of Africa
It's not for me
To say to you what you must do
Amandla awethu
Maatla aruna
Brothers and Sisters of Africa
Amandla
You always knew
Awethu
That history belonged to you
Maatla aruna
Amandla awethu
Maatla...
TO BANTUSTAN ?
M.Mann-EMI Music Pub. Ltd. What do they do with a man whose Father was a Swazi ?
What do they do with a man whose Mother was a Zulu ?
Where do they send him ?
Where do they send him ?
What do they do if that man's Grandmother was a Tsonga ?
Do they send him to Kwazulu, Bophuthatswana or Transkei ?
I ask why ?
What do they do to a man ?
They take away his freedom
What do they do to a man ?
They take away his woman
Where do they send them ?
Where do they send them ?
What do they do to a man ?
They take away his children
Oh, they send him to Kwazulu, Bophuthatswana or Transkei
I ask why ?
Amandla awethu
Maatla...
REDEMPTION SONG (No Kwazulu)
Bob Marley-Blue Mountain Music Ltd. No Kwazulu, no Kwazulu
No Bophuthatswana, no Lebowa
No Kwazulu, no Kwazulu
No Bophuthatswana, no Lebowa
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
For none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book
So won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever hear
Is redemption song
Soldiers march their freedom
Out into the city streets
And though it seems like a losing battle
There can be no retreat
So won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever hear
Is redemption song
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
For none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book
So won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever hear
Is redemption song