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COLD FUSION – A bit too much of this and far too much of that excess of another just to make it go away start a little cult well it’s actually just a movement soon everyone will be our slaves discussed it wrote it down so it wouldn’t go to waste genius and insanity are not too far away we just thought the world could use a little changing that’s what we thought on the good God’s day a bit too much of this and far too much of that excess of another just to make it go away start a little cult… well it’s actually just a movement soon we’ll be our own cult’s slaves.

THE INCIDENT – One night on the town with the Hog family we headed to the Jam for the ska party Gramps left the wife and kids at home we’ve been thorough this before we should have known we skanked all night and got real drunk we talked shit we broke stuff and acted punk Emos took the car when we picked up Peelang and then that’s when they committed DK DK a tire a screech shit fuck bitch a nervous laugh through the slurred speech Barry had no business being on the pavement anyway DK DK.

WILLY WHITE – Money for a sniff of white or a needle poke chasing boiling bubbles bubbling poisonous smoke it’s up to you when you gonna realise take one more hit lay back and close your eyes lock that door shut out the world coz no one understands or you’d be forced to see the problem in your hands a trip a suicide a brand new state of mind a brand new state of loneliness that you could leave behind tomorrow everything’s gonna be all right tomorrow gonna leave it all behind now tomorrow everything’s gonna be all right tomorrow maybe then you’ll see the light through the brown clouded red pumps mindless nothing to every feeling every thought its just a sense of false protection against a world that you forgot and I think you know what’s best what’s best or what would you prefer to sing a song of no way out or leason that you’ve learned when escape becomes the cure and reality’s the pain your only source of sanity could drive you insane tomorrow everything’s gonna be all right tomorrow gonna leave it all behind now tomorrow everything’s gonna be all right tomorrow maybe you’ll see the light it’s gonna be alright without you Willy White.

THE SPIRIT OF THE GREAT HEART – The world is full of strange behaviour every man has to be his own saviour and I know I can make it on my own if I try but I’m searching for a great heart to stand me by underneath the African sky a great heart to stand me by I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart to hold and stand me by I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart under African sky sometimes I feel that you really know me sometimes there’s so much you can show me there is a highway of stars across the heavens and a whispering song of the wind in the grass there’s the rolling thunder across the savanna a hope and dream at the edge of the sky and your life is a story like the wind your life is a story like the wind I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart I can see the fire in your eyes I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart that beats my name inside sometimes I feel that you really know me sometimes there’s so much you can show me guk a ‘mzimba sala ‘nhliziyo

NO ONE HEARD – Once upon a time not long ago he thought had it all that was in a time where big things now back then they seemed so small everything his oyster perfect life the perfect girl open road in lay straight ahead went out to see the world but dreams once were so promising now gone away he wasn’t needed anymore no light ahead and there’s no way back without a fight he lost the war and why did no one hear Monday morning when I got to work another slave to earn his pay they broke the sad news our friend Robbie’s gone away and all the faces that usually didn’t care couldn’t hide their guilt for ever trying not to hear got in his car and never coming back he took the long road home he took the trip to find a better place but did anybody know and why did no one hear I sat that day in the church and wondered how this could be going on all these people in sorrow did we not see that something was wrong and why did no one hear

AUNTY TRISH – She lived on a little house upon the sea good friends with my family where every other Sunday we’d go her kids were the same age as me we played together happily the youngest Stevie he was my bro when my folks left me with her they knew that I’d be just fine coz Aunty Trish was highly strung and very big on discipline so she would always keep me in line and then one day she screamed and shouted at me threatened me with cutlery and told me that I was going to hell she couldn’t believe I was so bad I shouldn’t disrespect my dad and little boys should do as they’re telled from then on and since that time every other Sunday I was always… on my best behaviour maybe coz I was scared of her except the day when I crashed the car now she’s gone but still lives on in my memory now she’s up in heaven and she’s looking down on me she lived in a little house upon the sea that still sticks out so clearly in my memory she kept me in line with her cutlery Aunty Trish I know you’re looking down on me Aunty Trish (Trish) Trish can you see me now Aunty Trish (Trish) Trish you must be so proud Aunty Trish I know that you can see me now Aunty Trish (Trish) Trish see I turned out just fine!

AFRICAN SON – If someone asked me where would I say I’m from if someone asked me where would I say I belong so much history and so much wrong so much fighting for far too long so much anger and so much pain and then when the power shifts we got to find someone else to blame it’s my home it’s where I’ll stay and where I belong I didn’t choose to be here I was born I might seem out of place here but everything I hold dear is under the African sun what a big what a big and it makes me sick what a big fat stinking lie we were forced to live and we lived by force what a pricey thing to buy if have not’s had and the have’s had not well you think it’d be alright but the just still weeps while the rich man sleeps justice where is your power it’s my home it’s where I’ll stay and where I belong I didn’t choose to be here I was born I might seem out of place here but everything I hold dear is under the African sun who of you among us will cast the first stone the problem’s never been just black or white take me to when time began where every woman every man was born an african a true african under the african sun.

THE NAKED SONG – Breaking all the eggshells as I walk taken out some eyes with my popped champaign cork do you think there’ll ever be the time do you think I’ll get the chance to sing this ryhme you see I’m free no dignity or I just don’t know I’m far too old it’s getting cold found something to put on some stupid girl won’t give a damn how rude how dirty obnoxious or drunk I am when I thought my motivation gone I saw your face and knew that I was wrong that’s me lazy hanging free and barely holding on for half the price its very nice but not the real thing now that you gone away I’m still alive and I guess that’s ok now that you gone away well you were right then all along where did I go wrong looking back at the damage that I’ve done I write it all off to just having fun now I found what I’ve been searching for I’m wrong again was I expecting more my claim to fame myself to blame naked and sincere it’s just a dream and things don’t seem to ever be so clear now that you gone away I’m still alive and I guess that’s ok now that you gone away well you were right then all along I did what I did just because it was there I do what I do and then I don’t really care my organs are bleeding but at least they’re not feeling don’t worry mom I’ll make you proud some day now that you’ve gone away I’m still around and I guess that’s ok now that you’ve gone away it’s getting harder to see right or wrong now that you’ve gone away I’m still alive and I guess that’s ok now that you’ve gone away I guess there’s just no right or wrong so I’ll carry on.

FLAG OF FREEDOM – Wave the flag of freedom from inside the bastille walls brought up bred and brainwashed a new crusader wages war to shed the light to colonise the world civillise the savages outside democracy works so well when everyone’s the same ignorant or blind it’s hard to tell that some aren’t like you and they don’t like you coz meanwhile back in the jungle we get a different picture here on the streets in the squatter camps your dream no one can share tailored for elitists that our tribute feeds the might cultivating 3rd world anarchy what makes you think you got the right you call it liberation how can you still believe you’re free controlled by wealth, tradition, fear or force we’re still a controlled society a hopeless situation to win some have to lose the greed of all the winners is what we call ambition the xenophoebic melting pot’s dillution will prevail and all the opposition must subside and now we cry for revolution well try revolve on this we don’t need a new human system we just need a new human race.

THE GREAT ESCAPE – I’m not a part of you and you’re not of me my own system’s all I ever claimed to believe put up on a pedestal but not by you and nobody reserves the right to tell me what to do I see the value coz it’s my fight I fought I take a pinch of salt with everything I’m taught everybody’s equal but no one’s the same I think you missed the point of going against the grain breaking the chains to blow your brains out beyond that chain’s a prison can’t you see you thought beyond those chains that you’d be free I went my own way and they called me wrong then I finally found a place where I belong I look around and they’re all the same one hundred and eighty degrees I’m back again breaking the chains to blow your brains out beyond that chain’s a prison can’t you see I don’t want to follow or to lead.

LOOP STREET GENERATION – Walked the street where doc clad feet had stumbled once before things don’t seem what they used to be anymore triple X and purchased sex now shine their neon glow run by gangsters paying cops this used to be our home the undernation my education the Loop street generation, my generation walked the street where doc clad feet had once paraded free the dungeon of the underground where everyone would meet now not even in daylight is it safe to walk alone what’s now just a den of iniquity it used to be our home the undernation my education the Loop street generation, my generation does anyone care does anyone care was anybody even there does anyone care does anyone care do you remember Loop street generation.

SO LONG – You’ve been my friend through all these years I saw your pain and you drank my beer I said I’d never let you be alone down and out but you through away all the luck that life ever gave and now you blame the world for doing you wrong the time we spent having such a fun time the thick and thin the good and the bad times it’s sad to say that all that time is gone I don’t want to see you die but the choice is yours not mine I think it’s time you learned to stand alone it’s sad to say good-bye till we meet again.