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I Killed a Man
03:09
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Maybe he is my brother; he’s a brother that I know.
But if things not getting better, my jealousy will grow.
We’re building both an altar, an altar made of stone
I think we bring a sacrifice, mine will rise to throne.
Though he’ll be burning livestock and I’ll just give some grain
Honest, what’s the purpose, man, to throw your best in drain?
Brother’s altar offering God gladly did accept
Brother said it’s sin in life that He would mine reject.
How dare you little brother to me say that I’m wrong.
There’s justice in these hands, boy. You know these fists are strong.
Before I knew, the rage in me killed dear brother dead.
When asked by God where brother was this is what I said.
I killed a man:
my brother’s dead.
I killed a man!
That’s what I said.
Maybe he’s my brother; he’s a brother that I know.
But if things not getting better, my jealousy will grow.
Before I knew, the rage in me killed dear brother dead.
When asked by God where brother was this is what I said.
I killed a man:
my brother’s dead.
I killed a man!
That’s what I said
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2. |
Brandmerk
04:39
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Partykeer vloei ek maklik
Partykeer skop en skree ek
Maar meeste van die tyd skud ek my kop in ongeduld en wonder,
toemond, of dit nou die tyd is om iets te sê
En soms verdraai jy al die vrae
en ek staan weerloos teen die aanslag wat jy op my rig.
Kom dans in die vlamme van ons taal.
Ons bly in Afrika
Ons kan saam sit tot die maan die son wegjaag.
Als lyk alles beter, beter in die donker.
Skree vir my en wys my jy's nog lewendig.
En keer jouself om jou gedagtes te verdoof
en leer jouself om vry te wees.
Ek het jou nodig, ons het jou nodig
En soms verdraai jy al die vrae
en ek staan weerloos teen die aanslag wat jy op my rig.
Brandmerk my in die vlamme van ons taal.
Ons bly in Afrika
Ons kan saam sit tot die maan die son wegjaag.
Als lyk alles beter, beter in die donker.
Ek plak jou briewe teen my ruite.
Ek wens die son kan weer op my skyn.
Brandmerk jou woorde teen my lyf.
‘n Brandmerk is my vryspraak teken.
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3. |
Drake
03:18
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Vertel my ‘n sprokie van monsters en trolle en drake en die regte wêreld.
Ek wil bang word en verskonings soek om by jou te bly.
Neem my terug na die ou Transvaal, waar mense die hemel kan koop
Want jou siel is meer werd as pappa se opinie, van toekoms en hoop
Los my drome vir my dat hulle dit onder mekaar kan uitbaklei.
Ek wil bang word en verskonings soek om by jou te bly
Neem my terug na die ou Transvaal, waar mense die hemel kan koop
Want jou siel is meer werd as pappa se opinie, van toekoms en hoop
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4. |
Glue
03:38
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I had a dream last night that I could fly away to the moon
And take a picture of you. And I think, what a beautiful view
Your pretty blue eyes crying, hiding the pain of the world
And I said, hey mister can you hear the silent whispers
of the poor and the hungry, baby seals, rosewood trees,
all the queens, and the fluffy things and me?
Sir have you got a moment to spare, maybe a penny somewhere?
No, it’s quarter to eight and I‘m late.
And I said, hey mister can you hear the silent whispers
of the poor and the hungry, baby seals, rosewood trees,
all the queens, and the fluffy things and me?
If I had one final wish, glue will be it.
So I could paste the world together one last time
And I said hey mister can you hear the silent whispers
of the poor and the hungry, baby seals, rosewood trees,
all the queens and fluffy things,
all the Jews, milky moos, fish in a pan, maybe you, maybe me
and what about all the bees and all the bears?
Who cares? who cares? maybe just me.
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5. |
Little Star
03:07
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I hammered a star against my wall.
It’s made out of twigs and it’s rather small.
It may not be bright at all.
To be seen, maybe not much, but it’s my dream
There’s no twinkle, no glitter for my little star.
No glamour, no diamonds in who you are.
Just on my wall not even that high.
But I dare you touch it, you just try.
The wall might crack with the hammer force.
Crumbling construct invoke no remorse.
As long as a piece of wall remains to keep my star,
I have no pain.
There’s no twinkle, no glitter for my little star.
No glamour, no diamonds in who you are.
Just on my wall not even that high.
But I dare you touch it, you just try.
It’s not a real dream some people might say,
but I can see my star on a cloudy day.
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Middelklas
03:03
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Wel, dis 'n mooi ding as vryheidsvegters gevangenes neem
As mense uit maag kan lag en rommel optel by die see
As jy nie bang is om jou naaste lief te hê
en elke sonopkoms oopmond te soen
Want vryheid is 'n konsep van vrede in jouself en vreugde in jou hart
Gee my middelklas township jazz
My siel streef na meer as melancholies meegesleur
En ek will nie langer wag nie
Dis 'n snaakse ding as ek morbidig in 'n erediens sit
As ouers jou drome weggooi en dokters rook
As liefde wen en haat verloor
en jy elke aand met 'n smile gaan slaap
Want vryheid is 'n konsep van vrede in jouself en vreugde in jou hart
Gee my middelklas township jazz
My siel streef na meer as melancholies meegesleur
En ek will nie langer wag nie
Want wie het vryheid nodig as jy dit kan steel
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7. |
Enkelfout
02:41
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Brand daar nog iewers diep binne jou
die vlamme van een fout wat ek sal onthou.
Wys my dis waar ons geheime ontstaan.
Ek weet dis ‘n teken, ek sweer jy was daar.
‘n Gedagte van een fout wat in my bly maal.
Gaan haal weer my drome. (drome bestaan)
Verloor jouself in passievol herinnering van ons.
Waar jy verdwaal en val en ek jou moet kom haal
Sal jy my bly vashou as jy my verstaan.
‘n Gedagte van twyfel wat in my bly maal.
Die vrees van die lewe vries vas. (koue bestaan)
Verloor jouself in passievol herinnering van ons.
Waar jy verdwaal en val en ek jou moet kom haal
Sal jy my bly vashou(‘n vlam wat brand in enkel fout)
Sal jy my laat brand
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Enovelle Pretoria, South Africa
Enovelle was born from jam sessions of artists from diverse inspirations and musical backgrounds. This acoustic act features enthralling female vocals accompanied by romantic guitar, melodic accordion and groovy bass lines. Enovelle draws their inspiration from the muses of French Café, Spanish Guitar with roots firmly in Mzansi Africa. ... more
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