lyrics: CF Haasbroek, Jaco van der Merwe, Toast Coetzer, HemelBesem.
WALKIE TALKIE (with A Skyline on Fire)
Happy Valentine’s Day
Be careful what you say to me,
I'm only skin and bones at the best of times,
Petrified of breaking down alone.
I was 600 metres away;
I heard a planet swivel suddenly on its axis,
I was four streaks of biting light. (I don’t like cricket)
I saw what must’ve been you;
I’m comparatively nervous when it’s night.
I won awards, the entire thing fits into a bathroom and a lawyer and a limb; sink, swim,
lick the beast that makes me feel half-man from within,
grapple his shoulder blades down for the win,
shinless shuddering sinful spinning tiles, blood and gin,
this door is locked, I can’t get in…
More of the same,
one more bullet, one more day,
let us take our place among the hiding
and we need to make believe
that our idols will preach a better way
to live
do they really care for me, at all?
here’s your hero
there’s your hell
here’s your gun
and there’s the door
here’s a country torn in two
here’s her father
there’s a tear
here’s the silver
there’s a tweet
what they say
we cannot hear
what we know
is all we know
love is a home
on Sky TV
every time you say her name
you say woman I say man
we say never
life says - more
More of the same,
one more bullet, one more day,
let us take our place among the hiding
and we need to make believe
that our idols will preach a better way
to live
do they really care for me, at all?
Hey, it’s me Lord, your son...Maybe it’s all illusions,
But it seems we draw guns before we draw conclusions
I was shootin’ for the stars, from field and track I hail.
Ended up shooting at Reeva, it’s the truth that's setting sail
Polluted is my sea, they took every medal and tale
They're looking at me, while I'm looking at getting bail
Probably banned from athletics, they say that I can't run
But how's that different to the challenge back when young
So here I am: Oscar, the de-feeted
Though I've prospered, my roster still says that I need Jesus
So without my blades, centre stage, all seize
Coz without my blades, I'm anyways on my knees
More of the same,
one more bullet, one more day,
let us take our place among the hiding
and we need to make believe
that our idols will preach a better way
to live
do they really care for me, at all?
A collective of spoken word artists from South Africa, including Toast Coetzer (Buckfever Underground); Jaco van der Merwe
(Bittereinder); HemelBesem; Hunter Kennedy (Fokof/Heuwels); Henry Cloete (Skynmaagde), YOMA & MOUTHOFWOLF, collaborating across mediums and languages to make WALKIE TALKIE tracks. Stywe lyne Suid-Afrika....more
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