while I lose myself
In this dome of dusty tracks, history reloaded & reality deconstructed
Misconduct, reconfigured, shamelessly blurred
The docks fitted with stale beer, hefty blankets of smoke and gore
Smells of sweet guilt
The couch fleas sucking and sipping
Jumping to the same rhythm
The one in their heads that burn
Let this warped congregation sing its hymns
Oh holy, holy, holy
We’re lost, come find us
The dirt, musk, trample with malice
It smells of a shared promise
One we made to the Gods
That we’ll surrender and scream
dance until our lungs need help
Fortitude within us
Unless you’re on your bed
Crying to be taken
Why would you cease this warped paradise?
One that promises you complete freedom
And one that ends too suddenly
Leaving you heaving for more
Got this via e-mail today. Like this version better.
Shaggy’s ‘It wasn’t me’ in Kaapstad Afrikaans: ‘Dit wassie ekkie’
Finally, Linkin Park is coming to South Africa and I couldn’t be happier! I fell in love with the hard rock back in the day when I was still a bustling teen whose music taste gathered anything from Linkin Park’s nu metal and Blink 182’s pop punk to Destiny’s Child’s pop R&B and Beastie Boys’ hip hop. But Linkin Park’s raw rock, rap metal and powerful lyrics was my firm favourite. Chester’s voice was my go-to and I hoped that one day I’d see them live. Linkin Park has always been on my music bucket list and finally they’ve made the move to tour Africa. After a decade of adoration, Linkin Park is stopping by in Jozi and Cape Town in November 2012.
7 November – Cape Town
10 November – Johannesburg
Go to http://www.computicket.com/ for tickets
Here’s some Linkin Park favourites. Hard to pick.
A boxer’s gloves
A saint’s heart
A fighter’s rage for freedom
Making colours washed
And carrying hope
under history’s turmoil
A strong heart
And hope that this will be his legacy
A forever design
Struggle in life, life for struggle
After climbing a great hill, one will find many more hills to climb
And he climbed
Flag on the hill of colours
sweeping moments where people shook their heads
only to find that the flag kept waving
It always seems impossible until its done.
And it wasn’t ridiculous
The brawl for recognition and humanity
Let freedom reign. The sun never set on so glorious a human achievement.
And may the rays flicker
When the water starts boiling it is foolish to turn off the heat.
So we carry on with beginnings
With no end in sight
So we can keep
An inheritance of abandon
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
And we get up
All art requires courage
To stir, to irritate, to go against the grain
isn’t that what art is all about?
Oh mighty spear, zip it up will you?
Stay rigid in times of struggle; I warrant esteem
A shuffle of the spectacles, a clear giggle, a sex scandal
I’m in power!
I can’t bear the paint
What is this hanging?
It’s private, I’m private, we’re private
I am a stallion but zip it up
While I manage up the fraud, the crimes, my friends in high places
who eat caviar while you eat…
What do you eat?
They have guns, have drivers, have a pocket-full of Visa
Respect me, I say
Abide in the concave of our democracy
So the police can reign
Oh, my people
It is my Zulu spear, blunt, unfocused
deadly to the hearts of freedom
Surely, it should be bigger. My spear
No, hide it
So I can hide
Oh don’t judge me my people
it’s not sanctioned
Shout my name
because I am your leader
remember that freedom means you can’t offend me
Don’t hurt my feelings
I’ll hurt your sovereignty
What’s a parody?
What is justice
Stop dicking around
Please zip me up
while I zip you down