Toe die wêreld hier nog jong was en die horison wyd en oop
Was dit groen hier in die halfrond, suid van die ewenaar
En in die skemer as die son sak en die beeste huis toe loop
Klink die roepstem van die vrouwe oor die heuvels van die land:
Halala, ewig is ons Afrika.
Tula tula mtanami, tula tula sanaboni, tula tula mtanami,
Ubab uzobuya sihlale naye, ubab uzobuya sihlale sonke, Hmmm-Hmmm
Toe kom die skepe uit die weste, wit seile oor die see
Om te vra vir kos en water en te bly vir so veel meer.
En die land wat een tyd oop was, die land het ons verruil
Vir die ghetto’s van die stede is ons koperdraad gegee.
Halala, ewig is ons Afrika
Halala, sasiphila, kamnandi, halala, mayibuye Afrika
Tula tula mtanami, tula tula sanaboni, tula tula mtanami,
Ubab uzobuya sihlale naye, ubab uzobuya sihlale sonke, Hmmm-Hmmm
Daar was rykdom in die maag van ons moeder Afrika
Diamante en ook steenkool, goud, edel metaal
En die mense word die slawe hier want die mense word betaal
Om te tonnel in die aarde elke greintjie uit te haal
En die groot en oop grasvlaktes span dit toe met doringdraad
En van die olifant tot die gemsbok al die diere moes kom buig
Voor die mag van die grootwildjagter voor die mag van sy groot geweer
Totdat net die stilte oorbly, totdat net die stilte heers.
Halala, ewig is ons Afrika.
Halala, sasiphila, kamnandi, halala, mayibuye Afrika
Sasidjapolutjoloythina
Halala, sasiphila, kamnandi, halala, mayibuyeAfrika - Johannes Kerkorrel
Alien sky leaves one silent ... your soul shutters when you hear the beautiful sounds ... her incredible voice... and the inner heart of one of the most divine artists South Africa has ever produced.
One can listen to Karin's music night after night but it sounds uniquely different every time and leaves you with intensified feelings of satisfaction and inspiration ...
Harvest is a time of plenty, when the season's hard work is rewarded by bounty... Is this the story of your life? Lord of the ages - Magna Carta
Lord of the Ages rode one night
Out through the gateways of time
Astride a great charger
In a cloak of white summit
He flew on the air
Like a storm
Dark was the night
For he gathered the stars in his hand
To light a path through the sky
Rather hoofs of his charger
Made comets of fire
Bewitching all eyes
Beheld them
(Sigit Pamungkas/Reuters)
Lord of the Ages, nobody knows
Whether he goes, nobody knows
Below a dark forest in caves of black granite
(Amel Emric/Associated Press)
The children of darkness dwelt in oblivion
Betraying one another in endless confusion
But the Lord of the Dark
Had bewitched them
From time’s first creation
The wise men and prophets
And all workers of magic
Had warned of the reckoning
The wind and the fire
And the plague of destruction that follows the path
Of evil
(John Moore/Getty Images)
Lord of the Ages, nobody knows
Whether he goes, nobody knows
Far above the wide ocean and thundering rivers
Through the sun and the rain
The turn of the seasons
Rode the god of all knowing
(Firdia Lisnawati/Associated Press)
While all around him celestial companions
Friends from the void before time was woven
Honour his crown with words of white fire
And carry his robes with light
Whether he goes, nobody knows
But in the peace of a valley
A young child was born
Filling the night with his crying
And an old man gave thanks to the lord of the ages
Who’s battle is not with innocence
But the birds of the air were silent
Knowing that time had come when time was forgotten
The waters were stilled
The mountains stood empty
And the cities were deaf
Long, long ago
(Jeff Horner/Walla Walla Union-Bulletin/Associated Press)
Enough
Cried a voice
And the earth was awaking
Poor and the rich fell to ring of the fire
Death and destruction rode out together
Turning the world to a funeral pyre
It was the Lord of the Ages - Gathering in the harvest
I thank the Lord of the Ages - Gathering in the harvest
Oh, Lord - Gathering in the harvest
Gathering in the harvest
And from the blood and the thunder of men in their dying
His eyes dark with sorrow
The Lord of the Ages
Gathered in his harvest
Gathering in the harvest, gathering in the harvest . . .
(Sivaram V/Reuters)
But to the old and helpless
The weak and the humble
To the children of light
His words of compassion breezed on them gently
Dissolving the darkness across the great valley that rumbled with fire
And from the death and destruction
The Lord of the Ages
Carried the fruit to the harvest
To freedom
(Prakash Mathema/AFP/GettyImages)
Lord of the Ages, nobody knows
Whether he goes, nobody knows
My grandfather used to say, "Life is astonishingly short".
As I look back on it now it becomes so telescoped in my mind that, for example, I have difficulty in understanding how a young man can come to a decision to ride to the next village without being afraid that - leaving possible misfortunes quite out of account - even the span of a normal, fortune-favoured existence will be wholly inadequate for the trip. - Franz Kafka
pak op, pak op
sit jou goedjies op jou kop
more gaan ons weg,
ver van hier weg...
- David Kramer
Anyone who lives on his own but would like to have some contact now and then....
(A-wa a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(A-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(A-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza
... anyone who, allowing for the different times of day, weather, working conditions and so on, merely wishes to see an arm - it can be any old arm - that he could hang on to...
She's a rich girl
She don't try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He's a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
.... such a person would not get by for long without a window on the street.
People say she's crazy
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that's one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
She was physically forgotten
And then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you've taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds
And I could say oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I'm talking about
As if everybody here would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And he puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And be this mood such that he is not even looking for anything but simply steps over to his window, a tired man, his gaze alternating between people and sky, and does so unwillingly, his head tilted back slightly...
And I could say oo oo oo
And everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds
... even then the horses down below will sweep him along in their wake of carts and noise and so eventually into harmony with the human race.
People say I'm crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that's one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of my shoes
The window on the street - Franz Kafka (Translation JA. Underwood)
Songwriters: SIMON, PAUL / SHABALALA, JOSEPH / DP,
My gaap n stille kreet - 'n stilgil van kritiek verskans as kompliment My emosies promisku sonner sentiment - 'n alleenheidsongeloof in naaktheid ongesiens Die realiteit 'n tragedie-illusie vol plesier My komminpassie nie so 'n kommin observasie My kommin sense nie so kommin as ek my skryf Instaar in die skoonblaaiboek en druppels bloed Angstigelegant uit my voorkop tap op die nuwe boek
Jou staar slaan die kant van my gesig soos 'n Stilkreet wat skrams my hart kom roer as Jou pinkiepunt die bewing in my lyf wegstreel, vol Deernis die ritueel volvoer en wegglip sonder terugkyk na gisters die toekoms in
Die spieel kaats grou skadu's oor jou kaalgyt en drup 'n somber traan vol sout Nasmaak in my mond...
Stap van hoek tot hoek sonner kyk maar
Jou neus snuffel die vriendskapsskaduwees wat uitspiraal
In sirkels van ongeluk waar lusfantoom en realiteit bewegingloos
Horisons ontmoet
en die geprikte duimnael bloed stort As my vingers erektiel-vyftallig my lyf bespring en Balle borste word in my genitale hand met die geisoleerde middelvinger wat Rooi uitpis-ontplof en my Alleen, steriel agterlaat Onaangeraak.
Ernstig, intelligent, lief, maar denke ietwat elementer Met regs en links en op en af kyk maar nooit ooit Ver kyk nie, net maar rondkyk binne beperkte sirkels van idees Draaiend om die eie as in stille wanhoopskreet
En... Sexy, maer, goedgebou altyd in beheer met 'n skugterheid Wat lig ontduik en intiem beskeie hart oopmaak oor vele reise En apologeties klein foutjies met 'n eenoog oogknip verbloem en Ongesteurd deur 'n onvermoende hand wat nie kan vriendskap gee
En... Aantreklik, met n duidelike mond en n drupdroomoog die groot tieties Verbloem wannir die hand op-en-vinnig-af beweeg waar stemtone skril Die klein oortjies uitasem toehou vir die einas van lewe in die kokon inglip En maar vergewe word omdat onskuld so selde enige iemand kan skaad
En... My maklike vriend wat deur almal verstaan en gelief word deur flegmaties Universeel algemene uitsprake kopskuddend met sy ligtheid en nonchalant Telkens homself herhaal in uitermatige oorvloed van korrektheid soos n vogel in vlug Terugkeer na die hok waar skuiling veilige beskerming koester teen alleen
En... 'n Belofte sonner inhoud wat my eensaam laat voel in haar teenwoordigheid Maar tog teenswoordig status het al issit moeilik om eintlik te bepaal waarom Oorvriendelikheid soms half gatkruiperig lyk waarmee onsekere siele soms Verblind kan word deur goedkoop lofsange so reg uit die hallelujaboek
En... Martelgat en babbelkous wat nie wil verloor en verval in afvlerkvooltjie Sindroom waar geveg word met drome en siekerig vertoon al is dit allermins Nodig om te help want die gesiglelikgyt word onderspeel deur n voorhoof Wat ongenaakbaar tuur oor hande en groot voete perfek uit proporsie met sy res.
En... Uniekheid wat nie verstaan word deur die gepeupel met algemene wereldshumor Eie wysheid maar ook nie oorskat moet word as rusteloosheid en respek vir tradisie Charismaties saamgemeng word in n groot geheel wat beslis nie die toekoms gaan Verander maar met opregtheid hoop uitstraal as jy melancholies koffie soek
En... 'n Probleem sonner dat mens nou rerig weet hoekom mens nou eintlik vaderlik Voel as jy met siddering dink hoe n eie pad gevolg word en lank alle kontak Verbreek en mens dit onnodig vind om uit vind waar die vriendskap is en net Aangaan en los soos dit is maar die vlek op die keel laat my soms weifel
En... Elegant en aards met n betowering sonder dat dit enigsens agtergekom word Met n kyk na nerens wat alles inneem en diep agter smal ooglede skuil en praat In kort afgemete sinskontruksies wat leeg vertoon as jy jou hand oplig om te Wyshoop dat dit dalk sal inslag vind in die deurmekaargyt slapoog gluur
En... Twee vingers telkens op n skewe ken en vlugtelings n lippestreel en neusraak Gebaar amper hipokraat maar praat met wysheid vrysinnig gedeel sonner hoogmoed
En dan die nekkie gooi maar tog in jou hart in klim al weet jy die
bravade verg eerlikheid om sonder skroom die heiligkoei te melk as die
spoeg so spat tot op jou hand
En... Delikate swakkeling wat opreg sterk kan lyk en fundamentalisties sonner skaamkry Onsekerhede afmaak as feitlikheid uit wetenskaplike bybelsgrond en my soms laat Voel dat ek nooit hier my vertroue sal uitstort al is dit ook die laaste persoon Op aarde maar dis okay want ons albei weet dat ons tog wedersyds vergeef
Wat sou ons wees sonder ons vrinne? Dankie vir julle in my lewe.
Woody Guthrie" As I went walking, I saw a sign there, And on the sign
there, It said "no trespassing." But on the other side, it didn't say
nothing! That side was made for you and me."
