Koos Kombuis
Koos Kombuis - Duco Box Rasta lyrics
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My forefathers are buildings in the sand They left a thousand ruins across the land I love them deep like salt, they feel bitter on my skin I believe in pleasure, they believe in sin In their castles, unaware of time They are standing still like statues moist with slime Melodies of gardens, memories of war I can't hear their voices anymore Listen to the crying in the streets All the lonely people that you meet Children of the change, caught like rats in a trap But the little ones are dancing to the Duco Box Rap Dancing with the free man, dancing with the foe wishing I was yellow man, wishing I was Omo Got to feel the breathing of faces as they smile Got to run for cover on the golden mile Now we're dancing to the beat of the rock and roll The feeling of the mood in your soul, in your soul I believe in ganja, I believe in Jah I'm bopping to the beat of the Duco Box Rasta We're running for our lives in the gutters of the 'Brow we've eating from the scraps of the black man's chow We've been living on the edge of the silent sea we've been raised on the smoking of the Beatnik tree We were victims of the struggle, and victims of apartheid But we've got to reach the sun before it gets too late We're crazy with belief, we are mad with disgrace for we bore the brute disdain of the whole human race Listen to the jungle, rap-a-tap-tap The boogie boogie bungle, rap-a-tap-clap trap listen to the beat of the people in the street The shaking of the castanets, the moving feet Blessed are the prophets of rock and roll And the feeling of the mood in your soul, in your soul Do you believe in ganja, do you believe in Jah? Are you bopping to the beat of the Duco Box Rasta, man? Song For Harry or Harry's Song There's a blonde woman standing in the shade I've got a friend called Harry who thinks he's got it made I know the joker's up your sleeve, they're taking trains to everywhere I've been so hungry for your lies, Harry are you there? There's a late night rambler drowning in a beer The prostitutes in Cuba charge service fees for wear and tear The loneliness of love, the bitterness of yesteryear I'm desperate to be a nobody, Harry, Harry take me there I've been living in the shadows of addiction and despair But I've got a friend called Harry. Harry are you there? And do you really care? One more Summer on the beach, one more Winter in the can Standing on the street-corner feeling like a man But Harry's always restless. Harry wants his share I'm running from him daily. Harry, Harry it's not fair I've been living in the shadows of addiction and despair But I've got a friend called Harry. Harry are you there? And do you really care? Everybody knows him, he's got contacts everywhere It's no use getting married, or moving to John Foster's Square He's the friend of crooks and lepers, and the enemy of fresh air Nowhere to go, no deal to cut if Harry's is not there I've been living in the shadows of addiction and despair But I had a friend called Harry. Harry are you there? And you don't really care?