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Valeriu Butulescu

The city is a graveyard for living people.

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Sin Of The City

Coat check girl up in happyland
Has a violent row with a cuban man
Julio leaves in a drunken rage -
Comes back with the gasoline
The club has no fire exit
The club only had one door
Only five people came out alive
The sin is that 89 died
89 dead! 89 dead! 89 dead! 89 dead!
The sin is that a year and a half before
The fire chiefs out and hes raising cain
Brands happyland hazzard close down but no.
No-one ever paid him no mind..
No-one ever paid him no mind..
No-one ever paid him no mind..
No-one ever paid him no mind..
No-one ever paid him no mind..
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
(chorus)
Daily news reviews of the landlords life
Found six thousand code ciolations light.
The city has more a hundred thousand wars
All for one of forbes four hundred whores.
Just one fire cracker on a big bondfire
Of self serving penny pinching wiseguy style.
Never allowing for the human condition. (hayyyeah)
Never allowing for the human condition. (hayyyeah)
Never allowing for the numen condition.
The sin is that these guys survive.
(chorus) (chorus)
-
The sin of the city yehh (chorus)
Stop killing your people now.
Stop wasting your people now. (chorus)
Your jacking your people off
Sin of the city, yehh (chorus)
Stop killing youre people how.
Youre wasting youre people yeahh. (chorus)

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In The City

Down here we walk a little faster
Down here we grow up real tight
Down here we stick together
'Cause down here you gotta fight, go!
You can live off this countries waste
We consume so much in this rat race
It's a human breeding ground of exploitation
But I won't become jaded
In the city
Its capitalism at its best
People living neck to neck
Those glass buildings won't fall on their own
So we should be throwing stones
Some of us were born, some of us were brought here
Some of us have moved here
But none of us can leave here

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Welcome To The City

Two dollar tips and the lipstick cigarettes
Get yourself a job with your fingertips
Too many tickets for the backseat matinee
Two hours later and you're looking for another face
Don't ask for love
Don't ask for pity
Don't ask for me
Welcome to the city
Four hundred dollars bus a room in the city
With a whole lot of people and a hole in the ceiling
Freeze in the winter, die in the summer
Seventeen kids next door without a mother
Hey, if you see me coming up the stairs
Please don't confuse me with someone who cares
Welcome to the city...I'm glad you made it, baby
I'm really...
You got some letter, it's a recommendation
Your best friend's ex sent a copy to the station
And he knows some agent through a distant realtion
An inside connection with a map and directions
Ah, too bad you came
Too bad you waited
Too bad for you
You're over-educated
Welcome to the city...I'm glad you made it, baby
I'm really glad
Don't ask for love
Don't ask for pity
Don't ask for me
Welcome to the city

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The City Streets

A CITY of Palaces! Yes, that's true: a city of palaces built for trade;
Look down this street—what a splendid view of the temples where fabulous gains are made.
Just glance at the wealth of a single pile, the marble pillars, the miles of glass,
The carving and cornice in gaudy style, the massive show of the polished brass;
And think of the acres of inner floors, where the wealth of the world is spread for sale;
Why, the treasures inclosed by those ponderous doors are richer than ever a fairy tale.
Pass on the next, it is still the same, another Aladdin the scene repeats;
The silks are unrolled and the jewels flame for leagues and leagues of the city streets!

Now turn away from the teeming town, and pass to the homes of the merchant kings,
Wide squares where the stately porches frown, where the flowers are bright and the fountain sings;
Look up at the lights in that brilliant room, with its chandelier of a hundred flames!
See the carpeted street where the ladies come whose husbands have millions or famous names;
For whom are the jewels and silks, behold: on those exquisite bosoms and throats they burn;
Art challenges Nature in color and gold and the gracious presence of every turn.
So the winters fly past in a joyous rout, and the summers bring marvelous cool retreats;
These are civilized wonders we're finding out as we walk through the beautiful city streets.

A City of Palaces!—Hush! not quite: a, city where palaces are, is best;
No need to speak of what's out of sight: let us take what is pleasant, and leave the rest:
The men of the city who travel and write, whose fame and credit are known abroad,
The people who, move in the ranks polite, the cultured women whom all applaud.
It is true, there are only ten thousand here, but the other half million are vulgar clod;
And a soul well-bred is eternally dear—it counts so much more on the books of God.
The others have use in their place, no doubt; but why speak of a class one never meets?
They are gloomy things to be talked about, those common lives of the city streets.

Well, then, if you will, let us look at both: let us weigh the pleasure against the pain,
The gentleman's smile with the bar-room oath, the luminous square with the tenement lane.
Look round you now; 'tis another sphere, of thin-clad women and grimy men;
There are over ten thousand huddled here, where a hundred would live of our upper ten.
Take care of that child: here, look at her face, a baby who carries a baby brother;
They are early helpers in this poor plane, and the infant must often nurse the mother.

Come up those stairs where the little ones went: five flights they groped and climbed in the dark;
There are dozens of homes on the steep ascent, and homes that are filled with children—hark!
Did you hear that laugh, with its manly tones, and the joyous ring of the baby voice?
'Tis the father who gathers his little ones, the nurse and her brother, and all rejoice.
Yes, human nature is much the same when you come to the heart and count its beats;
The workman is proud of his home's dear name as the richest man on the city streets.

God pity them all! God pity the worst! for the worst are reckless, and need it most:
When we trace the causes why lives are curst with the criminal taint, let no man boast:
The race is not run with an equal chance: the poor man's son carries double weight;
Who have not, are tempted; inheritance is a blight or a blessing of man's estate.
No matter that poor men sometimes sweep the prize from the sons of the millionaire:
What is good to win must be good to keep, else the virtue dies on the topmost stair;

When the winners can keep their golden prize, still darker the day of the laboring poor:
The strong and the selfish are sure to rise, while the simple and generous die obscure.
And these are the virtues and social gifts by which Progress and Property rank over Man!
Look there, O woe! where a lost soul drifts on the stream where such virtues overran:

Stand close—let her pass! from a tenement room and a reeking workshop graduate:
If a man were to break the iron loom or the press she tended, he knows his fate;
But her life may be broken, she stands alone, her poverty stings, and her guideless feet,
Not long since kissed as a father's own, are dragged in the mire of the pitiless street.

Come back to the light, for my brain goes wrong when I see the sorrows that can't be cured.
If this is all righteous, then why prolong the pain for a thing that must be endured?
We can never have palaces built without slaves, nor luxuries served without ill-paid toil;
Society flourishes only on graves, the moral graves in the lowly soil.

The earth was not made for its people: that cry has been hounded down as a social crime;
The meaning of life is to barter and buy; and the strongest and shrewdest are masters of time.
God made the million to serve the few, and their questions of right are vain conceits;
To have one sweet home that is safe and true, ten garrets must reek in the darkened streets.
'Tis Civilization, so they say, and it cannot be changed for the weakness of men.
Take care! take care! 'tis a desperate way to goad the wolf to the end of his den.
Take heed of your Civilization, ye, on your pyramids built of quivering hearts;
There are stages, like Paris in '93, where the commonest men play most terrible parts.
Your statutes may crush but they cannot kill the patient sense of a natural right;
It may slowly move, but the People's will, like the ocean o'er Holland, is always in sight.

'It is not our fault!' say the rich ones. No; 'tis the fault of a system old and strong;
But men are the makers of systems: so, the cure will come if we own the wrong.
It will come in peace if the man-right lead; it will sweep in storm if it be denied:
The law to bring justice is always decreed; and on every hand are the warnings cried.
Take heed of your Progress! Its feet have trod on the souls it slew with its own pollutions;
Submission is good; but the order of God may flame the torch of the revolutions!
Beware with your Classes! Men are men, and a cry in the night is a fearful teacher;
When it reaches the hearts of the masses, then they need but a sword for a judge and preacher.
Take heed, for your Juggernaut pushes hard: God holds the doom that its day completes;
It will dawn like a fire when the track is barred by a barricade in the city streets.

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Night In The City

Standin at the airport lookin down the strip,
She was cryin her eyes, she was bitin her lip.
Seven-four-seven just left from gate eleven
And theres no turnin round cos its just leavin the ground
And gettin higher higher.
Standin at the dock-side lookin out to sea
When I saw her but she did not see me.
There she stood with no hope because shed missed the boat
And as her dreams sailed away she headed back for the day,
Back to the city city.
Night in the city, o-o-oh,
Madness at mid-mid-mid-midnight,
Night in the city drivin you insane.
In the city city
Night in the city, o-o-oh,
Madness at mid-mid-mid-midnight,
Night in the city drivin you insane.
I was runnin kinda lonely at the city place.
I waited for an hour, I never saw her face.
Crazy ladies that wait and slide around like a snake.
I just cant take anymore, Im going in through the door
Into the city city.
Ill get you, yes, Im gonna get you,
Ill get you, yes, Im gonna get you,
Ill get you, yes, Im gonna get you,
Ill get you, yes, Im gonna get you,
Ill get you, yes, Im gonna get you,
Ill get you, yes, Im gonna get you,
Drivin you insane.
Night in the city, o-o-oh,
Madness at mid-mid-mid-midnight,
Night in the city drivin you insane,
Drivin you insane,
Drivin you insane.

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Eva And Magaldi/Eva Beware Of The City

Eva: To think that a man as famous as you are
Could love a poor little nothing like me
I wanna be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires
Big Apple

Chorus: She wants to be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires
Big Apple

Che: Just listen to that
They're on to you Magaldi
I'd get out while you can

Eva: It's happened at last
I'm starting to get started
I'm moving out with my man

Magaldi: Now Eva don't get carried away

Eva: Monotony past suburbia departed
Who could ever be fond of the back of beyond

Magaldi: Don't hear words that I didn't say

Chorus: What's that
You'd desert the girl you love

Magaldi: The girl I love
What are you talking about

Juan: She really brightened up your out of town engagement

Chorus: She gave you all she had
She wasn't in your contract
You must be quite relieved that no one's told the papers
So far

Eva: I wanna be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires
Big Apple
Would I have done what I did
If I hadn't thought
If I hadn't known we would stay together

Juan: Seems to me there's no point in resisting
She's made up her mind you've no choice
Why don't you be the man who discovered her
You'll never be remembered for your voice

Magaldi: The city can be paradise for those who have the cash
The class and the connections what you need to make a splash
The likes of you get swept up in the morning with the trash
If you were rich or middle class

Eva: Screw the middle classes
I will never accept them
My father's other family were middle class
And we were kept out of sight hidden from view at his funeral

Juan: Do all your one night stands give you this trouble

Magaldi: Eva beware of the city
It's hungry and cold can't be controlled
It is mad
Those who are fools are swallowed up whole
And those who are not become what they should become
Changed
In short they go bad

Eva: Bad is good for me
I'm bored so clean and so ignored
I've only been predictable respectable
Birds fly out of here so why oh why oh why the Hell can't I
I only want variety of society
I wanna be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires
Big Apple

Chorus: She wants to be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires
Big Apple

Magaldi: Five years from now I shall come back
And finally say you have your way come to town
But you'll look at me with a foreigner's eyes
The magical city a younger girl's city a fantasy long since put down

Eva: All you've done to me
Was that a young girl's fantasy
I played your city games alright didn't I
I already know what cooks how the dirty city feels and looks
I tasted it last night didn't I
I'm gonna be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires
Big Apple

Chorus: She's gonna be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires
Big Apple

Magaldi: Eva beware your ambition
It's hungry and cold can't be controlled
Will run wild
This in a man is dangerous enough
But you are a woman not even a woman
Not very much more than a child
And whatever you say I'll not steal you away

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Living For The City

(stevie wonder)
Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
A boy is born in hardtime mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that aint so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong, movin in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city, yeah
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And youd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city
His sisters black, but she is sho nuff pretty
Her skirt is short, but lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school, shes got to get up early
Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city
Her brothers smart, hes got more sense than many
His patiences long, but soon he wont have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle, cause
Where he lives, they dont use coloured people
Living just enough, just enough for the city
Living just enough for the city

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Living For The City

A boy is born in hard time mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that aint so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha!
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And youd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city... yeah!
His sisters black but she is shonuff pretty
Her skirt is short but lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school shes got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum
Her brothers smart hes got more sense than many
His patiences long but soon he wont have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they dont use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Living just enough...
For the city... ooh, ooh
(repeat several times)
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of new york city
Hes almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him theres no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we dont change the world will soon be over
Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!!
La, la, la, la, la, la,
Da ba da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da
(repeat to end)

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Peace fot the Living People

A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white.
Again the heart cries.
I keep on knocking on the doors
and then return to blackness.

Sometimes people become insects.
Cockroaches, ants and spiders,
weaving their webs and hills,
crawling, creeping, clawing.
Flesh eaters. Pouncing upon hapless victims.

Depression. I am devastated.
Something churns in breast, dousing the spirit, lines and words.
Cannot sit quiet. Agoraphobia. Don’t want to talk
Somewhere a name crops up. Saint or beast.
Under the trees there is no shade. I walk barefoot.
Hungry dogs chasing the flies.
Humidity fills the eyes.

Silence of the night.
City has stopped running.
All the dead will speak now.
Not asking any revenge,
but peace for the living people.

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The City With Eyes

The city with eyes
Sees everything,
City with eyes
Hears everything
Feels everything

The city with eyes
Sees people living on the rough side of the streets
Sees people eating crumbs from the floor
Sees people with ripped clothes and no shoes
Watching other people wearing lubatones walking past
It cries not one but millions of tears
For them
Tears which touch every one
Which soaks everything
Rain, they call it.

The city with eyes
Watching
What has happened to my city?
It cries with sorrow
The city with eyes
Feels the sadness
Of those in need, sad, hurt, …
Watching what was happy
To what is sad know

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Zion, Or The City Of God

Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

See, the streams of living waters
Springing from eternal love
Well supply thy sons and daughters
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t'assuage
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age?

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.
Thus they march, the pillar leading,
Light by night and shade by day,
Daily on the manna feeding
Which He gives them when they pray.

Blest inhabitants of Zion,
Washed in the Redeemer's blood!
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,
Makes them kings and priests to God.
'Tis His love His people raises
Over self to reign as kings,
And as priests, His solemn praises
Each for a thank-offering brings.

Savior, if of Zion's city
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name.
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.

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The City

Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
Theres the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
til theyre shooting one another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set its a pity
Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
When I finally came
Theres some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty
Well they werent much different than we might act
If there was that many others that closely packed
Its an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Id like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in key west, florida, where I spend a little bit of time. this particular friend of mine ran a bar in key west for a
Time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. our mayors name is captain tony tarascino, has a little place called captain
S saloon where we wrote a little song called last mango in paris, not to be confused with that movie by a similar title.

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The City of the Dead XX

Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe.

I looked back, and the city appeared with its magnificent mosques and stately residences veiled by the smoke of the shops.

I commenced analyzing man's mission, but could conclude only that most of his life was identified with struggle and hardship. Then I tried not to ponder over what the sons of Adam had done, and centered my eyes on the field which is the throne of God's glory. In one secluded corner of the field I observed a burying ground surrounded by poplar trees.

There, between the city of the dead and the city of the living, I meditated. I thought of the eternal silence in the first and the endless sorrow in the second.

In the city of the living I found hope and despair; love and hatred, joy and sorrow, wealth and poverty, faith and infidelity.

In the city of the dead there is buried earth in earth that Nature converts, in the night's silence, into vegetation, and then into animal, and then into man. As my mind wandered in this fashion, I saw a procession moving slowly and reverently, accompanied by pieces of music that filled the sky with sad melody. It was an elaborate funeral. The dead was followed by the living who wept and lamented his going. As the cortege reached the place of interment the priests commenced praying and burning incense, and musicians blowing and plucking their instruments, mourning the departed. Then the leaders came forward one after the other and recited their eulogies with fine choice of words.

At last the multitude departed, leaving the dead resting in a most spacious and beautiful vault, expertly designed in stone and iron, and surrounded by the most expensively-entwined wreaths of flowers.

The farewell-bidders returned to the city and I remained, watching them from a distance and speaking softly to myself while the sun was descending to the horizon and Nature was making her many preparations for slumber.

Then I saw two men laboring under the weight of a wooden casket, and behind them a shabby-appearing woman carrying an infant on her arms. Following last was a dog who, with heartbreaking eyes, stared first at the woman and then at the casket.

It was a poor funeral. This guest of Death left to cold society a miserable wife and an infant to share her sorrows and a faithful dog whose heart knew of his companion's departure.

As they reached the burial place they deposited the casket into a ditch away from the tended shrubs and marble stones, and retreated after a few simple words to God. The dog made one last turn to look at his friend's grave as the small group disappeared behind the trees.

I looked at the city of the living and said to myself, "That place belongs to the few." Then I looked upon the trim city of the dead and said, "That place, too, belongs to the few. Oh Lord, where is the haven of all the people?"

As I said this, I looked toward the clouds, mingled with the sun's longest and most beautiful golden rays. And I heard a voice within me saying, "Over there!"

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The Sea in The City Where The Boat Sinks

in the sea of the city
the boat leaks and you are inside it
there is no fear
for inside you is a lifesaver

you swim to
the shore of your comfort zone
and take a look
finally at the boat
that sinks
gobbled by all the mouths
of the people
whose faces you cannot
recall anymore

they are
taking nothing from you
as you have none
to boast anyway

when you go home
you tell her about it

she says nothing
knowing you
from the very beginning of that
page of the novel
that you have written
which she has read
after your
wedding

the house is warm
and the air from the sea
begins to blow
the light in the room
is switched
off
and shadows
recently gone begin
to moan

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The City Without You...

The City without You …
Is a skeleton buried in the desert of time…
No songs, No lights
No people enjoying the nights…
No sea caressing the hair of the shore
No birds dancing in the air like before…
The palm trees are crying
Their sweetie dates are dying…
The City without You … is so ugly
Like a scene of a crime…

The City without You …
Is full of strangers, of ghosts, is not mine …
The Central park is empty
No flowers, No Grass, No water falls
No kids playing with the balls…
No couple walking together
No lover searching for another…
Abu Dhabi without you is really a sick city
Without you will never shine…

Wael Karameh
July 18,2008

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Heading For The City

All my friends packing up,
Loading up their Volvo's
And their pick up trucks
Going down the road,
To try their luck
So spin that dream,
Go heading for the city
Roll that dice,
Say a prayer,
Light a candle for me
When you get there,
Win or lose,
We're heading for the city
Well I got a problem hear what I say
They're telling me I got to move away
I was happy here,
They tell me I can't stay
Now whats screaming rain is heading this way
For those who sleep and choose to stay
The game they didn't know
They had to play
So win or lose
We're heading for the city
So roll that dice
Say a prayer
Light a candle for me
When you get there,
Win or lose,
We're heading for the city

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The City is Short Today

The city is short today
and it can’t be anymore
than just a few blocks wide today
and the city is grey today,
grey and cold
and the city is short today
the skyscrapers,
only a few inches tall now,
sway back and forth,
caught in the grasp of a
sharp, cutting wind,
the sky scrapers rankle me today
and the city is short today
and the people walk about today
like zombies,
tiny zombies,
their faces and clothes
lack any colour,
and they resemble ants,
they wait on the street corner,
waiting for a miniscule bus
to take them out of this
tiny city
and the city is short today,
and grey
and cold
and small,
so very small
and yet, it towers over me.

Copyright (C) MMIV (2004)

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Life Is For Living

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Music/ Lyrics: Pat Sefolosha
Lyrics
In this world there is so
Much anger
Our lives are in danger
We are all living in fears
Weve got to stop the tears
Life is for living
Why must we wait
We all need some loving
Then why do we hate?
In South Africa things are
Still the same
The face of humanity still
Hasnt changed
People have to fight to live together
And share with one another
Chorus:
We can change this to be
A better place for all
If we listen to others when they call
Give a shoulder to lean on
When they fall
Let us bring down the
Apartheid wall
Innocent people pay with their lives
Cause the truth it cuts like a knife
Mandelas life is wasted in jail
Raise your voices for freedom
Chorus
Woza Mandela
Sibizi gama lakho
Woza Mandela

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In The City

As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
As the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
Until they're shooting one another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it's a pity
Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city
When I finally came
There's some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty
Well they weren't much different than we might act
If there was that many others that closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city

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Hot In The City

Stranger, stranger, stranger, stranger
Its hot here at night, lonely, black and quiet
On a hot summer night
Dont be afraid of the world we made
On a hot summer night
cause when a long-legged lovely walks by
Yeah you can see the look in her eye
Then you know that its
{refrain}
Hot in the city, hot in the city tonight, tonight
Hot in the city, hot in the city tonight, tonight
Stranger, stranger
For all the dreams and schemes,
People are as they seem
On a hot summer night
Dont be no fun, dont forget youre young
On a hot summer night
A sometime someone youre not
Dont wait to see what you got
cause you know that youre
{refrain}
Well walk until my feet drop
Im a train when Im hateful
Yeah, lay right down now
And ride until your head breaks
Im a-walkin til my brain pops
I will move with the beat now
Im a chain round an a-bomb
Im a ribbon in the heat now
New york!
{refrain, repeat to fade}

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