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from Slovo - Nommo (2004)
23 degrees off kilter
Spinning with my cup of tea
Grey skies, sleepy eyes as usual
Morning paper says I'm free
Late again no time to witness
Spring flowers dance on this cold wind
Peeling poster sex reminds me
Why pierced tongue ticket man, just grinned
This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child
Cold cash comfort from my pocket
Lights Eastern European eyes
See little grace in god's behaviour
But for the grace of me go I
Clocking in while Mr new tie
Tells me things about his wife
Morning coffee three new e-mails
Still waiting for the fax, of life
This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child
I want to see you
I want to feel you
Not the image of you that this journey's projecting
I want to see you
I want to feel you
Not the Image of you that this journey's projecting
Not the shadow of you solitude is protecting
This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child
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from Slovo - Nommo (2004)
Seas are dry
Catfish fly
The sun spins 'round the earth
And the way we're living is the only way
Weebles fall
Thai dry chillies cool
The earth spins 'round the moon
And the way we're living is the only way
We'll close our eyes
Recite our daily lies
Get high, so high
We'll self lobotomise
Smart bombs tease
Riot police say please
Numbers sanctify our actions
And the way we're living is the only way
We'll close our eyes
Recite our daily lies
Get high, so high
We'll self lobotomise
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from Slovo - Nommo (2004)
Come Down
It's raining and it's morning
My tinitus is singing
And my beat body's yawning
Night Bus
Is nowhere to be seen
and a grinning man strolls up wearing his street cleaning green
he says
Sister
My name is Malcolm
I came from a place near Inverness
To seek my fortune and some wisdom
I found then once over a moonlit sea
And I found them again in the eyes of people like me
I believe in me
I believe in you
Look at all of us
Think of all that we could do
Fares Please
Steamed up windows on the bus
A man with a can takes years of anger out on all of us
See Him
Says a woman next to me
He's hurting in his heart so much he's blind to all that I can see
I believe in me
I believe in you
Look at all of us
Think of all that we could do
Front door - now the self - righteous birds decide to sing
Hazy head thumping neighbours bumping morning traffic din
Claim me, you who know me best
Save me from the same tomorrow
Put the brakes on this room
Make the birds sing in tune
With my dreams that I am truly blessed'
I am truly blessed.
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from Slovo - Nommo (2004)
I think I should go now
I must leave before my red eyes match the sunrise
No more coffee will put off today
I've stood too long
In the shadow of a doubt
I need some sun
It seems that time returns to me once more
But I have less now than before
And when I feel my world falling down
I think of you
I think of you
And when I feel I can breath no more
you speak to me
you speak to me
When the brightest star
Smiled as it squared shoulders with the night
You lit the glowing embers of my own light
Do you know
Your words could drag the moon down from the sky
Seduce my frozen heart with your war cry
You really made me listen for my voice
And I heard millions
And when I feel my world falling down
I think of you
I think of you
And when I feel I can breath no more
you speak to me
you speak to me
When you fell
I saw your visionary thoughts befriend your blood
Crimson lovers drowning in the same flood
I miss the beauty of your young black skin
I thought that freedom
Can only be defined as endless choice
And I only listened to the logic of the loudest voice
But this world
Will be shaken by a whisper
But this world
Will be shaken by a whisper
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from Slovo - Nommo (2004)
Wear your Sunday best
See your shoes are shined ' right
Check the stage is set
For another clean ' fight
And you laugh
And you sing
and pray
You'll be understood
Some other working day.
When the house is lit
When the strangers leave
When the only sound
Is the air you breath
When the morning train
Brings another day
And an old refrain
Slowly fades away
When the tired streets
Are your lonely host
And the only guests
Are the other ghosts
When your mind is still
When your pulse is slow
When your thoughts return
To all you long to know
Who are you?
In a shifting sky
On a sleepless night
In the silent truce
Of a lovers' fight
In a moment freed
In a stolen glance
In forbidden steps
To a secret dance
In a knowing look
From a covered face
In a holy book
In a sacred place
In a final bow
In a virgin kiss
In the dying breath
Of a moments bliss
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