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Viewing Lyrics for Diamonds Of Anger:
| | | Artist: | Small Fred |
| | Album: | I Will Stand Fast | | Track: | Diamonds Of Anger | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 1 |
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| | | Lyrics: | The boy rolls the hoop past the barricade
Pushing it fast with a stick that he made from a
coathanger
The hoop is a wheel of rusted steel from a junkyard bicycle
The girl on the
corner plays the guitar
It's a petrol can with strings of wire
She sings a song from the
tribal days
But the words are new -- she sings "amandla."
Blond surfers on white
sandy beaches
Wait for the perfect wave
The sky has no clouds at sunset they go
home
The signs say no dogs or natives allowed
Nervous white boys in combat gear
Speed
through the township in armored trucks
People scatter but the soldiers run them down
Kick
them until blood runs from their mouths
Crossroads
We are diamonds of anger we are
brilliant gold
Every blow makes us stronger the chain cannot hold
We are rocks against
tear gas we are songs against guns
We are life against terror we have already
won.
The old woman waits for the broken down bus
To take her from this shantytown of
tin and paper
No toilet no running water
The street is already hot
She rides to the
white homes of Johannesburg
To mop the kitchen tile polish the silver
Wipe the babies'
bottoms she must leave by nightfall.
Sixteen on trial for plotting
revolution
Charged with singing songs of freedom
Or being present when these songs were
sung
Or writing pamphlets or speaking at meetings
Botha tells the whites what they want to
hear
The only votes he needs are theirs
Crazed with their backs to the sea
Drunk with
the fear of retribution.
Crossroads
We are diamonds of anger we are brilliant
gold
Every blow makes us stronger the chain cannot hold
We are rocks against tear gas we
are songs against guns
We are life against terror we have already won.
Black babies
white babies still reach for each other
Fingers stretching from a passing pram
Eyes amazed
and smiling through doors and broken windows
Straining to touch
Behind the silence
of Pollsmoor Prison
Nelson Mandela reads the international press
Receives foreign
visitors
The chief in exile, the lion at bay
Give up violence say the key-jangling
jackals
He answers let those who shoot my people
Beat with whips torture with
electrodes
Let these renounce violence and I will walk free.
Teenagers born since he
was imprisoned
Hear his voice though they have never seen him
Feel the tremor of righteous
fury
A vision burning a tidal wave coming
New leaders born in the schoolyards and
churches
Forged in the mines singing at funerals
Turning to block the blow as it's
falling
Seizing the whiphand standing rejoicing
Crossroads
We are diamonds of
anger we are brilliant gold
Every blow makes us stronger the chain cannot hold
We are
rocks against tear gas we are songs against guns
We are life against terror we have already
won.
We are life against terror we have already won | | | |
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