The secret mine
Very long ago
when the world was still young
skilled miners and metal smiths
as members of the Lala tribe
lived in the valley
next to the Tugela river
and at night
their smelting ovens glowed red
while they were smelting
and casting metal.
With their arrival in the Tugela valley
the Zulus left these people unhindered
as they had valuable skills
and they supplied the Zulus
with iron hoes, spears and war axes
and as duty
also provided beautiful silver armbands
in different designs
from a secret silver mine.
When Shaka became ruler
of the whole Zululand
he gave these armbands
as a great token of honour
to his best, most brave
and most highly regarded followers
but then some of notables
got a obscure skin disease
whereupon the witchdoctors
were called in.
The sangomas accused the miners
of treason
and said that they were descendants
of the Karinga tribe
who the Zulus defeated at the Zimbabwe ruins
and that they are taking retaliation
and are bewitching them with the armbands
and are poisoning
the leaders of the Zulu nation.
Shaka then gathered in
every armband that he could
and with the next delivery
that the Lala people made,
they were tortured
to tell the whereabouts
of the secret silver mine.
Then a whole regiment was sent
with al the armbands to the mine
and every member of the Lala people
were gathered there
and were murdered to the last child
and thrown on top of the armbands
into the mining pits
to let spirits guard
that prohibited mine,
but there are still
a few of those armbands left
and fortune hunters
in the Tugela valley are seeking
for the ruins of that secret mine.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A host of people came south
According to tradition
at the beginning
of the seventeenth century
the tribes of Zulu, Xhosa,
Swazi and Pondo people
who have a related language
and similar culture
and now live in Southern Africa,
migrated from the north
from a legendary place
they call eMbo
somewhere at the great lakes
in central Africa.
As part of a large group
under command of chief Dlamini
the vanguard under chief Nguni
went ahead and discovered
the rivers and hills of Zululand
splitting away from the host
where they killed the local Bushmen hunters
and a metal working offshoot
of the Karimba tribe
and to them these other people
is nothing more than phantoms
spooking in the cliffs,
the caves and in the reeds
near to the river.
Then the followers of Nguni
divided up into different clans
search for the best valley to settle.
One of these people
was a man named Malandela
and they settled near to a river
that they called the forceful one,
building beehive huts
and on Malandela’s death
his two sons divided
the followers and possessions
between the two of them.
The younger son was named Zulu
which means heaven
and he went with his mother
and followers
to find a place of his own
near a basin in hills
at the Mkhumbane river
and his people planted
a euphorbia tree over his grave
and from then on referred to it
as the place of the great chief
and all the earlier chiefs
except Shaka are buried
in that valley.
Believing that their spirits
and that of Shaka haunts this place
the Zulu army before battle
went to this valley
to pray at ancestral graves
and thundering out the salute:
“Because of us, war.”
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dark Globe
Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone
you promised the stone from your heart.
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down
treading the sand
please.
Please lift a hand
I'm only a person
whose armbands beat
on his hands
song performed by by Placebo from Reinventing The Steel
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Love Song
This is the lovesong for you,
This is the lovesong for you,
I wanna be by your side,
course I dick your sweet wibe,
This is the lovesong for you,
Oh why dove song for you,
I wanna fly by your side,
I cross the blue sinds, sinds sky.
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala.
I put my hand in my pocketer,
all i can find, was this love song for you.
I put my hand in my pocketer,
an hingarde dine just this lovesong for you.
This is the lovesong for you,
This is the lovesong for you,
I wanna be by your side,
course I dick your sweet wibe.
This is the lovessong for you,
will arde lovesong o can do,
this everyday thinks couse I find,
Ive got a lovesong o my mind,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala.
Pause:
Ende:
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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I've Found The Secret
I've found the secret.
It's not hidden anymore.
But I must hide it
like it was before.
It needs to be hidden.
For it is forbidden.
I know the secret.
But I'll keep it still.
I must never divulge it.
It must never spill
into the mind of anyone
to let their peace come undone.
I hate the secret
for it ruins my sleep.
But the secret is mine,
mine to keep.
The secret I know
can be yours.
If you find it
it will open all doors.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Silver
Silver is a wonderful element,
A fierce wonder, much honoured;
And its help is great, forever,
And forever. I give in to silver.
For silver I take the number of days
To be many for the occupation of mine.
The silvered men and women
Are never the forgotten people;
So choose silver, and wise are you.
Silver is the best metal
Too hard to possess.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Where's The Silver?
Colors, colors everywhere
Colors all around
Reds and purples and blues are there
But silver can't be found
I look around, and now I've found some yellows and some greens
I look until my eyes are sore, but silver can't be seen
I look unto the vibrant clouds, but there's no silver lining
Where is all the silver that the miners should be mining?
There are no silver bells a'ringing
The silver songbirds are not singing
The orange sun hangs in the air, but I can't find silver anywhere
I look for hours, look for days, look for silver anyplace
But there always seems to be another color in it's place
I've given up this useless search
There is no silver left to find
I dropp my head and start to cry
When out of my pocket falls a silver dime
poem by Tyler Mason
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The Moon Flower
I know a valley- through its solitude
A brown road winds towards a mountain crest;
There gnarly ti-trees dripping sweetness rest,
And grasses bend, too heavily bedowed.
In that still valley by the still lagoon,
A ruined homestead for her secret shrine,
Dwells Beauty's self, half-earthly, half-devine-
Thrilling, I saw her waken to the moon.
In peaks of emerald the cactus crept,
And there o'er rafters falling to decay,
A miracle of flowers, spray on spray,
Burst into perfect life while nature slept.
First a slim silver riband from the sky
Uncurled green fronds from each imprisoned bud,
Then, one by one, bathed in the beaming flood,
Like ghost-notes in a spirit litany.
They blossomed out before my eyes,
Great chalices of snow filled up with light;
Set in the mystic radiance of night
They seemed a vision from immortal skies.
Hidden in shadow near the still lagoon
Nightly I worship at a secret shrine,
There on a ruin- lily-white, devine,
Is beauty lying naked to the moon!
poem by Lala Fisher
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Paddling My Own Canoe
I need somebody to pick up the phone,
I'm in such pain and suffering alone,
It's an s.o.s. from across the pond,
Don't think about answering, just respond.
I feel cast adrift with no sign of land,
'Neath ripcurls of sadness, at their command,
So launch the lifeboat with skipper and crew,
For in such a tempest, armbands won't do.
I've tried my damnest to weather this storm,
Pursuing this dream in it's contorted form,
Hauling around some dutibound anchor,
Swallowing whole my internal rancor.
But rescue's not llikely, it's sink or swim,
Sorry to tell you, the forecast is grim.
poem by Greg Costello
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Shaka The Zulu
Here he comes with his muscular
body, in his hands lay the symbol
of Africa the symbol that have sent
many great warriors six feet beneath.
The sound of his voice bring silence
among the bird of the sky.
Shaka the son of Zulu he believe that he
is a true son of Africa.In the battle field
with the great symbol of Africa in his hands
he believe that nobody can defeat him, his
peer believe that he is a god among the
living creature.
Shaka the Zulu he believe in the black power
with iron hands he rule the people of Zulu with
the help of the witch doctors he conquer the
Africa.The name Shaka bring fear in the camp
of the white.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Valley
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking --
All containing --
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones.
In the long red, red valley people live here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Some bad people living further down the valley,
Not easy for us to do good trade.
We got snowmelt, snowmelt sweet water.
They got that valley road that they made.
In the long red, red valley people dying here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Holding hands on the hillside.
Showing love to your brother --
Your sister and your mother --
But we hate those people down the valley.
Has anybody seen moses?
Get him off that mountain.
Bring back the tablets of stone.
Its a wise, wise prophet who keeps his own council.
Yeah, leave the other mans wife alone.
In the long red, red valley people live here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking --
All containing --
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones.
In the long red, red valley people living here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only live the valley song.
In the long red, red valley people dying here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only know the valley song.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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It Is Mine
There is a boat on the river and it is mine,
There is a tree in your valley and it is mine,
There is a seed inside you and it is mine,
So do not lift up your heart with pride if you are not mine;
Because we are like the thistle and the cedar in the bush,
And i really love whom my heart meets.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On A Night Where Stars Flamed
On a night where stars flamed,
blood were pulsating between us,
your lips met mine
while the moon hanged bewitching silver,
while you fingers twisted through mine
and everything in our lives
were for a time
beautiful and right.
poem by Gert Strydom
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If This World Was Mine
If this world were mine, I would stop people from killing each other.
I would give money to the poor.
If this world were mine, I would stop people from selling drugs to little kids.
If this world were mine, I would make sure that kids would go to school.
I would make sure there was enough food to eat.
If this world were mine, I would stop the war.
If this world were mine, I would make sure fathers paid child support.
If this world were mine, I would try to make this world a better place to live in.
If this world were mine, I would stop people from drinking and driving.
If this world were mine, we would all love each other as one.
poem by Bryson Garrett
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O Sky, My Blue Sky
O sky, my blue sky-
O earth my green earth!
The new light has
Filled me with mirth!
Trulalala, trulala, la, la, lala, la....
O sky, my dear sky,
O bird take me in the high.
I want to sing the song of life,
Along with the cloud wanna fly.
Trulalala, trulala, la, la, lala, la....
Clouds will be soon my horse,
I'll ride on its back, just see.
Air will dance around playing the,
music of merriment beside me!
Trulalala, trulala, la, lala, la.....
O sky, my pal sky-
Wish to throw all my pain.
Drip the ray of happiness,
In this world, shower the golden rain!
Trulalala, trulala, la, lala, la....
poem by Nilakshi Das
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The Package
Clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Smile and drop the cliche
'Till you think I'm listening
I take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
Peripheral on the package
Don't care to settle in
Time to feed the monster
I don't need another friend
Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin
Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get just what I need
Lie to get what I crave
Lie and smile to get what's mine
Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I'll take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I'm craving
Lie and smile to get what's mine
Give this to me
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I crave
Lie to smile and get what's mine
Give this to me
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Give this to me
Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine...
Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's mine,
This is mine, mine, mine, not mine
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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These words are mine
These words are mine
They are well refined
Very sweet than wine
These words are mine
Listen to them
And you will be fine
They are purified
Purer than water
They are valuable
Valuable than silver
Very presious
They are forever
These words are mine
Hope you accept them
And you will shine
poem by Matt Ancient
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This Heart Of Mine
This heart of mine is made of silver
This heart of mine is made of gold
It will shine like a candle
When your world is dark and cold
This heart of mine is made of timber
This heart of mine is made of stone
Like a bridge across the mountain
When you're walkin' all alone
When you're walkin' all alone
This heart of mine is made of iron
This heart of mine is made of steel
It won't turn toward another
When the wind is on the heal
When the wind is on the heal
This heart of mine is made of silver
This heart of mine is made of gold
It will shine like a candle
When your world is dark and cold
When your world is dark and cold
When your world is dark and cold
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Murhaaja Soittaa Pasuunaa
Ilta on tummuva
Merkit on taivaalla
Tysikuu thy
On hyv ilta, on hyv s
Ja murhaaja on kuin
Siperialainen painija
Kolmatta metri
Toista sataa kiloa
Ja hn valmistautuu huolella
Ja y on hnen puolellaan
Ja puolellaan on neitoset
Hurmaavimmillaan saavat mestarin mihin vaan
Ne naisensa on naiset
Tuossa kylpyammeessa
Jossa keskell mestari istuu, Havana-sikaaria
Tuprauttaa ja puhaltaa pasuunaa
Neitokaiset aploodeeraa
Ja laulaa:
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Murhaaja soittaa pasuunaa
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Hetken ja neidot uinahtaa
Nukkukaa pienokaiset nukkukaa
Mestari teidt kert saa
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Murhaaja pasuunaa puhaltaa
Hikisess huoneessa svelet saa
Taivaalta
Ilta on tummuva
Merkit on taivaalla
Tysikuu thy
On hyv ilta, on hyv s
Ja me kuin pttmt kanat
Kymme tll
Petollisen jrven
Peittmll jll
Ja hnen kuin suden
Kyvn luulen
Kaupungin yss
Pesuhuoneesta soiton kuulen
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Siell murhaaja soittaa pasuunaa
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Hetken ja neidot uinahtaa
Nukkukaa pienokaiset nukkukaa
Mestari teidt kert saa
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Murhaaja pasuunaa puhaltaa
Hikisess huoneessa svelet saa
Taivaalta
Aaa-aa-aah
Aaa-aa-aah
Aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaaah!
Ja naisensa on naiset
Tuossa kylpyammeessa
Jossa keskell mestari istuu, Havana-sikaaria
Tuprauttaa ja puhaltaa pasuunaa
Neitokaiset aploodeeraa
Ja laulaa:
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Murhaaja soittaa pasuunaa
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Hetken ja neidot uinahtaa
Nukkukaa pienokaiset nukkukaa
Mestari teidt kert saa
Laa lala lala laa lala laa
Murhaaja pasuunaa puhaltaa
Hikisess huoneessa svelet saa
Taivaalta
Aaa-aa-aah
Aaa-aa-aah
Aaa-aa-aa-aa-aaa
song performed by by YUP
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Night Rally
I would send out for assistance but theres someone on the signal wire
And the corporation logo is flashing on and off in the sky
Theyre putting all your names in the forbidden book
I know what theyre doing but I dont want to look
You think theyre so dumb, you think theyre so funny
Wait until theyve got you running to the
Night rally, night rally, night rally
Everybodys singing with their hand on their heart
About deeds done in the darkest hours
Thats just the sort of catchy little melody
To get you singing in the showers
Oh, I know that Im ungrateful
Ive got it lying on a plate
And Im not buying my share of souvenirs
You can stand to attention
You can pray to your uncle
Only get that chicken out of here
Everyone gets armbands and 3-d glasses
Some are in the back room
And theyre taking those night classes
You think theyre so dumb, you think theyre so funny
Wait until theyve got you running to the
Night rally, night rally, night rally
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The battle of Isandhlwana
Shaded by a wild fig tree
where the Tugela river enters the ocean
representatives of British queen Victoria
demanded that the Zulus give up
their independence.
The Zulu king Cetshwayo
would never again send his impi
into battle against the Boer farmers,
but the British his impi would spear
and bash to death
and he ordered
his general Nishingwayo KaMahole Khoza
to halt the British invaders.
The Zulu commander remembered the battle
at Blood River well
where four hundred and seventy
Boer farmers fought
from behind their wagons
which they had drawn against each other
to form a almost impenetrable laagered fort
where only three Boer farmers were injured,
using flint lock rifles
three thousand of his warriors were killed,
and thousands more injured
and he knew that the Zulu faced there
an enemy trained through several generations
waging war against fierce men and cruel beasts
in harsh circumstances
making them marksmen and exceptional horsemen
believing in a almighty God
with whom they made a covenant
while asking for His help
and some warriors reported
spirits aiding the Boer fighters there,
but maybe that was as superstitions go.
These British soldiers
wore red and white costumes
as if going to a festival,
didn’t look rugged at all
and even under the fig tree
they were red from sunburn
and although they probably
prayed to the same god
as the Boer farmers
his translators told him
that they didn’t look so devoted
and talked about a empire
and the power of their new guns
having come for a adventure
and he decided to give them one.
Nishingwayo looked
the British through thoroughly
saw Lord Chelmsford moving
his men over the Buffalo river
to Isandhlwana Hill
where the country deceivingly looked
open and stretched out
and at the foot of the hill
the British set up their camp.
Very cleverly the Zulu commander
sneaked his impi armed with assegais
and clubs,
carrying leather shields
into the narrow valley
running up to the hill
and then he send
a small force
to draw the British out
of their camp
to follow it in vain.
The witchdoctors warned
the Zulu commander
against a attack,
but a scouting patrol of the British
by chance encountered
the front Zulu position.
Ignoring his spiritual advisors
Nishingwayo got his impi
into war formation
forming up like a storming Buffalo bull
into a chest and two horns
on the confused British camp.
Lord Chelmsford and his men believed
that the battle formation
of the square
could withstand any attack,
with their Martini-Henri rifles
but at Isandhlwana that square broke,
shattered under attack
from thousands of Zulus
who with shining spears and clubs
rushed in like a huge thunderbolt
screaming their ear splitting battle cries:
Ngathi impi and Abatagati
sounding like thunder
from thousands of voices
and swarm upon swarm
of spears filled the sky
making the sun disappear
and the Zulu war formation
annihilated the British
closing in
like a tremendous crashing wave
sweeping all resistance away.
Stabbing, slicing, bashing
that great impi went right through
the British defenders
sparing none at Isandlwana
and marched away
heavy laden with booty
with some warriors
helping the wounded along
still singing their battle songs
and only two regiments
under Dabulamanzi pursued
the retreating survivors
to Rorke’s drift mission station
which was only
but a side show
of that great battle
which the British lost.
[References: Impi= Zulu army. Assegai = spear. At Isandlwana 1329 British soldiers were killed and eleven soldiers were honoured as heroes at Rorke’s Drift with Victoria Crosses. Ngathi impi=> “Because of us, war” Abatagati=> “Kill the magicians.” The Great Boer War by Arthur Conan Doyle (comments on the excellence as marksmen, horsemen and on the dedication of the Boer farmers as to patriotism and religion.) The word Boer is both Dutch and Afrikaans for farmer.]
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