Biko
September '77
Port elizabeth - sonnenschein
In sechs-eins-neun endlich ruhe
Nur ein stuhl ging aus dem leim
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Du loescht gerade noch eine kerze
Doch nicht ein grosses feuer
Springt die flamme einaml ueber
Treibt der wind sie immer hoeher
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Die lange nacht ist viel zu heiss
Ich traeum nur noch in rot
Die welt da draussen ist schwarz-weiss
Nur eine farbe tot
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
- er ist tot
Und alle, alle seh'n euch jetzt
Seh'n euch jetzt seh'n euch jetzt
Sie sind da
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Biko
September 77
Port elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Hiromija, hiromija
The man is dead, the man is dead
When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Hiromija, hiromija
The man is dead, the man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can never blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Oh biko, biko, because biko
Hiromija, hiromija
The man is dead, the man is dead
And the eyes of the world are watching you now
Theyre watching you now, watching you now
Watching you now, watching you now
Theyre watching you now
You gotta waken up, you gotta face up
I think you gotta open up
The eyes of the world are watching you now
You gotta waken up, you gotta face up
You know you can never turn away
Never turn away
Words and music : peter gabriel reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Biko
Biko
What a funny cat you are
Biko
You love when somebody rub your tummy
With their hands
poem by Aldo Kraas
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You cannot keep a man down without staying down with him.
quote by Steve Biko
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Black man, you are on your own.
quote by Steven Biko
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The most potent weapon of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.
quote by Steven Biko
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It becomes more necessary to see the truth as it is if you realize that the only vehicle for change are these people who have lost their personality.
quote by Steven Biko
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In time, we shall be in a position to bestow on South Africa the greatest possible gift - a more human face.
quote by Steven Biko
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Merely by describing yourself as black you have started on a road towards emancipation, you have committed yourself to fight against all forces that seek to use your blackness as a stamp that marks you out as a subservient being.
quote by Steven Biko
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Being black is not a matter of pigmentation - being black is a reflection of a mental attitude.
quote by Steven Biko
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You are either alive and proud or you are dead, and when you are dead, you can't care anyway.
quote by Steven Biko
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Black Consciousness is an attitude of the mind and a way of life, the most positive call to emanate from the black world for a long time.
quote by Steven Biko
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The basic tenet of black consciousness is that the black man must reject all value systems that seek to make him a foreigner in the country of his birth and reduce his basic human dignity.
quote by Steven Biko
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So as a prelude whites must be made to realise that they are only human, not superior. Same with Blacks. They must be made to realise that they are also human, not inferior.
quote by Steven Biko
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The night of mine (Nafaka)
like a pale cracking shadow of the Moon, my night
like a thought of an infinity below a starlit arch, my night
like a murmur of distant lonely silences, my night
like a breathing dying out under the pillow of pain, my night
like an evening star trown into a well, my night
like an abyss of heigths being silenced by the bottom, my night
like shivering of hours at the edge of the knife, my night
like windy wings in unspreadness, my night
like a whisper cut off from the quivering lips, my night
like fingers weaving the webs of the reveiled, my night
like a dawn of darkness, my night
kao blijedilo iskricave sjenke Mjeseca
noc moja
kao misao beskraja pod zvjezdanim svodom
noc moja
kao vreva dalekih usamljenih tisina
noc moja
ko minulo disanje pod jastukom od bola
noc moja
kao vecernja zvijezda spustena u bunare
noc moja
kao sunovrat u visine sto ih cuti dno
noc moja
kao treperenje sati na ostrici noza
noc moja
kao klepet leprsavih krila u nesklopljenosti
noc moja
kao sapat otkinut sa uzdrhtalih usana
noc moja
kao prsti koji pletu mreze razotkrivenosti
noc moja
kao svitanje tmine
noc moja
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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From My Perspective
From my perspective
I believe that Tupac Shakur was a victim of racism
So as Nelson Mandela, who fought through courage towards the bright light
Tupac was not just a rapper who stood up for young Black males
But an icon to me, a prophet and a voice of Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
And all the unmentioned prophets
There are many examples of such prophets, the other one Is Biko
He is the hero of me, although we still fight the battle within the minds black
Away from the now foreseen ‘Tribal racism’
I remember the time they released Mandela from jail
I was eight years old,
That was a good day for me.
I also remember the time they assassinated Chris Hani
It was just after my birthday, April the 9th
That was a sad day for me
Although all the true stories are never told
My perceptive forever hold
Your perspectives forever hold
After all, this is Africa the truth here is served dead and cold
poem by Sicelo Sithole
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The Shadows of Stephen
You can run alongside but he's out of your hands
He stumbles in the sad and stony road
He has the bible but they have the land
You can touch his side as the slickness of sky
Sends its twisted messages among you
And can you hear your windy cry, that plea
For release against the soldiers of the creed
Of the still-born revolution, hateful energy
On which your authorities feed?
Pray as you may, on your Sabbath of decay
That he will live among the poorly-fed
To be rumoured and remembered
In the dark and centurion years ahead
Write poems for the beauty of his skin
Washed in the blood of your love for him
For which you will be exiles, and pray
He will not drive in limousines
His words will be obscenity
If men are still obscene
They mock his blackness harder than his dreams
Hear his song conciliation, see his eyes
They bind him with passivity, they ride
Beside him through the throng
His hands are open now in theirs'.
Soon they will be shattering his palms.
In the shadows of Stephen
Men will take to arms.
For Stephen Biko
December 1977
poem by Frank Bana
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Schnappschuss
Die kameras sind schon lange hier
Reporter stehen spalier
Heute ist es anders
Heute nicht wie sonst
Heute mach ich es endlich
Den schnappschuss in das licht
Schnappschuss in das licht
- ich ziele in das licht
Vier strassen noch braucht der zug
Den fahrer blendet die sonne
Gewehr hinterm fensterkreuz
Keiner sieht's in der kolonne
Drei strassen noch, die kreuzung ist frei
Jetzt faengt der jubel an
Du hoerst im radio
Was dieser mann alles kann
Ich - zeig es euch jetzt
Ich - zeig es euch jetzt
Ihr glotzt nur auf die scheibe
Nummer fuer die datenbank
Einen schuss brenn ich euch in den kopf
Lerr, ausgetraeumt und krank
Nur ich, ich l e b e
Sie kommen um die ecke
Motorradschutz ganz vorn
Ich wisch den schweiss von der stirn
- von unten gebruell
- ich werde ganz still
Im andern wagen faehrt der gouverneur
Doch ihn hab ich nicht im visier
Du bist - held des tages
Stolz im cadillac
"du bist nicht zum hassen
- eigentlich ganz egal
Wir brauchen uns beide
- perfekte wahl
Ich will liebe von allen
Wie bei dir soll es sein
Was du nicht kriegst musst du holen
Und ich hol dich jetzt ein."
Atem stoppt
Abzug springt
Und die
Kugel durch den lauf
Diese stille - was kann ich dafuer?
Einsamer junge hinter der tuer
Die freunde sind alle weg
Da ist mein spielzeuggewehr
Wo seid ihr - mama und papa
Ihr redet nicht mehr
Ich werd trauriger jahr fuer jahr
Schaut mich an -
- ich ziele in das licht
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Schnappschuss (Ein Familienfoto)
Die kameras sind schon lange hier
Reporter stehen spalier
Heute ist es anders
Heute nicht wie sonst
Heute mach ich es endlich
Den schnappschuss in das licht
Schnappschuss in das licht
- ich ziele in das licht
Vier strassen noch braucht der zug
Den fahrer blendet die sonne
Gewehr hinterm fensterkreuz
Keiner siehts in der kolonne
Drei strassen noch, die kreuzung ist frei
Jetzt faengt der jubel an
Du hoerst Im radio
Was dieser mann alles kann
Ich - zeig es euch jetzt
Ich - zeig es euch jetzt
Ihr glotzt nur auf die scheibe
Nummer fuer die datenbank
Einen schuss brenn ich euch in den kopf
Lerr, ausgetraeumt und krank
Nur ich, ich l e b e
Sie kommen um die ecke
Motorradschutz ganz vorn
Ich wisch den schweiss von der stirn
- von unten gebruell
- ich werde ganz still
Im andern wagen faehrt der gouverneur
Doch ihn hab ich nicht Im visier
Du bist - held des tages
Stolz Im cadillac
"du bist nicht zum hassen
- eigentlich ganz egal
Wir brauchen uns beide
- perfekte wahl
Ich will liebe von allen
Wie bei dir soll es sein
Was du nicht kriegst musst du holen
Und ich hol dich jetzt ein."
Atem stoppt
Abzug springt
Und die
Kugel durch den lauf
Diese stille - was kann ich dafuer?
Einsamer junge hinter der tuer
Die freunde sind alle weg
Da ist mein spielzeuggewehr
Wo seid ihr - mama und papa
Ihr redet nicht mehr
Ich werd trauriger jahr fuer jahr
Schaut mich an -
- ich ziele in das licht
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mal Sacate
Mr. money man, I know youve had your way
And I know the way youre winning
And that bloody hand youre holding
Aint no bargain at the price you had to pay
You have stolen all the land that you can steal
And you killed so many heroes
But the dreams they left behind them
Aint as easy as a man to blow away
Chorus:
And they say, el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema
And los mexicanos dicen, cosa mala nunca muere
Dont you know ?
The fire dont burn a bad weed boy
And a bad thing never dies
Like the bad weeds growing wild around
The broken wounded body of el salvador
They killed so many heroes
Like zapata (presente!) and fonseca (presente!)
And sandino (presente!) and guevarra (presente!)
And allende (presente!) and aquino (presente!)
And steve biko (presente!)
But they can never kill the human spirit
Not in nicaragua !
Chorus:
And they say, el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema
And los mexicanos dicen, cosa mala nunca muere
Dont you know ?
Aiiiiiaiiiaiiiiii nicaragua !
Aiiiiiaiiiaiiiiii sandinista !
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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I Have A Dream Of An Africa
I have a dream of an Africa
A united Africa!
Self sustaining and self reliant
Able to produce
Anything out of nothing
And trade within her-self
And with the world at large
A proud Africa
Of a civilizing people
Like our Egyptian, and
Olmec ancestors…
I dream of an Africa that
Patrice Lumumba died for
Kwame Nkrumah stood up for
Nelson Mandela paid dearly for
An Africa of Haile Selasie I
An Africa of GIANTS
Where men are great, proud and dignified
An Africa of Cleopatra, Maqeda, Nzingha and Nyamazana
An Africa without genocide, starvation, or disease
An Africa, without dictators!
A free Africa
Taking on the driver’s seat
Teaching without enslaving-
To show the world it’s possible!
No refugees because
All the Children belong!
An Africa, a Mother Land
Where an elephant
Feeds from the Elephant Tree
And the gorilla roams free
And the lion goes to hunt
If he wants
Because God loved him to!
An Africa that
Bhambatha (ka Mancinza)
Sobukwe (Robert)
Fanon (Frantz)
Biko (Steve)
X (Malcolm)
Garvey (Marcus)
And Douglas (Frederick)
Would look at and smile about
I have a dream of an Africa
But from this one, I shall not wake
Because I dream standing up
My eyes looking out
My arms open wide
To the ones, mad enough, to dream the same-
poem by LLM Mbatha
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