Liedjies

LYRICS FOR SONGS FROM HORISON ALBUM

Heading for my Homeground – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 1]

CHORUS
In another kind of coming home from a different kind of journey
I once thought my strength would never end, but I’m tired now of learning

VERSE
Heroes must be down – power always breeds destruction
Money rules the town; history will teach us nothing
I’ll be heading for my homeground, I’ll be resting on my homeground   X2

CHORUS

VERSE
The best of friends will fade; no-one carries on till morning
Best part of the day – wasted on a lone soul searching
I’ll be heading for my homeground, I’ll be waiting on my homeground   X2

BRIDGE
Yesterday I lashed out at the world and all its vices
Someone even said skyscrapers fall like dominoes
Yesterday was yesterday, all heads have got their prices
Maybe on a better day I’ll strike a better pose

CHORUS

VERSE
Your special little hell no longer has me thrilled no
Whoever wants to dwell a woman in a man’s world so
I’ll be heading for my homeground, I’ll be standing on my own ground   X3

—oOo—

 

Skyscrapers – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 2]

My vingers pluk aan die snare, wind plukpluk aan ‘n dorre tak
Vroetel saggies in my hare, verwaai die blare op ‘n roes sinkdak
En ek voel verdwaal, met niemand om na te luister
As ek net kon verstaan wat die ritsel in die droë gras fluister

En as ek dit dan nie reguit kan sê moet die kitaar maar voel en weet
En deur kruisverwysings my aandag aflei, dat ek vir ‘n song of twee kan vergeet
Cohen het Hank Williams gevra, maar ek vra dit reguit vir jou
Want soos hy die hele nag lank gehoes het is daar dinge wat jy ook nie kan inhou
En jy voel verdwaal met niemand om na te luister
As jy net kon verstaan wat die meisie met die swart oë fluister

So gaan daar jare verby in ‘n leeftyd, eeue is vasgevang in net een teug en
Wat jy insit, hoeveel jy ook kry, die bestes bid soms vir ‘n onskuldige jeug
Want ‘n mens verdwaal met niemand om na te luister
Nooit seker of jy jou net verbeel en of daar regtig ‘n stem is wat fluister

As jy net kon verstaan wat sy fluister wanneer die son agter die skyscrapers sak
Sou jy dalk ‘n bietjie beter begryp waarom sy aanhou sê dis als ‘n kwessie van luck
Daai winde van resettlement woed oral woes en wreed
En daar’s mense en dinge jy kan hoe hard try jy kan die bitter smaak maar net nie vergeet
Soek jou vingers na die barchords die verlede bly aan jou ruk
En die gewonder en gevloek is sinneloos, met die baai-sê het sy jou vasgedruk
Nou is jy verdwaal met niemand om na te luister
Nooit seker of jy jou net verbeel en of daar iewers ‘n stem is wat fluister

—oOo—

 

Favours – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 3]

VERSE
Through favours of your enemy may your own ideals be released
Into the open for judgment by all the opposed and all the appeased

CHORUS
Living with the balance – Blowing with the storm

VERSE
By the black man’s hands rises the tower that houses the worst of the white / From the day’s dry wood may the night’s warm fire be built to the honour of light

CHORUS

VERSE
It’s rock ‘n roll, it’s broken and whole, as real as a real world we saw / though we raise our voices and wave our fists / in a war it is always a draw /
It’s rock ‘n roll, it’s broken and whole, as real as a real world in awe / though we raise our voices and wave our fists / in a war it is always a draw /

CHORUS

—oOo—

Oppikoppi – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 4]

VERSE
In the rearview mirror industrial momentos fade
The destination means when I return I’ll wish I stayed – wish I stayed

CHORUS
Could I ever bring you half the joy that you give me just with your time
There’s a road leading to you now – in the distance shines a light
There’s a road leading to you now and I’m driving it tonight

VERSE
I’m going up to the place where the valley shines for me with change
Tequila sunrise balcony over a plain so wild and strange – wild and strange

CHORUS

INTERLUDE
Heyheyhey Heyheyhey Heyheyheyhey X2

VERSE
You are the heroes of this awakening
This is our own Jerusalem
Children of a real sound out there rise up in the night
Responding to those voices calling them

CHORUS        X 2

—oOo—

27 Engele – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 5]

27 engele wys koers aan deur die nag
Neonvlerke, halo’s en ‘n valkoog vir ‘n wag
27 susters wat die duiwel kan verlei
maar 30 dowe kere het die hawevrou se lag met die engele baklei

Die hawevrou se skel is ‘n dronkenskaps-geeil
wat sonder waarsku repe skeur uit die engelskip se seil
Ongekende woede stook in die haweman se hand
en die vuurtoring se oog laat wink dat vissersbote koers verloor en strand

Die engele het moed verloor, die haweman humeur / die hawevrou het aanghou, die hawevrou lag weer / narre en trawante wil die haweman blameer / maar die hawevrou se skewe lag is tog duidelik wat hierdie nag makeer

—oOo—

Cassiem se song – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 6]

VERSE
Agter in die Purple Turtle hussle hy vir bier en stash
my boonste rakke pool instructor – Cassiem bekend as Mister Cash
Grys geboue in die koue mis, is waar die beste view nou is
die Bokaap se hoogste kronkelpad – laat hulle net try om dit ok te vat

CHORUS
Met beauty in die berge, healing in die wind
redemption in ‘n rizla, bly die goeie hoop to blind
Met beaty in die berge, healing in die wind
redemption in ‘n rizla, bly die goeie hoop tog blind

VERSE
Hartseer moesliemwysies kom kort voor die eerste son / die klippad teen die heuwel op tot waar Cassiem ‘n witpyp stop /
Die Kaap was lank, lank terug laas heel Cassiem onthou wie’t die view gesteel / maar nuwe storms breek haar op hoes hy na sy witpyp op

CHORUS

VERSE
Soft ‘n’ tender soos jou sweetheart / is die fairest ver van hier / maar in haar nagte broei ‘n Jihad / in haar boesem brand ‘n vuur /
Met beauty in die berge, healing in die wind / redemption in ‘n rizla, bly die goeie hoop to blind

CHORUS

—oOo—

Highway – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 7]

VERSE
Learned men slander, records distort every tune, all that they wrote
leave the caves like mines and the red ripe times bare like an August oak
Still we dream of singing a new song to an old an weathered guitar
and the sweet things we meet are heaven’s redemption from fear
and the lives we call ours

Many roads flee the Roman city, many streets seek a sovereign way
And on every stretch the travellers swear, all the other roads lead astray
Their’s is the true direction, not North or South or West
or East – this road goes further finer freer than the rest

CHORUS
But where is a highway that never tires
never yields before mountain or stream
where are the wise men, where are the books
that can answer this; free my dream

VERSE
For like the stars in the heavens, we go round and round my friend
in circles, till we tear apart when we face the stone wall again
Where is the godhead, where is the gold, where is the vision at night
where is a person, where is the peace, where is the bright white light
that redeems from eternal derosion, relieves the burning scream
like the stormy sea can set you free, aim your sails at a gail force wind

CHORUS

Where is a highway that never tires   X8

—oOo—

Somebody cried for the lion – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 8]

Sun’s warmth glistens golden            /           Sand even shines in its light
Open stretches peaceful veld /           this beauty is the African birthright
Beauty fights the boredom                  /           this peace is what we eat
This birthright is our dignity     /          in the sweet land of Mozambique

CHORUS
Zim, Zim, Zim Zim

VERSE
Watercarrier’s graceful walk / even after the third one was born / by the chains of poverty / from the sweet chains of her love /Jonah was torn /
Miles and miles under open sky / road beckoning his feet / African moon lit up his way / and a borderline Jonah did meet

CHORUS

VERSE
Jonah climbed the southern fence / tore his only clothes but then / he could feed the children and smile at her / when he finally returned again /
She never heard a word / elsewhere the newspaper said / some Makwerekwere- eating lion had to be put down by the vet

CHORUS
Zim, Zim, Zim, Zim   Somebody cried for the lion       X2

VERSE
Lion’s food was Jonah’s fate / but for so many others like him / whom you say sell us drugs or take our jobs / nobody will ever cry or sing

CHORUS
Somebody cried for the lion                X8

—oOo—

Horison Track 9: “Malaika” (Fadhili William)
Tanzanian Traditional (More here.)

—oOo—

Jozi – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 10]

VERSE
She’s a citygirl she is, lived here all her life
Knows her way, knows the streets, looks out for herself
She’s a citygirl she is, learned the hard way round
Dreams are dreams, even freedom has its ups and downs
On her way out in the morning, listens for the sounds
Knives’ll flick, guns’ll cock if the boys are doing rounds         And then

CHORUS
Jozi scrapes a living, Jozi stays alive
Jozi barely scraps a living, Jo – zi’s – still alive

VERSE
Seven floors to home at night / Fire escape she climbs / Concrete steps inside are missing from the filthy path they’d wind /
Home she finds he’s still safe / Her little boy of five / So far they’ve been lucky yeah / ‘cause Jozi’s still alive /
She’s a citygirl, she is / skyscraper views / no renaissance in sight / if any, believers here are few, but

CHORUS

VERSE
She’s a citygirl she is / knows her path ahead / no golden dreams / no silver linings / no illusions in her head /
Somewhere there’s a way there is / save her from the throngs / this misery, poverty, violence, but hurry / can’t assume for long, that

CHORUS

—oOo—

Mshoshovi – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 11]

CHORUS
Shona malanga Mshoshovi / Gijima, Mshoshovi
He was a lion, the king of the bush, Mshoshovi
He was a lion he’ld fight till the death of the enemy
He was a lion, the system his prey in Egoli
He was a lion, the king of the bush, Mshoshovi

VERSE
Vuyisile came across the border, he came home
Was our people’s freedom he was fighting for
Vuyisile lead an MK-unit fierce and strong
in Orlando, taught them weapons of the war

This commander lost his heart to the pride of the town
he’d visit her though he was on the run
on the run so that once he had to hide with her his Scorpion
behold, the police found the gun

Now this woman had a mother iron-willed, heart of steel
mother mighty, this daughter of the nation
Who approved not of Vuyisile’s power nor his plight
when the gun was found Mama Wethu lost her patience

CHORUS

VERSE
Vuyisile died not of the iron fist of war
wasn’t hailed by a patriotic song
Vuyisile bid goodbye before his time had truly come
Never knew the prize for which he’d fought and longed

We remember the loyalty, the pride of his path
We remember his unseemly end
We remember the loss to another pauper’s grave
and the mother who would not admit or mend

Now is the time to sing a fitting goodbye
We hail Mshoshovi Vuyisile
And as Mama Wethu forgets this king of a commander
and denies him, we hear her and we see her
So we remind her

CHORUS

—oOo—

Dankie vir die koffie – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 12 – vir Koos Kombuis]

VERSE
Jy is die een wat mischief maak
jy is my vriend wie se woorde praat
jy is my broer wat ver weg raak
jy is ‘n sker deur lemmedraad

CHORUS
Dis ‘n dankie vir die koffie die
Thank you for the ride
Geen gefaalde verwagtinge
It was for pleasure that I cried

VERSE
Jy drink saam uit die vet houtvat
Sonder dat die level val
Ek score ‘n lift op die dayglo pad
Tot diep in die vuurlig kleuredal

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Met godsmag in jou hande kan jy mense maak of breek
Lemme in jou lofliede kan jy ‘n honderd hoere kweek
Heiligskennis, vreemde tale, word geslyte geld
en sina mali sê die armoedige held

VERSE
Jy het ‘n tonnel oopgegrawe
Tot by die dorsste plek in my
Jy het met brassery en skerwe
‘n sagte plek geskep gekry

CHORUS

—oOo—

Kalahari Kwêla – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 13]

VERSE
Vir God en volk en vaderland is wat die mense nou sê
grawe mens bietjie dieper – jy wou nog ‘n lewe hê
deel van ‘n stryd jy word ‘n simbool, minder as ‘n mens
die perfekte target practice vir die wat jou idees verwens

CHORUS
En wat my nog meer bang maak – dit lyk of dit niemand pla
as jy ‘n lekker lewe wou lei moes jy jou PC gedra

VERSE
Deel van jong Suid-Afrika, 19 was jy
en jy’t saam gesing jy sou sterf of win en jou trotse volk is vry
die volk se gereg sê mos mens verdien nie ‘n verhoor
jy’t nie gekies om jouself te offer nie,
jy’s gejag, gevang en vermoor

CHORUS
Wat my nog meer bang maak, daar’s niemand wat daaruit leer
maak van jou ‘n martelaar, sê vir ander kom doen dit weer

VERSE
Sonder ‘n koekie gladde seep maar wit vel en al is jy vrek
Gate in jou arms, are geswel, koeëls deur jou kop en jou nek
En wat my nog meer bangmaak, daar’s niemand wat daarby baat
Jy word toegewerk, dit word toegesmeer, al wat groei is haat

CHORUS
Wat my nog meer bang maak, daar’s niemand wat daaruit leer
maak van jou ‘n martelaar, sê vir ander kom doen dit weer

—oOo—

Donderstorms – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 14]

VERSE
Jy kom en gaan soos donderstorms  Maak oop en nuut; vol in my
Bolandse winters het my gevorm – ek wens jy en die reënweer wil langer bly

Miskien juis omdat die storms so kort is / dat hulle die somer so oop kan breek
alles so ingrypend verander / eintlik wil ek net hê dat jy moet weet

CHORUS
In hierdie plek vol teenstrydighede      waar die pad net nie sin wil maak
bring bra min dinge in die lewe nog vrede soos om teen jou skouer aan die slaap te raak

VERSE
Ek het weggeloop in die more / soek die geel en ronde maan / ek het verdwaal vanmore / en ek trek reeds ver vanaand / Deur goeie tye, grappies / en oor die aande heen / en die hardste ding van alles / hierdie pad loop ek alleen /

CHORUS

VERSE
Die koppies het ook sê-goed / Die rooigrond sal verstaan / Ek wou myself net toemaak in die geel en ronde maan / En ek het nie geantwoord nie maar ek het – het jou gehoor / Binne-in was brande omdat ek jou gaan verloor, want

CHORUS

—oOo—

Mortified – Liela Groenewald
[Horison Track 15]

INTRO
Bidding goodbye an outdated part of me – Subdued into  humility

CHORUS
Mortified

VERSE
Mortified I stand – Mortified every touch of your hand
Had I known the days could disappear so fast,
might have kissed you sooner, praying this would last

CHORUS

VERSE
Mortified I take it in / Mortified every touch of your skin / Had I known that love could be such bliss / I can’t promise, but I might have waited for this

VERSE
Mortified I fly       / Mortified as you swing me through your sky /
As you raise me up with your words, quench again my fire, thirst
Mortified, mortified, mortified

CHORUS

—oOo—

Horison Track 16: Internasionale
Liela Groenewald’s Translation / Adaptation of “Internationale” (Eugene Pottier & Pierre Degeyter – Public domain)

VERSE
Staan op, verworpes van die wêreld, staan op uit boeie van jul waan
So magtig dreun die stem van rede en ‘n nuwe dag breek aan
ons boesems buig voor geen kerk meer, ons baar geen slawe vir jul werk
ons staan nou enig en berade, ons gemeenskap maak ons sterk

CHORUS
Skouer aan skouer in die suide spel ons die toekoms uit
die internasionale mensdom staan gelyk
skouer aan skouer in die suide spel ons die toekoms uit
die internasionale mensdom staan gelyk

VERSE
Geen bygelowe kan ons ophef
en geen gerustheid kan ons baat
slegs self kan ons die kettings afgooi
van gierigheid en haat

Elende, honger kom op einde
Die aard’ se stropers sal moet vort
Soldate skaar hul by die stakings
oorlog ewig opgeskort

CHORUS

—oOo—

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