Koos Kombuis Duco Box Rasta Lyrics

My forefathers are buildings in the sand
They left a thousand ruins across the land
I love them deep like salt, they feel bitter on my skin
I believe in pleasure, they believe in sin

In their castles, unaware of time
They are standing still like statues moist with slime
Melodies of gardens, memories of war
I can't hear their voices anymore

Listen to the crying in the streets
All the lonely people that you meet
Children of the change, caught like rats in a trap
But the little ones are dancing to the Duco Box Rap

Dancing with the free man, dancing with the foe
wishing I was yellow man, wishing I was Omo
Got to feel the breathing of faces as they smile
Got to run for cover on the golden mile

Now we're dancing to the beat of the rock and roll
The feeling of the mood in your soul, in your soul
I believe in ganja, I believe in Jah
I'm bopping to the beat of the Duco Box Rasta

We're running for our lives in the gutters of the 'Brow
we've eating from the scraps of the black man's chow
We've been living on the edge of the silent sea
we've been raised on the smoking of the Beatnik tree

We were victims of the struggle, and victims of
apartheid
But we've got to reach the sun before it gets too late
We're crazy with belief, we are mad with disgrace
for we bore the brute disdain of the whole human race

Listen to the jungle, rap-a-tap-tap
The boogie boogie bungle, rap-a-tap-clap trap
listen to the beat of the people in the street
The shaking of the castanets, the moving feet

Blessed are the prophets of rock and roll
And the feeling of the mood in your soul, in your soul Do you believe in ganja, do you believe in Jah?
Are you bopping to the beat of the Duco Box Rasta, man?

Song For Harry or Harry's Song

There's a blonde woman standing in the shade
I've got a friend called Harry who thinks he's got it
made
I know the joker's up your sleeve, they're taking
trains to everywhere
I've been so hungry for your lies, Harry are you there?

There's a late night rambler drowning in a beer
The prostitutes in Cuba charge service fees for wear
and tear
The loneliness of love, the bitterness of yesteryear
I'm desperate to be a nobody, Harry, Harry take me
there

I've been living in the shadows of addiction and
despair
But I've got a friend called Harry. Harry are you
there?
And do you really care?

One more Summer on the beach, one more Winter in the
can
Standing on the street-corner feeling like a man
But Harry's always restless. Harry wants his share
I'm running from him daily. Harry, Harry it's not fair

I've been living in the shadows of addiction and
despair
But I've got a friend called Harry. Harry are you
there?
And do you really care?

Everybody knows him, he's got contacts everywhere
It's no use getting married, or moving to John Foster's
Square
He's the friend of crooks and lepers, and the enemy of
fresh air
Nowhere to go, no deal to cut if Harry's is not there

I've been living in the shadows of addiction and
despair
But I had a friend called Harry. Harry are you there?
And you don't really care?