Sing Our Own Song - Buffy Sainte-Marie

The great flood of tears that we've cried for our brothers and sisters who've died Over four hundred years has washed away our fears And strengthened our pride now we turn back the tide We will no longer hear your command We will seize the control from your hand We will fan the flame of our anger and pain And you'll feel the shame for what you do in gods name We will fight for the right to be free And we will build our own society And we will sing, we will sing, we will sing our own song When the ancient drum rhythms ring, the voice of our forefathers sings Forward Africa run, our day of freedom has come For me and for you, Amandla Awethu We will fight for the right to be free And we will build our own society And we will sing, we will sing, we will sing our own song And we will fight for the right to be free And we will build our own society And we will sing, we will sing, we will sing our own song And we will fight for the right to be free And we will build our own society And we will sing, we will sing, we will sing our own song And we will fight for the right to be free (Amandla Awethu) And we will build our own society (Amandla Awethu) And we will sing (Amandla Awethu), we will sing, we will sing our own song (Amandla Awethu) And we will fight for the right to be free (Amandla Awethu) And we will build our own society (Amandla Awethu) And we will sing (Amandla Awethu), we will sing, we will sing our own song (Amandla Awethu) And we will fight for the right to be free (Amandla Awethu) And we will build our own society (Amandla Awethu) And we will sing, we will sing, we will sing our own song (Amandla Awethu)

Put your hands into the water Let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now Let them sing until you die Die, die, die, yeah Radical rather than rhetorical, babble like an oracle Why am I always in your debt? Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost Communist comatose show me all the wagers are a bet The middle of a nuclear winter is a modern achievement of the retro apocalyptic horde Satan? You must be mistaken, there are no more Satans Only the bosses on the board Forget, deny, ignore, nice try, it's you Regret, rely, remorse, inside of you, yeah Maybe you've been down too long Maybe you've been down too long The heart begins to suffer when the soul has given up And the flesh is barely more than bone When no one else is listening, only when you've had enough Time to sing this dying song alone Put your hands into the water Let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now Let them sing until you die Die, die, die, yeah Maybe you've been down too long Maybe you've been down too long Think hard, you bastards, you're gonna tell me why If I don't get an answer, you're gonna sing and die Think hard, you bastards, you're gonna tell me why If I don't get an answer, you're gonna sing and die The heart begins to suffer when the soul has given up And the flesh is barely more than bone When no one else is listening, only when you've had enough Time to sing this dying song alone Put your hands into the water Let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now Let them sing until you die Put your hands into the water Let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now Let them sing until you die

Sing, sing, won't you sing for me Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, lord, you've got to let it breathe Breathe for me And wash, you better wash your hands Grab the soap, use your frying pan 'Cause you've been digging down, burying dead Grass grows tall on the things that you wish that you'd forget And better clean, oh clean your plate Mama's been slavin' in the kitchen all day Make sure to wipe the filth from your shoes No one 'round here wants to know what you've been up to Down, down in a hole in the ground There are ghosts that never can be found Home, home, home is in the ground You're only waiting at the end of the road And nothing's better than blood on blood I promise brother, you are safe with us There's no telling what tomorrow will bring We all have our devils and oh, you've got to let them sing Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe Sing, oh, sing for me Beast in your belly, lord, you've got to let it sing Home, home, home is in the ground You're only waiting at the end of the road Down, down in a hole in the ground There are ghosts that never can be found

With my own eyes With my own heart With my own eyes With my own eyes I saw a light Shining so bright With my own heart I had a feeling That made me cry With my own ears I heard a message And it was true I tell it to you 'Cause it was all All about you With my own eyes With my own eyes I saw a light Shining so bright With my own heart I had a feeling That made me cry With my own ears I heard a message And it was true I tell it to you 'Cause it was all All about you With my own eyes With my own eyes

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour