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Salam
04:25
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The sun goes dark
No stars tonight
The streets are fires
of man-made plight
The wind wears wings
Of ill-borne will
that flutter still
on window sills
The pen that wrought
these pearls of thought
has long since ceased
its tortured course
And wrapped in shrouds of fever dreams,
a poet hears the angels sing
Salam
His feet now fall
on a soot-stained floor
and his knees go weak
at the sight that’s wreaked
A blasted field of fire and steel
And all humanity seemed to burn within
a violent, writhing, man-made sea
of blood and bullets and RPGs
Heaven cries out with heavy tears
But the hate’s so loud man can’t hear
Salam
In flames well-fed by fossil fuels,
the scythe of Death deals its due-
his heart goes cold, soot stains his face
but his voice still fills that dismal place:
Is this fate's final blow
Then let my final verse now flow –
Elude us all those pearly gates,
till hearts of peace undo the hate.
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2. |
Student of Life
02:55
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Cigarette butts
on an ash filled floor
a poem forgotten
and I'm writing some more
Fallen forsaken
bound and broken
enlightened empowered
raging in silence
illuminate eradicate
start over again
a poet and a teacher
a princely pied-pauper
a treasure for your leisure
a note out at sea
leader and follower
neither is me
neither is me, neither is me
a killer who's a winner
a wild wall street wrangler
watches from the window
for a fresh faced harvest
a sad serenade
singing one man brigade
makes homemade lemonade
from welfare aid
a hunted homosexual
and consenting bisexual
heal a frenetic
dumpster diving dyslexic
a dreamer and a schemer
with dead distant demeanor
dumps a dubstep drummer
for a drunk dame who's dimmer
neither is me, neither is me
I'm a 99-percenter
and a person of colour
a previous homeowner
with no present buyer
A peripheral savvy
lipstick heavy
long lash luscious booty
stick thin skank
a sometimes sexy and
super-scent heavy
green-card crazy
gold-digging little brat
damaged goods and destitute
livin on a playa
paying for the living
by playin on his flute
neither is me?
Tales for the telling and
songs for the asking
food for the wanting and
drink for the dying
Hell for the pious and
heaven for the devil
Hope for the lost and a
Harlot at the saddle
A wish come true is
a curse you choose
Pain so bad it turns
to pleasure again
I'm not anyone special
I cannot be considered wise but
some things I've learned
as a student of life
Some things I've learned as a Student of Life
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3. |
I Need a Drink
03:39
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Another long day
another long night
sold my soul to the man
still paying the price
Crammed into these tin cans
squeezed like sardines
I hear the other inmates
whisper to me
I feel so old
I feel so cold
Drown the pain and start again
just fill the glass I'll be ok
Seems like everybody
wants a piece of fame
they don't know that's the way The Man
co-opts their game
he'll make you go sale searching, cam-whoring
attention seeking insane
while he floods your neighborhood
with crime and cocaine
Now a rich man can buy a nice house and sip fine wine
but a poor man's only mansion is his mind
but even that's on loan and when it's foreclosed
you'll find the bottom of a bottle to be your only home
I feel so old
I feel so cold
Drown the pain and start again
just fill the glass I'll be ok
I need a drink
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4. |
Anak Merdeka
03:04
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Kita kan semua, Anak Merdeka
Atau biri-biri menunggu gembala?
(Are we not the children of Freedom?
or are we sheep waiting for a shepherd?)
Kita kan semua, Anak Merdeka
Atau biri-biri menunggu gembala?
Jika disuruh diam lantanglah bersuara
kita kan semua Anak Merdeka
(If you are told to be silent, speak up instead
are we not all the children of Freedom?)
Kita kan semua, Anak Merdeka
Atau biri-biri menunggu gembala?
Jika diarah jangan berarak
Jika disuruh diam sahaja
Jika diarah jangan bertanya
Jawablah kita Anak Merdeka
(If you're told not to march
If you're told to stay silent
If you are ordered not to question
Give them an answer: We are the children of Freedom! )
Jika laungan disahut baton dan air kimia
Jangan kita takut dan jangan kita gentar
Anak Malaysia kita di jalan yang benar
Penjajah dan pencuri akan jatuh jua
(If your cries are answered by batons and chemical-laced water
Do not be afraid, do not be swayed
children of Malaysia we are on the path of truth
the thieves and oppressors will meet their fate)
Dibaham semarak Anak Merdeka
Dibaham semarak Anak Merdeka
Dibaham semarak Anak Merdeka
Dibaham semarak Anak Merdeka
(Engulfed in the flames
of the free people)
Kita kan semua, Anak Merdeka
Atau biri-biri menunggu gembala?
Kita kan semua, Anak Merdeka
Atau biri-biri menunggu gembala?
Copyright, 2012 Ksatriya
All Rights Reserved
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5. |
Hantu Balu
03:11
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Tadi aku jumpa hantu
hantu itu nama Balu
Tadi aku jumpa hantu
hantu itu nama Balu
Jadi aku pun tanya hantu
Apa story jadi begini
Dalam diam bak dinihari
hantu Balu jawab begini
Mana tidak ku sakit hati
polis pukul ku sampai mati
Mana tidak ku sakit hati
polis pukul ku sampai mati
hey
Tadi aku jumpa hantu
hantu itu nama Balu
Tadi aku jumpa hantu
terus lari, tulis lagu
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6. |
Bogeyman
03:29
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Bolt your doors
keep your kids close
make sure to check
and lock the windows
grill 'em up good
throw away the keys
the bogeyman comin'
man we dead meat
no one knows what
he looks like
but they huff and puff
to give you quite a fright
some say he's black
and some say he's white
some say he wears a turban
or rides a bike
but there is one thing
repeated on tv
the bogeyman comin'
to steal your honey
he steal your pie
he steal your money
then you be left
with nothing baby
You and me
don't choose to be
but all they see is
Bogeyman
Everybody's somebody's Bogeyman
You look at me and see a Bogeyman
I look at you and see another Bogeyman
Bogeyman, when will it end?
Best beware now
that man over there, son
he colored all wrong
with a beady eyed stare
for all you know
he be the bogeyman, son
go get the hatchet
best be prepared
see it unfold
a cruel prank
the rich get richer
laughing all the way to the bank
the poor and the middle class man
shudder shiver in fear
bogeyman in the
mirror, mirror on the wall
now who's the biggest fiend of all?
the fear my dear that's put in your mind
fear of the other to keep you in line
You and me
don't choose to be
but all they see is
Taller tales for bullet sales
'til they find a better way
put their lies in TV tapes
then replay it everyday
tired of this hating trend
no matter what your color man
shake em hands shake em hands
shake em with the bogeyman
Bogeyman
Everybody's somebody's Bogeyman
You look at me and see a Bogeyman
I look at you and see another Bogeyman
Bogeyman, when will it end?
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7. |
Occupy a Fairytale
03:03
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Graduation, ivy league churned
honor-roll hope for the nation
fresh face, big hopes,
hope the world just ain't too small to cope
her rolled up future clutched
in trembling hands
smiling ear to ear
now she's making big plans
a white wedding dress
blue skies, green fields
bird-songs for the bride
white horse for her prince
no mean streets or downbeats
or politics impede and trip her feet
no rains and no gales, never fail
let the city implode
She'll occupy a fairytale
And her life will be a testament
to happy ever after
she's got a good job,
Euro-trips twice a year
The sex is always hot
and the weather's always cool
cuddles in the morning then
drinks by the pool
and the palace where they live
is close to a good school
and that'll come in handy
coz she's gonna have his babies
with eyes the sky blue
and they'll never sing the blues
no Freddie Mac or Fannie Mae
her life she'll never lose and
hell will never run loose
hell will never run loose when
She occupies a fairytale
And in her perfect world
no one ever gets the flu
in the event of emergency
no matter what your policy
everyone saved equally
nobody needs a loan
with the money that you're paid
you can afford a home
no debt and no taxes
you get second chances
no violence or riots or tyrants
life on autopilot
and if not for the pirates
could this all come true
maybe not, maybe so
what's a girl to do and
hell will never run loose
hell will never run loose when
She occupies a fairytale
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8. |
Red
01:39
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I am a singer of tales
a painter of pictures
alone, in a colourless world
I sing and I paint
my hues and my shade
in royal, relentless Red
Against those who would make
the world grey in their wake
and banish all colour from the mind
With the boot and the stick
and stinging smoke thick
the tyranny of black and white
When they come without charm
long claws and long arms
to make me sing their monochrome song
This window will break
with my body's own weight
a husk shall fall to the ground
As I sail through the heavens
let it rain glass and defiance
I will paint
even my final picture
in Red
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Ksatriya
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I'm a storyteller exploring identity, social justice and marginalisation through spoken word and music.
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