Chaos

Chaos 

Zukile

Xhosa lyric                                          English translation______________ 

Into zomhlaba (repeat)                                                Things of Life

Phaphama (repeat)                                                        Wake Up

Asikho isikhathi sokuhlala uhlanye                                   There's no time to sit around and be mad

Kuyatshisa Kuyabanda                                                 It's hot, it's cold

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa                                                 It's cold, it's hot

Skhipha iDust, Skhipha indlala                                        There's dust, there's poverty

Sweet Noise                                                         Sweet Noise and Zukile from the location to Poland

Skhipha Malang AK eLokhshini to Poland

Zukile Aka Malang efela                                        Zukile the one and only

Azishe lapho                                                        Burn the Fire

Azishe Azishe Azishe                                                Burn burn burn

Skhipha iDust gcwala                                               Face the Dust

G:

another dawn breaking

I'm all alone

through this nights and days on my own

I'm a lost soul knocking on your door

victims of terror and civil war

my brothers and sisters

living on the run

hate to see you brake and suck their guns

life is pain but it's hard to die

hard to live among the thieves and lies

when the doves cry my beauty is born 

brother step for a while and make it your home 

no losers 

no better no worse

down in the gutters I know you can

rise rise refuse and resist

my child of fury

you're the one I miss

in your eyes see stars of faith

don't give up

accept the pain

when your freedom dies

I break down and cry

when your freedom dies

it means the end of our road

rise rise refuse and resist

my child of fury

you're the one I miss

your cry and fire in your eyes

respect to the ones that live and try

I swear to God that the fuckers forgot

that you die of hunger in your broken homes

in the lands wiped of the map

I can feel the gap in my broken heart beating

mama it's dark 

so dark and cold now

where's your promise

where's your pride and love now

another dawn breaking

out in the streets where life ain't faking

no sun for this hungry child

out in the bloody east

the west, north, south

bare sticks

dust and bricks

politicians playing same dirty tricks

and the crowd got mad and my beauty got shot

down in the gutter

in the mud and blood

rise rise refuse and resist

my child of fury

you're the one I miss

Zukile:

Asikho isikhathi sokuhlala uhlanye                                      There's no time to sit around and be mad

Kuyatshisa Kuyabanda                                                   It's hot, it's cold

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa                                                   It's cold, it's hot

Skhipha iDust, Skhipha indlala                                          There's dust, there's poverty

Skhule kanzima                                                          We grew up hard

Singo mafunga angajiki                                                  We commit ourselves, we don't give up

Sulinye mbezi                                                          Wipe off your tears

Shebeleza Skhiphani                                                  Shebeleza, what is happening?

Qhawu Qhawuku ujingi                                                  The swing is broken

Qhawu Qhawuku ujingi abantwana bedlala                          The swing has broken while the children are playing

Kuqhuma irhuluwa                                                          There's a smell of gunpowder

Umtwana zibekhe kahle                                                  Child please take care of yourself

Kuqhuma irhuluwa ilife ngamahla ndenyuka                          There's a smell of gunpowder, Life is up and down

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa                                                   It's cold, it's hot

Sihlanganisa amathe neNyembezi                                  We mix spit and tears

Lark

blasting last night with Lark in Poznan. this band is simply fuckin
amazing. it's been their first time in poland and people responded
really well. it's hard to remain emotionless after their gig.
passionate and true art.
did a noise.inc performance with Paul and Kostek, something we were
planning back in africa. feel it might be a beginning of some serious
project. we played for 40 minutes and it was totally out of control
but I like it this way. it's a journey that takes you to unknown .
it's more like something we do for ourselves rather than calculating
wether people are going to dig it or not. it's fresh. soon I'd start
implementing visuals into this noisy trips.
met people from Sweet Noise forum. warm and special as always it was
good to see them enjoy the performance of one of my guests from The
Triptic album . the idea of bringing artists together is finally
working on international level . yeah.

stay alive

gone through the first phases of editing "Give it all away" video. first choosing the  materials from almost 11 hours of footage which was shot in Guguletu and Mbekweni Townships of South Africa. closed that to 2 hours or so and started editing, compositing and putting the story together. haven't left the Lightcraft studio for three days and nights but finally the editing is done and it really looks amazing. now Lukasz will start his magic : the online process which is going to take it to a new level.

It feels like back in africa. the shots are so real that it takes me back there to those people and places. I'm glad that through this vid I'll be able to share this beautiful experiences with you. no acting, fucking posing or crap like that. real life, real pain, real love. never done anything like this before but have to say that the truth is always the heaviest emotion. it was like going back to the roots. performing in the streets, houses. being among people and having to defend all I believe in and all that I am. this action reminds me of our polish Nie bylo episode - visiting fans all over the country in their homes to shoot a video. going from city to city and breaking this line between artists and listeners. it changed me and hope it gave them something too. still remember those days, faces and words we said./thank you all/

In africa Teba and Zukile opened these magic doors for me and took me for a rough ride through the ghetto world. I miss you guys very much. hope that the evidence of purity of our action is just cooking.

let's deliver the "cyber crime"

my home is where I sleep. you know...

STAY ALIVE

Teba:

 

Intro

Yo! rapapampam Rasta na promote nonastyness

All Rastaman uno better eh!

Rapapampam Rasta na promote no badness

All artist uno better rise to the top

Bambam Rasta na promote no nastyness

All politicians uno better step one side

Bambam rudeboy na promote no badness

All artist uno better rise to the top

 

my home is where I sleep

put the head on a bed put it on the bricks son

down down with the dirt the under dog without a shelter

I'm standing out there in the fire 

I feed my love my hope, desire (oh)

still alive after all these years

seek the cancer in my head

I spit in eyes of the killers and liars

political whores

 I can't deny it no

hate kills and pushes me ahead

need a blessing to aim at their heads now

I need your love to keep on fighting

to stay alive and breath 

I need your love to keep on breathing

just keep on breathing

breath for me

what an angry son

tell'em motherfucker when it all began

hard case when we stand against

broken flowers with the bullets in their heads now

blind millions scream and yell

dirty motherfuckers that rule this game

look down at this fucking world where 

people got mad and there is no god

no land no promised land

cheap thrills and stinking hands

eyes blue, what happened to you

who shot you down baby    

I need your love to keep on fighting

to stay alive and breath 

I need your love to keep on breathing

just keep on breathing

breath for me

to keep on fighting

breathe

to keep on breathing

breath

when you leave I'm broken and bleeding

heart can't stop and wounds still bleeding

where did you go

oh

did you know

I accept myself with this chaos burning in my head

cherish beauty kiss my anger

shelter weakness feed the hunger

of my senses inner world traces

take me to those childhood places

I'm your son on his own

feel your wounds and mean no harm

don't ask me when it all began

endless painful bloody run

givin it all 

sharin it all with people I love

I'll fight this fight for you

I'll fight and die for you

I'll cross the line for you

Stand on the edge for you

I'll drown in tears for you

I'll fight my fears and stand by you 

bleedin

burnin

explodin

demandin

some justice

give'em some justice

power to the people 

and give'em some justice

Teba:

Consciousness musically uno get that yes man trust we

a bomboklat dead uno try fe test we

 

Pon the earth breath brings wealth

Death brings birth and birth leads to death

So use your breath and maths fe your wealth

From north Sweet Noise ina the south x2

 

There pon the street raise up uno feast

We take it from the west and fix ina east

Some times life is like a beast

So listen to me now consciousness pon me lips

Ah we na ease revolution pon least

So inhale you coulda have a meal

InI fight na hide ina the kist

Under the sun there's love ina the the mist

 

Oxygen ina yor lungs now ina your lungs

Ah we na fraid fe the pounds now fe the pounds

Good use pon your funds now pon your pounds

Poor youth never be thugs now never be thugs

Yes I yes I don't know yes I yes I yes I don't you know yes I

 

It's consciousness every time seen!

P.S. don't fight. think and be together as one. treat art as a tool 'cos it ain't no politics but sure it is a weapon.

world

world

so you sell yourself

do you buy the dreams

did the brand new life wash away old fears

why you're on your knees

clutching to your lies

what have you become just a shadow of a man dancing

to the beat of your hate within

I'm the one you blame for you pain and fear

and you burn my life

crush and brake my bones

burn and rape my love

want to steal my home

take away respect

and the ones that hold to my ways and days

and the songs those written on my skin

like the blood in the veins

they're the burden and chains

fire always walk with me

call 'em my own

those streets

like my home

I'm here all alone

just a man on his own

know their lifes with no shining stars

women broken bruised

women fight for life

numb is the fear for the only one

want to make her safe

want to make her smile

boy brother take away your guns

it's sad but true love is dead for good

love is all we had

love is all we lost

I'm the one you blame

for your life that's lost

I'm the one you blame for your life that's lost

this is my life

this is my life written on the walls

this is my life in this chords and words

shame, shame on you

don't you know it ain't a game

shame

stars they know I loved you like no other tried to be there for you

tried to be your brother

this is my faith my freedom my life hoo

my way to the promised land hoo

the lost and found trace

I'm struggling for my own space

underneath the cold face I try to reach beyond death

my peace my war my anger

lust fear my beauty and hunger

pain gets stronger as the world gets colder

thoughts raging I'm rearranging

the core not changing, my life is changing

life is changing thoughts fly high and raging don't you know

life is changing time for peace and changes

don't you know that it's time to give peace a chance

black

black leather boots

am I loosing you or just loosing myself
out in the dark the site of my fate
falling walls
smashed up bones
brother kills brother
and gold is gold
betrayed you
like they betrayed me
they fucked my love and tried to fuck me
pearls sink in greed and lust
flowers die fast
and I see my people wasted
people tired of being tested
people die somewhere molested
used to feed the rich and nasty

black leather boots
kickin' peace right in the teeth
they're killing my baby

here's the priest
suckin' the boy
starting up war
blessing the bombs on the top of the world
somebody's waiting for you
he's breathing war
smoking up war
like fuckin a whore
just playing a role
he's stealing your child
raping your mind
he's blowing your life to pieces

all of your stars will be falling down one day
all of your stars will be falling down some day

some day
I'll be far away
one day
I'll be on my way
someday
I'll be missing you
one day
I'll be out there for you

for you
I'll be missing you
for you
I'll be out there

I need your hands in this one
I need your hands this time
against corruption and lies
mass destruction and mental slavery
I need your hands against discriminating nations
discriminating people
discriminating our right to live in love and peace

wasted and I see my people wasted people tired of being tasted people
die somewhere molested

I need your hands this time
I need you...

people wasted
people tired of being tested
people die somewhere molested
used to feed the rich and nasty

black leather boots
kickin' peace right in the teeth
they're killing my baby

sweet noise vs teraz rock

oto adres pod ktorym umiescilem swoj komentarz w sprawie wywiadu ze Sweet Noise, a raczej jego braku w jedynym rockowym pismie jakim chce byc pismo Teraz Rock.

http://noise-inc.podOmatic.com/entry/2007-09-12T16_59_28-07_00

wywiadu w tym pismie nie przeczytacie z prostego powodu. szefowie tego miesiecznika nie zgodzili sie uhonorowac i zaznaczyc wyjatkowosci projektu The Triptic okladka. tego domagalismy sie dla tej plyty wychodzac z zalozenia ze jest to calkowicie pionierskie i bardzo wazne dzialanie na polskiej scenie muzycznej. tego typu rzeczy sprawiaja ze przesuwaja sie do przodu granice tego co mozna osiagnac w kwestii laczenia kultur, gatunkow muzycznych, ludzi i krajow lezacych od siebie tysiace kilometrow. w zamian proponowalismy bardzo ciekawa rozmowe w tym rowniez z muzykami i producentami z RPA. sprawa spotkala sie z totalnym brakiem zrozumienia naczelnego pisma Teraz Rock. wyglada na to ze projekt Sweet Noise The Triptic to dla tego pisma wydarzenie zbyt malego formatu aby zaslugiwalo na zaszczyt jakim jest okladka . ot nastepna rockowa plytka...
boli mnie to ze najwyrazniej w tym wszystkim nie chodzi w zupelnosci o sztuke. tutaj chodzi o pieniadze, wyjazdy zagraniczne i listy sprzedazy. mozesz walic glowa w mur, przeniesc Kilimandzaro i nic z tego nie wyniknie jezeli nie jestes w grze. moze gdyby dolozyc do rozmowy bilet w dwie strony do Cape Town...
dla tych ludzi jest cos za cos, a nie cos dla czytelnika i artysty. shame...
The Triptic to dla artystow w afryce wielki i wazny projekt. dla wielu fanow Sweet Noise jedna z naszych najlepszych plyt. to sa powodu dla ktorych wymagamy specjalnego potraktowania tego albumu.
to jest jednak rola dla odwaznych mediow. takich ktore chca cos zmieniac, kreowac i miec otwarte oczy na zycie i sztuke. dla tych ktorzy jedna noga nadal tkwia w PRL'u ta rola jest zbyt trudna. wymaga zmian i rewolucji, a na to malo kto w Polsce ma ochote. lepiej kroczyc bezpieczna droga ktora gwarantuje profity i brak rydzyka.
to nie jest pierwszy raz gdy panowie na gorze zaspali, w swoim samouwielbieniu i zadufaniu przeoczyli cos waznego, wykazali sie brakiem wyobrazni.
roznica jest taka ze tym razem artysta cham zazadal czegos w zamian za towar ktory sprzedaja. gazeta muzyczna sprzedaje sie dlatego ze sa w niej rozmowy z muzykami, lata naszej pracy i ciaglej walki o przetrwanie wiec :

" double talkin' jive get the money from the fucker 'cos i got no more patience. double talkin' liar. no more patience punk. you dig what I'm saying...? "

panie Wislawie jeden z nas odwalil w tym przypadku kompletna wioske.
pytanie kto...

G or W fuck BMW.

In the name/11 september

Lyrics for the first song that was written for Sweet Noise The Triptic album. when Vahan Bego heard the track he told me that it sounded like a triptic for him. that was the beginning of almost three years of hard work. the effect is 80 minutes of music. 15 songs.
in this one Teba from Cape Town city is joining me with his vibes and message making it a " serious business ". yes big respect for my brother.

today my thoughts go to 11th September. this tragedy is a part of this song. it is a part of my life, a fact that is still too painful to accept. that day I felt as my world was dying, changing and entering a new phase. those explosions were raping me personally, leaving scars that will never heal.
The Triptic is dedicated to all the victims of war, their relatives and close ones.
I still believe that through art we can change the world. it's all about being conscious and aware. then comes the reaction, revolution and change. try to keep my eyes open even when it hurts.

peace.

IN THE NAME

Teba:
Intro: A music revolution taking place!yes man this is Teba straight outa Afrika cape Town city there bout ya along side Sweet Noise ya ear me yes man a serious business we ya deal wit musically ya ear me yes man watch we now style ita gwaan so ey world people 6 million ways to die we ya chose non of them why babylon them have fe fall Sweet noise and Teba na go cry!


I dig this dirt for a woman and man
I dig this dirt for a silent blame
and the lost name
pride
love
the lost soul
who's above you
no one just an empty money can
dropping bombs on my fellow men
and a screaming child
the old man stands
singing songs
of a freedom in the name

in the name
in the name of a man
In the name
in the name of my men

Teba:
U.N.I.T.Y is fe unity
But wicked man thema killing community

fugitives running
true rebel dying
they slaughter beauty
and the street still not crying-no
I see the president
spit on the holly graves
nations blind following
the dead trace
saw a child being trained to be a killer man
tears in eyes
guns in the little hands
missing brother
grave of his father
empty eyes what you've done to his mother

in the name
in the name of a man
In the name
in the name of my men

Teba:
Hey homosepiens hey human species
Have fe stop this war ita go break we to to pieces
Tired fe see the youth wit wolipa stichies
Babylon suck we blood just lke stichies

I gave this little moment to my self
this precious little moment just to myself
And I drop this angry burning words
on a red doted line
guess who is lonely
guess who is lonely

I'll dig this dirt for the woman and a man
for the love and pain, and a killing will
not that fucked up dirty, will to kill
do you know what I mean?
you know...

their exploding cars
their waiting bombs
the bleeding land
the eyes that hate
I saw man kill in the name of god
so high above
my world was crying

screaming child
screaming for the lie
the exploding gun
tears my beauty open
scream for me
my child

scream
scream for me
freedom
my freedom
freedom
in the name in the name of my man
in the name in the name of my man
I demand freedom in the name
of my dignity
respect, respect, respect me
scream for me
my screaming child

scream for me
and I'll tear this world apart for you
my child...