The Stories of State of the Nation
What you hear on this album will provoke, challenge and entertain. With the initial hopes of democracy fading, appalling corruption, and jarring inequality, South Africa has arrived at a crossroads where the choices we make today will perpetuate our legacy. What kind of future do we want? Are we ready to step up to the very real challenges and uncertainty that the future brings? Who knows, but one thing is for sure as you will see, we are not alone in this rapidly changing world.
Babylon State challenges the economic system that we see as 'normal' and how it is structured in such a way as to deny anyone who does not conform to a certain set of view and values the opportunity to thrive. Despite the challenges that South Africans face, we love to jol (party) - if you can't dance to Floorfilla, then you need to take a chill pill my bru. In 1955 a band called "The Ink Spots" recorded their version of the Schuster & Little 1932 classic Old Shanty Town which we found on YouTube. There is much debate about whether the band actually was The Ink Spots or not, but it can be said with certainty that the original line up made huge strides in race relations in the USA in politically turbulent times. South Africa and the world could do with a little more of this, so we thought we would cover the track and pay homage to this classic. We, of course brought it a little more up to date.
The track 41,000 Sisters reflects on the horrifying scale of violence against women in South Africa where 41,000 was the official number of reported gender violence incidents in 2017. The chorus “41,000 sisters strong” embodies the 1950’s protest chant “Wathint’Abafazi Wathint’imbokodo!”- “You strike a woman, you strike a rock”. Similarly When Her Body Remembers illustrates the innate power of women from birth to the very end and the importance of the realization of that power. Not to be afraid of a challenge, our efforts to produce the next James Bond movie soundtrack are a commentary on the institutionalised, corporate and political corruption prevalent throughout South Africa that reinforces inequality in our country – for no matter what bullshit the guilty parties speak, The Money Never Lies. In a similar vein, but perhaps less polite, Rand Theft Auto is a rant on the looting of the state in a process described as “State Capture”. Because this rapidly changing world isn’t all bad, Fatter Crappier introduces a range of South Africanisms into the mix including a hen, in a cage, waiting for grandma to administer an axe to it. This would spill its African Blood into the dusty township soil. Here is a provocative track that draws on the strength of African character in an era of new dynamics and cultural assertion.
The old-school reggae track How Many Names sticks to the topic of culture, reflected in the various stages of life that South African women go through and how society around them acknowledges these stages. Welcome to Welkom is a tongue in cheek showcase of a town in the Free State that is in the throes of a declining mining industry and with many challenges of unemployment and limited opportunities. Welkom is indicative of many similar places in South Africa that are taking the strain in a declining economy. That does not mean people do not know how to party – Nyabesaba is a Gqom track and represents the new genre of South African music that has taken the world by storm. The ‘Bank Robber’ featured in the The Clash’s 80’s hit is arrested, bailed, then released as a reformed ex con. Sung by the sweetest voice you will hear this side of Durban. If you cant make your fortune robbing a bank then Flashlights is a valuable commentary on fame and fortune in the age of instant gratification.
Finally, no discussion of South Africa can ignore the topic of land – Midnight Oil’s Beds are Burning was a number one hit in South Africa in the 1980s – here it is revisited, just for fun in the form of skater punk because without land you have to be skating on thin ice.
In between these tracks is a collage of narration, ‘ad breaks’, and commentary, all of which is intended to provoke, make you think, and reflect upon not only the state of our nation, but also your own.
Babylon State
G-Major-O
In this world ruled by hooligans,
it's doom daily, armageddon,
and ghettos we live inare like the devil's kingdom.
Of course, drugs and alcohol are involved.
washed up brains for sure,
pushed off the ship to shores,
and now their grounds are shallow.
Sello is still deeper than a hell hole,
getting to see more of the trap we are getting into.
Intangible, spiritual wars continue.
I still acknowledge the truth,
pass skill and knowledge to the youth.
Real news are hidden from view.
Take nothing at face value,
see through all the bull as you do
your research too.
Feed your brain the good food,
and not the residues.
In the hood there;s a real duel
between the bad and good.
You get dead or get the courage,
nightmares we face, fierce like a lion's pride.
Untamed in the heart and mind,
no attempts, no trying.
Doing right what must be done,
as time stops for no one.
Moving on-up-
to you to get what you want.
Thoughts run
so strong.
You must act on,
like this brainstorm,
brewed from
my mind to yours.
As your ears absorb,
words that form an electric song.
Exposing Babylon.
Chorus
Ey Babylon, where do you get off?
Trust me I'ma get on top,
and get you to fall.
You've been doing wrong,
been too rough.
All so false,
also unnatural. (2 times)
Some people worship evil,
only bad deeds the live through.
Enjoy others miseries and hate it when it's all good.
For such, I pray for you.
as much, as I wanna prey on you
victimize too and just begin to slew.
I'm on my quest to,
spread love though.
because that it is my roots,
let my Black thought bear fruit,
and become action too.
But never do what they do,
always do you.
The foundation is love and truth,
a formation so powerful,
Like a fire nation frost proof,
in this world so cold, I'm building igloos.
And I'm planting anew,
as aluta continues.
I'm here to uproot,
all that is not good,
out of a man's soul.
Babylon must lose,
it is too vengeful
venomous and vex too.
Negatively eventful,
blasphemous and sinful.
Never ever blissful.
it's only just bad news.
These are Godly views.
Babylon is falling, I'm calling on Elohim.
To come help crush the walls of the system.
It's too appalling, and so it seems in its schemes.
I'll kill them, with the power of sound and belief.
I'm so real and, I devour their grounds and their seeds.
Like in Israel, with the power that defies belief,
of an average man,
who never understands,
ways of the heaven
upon the lands.
Chorus
Ey Babylon, where do you get off?
Trust me I'ma get on top and get you to fall.
You've been doing wrong, been too rough.
All so false, also unnatural. (2 times)
Babylon is falling, I'm calling on Elohim.
To come help crush the balls of the system. (8 times)
Floorfilla
Ta-Bongz
Floor filler until the
Crowd get thick not thinner
I'll pull the trigger
No filler all killer
All juiced up on liquor
Hang on to your liver
A crafty distiller
You'll sweat me a river
Trust me to deliver
This pill it's not so bitter
Your girlfriend she's worth her
Weight in gold and silver
The tunes they're much bigger
Than yours are go figure
I'll turn you soul suckers
To brothers and sisters
Like Jackson, I'll thrill ya
Your knees they, will quiver
Line up your sucker MC's
And I'll line them up for dinner
The meters will flicker
Load shedding Armageddon
Put the bass bin on a crate
I'll make you shake your fat posterior
Old Shanty Town
Simmah, Tremaine and Ta-Bongz
It's only a shanty
In old shanty town
The roof is so slanty
it touches the ground.
Just tumbled down shack by an old railroad track,
Like a millionaire's mansion
oh baby it's calling me back.
I'd give up a palace if I were a king.
It's more than a palace, it's my everything.
There's a queen waiting there with a silvery crown
Shanty in old shanty town.
Yo, we are the sentinals livin in shacks
Coz believe me my brother it don't stop with us blacks
Makin do in old shantys the shit side of luck
Meanwhile all the worlds' richest hoovered up half the bucks
One percent are your owners I ain't talking fake news
There's a 99 chance shanty future's for you
Now you know we're all f@cked when white are singing the blues
Oh baby its calling me back
Shanty shanty shanty shanty
shanty shanty shanty shanty
Old Shanty Town
The roof is so slanty it touches the ground
Well it goes way up and it comes back down and goes all around and round
Shanty, in old shanty town
Shanty, in old shanty town
41,000 Sisters
Tremaine Barnes
This woman's work ain't never quite done
It's a wicked man's game trying to rule with a gun
41 thousand sisters strong
Too many women singing this song
Tried praying to your god to seek some clarity
Tried talking it with the fuzz to seek some charity
It all boils down to where you stand
Are you gonna stand up for the Motherland?
Chorus
41 thousand sisters strong
Woman gave birth to this human race
Every new born girl gets a can of mace
Now dance to the drum and feel the bass
Let's erase that tear from Africa's face
Now the road is long but the muti is strong
And the sun stands to judge over everyone
41 thousand sisters strong
Let's fight to make a right over every wrong
When her body remembers
Glorychild Ntuli
When her body remembers
It will most likely be on the eve of September
Where her veins are eager to water the floors of her musical chambers
The sprout of her soul would have forged war through her diaphragm pores
Her limbs would have fought a good fight and finally surrendered
The manifest of God's plan as it was intended
The blackbird's song will be easier to digest than the doctor's medicine
In comparison
Man in chains versus man in Genesis
She hates gravity
The fingertips of normality
Conformity
Touching the flutters of her feathers the society
That cannot contain wings that take off when they want to.
So she flies out of her nest, both from the straws of context, expectations and waiting
Waiting on the next paper, it was holding her down
So fly blackbird fly
Hold your head high and fix your crown
My god, specimens, so feminine, spiritual elegance
The eve of a genesis
The daughter of a dynasty
Forged between gods and angels
Frantically and fiercely, fighting fear, she dared to claim the sky and its sun rays
Feather by feather she grew
Further and further she flew
Her body... remembered
The Money Never Lies
Simmah
What's that face at the sky?
Falling out of grace and in and out of space and time
Is our world gonna die?
Save it for today tomorrow is another lie
I see that glint in your eye
I got you in my crosshairs making all those sweet white lies
You think these wings don't fly?
Better climb abroad this eagle cuts the clouds so high
And if tomorrow's lessons never learned
You'll count the cost of what you didn't burn
Cause the money never lies...
Imagine going to sleep at night
Waking in the morning all smoke and dusty eyed
Life of sirens, blue lights
Cool suits and shiny suits, the vulnerable are on the ground
Cigars and champagne up high
What happened to promises what happened to solutions
You think these wings won't fly?
Better climb across, this eagle cuts the clouds so high
And if tomorrow's lessons never learned
You'll count the cost of what you didn't burn
Cause the money never lies...
Rand Theft Auto
Ta-Bongz
Spin me fast on the money go round
The chicks go wild at the lost and found
It's a state run scramble like a fresher's ball
It's a gas to see all those scrambled hoards
As the jeering mob wants a head on a stick
We'll take down statues brick by brick
Like drunken Romans puked on the floor
The palate is cleansed so we eat some more
This band does play a weary waltz
And the crowd comes round with smelling salts
All the lies are weaved on an Excel spread
So your Momma has crumbs instead of bread
All the evidence buried so discreet
Whilst the jury stares down at its feet
The speech is slow and the tale is tall
So what goes up must surely fall?
Scrub the stains up from the bed
Have all known grasses filled with lead
Suckers, leeches fill your breeches
Watch the sharks patrol the beaches
Warning flag is set alight
Just given up without a fight
Rand theft auto, god's awol...
Use collection boxes at the side of the hall
Fatter, Crappier
Pretty Ramahlako
Fatter, crappier
Less productive
Not coconut
Drinking on credit too much
Irregular sex with phly two slice from the gym
Five tigers for muthi in bungalow dwelling jealousies
Habalazi
Like burnt nyama
Braaied smiley face
Sho't left driving into
In playa maphela hit
Atchar
Fong kongier, but healthier than self-destructive
Spent hen
Crossbar hotel awaits
Magrizza's axe to the giblets
African Blood
SliCe
Chorus
Our culture will rock you
Our bonds they will shock you
Best know the routes when you turn the corner
Else they will mug you
Yes they will f@ck you
This is the country now up in smoke
That legalised shit
Old jokes
Now our country be famous, famous, famous (x2)
Country famous
Legalized up in smoke
Chorus x3
Sometimes I roll up
And smoke a twak
Because I'm kak lazy af
And just don't give a f@ck
Must be this stale government
Djy(z) was die fool
All dirty and corrupt
But then I take
A proper look around
And see my brothers everywhere
About to erupt
White monopolists
Say what
All I see is
High black rolling
Coloured gangster generals
Cleaning up communities
Sh!t we even got white dreadlocks
I think I need some (ah-ha-ha))
Liquid demerol
Yes, them I roll
Chorus x3
They say South Africa
is dangerous
But our culture's contagious
Diy'(z) vet wors roll
African blood can be traced through the ages
African blood
Chorus x5
How many names?
DJ Sweetest
How Many Names
Welcome to Welkom
Ta-Bongz
Chorus
You welcome to Welkom the high points are seldom
My income does fail to maintain my rebellion
This town I was born and raised in void
Necessity means that I live unemployed
My only real joy is the power of song
This short education was learned in Thabong
Where once there was gold in the street of my land
The trash mingles freely with shit in the sand
Simple life glides along even though it is short
The weekend go smooth with a smoke and a quart
When our gods get too angry the ground it does shake
I believe in the Cape that is called an earthquake
I'm entrusted with secrets I'm sworn not to tell them
Just show me the bite and I'll spit out the venom
I'll dredge up the past to improve on tomorrow
We'll pile up the wisdom from which we can borrow
The spazas round here all sell kids cigarettes
Washed down with some Twizzer to help you ingest
Chorus
You welcome to Welkom the high points are seldom
My income does fail to maintain my rebellion
A life that is plain and a land that is torn
Like an old piece of clothing all tattered and worn
I'll eat up the money because life can be bought
What's the point in saving when life is so short?
Like a buck in a trap and my leg is all caught
cut it off, hop away and find some support
All we have is just talk as we braai round the fire
We'll cook up some truth you'll still call me a liar
Insanity reigns as the weekend unfolds
Thabong goes Fong Kong this cars out of control
One two six thousand voices as if one
Calls out to the gods and the planets and sun
Raise some dust and the smoke and then stoke up the fire
And we'll all take the drug which is known as desire
We gave up the gold now you have to confess
Explain the real concept of true happiness?
Chorus
You welcome to Welkom the high points are seldom
My income does fail to maintain my rebellion
Nyabesaba
T-Man
Nyabesaba
Flashlights
G-Major-O
Lights, camera, action. Fame, fortune and fiction. Lies capturing children, when fakes are forcing a living. Forgetting effects of their actions. They ripple and it's troubling. Dumbing down the whole nation, it's not rap, it's just mumbling. Like tongues stung by bumble bees, can't even speak properly. Permanently under lean's influence and molly. Ungodly celebrities with influence so scary. What'd they pass down to the youth? I'm concerned for my daughter too. What has music been reduced to? No skill and no talent, it's not what we're used to. For real, what I'm telling you, should be top-level crucial. In the industry be careful. The devil can easily use you, chew and then spit you. Realize you're not that special. Only been a tool, flashlights blinding you. Mesmerized like a fool, by the wrongful lavish life in the paper views. Of those who die like paupers too. Your running's nah cool.
Chorus
I got sunshine in my life, I'm gonna be alright. I don't want your flashlights, no! Keep them away from my eyes, my glow is just fine. I don't wanna be blind, no. And this little light of mine, Ima let it shine. I don't want your flashlights, go. I got my own fire inside, it'll always be my guide. Guiding me home.
Johnny comes to Jozi, and got lost in big city lights. See "Johnny was a good man" before the calling of the night. All he ever wanted was a good time and a nice life, and now not even a piece of mind - he has. To survive - he's been bad. Living on lies, after cash. Mesmerized by girls with big asses, who are only after his assets. And as it is, where he's based is acidic. In essence, he will be finished like an incense, to ashes. Thinking he's the freshest. Living on hijacks, and robberies. Probably, also contracted a chronic disease. Turning it up with the top dogs, now he's got the top fleas. From girls wearing crop tops and two centimeter mini-skirts.
Chorus
I got sunshine in my life, I'm gonna be alright. I don't want your flashlights, no! Keep them away from my eyes, my glow is just fine. I don't wanna be blind, no. And this little light of mine, Ima let it shine. I don't want your flashlights, go. I got my own fire inside, it'll always be my guide. Guiding me home.
It's flashlights like smokescreens, they'll blind your eyes, you won't see. Better realize, and quickly. They might take your life so easily, you'll regret why you chose them. So, turn a blind eye from the beginning. It's a matter of mind over beams, stage lights and pyrotechnics. No neon lights, save your life. The light is magnified, so your magnificence is a lie. It can be gone in a flash like - a blink of an eye. Or a speed of light, when you believe the hype, falsified, and get caught in it like - a feeble mind. Immature and uncivilized, clear truth is that you'll die, young and unwise. Dub in the mind, coz you dumbed it down. Now it's beyond, whether commercial or underground. Is what message you put on. Beyond bars and dropping bombs, clubs, cars and drugs, and random f@ks. We gotta change our luck, and our fortunes. Fame is not enough.
Bank Robber
Portia Mthembu
My daddy was a bank robber
But he never hurt nobody
He just love to live that way
And he loved to steal your money
Some is rich, and some is poor
And that's the way the world is
But I don't believe in laying back
Sayin' how bad your luck is
So he came to jazz it up
Never learned to shovel
Break your back to earn our pay
Don't forget to grovel
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
'Cause that's where we're spinning
There's no point to want to comb your hair
When it's grey and thinning
My daddy was a bank robber
But he never hurt nobody
He just love to live that way
And he loved to steal your money
Original lyrics: The Clash
Beds are Burning
TCIYF
Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty-five degrees
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent now, to pay our share
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore, east to Yuendemu
The Western Desert lives and breathes
In forty-five degrees
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent now, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, we're gonna give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
Original Lyrics: Midnight Oil
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