The Musical Language. By Lungele Mvulana

Trying to speak

 There's a guy on the stage and he's been trying to speak.

He's asking you to take your gun and Shoot if you’re a star,
With sweat and blood cuts on your feet
Fetch water from the of the side of the desert
Then read the book that tells us we are demi-Gods.

There's a guy on the stage and he's been trying to speak,

Dares you to walk on the water that you turn in to wine,
Die on the hill that you turn in to wine,
Die for your youth and the truth that you said in the darkness from inside.
Then come back with the keys of fire and unlock the skies.

There's a guy on the stage and he's been trying to speak...

About the helpers and those who need the help.
Those who get the money and those who make the money.
Those who love the love and those who love to love.
Those give the bullets and those who take the bullets; involuntarily.

There's a guy on the stage and heâ€â...

I promise you I didn’t do it

She said it was my fault I left her walking in the dark

After she asked me if her kiss on my hard head brought death to the spark

Even with the lights off her sounds could swallow me up

Her brain made my thoughts flow so white and thick, she said she needed a cup

In that moment the ceiling raced to my head

After spilling milk on the coffee table she said she needed comfort from a pillow and bed

She said if we start quickly it would end quickly

But soon or later I knew we’d be rubbing more than just shoulders getting sticky

Before I whispered sweat secrets in her ear I tripped and slipped into her

The walls grow wet from sweet as my own personal adaptor dipped into her

She complained to pleasure as I was poking through her limit<...

You and life

The love is first and lost
Words can only go so far
Regrettably I am bond by such
My heart points and follows. What of yours?

Love has its own life and cost
It’s only in darkness that one sees he’s star
Breath in and out life doesn’t ask for much
If your breath of life is hollow. Remember Hope opens doors

I remember truth through pain
I keep climbing on the thorny ladder steps
And try to remember promises made
Then greet the demons on the way

See vanity is the devils tongue with a sugar stain
Then I look for love on the mirror as soon as my anger taps
It’s only evil when promises fade
Your pain tells the demons what to say

When you’re at the top don’t let time go
You know, people fly up everyday
When it feels you’ve done enough keep going
Remember don’t stay up alone

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The Musical Language. By Lungele Mvulana

The musical language

Hello, hello my sisters and brothers,
Today I speak the word of our mothers and fathers,
The knowledge of our past,
To the souls of our future.

Where dose this new rhythm come from that we follow?
With loud sounds and words that are hollow,
We speak foul words,
And tempt our children to commit foul verbs,
We no longer love and admire the beauty of our women’s curves,
Instead we take skinny and bony women with wick nerves,
And mostly want our money and not our love.
Where is the class with which the white glove signifies?
I tell you now and only now this world of ours is coming to an unending demise,
Brothers and sisters I tell not to criticize,
But to say that our music needs a big change, not just little errors that need be minimized.
I cry, I cry please tell me, where is the good in our music,
With the kind of knowle...

Honor

Honestly honesty is what gets you there.
But to be a person of honor,
one has to live with honor.
Thus also suffering the penalty for honor.
There after one will deserve to be reworded for honor.
One also has to accept these with honor,
and thus die with honor.
To be rememberd in honor for your honor.
Thus making you honorable.

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Rise

Its time, time to call on our calling.
To walk the walk thats werth walking.
To talk the talk thats been waiting to be spoken.
To brake the boundries that have been waiting to be broken.
To brake the laws of our limits.
Because now hours are like minuts.
And days are like hours.
So we should precties to take whats ours.
Open your eyes as if they've always been closed.

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True purpose

We pay tribute to the sky by flying.
We pay tribute to life by dying.
Life being not constant but change.
As we are the foundation of what is to come.

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Move (Idea, Question and Answer) [this is a speech]

Greetings ladies and gentle men

Idea

Such is life that dwells at the edge of ones thoughts. Thoughts inspired by the heart of ones self.

Question

What happens to life when thoughts are put to action?

(This does not apply to children under the age of maturity [that’s a joke people, now Lough])

Answer

One begins to live and one will live a free, content and passionate life.

Ladies and Gentlemen: what has happened to us, to us as South Africans? Do we not see? Are we so blinded by fear, anger and hate that we now do not see how selfish we are becoming. Have we forgotten ubuntu and that ubuntu started with us and it is what we are known for and what we were born to live by? Respect for ones self, respect for others and respect for ones environment. Honesty to our selves and honesty to others. Hard work done not for money but for the love of it, and its be...

Fear of self

His fight is starting to show.

His light is starting to grow.

His mind is starting to know,

That his time is running low,

And so his heart is starting to flow,

And so he awakes for the stars and starts to go,

But fear is fighting screaming no!

As he’s answers start to glow,

He feels trembles down below,

He’s ground is unstable, he should have fallen long ago,

Because he calls me friend but I am foe.

So now I’m faced with a decision,

As I am aiming at he’s vision,

Because our lives are in collision,

Now to end him is my mission,

Because his brain began to listen,

At his fame and glory in transmission,

And now I stand in admission,

That his soul began to glassine.

I squeeze the gun it starts clipping,

It shoots out but keeps missing,

After the sounds of booms in repetition,<...