Like, like weeds
(x2)

That puncture the pavement cracks
(x2)

Two zones
(x2)

He pushed, he pushed through
(x4)

Alien blackness
Divided
(x2)

Two zones
(x2)

He pushed, he pushed through
(x4)

Somewhat elongated now
(x4)

Effortlessly slipping out towards a collective volume
Of blinding whiteness

He pushed, he pushed through
(x8)

Like, like weeds
(x2)

That puncture the pavement cracks
(x2)

Two zones
(x2)

Alien blackness
Divided
(x2)

Alien Blackness

Youn Cwi

Just wanna reaction
Positive reaction

When I’m alone

Slai Gome

Particularly
(x2)

Over time 
His use of mimesis
Became flawless

Particularly
(x2)
When under duress

The needle grass society he circumvented
Had been hard to convince

No heads
No centre
Just endless labouring
To fight dust

Intoxicating
(x3)

A full bodied slippage
Intoxicating
(x3)

Enriched with difference
(rpt)

A tiny blurred lens
Embedded into the perimeter
Was his solitary window
To the world

Moist nose and lips
Pressing against the spherical surface
As if drawing in water

All around the pinched edge
The air seeped in
It was intoxicating

No heads
No centre
Just endless labouring
To fight dust

Intoxicating
(x3)

A full bodied slippage
Intoxicating
(x3)

Enriched with difference
(rpt)

A Full Bodied Slippage

Time to get on board
(x9)

Xenophobia
(x3)

Desert’s getting hotter
Take me to the water
Let me drink the juice, it’s icy
Let me have a share, play nicely
Everybody’s dancing
Horse’s p-p-prancing
Time to get on board

Xenophobia
(x3)

Never in agreement
Always with resentment
I just wanna live, he’s crazy
I just wanna work, she’s lazy
Foaming at the mouth dear
Stupid cos I’m not here
Time to get on board

Xenophobia
(x3)

Never unaffected
Make me stand corrected
Bigot and you’re getting stronger
Crazy cos you’re living longer
Stinkin haughty laughter
Your daughter, I’m not after

It’s time to get on board 
(x3)

Time to get on board
(x8)

Xenophobia

I’m glad to have entered

I’m finally free
(x2)

Kanisk Kapu

Feel what they feel
(x2)

What do they feel?
Nothing!

It’s the grubbing about for morsels
It’s those hundreds of bits of
 Yum, yum, yummy
That’s what it’s all about Dear Friends
That’s what I’m here to get

Hey, hey
Say no to Geography
No stop for me
Cos I am free
So wipe that grin off your F.A.C.E.

Synchronous smiles 
Reveal only fragments of their identity
And with such limited supplies made available for imitation
An overburdening anxiety ensued

Our second draft would have be 
Much more
Authentic
They concluded

You gotta become them
Feel what they feel
(x2)

What do they feel?
Nothing!

Feel Nothing

Krup Cis

Wings are open
Flying high
Where you going?
Mothers cry

Shadow Grew a Body