88 Kilos of Sunshine - Savannah (feat. Nechama Brodie)

I hate myself, the men I've known
Take their pleasure on my stone
Cast their seed into my hell
Whisper secrets, I won't tell

Flicker screen, Savannah Queen
Golden head of sorrow's sheen...

Dead soul long ago deceased
Nerves are frayed and fear released
Clipped wings hold back soaring flight
Nailed to the lense's cross I die...

Remembered as a beauty-queen
For hand-held joy in front of TV screens
Fuck you and your walnut brain
Hated me as a whore insane
Switch the channel-PBS
Children watching lunatics
Blur of hands and pills galore
Wanted peace and nothing more...

Voices heard within deplore
Flesh and hair exposed ignored
Queen of starlight- darkness reigns
God has died and so has sins...

Prickled by the thought
Nurtured by the doubt
Legalise the contraband
To rest upon your shores
Bonds will break by wilfull cost
I know not what it is I've lost
Tremors breaking out in cold
Plunge the needle down and hold...

Written by:
Jacobus Rossouw

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