Koos Kombuis – Duco Box Rasta lyrics

My forefathers are buildings in the sand
They left a thousand ruins across the land
I love them deep like salt, they feel bitter on my skin
I believe in pleasure, they believe in sin

In their castles, unaware of time
They are standing still like statues moist with slime
Melodies of gardens, memories of war
I can't hear their voices anymore

Listen to the crying in the streets
All the lonely people that you meet
Children of the change, caught like rats in a trap
But the little ones are dancing to the Duco Box Rap

Dancing with the free man, dancing with the foe
wishing I was yellow man, wishing I was Omo
Got to feel the breathing of faces as they smile
Got to run for cover on the golden mile

Now we're dancing to the beat of the rock and roll
The feeling of the mood in your soul, in your soul
I believe in ganja, I believe in Jah
I'm bopping to the beat of the Duco Box Rasta

We're running for our lives in the gutters of the 'Brow
we've eating from the scraps of the black man's chow
We've been living on the edge of the silent sea
we've been raised on the smoking of the Beatnik tree

We were victims of the struggle, and victims of apartheid
But we've got to reach the sun before it gets too late
We're crazy with belief, we are mad with disgrace
for we bore the brute distain of the whole human race

Listen to the jungle, rap-a-tap-tap
The boogie boogie bungle, rap-a-tap-clap trap
listen to the beat of the people in the street
The shaking of the castanets, the moving feet

Blessed are the prophets of rock and roll
And the feeling of the mood in your soul, in your soul
Do you believe in ganja, do you believe in Jah?
Are you bopping to the beat of the Duco Box Rasta, man?