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You're my favourite politician
If it weren't for you I wouldn't be me
If it weren't for you I wouldn't be free
to sing this song in the clouds
with wings on my back to my Muttie below
crying for her son who went to your war
If it weren't for you
I wouldn't be at all
If it weren't for you
I wouldn't be at all
You're my dream politician
You did the good things,
you did the bold things
You took the brave decisions
Now I'm on a beach in another green world
left my Mother on Earth to hide from the drones
that target the heat from her heart
the whites of her eyes remain
unseen
seeing into the life of
things
seeing into the light of...
And it's an empty glass toast
Empty
Glass toast
Empty
Glass toast
Do you trust your politicians
Are they the voice you wanted
the fight you need
to take down the enemies of our dream
to perish under one law, one god,
one tongue, one brain no mind and terror for all
if it weren't for them
we'd having a ball
if it weren't for them
we'd having a ball
if it weren't for them...
And it's an empty glass toast
Empty
Glass toast
Empty
Glass toast
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Chasing the sun to Muizenberg,
tracing out waves in Kalk Bay
Under blue skies I dream you through,
salt is sweet on your skin my dear
Bulldozin Bergies off the beach again,
Kalkies diners order snoek and chips
Languid Sundays on a Simonstown yacht,
clouds are growing off Table Top
The Portofino swings from dusk till dawn,
guitars playing all day long
Shooting the breeze on the rocks below,
a perfect coffee at Lino's
Under the skies in the year of the wind,
Sifu Roy plays another song
Jammin with the moon in Beaverlac,
Fresh African water from camp-site taps
Walking barefoot to Danger Beach
The tide is rising on the Brass Bell Bar
catch of the day at the fishing fleet dock
drive to Kommetjie in a rusty car
Coon dancin on the pier
to a banjo's rapid strum
Beaded wire at Olympia's door
heart-shaped keyrings yer friends will adore
Smilin with all yer shiny whites
whales blowin winter tide
Speakin with a Xhosa tongue
g'day gets you...
… the sun to Muizenberg,
tracing out waves in Kalk Bay
Under blue skies I dream you through,
salt is sweet on your skin my dear
Chasing the sun to Muizenberg,
tracing out waves in Kalk Bay
Under blue skies I dream you through,
salt is sweet on your skin my dear
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Andrew Garton Melbourne, Australia
Filmmaker, musician, producer. Member of post-punk fusion trio Rat Kangaroo.
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