Freedom

“A revelation of the divine power of music to transcend the barriers of class and race and not only delight and uplift men of different colour, creed or occupation but also to make them feel as one by virtue of music’s exaltation and is a noblemen of man’s soul and spirit.” - Uys Krige

Under the heel of the boss
Here’s one for the road
Told the boss to get lost
And return to the unknown
He said if all this,
Could fill the body of a ship and be sent away across the seas to expand,
In the middle of an ocean and be turned into big dreams

Would I be free of the things holding me
Would I be free like some,
Yeah I‘ll be ready when my freedom finally comes

He wanted freedom
He wanted to feel free
Freedom for all to touch
And for all to see
He said, if I could turn this flame into a fire that never dies,
A flame to burn, yeah it burn so high it touches the sky with its hands

Would I be free of the things holding me
Would I be free like some,
Yeah I‘ll be ready when my freedom finally comes

If I could turn these shadows into a hundred silver horses
If I hurled my bitter quarters out into open water
History’s got its band around me
I got it, mother it’s my disease (x2)

Would I be free of the things holding me
Would I be free like some,
Yeah I‘ll be ready when my freedom finally comes