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This happened by accident, I swear on my ailing father’s life. Old dude is a revolutionary in his bones and got tired of me singing about love all the time. ‘Sing about our country!’ he demanded.

So I wrote this song for him and at the chorus…the lines Call It Murder worked so well I burst out laughing. Sorry Ben Harper. Anyhoo, this is a rehearsal recorded on Rodney ( my pianist and musician in crime’s ) phone. We bring down the house with this song.

PS, Daddy loves this song. He just wishes I could have worked the word ‘Sellout’ in there somewhere….that old dude is funny!


My scarecrow body is half way home
Encircled by tyres that are burning into flesh and bone
Now I hear sirens so loud and clear
But they’re just echoes of a past that’s always near
Every politician’s a Judas if you scratch under the surface
A poisoned mind leads to control
These fuckers want to coin your soul
Take away your sovereignty
You gotta call it what it is
Call it…
Now we use fire, toyi -toyi and throw stones
Speak to our ancestors through sacred bones
With our heads held high and our back so strong
We’ll raise our voices and burst into song
A slight of mind and stolen land
A dice and a bottle for the sons of Ham
A poisoned tongue and mind control
A no go zone for your heart and soul
They want to take your sovereignty
You gotta call it what it is
Call it, call it….call it Murder
I call it murder
My Daddy told me years ago
He said girl we need another revolution
We’ve been bartered and sold again
By politicians and holy men
Who want to take our sovereignty
We need to call it what it is
Call it….murder


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