The Same

Land, land of my birth
Are you my mother
Or am I an orphan?

Where, where do I belong?
Will I find a place in this world
Or forever just wander around?

No, I don't listen to Kwaito, wasn't born in Soweto
I don't understand you
But I want to you know

Same, we're both the same
We share the same heart
We're made of the same parts

Please don't look at me that way
I already live with the guilt that I own
From my forefather's past
Does this land belong to the tribes who engraved her stones with stories of old?
They're long gone you know
Now this is our home

I want to strip you down to the core
Take off your shirt, hat, shoes and trousers
Erase my head, all the books that I've read
The language I speak, the customs you keep
Keep on going right down to the heart
To the pain that is yours, the pain that is ours
Tell you it's all going to be alright
Is it going to be alright

Heal, can you heal?
Heal, oh, can you heal?
Heal, oh, mother, can you heal?
Or am I an orphan?
Forever a stranger here

Same, we're both the same
We share the same heart
We're made of the same parts

-Dear Reader


I love the use of the human voice in this song.
It embodies a large portion of the spirit of this country. I sometimes feel like we're trying to assauge the pain of this nation with futile plasters, when it's a broken bone...like children playing at being doctors.

Oh well, local elections in 23 days and petty fighting on many levels.Ladies and gentlemen, let us present to you, propaganda... the poor are such a disatisfied, easy weapon.   

The world is in agony. Let me out.