Everybody nose dive, hold your breath, count to five. Back slap, booby trap, cover it up in bubble wrap. Room shake, earth quake, find a way to stay awake. It's going to blow, it's going to break, this is more than I can take.

With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame. Whatever it is, we are all the same.

The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.

Once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher, oh Biko, Biko.

Self-conscious, uncertain, I'm showered by the dust. But the spirit enters into me and I submit to trust.

There has always been a strong relationship between music and religion. It is because they both plug directly into the heart and can have real power for good or evil.

Whenever we defend democracy we find oil.