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.

When we started OD2 in 1999, we were really expecting to work more with independents and so on because the major labels were spending millions on their own Pressplay and equivalents online, which haven't been very successful.

I stood in this unsheltered place, 'til I could see the face behind the face.

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

The rhythm is below me, the rhythm of the heat. The rhythm is around me, the rhythm has control. The rhythm is inside me, the rhythm has my soul.

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

Those of us who have the eyes and ears of the media have a responsibility to amplify the voices of the voiceless.