Koos Kombuis Pockets Of My Jeans
I saw you turn the other cheek and smile.
I saw my father walk that lonely mile.
I saw a girl with a guitar at the crack of dawn.
I saw a beggar sitting in the cold with just an old
Nirvana T-Shirt on.
I saw the flames of Jupiter reach across the sky.
I saw a preacher selling expensive lies, and didn't
bother to ask him why.
I saw four young men from nowhere change the world with
yeah, yeah, yeah.
I saw blood against the window of a florist shop
somewhere.
There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what
do or say,
I'm scared of thinking what it means.
I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought
these pictures home to you,
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans (x3)
I heard the winter's first and only snowflake fall.
I heard the sound of rustling skirts like Degas
sketches in a mall
I heard the whisper of the traffic in a hubcap down on
second beach.
I heard the crying of discarded kids, somewhere
desperately out of reach.
I heard the bells of freedom chime for black South
Africa
I heard Americans talk like Americans, pretending to be
Americans, everywhere,
Even in America
There's so many things I heard today, I don't know what
to do or say.
I'm scared of thinking what it means
I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought
their soundtrack back to you
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans (x3)
I know the end is coming, and it doesn't matter when.
I know the end is a beginning, if it happens ever now
and then.
Worlds collide and tears explode.
Our songs are S.O.S. percussion messages in Morse code
I know the kids can hear me, there's nothing to explain
I hear murmurs of disapproval, but they won't make me
change my name again
So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight;
I'll sing it out.
We don't need no one to tell us what it means
I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to
show them too
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans (x3)
