Coal Train (Stimela) Songtext
von Hugh Masekela
Coal Train (Stimela) Songtext
There is a train that comes from Namibia and Malawi,
There is a train that comes from Zambia and Zimbabwe,
There is a train that comes from Angola and Mozambique,
From Lesotho, from Botswana, from Zwaziland,
From all the hinterland of Southern and Central Africa.
This train carries young and old, African men
Who are conscripted to come and work on contract.
In the golden mineral mines of Johannesburg
And its surrounding metropolis,
Sixteen hours or more a day for almost no pay.
Deep, deep, deep down in the belly of the earth.
When they are digging and drilling
For that shiny mighty evasive stone,
Or when they dish that mish mesh mush food
Into their iron plates with the iron shank.
Or when they sit in their stinking, funky, filthy,
Flea-ridden barracks and hostels.
They think about the loved ones they may never see again.
Because they might have already been
Forcibly removed from where they last left them
Or wantonly murdered in the dead of night
By roving, marauding gangs of no particular origin,
We are told.
They think about their lands, their herds
That were taken away from them
With a gun, bomb, teargas and the cannon.
And when they hear that Choo-Choo train...
(A jogging and a popping and a smoking and a pushing and a pumping
And a firing and a steaming and a
Chicking and a ... whaaa whaaaa...)
They always curse, curse the coal train,
The coal train that brought them to Johannesburg.
There is a train that comes from Zambia and Zimbabwe,
There is a train that comes from Angola and Mozambique,
From Lesotho, from Botswana, from Zwaziland,
From all the hinterland of Southern and Central Africa.
This train carries young and old, African men
Who are conscripted to come and work on contract.
In the golden mineral mines of Johannesburg
And its surrounding metropolis,
Sixteen hours or more a day for almost no pay.
Deep, deep, deep down in the belly of the earth.
When they are digging and drilling
For that shiny mighty evasive stone,
Or when they dish that mish mesh mush food
Into their iron plates with the iron shank.
Or when they sit in their stinking, funky, filthy,
Flea-ridden barracks and hostels.
They think about the loved ones they may never see again.
Because they might have already been
Forcibly removed from where they last left them
Or wantonly murdered in the dead of night
By roving, marauding gangs of no particular origin,
We are told.
They think about their lands, their herds
That were taken away from them
With a gun, bomb, teargas and the cannon.
And when they hear that Choo-Choo train...
(A jogging and a popping and a smoking and a pushing and a pumping
And a firing and a steaming and a
Chicking and a ... whaaa whaaaa...)
They always curse, curse the coal train,
The coal train that brought them to Johannesburg.
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