Biko
Words & Music:
Peter Gabriel
A D
September '77. Port Elizabeth weather fine.
A D
It was business as usual in police room 619.
CHORUS:
A D
Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko.
Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko.
G Bm
Yihla Moja!
Yihla Moja! [supposedly
"descending soul"]
D A
The man is dead, the man is dead.
When I try to sleep at night, I can only dream in red.
The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.
CHORUS:
You can blow out a candle, but you can't blow out a fire.
Once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher.
CHORUS:
D A
And the eyes of the world are watching, now.
D A
Watching you, now.
Improvise lyrics over the A to D vamp.