[Intro] [male voice] From the night window. Yeah man. I'm T-H-A-N-D-I-L-E. Yeah. [Verse 1] The night rattles with nightmare children cry in the close-packed houses. A man roars in his snoring on quiet feet. Policemen test door. Footsteps of people under street lamps. Drunks return from parties sounding of empty bottle and old song. The young women come home. The pleasure in them thin. They trot like small horses and disappear into white beds. At the edge of the night all windows open this hot night and the sleep smoke in the dark making small red light at the mouth. Count the year of the marriage. Yeah. I'm T, man. Soweto. [Outro] [beatboxing begins] Give it up, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it up [vocal kick and snare sounds] [vocalized bass slide] What are you doing here? I was married in 1954.
