Horn in the Dust

Horn in the dust — blow it up, up
Whole street moving when the bass line cuts
Horn in the dust — blow it up, up
We came from little but we dance like much

Dust on the sneakers, shine in the chest
Corner-shop kings never needed a guest list

Bakkie speakers open and the valley hears
Red dust rising like the sound has gears
Somebody's cousin brought the big horn out
One long note and every fence post shout

Farm boots moving on the clay
We been waiting for this day
Dust up! — let the horn begin

Horn in the dust — blow it up, up
Whole street moving when the bass line cuts
Horn in the dust — blow it up, up
We came from little but we dance like much

Blow! (blow it up)
Low! (take it down)
Dust! (kick it up)
Horn in the dust

I don't need a mansion for a big-room sound
Put one horn on a beat, whole city bow down

Boots and sneakers drawing the same round track
The moon leaning forward off the black
We work the land all week, tonight it's ours
Dancing with the dust and stars

If you know this road, if you know this road, if you know this road
Put your hand up, if you built from dust
Stand up, if you built from dust, stand up

The horn player wipes the mouthpiece clean
Steps up
Steps up on the bakkie in between
That horn is sixty years old
My grandfather blew it
At the mine gates, they told him no
Same brass, new lungs
Never got a stage
So tonight the whole valley is here

Horn in the dust — blow it up, up
Whole street moving when the bass line cuts
Horn in the dust — blow it up, up

Blow it up
Makulu, they can hear you now
Blow it up
Blow it up
Blow it up
Blow it up
Blow it up