.Feast - Watcher Of The Wall feat Oscar Lolang (Live At Fikom Festival)

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FIKOM FESTIVAL : Dandelion
.Feast performing Watcher Of The Wall

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Magis sadis mengiris ,bangcatt!!

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I wonder what’s he saying...

[@etunyunyu]

Pls anyone share the lyrics, full sama seluruh kata yang diucapin oscar

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[Intro] Malam dan siang yang tidak pernah bertatap muka Sebab diantara nya kemilau jingga masuk mengukir nama Akan jurang yang membedakan diri mereka masing-masing [Verse 1] The night is holding down the sun It's darkest before dawn I set my eyes on this wall that Separates us all Ooh-oh-oh This time now I know-how Ooh-oh-oh We're not the same after all Ooh-ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh [Verse 2: Oscar Lolang] When Friday calls all gather round And mocking can be found No responds made on Sunday Yet you here always wail Ooh, I recognize this wall Hmm, hat separates us all Ooh-ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh [Bridge] Dey bin hyah, dey bin hyah My medal's been birthing ever since a child oh na-na Help them Lord, help them Lord My voices were heard in the heat on that day oh na-na Kumbaya, Lord, Kumbaya, Kumbaya, Lord Oh our Lord is never he, it, or she Our Lord is never as well as Fa'afafine Shut down, shut down, shut down Hallelujah from the poplar tree Oh yes, we are different an' all ben Papua been bloodin' thousands of death toll If we crash, the militaries got all of our money If we peace, they gwyne their investments and honey But if they force to own those all that money We will be shed in forever constant irony Save me, shoot me Save me, rape me Lord, if my tongue split into three, then I'll strike up upon thee But somehow upon all of my puffed-up-ness We sank down deep in this river full of Victorian dress Break it down, Lord! Break it down! If I had a hammer this holy then I'll hit it everyday If I had a phone this loud I'll ring it everyday Don't, no more Captain Ahab This is a wreck ship and we've been sailing from the massive crack in Africa What if I named the whale "Milk" It would've bring us calamities that are wrapped in silk Oh God, in the name of Bhinneka We're expecting you, Lord of the Saints I gaze up to those flyin' crane They flew into volcanic plume That went to meet their hurtful doom Willingly Peacefully I am the watcher of the wall I am the watcher I am the hot iron ball Peace be upon y'all, fuckers Shalom Ooh-ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh