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This is a collaboration between Vic Holman - music, Willnlf - lyrics, and Bud - vocals. A few weeks back Vic sent me an mp3 to sing on. Around the same time my brother Will returned from India where he participated in a polio innoculation program, and sent me these lyrics. I'm grateful for the opportunity to put this together and hope I've done them both justice.
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Lyrics
The Streets of Delhi
the streets are dry and dusty
trash is everywhere
the buildings are all broken
pollution fills the air
beside a new construction site
a village has arisen
it’s made of tin and plastic
a horrifying vision
the laborers have moved in
from the countryside
they can’t commute to work each day
no one has a ride
so they stay until the job is done
and then they move away
the homeless people move in
no one has to pay
last night as we ate dinner
in our luxury hotel
right around the corner
people lived in hell
someone made the comment
they’re poor but they’re content
they understand wants and needs
at least they don’t pay rent
but I see the little children
their dirty clothes and feet
I see the hunger in their eyes
their poverty complete
I can’t find the emotion
can’t find the proper words
to capture how I feel inside
the sadness and the hurt
so I walk the slums of Delhi
do the job I came to do
to kill a beast named polio
help save a life or two
then I’ll fly home to America
show the pictures tell the story
but you’ll have to see it for yourself
walk the ruined streets of Delhi
the holy streets of Delhi
the hungry streets of Delhi
see the streets of Delhi
be the streets of Delhi
be the streets of Delhi
the streets are dry and dusty
trash is everywhere
the buildings are all broken
pollution fills the air
beside a new construction site
a village has arisen
it’s made of tin and plastic
a horrifying vision
the laborers have moved in
from the countryside
they can’t commute to work each day
no one has a ride
so they stay until the job is done
and then they move away
the homeless people move in
no one has to pay
last night as we ate dinner
in our luxury hotel
right around the corner
people lived in hell
someone made the comment
they’re poor but they’re content
they understand wants and needs
at least they don’t pay rent
but I see the little children
their dirty clothes and feet
I see the hunger in their eyes
their poverty complete
I can’t find the emotion
can’t find the proper words
to capture how I feel inside
the sadness and the hurt
so I walk the slums of Delhi
do the job I came to do
to kill a beast named polio
help save a life or two
then I’ll fly home to America
show the pictures tell the story
but you’ll have to see it for yourself
walk the ruined streets of Delhi
the holy streets of Delhi
the hungry streets of Delhi
see the streets of Delhi
be the streets of Delhi
be the streets of Delhi
Vic Holman
and you got your brother in on this as well! thanks for taking this on. i'm all smilles. and thank your brother, those are fantastic lyrics and your singing is top notch as well.
Thanks again for your and your brothers help on this!
Vic