The Official Lyrics

Kom Hier

Come here

the dawn translucent with the dark an accessory
forcing my eyes closed
in my head pulses a hangover
a beer will ease it make it disappear
but I just cannot carry on like this
because my body and brain and the sun don't understand
with my back against the wall I keep driving
but in the rear-view mirror my eyes spit fire

come here come here
the sun burns my eyes
it is far too early for another beer
but the sixpack screams
come here come here come here

I don't notice him until it's too late to brake
his body crunches dully and it neuseates me
to see him splat to the side of the road
and to see his body wet with blood
smeared over the hood of the car
I get very uncomfortable with his eyes
in a haze like a blind rabbit

oh fuck what on earth now
what will I tell his wife and children
who will weep and talk and continue to hate
I look over my shoulder maybe it's already too late
but the valley yawns emptily - as if nothing happened
as if it's saying: so much for your huge problems

with this new insight I get back into my car
my hands are shaking and I'm disoriented
what was his name? where's he from
I get paranoid that the car might stall
and every second I drive furher away
I feel worried and disgruntled
even the beer tastes bad

come here (repeat chorus)



Wees bevrees

Be afraid

he's a king he's a god
'n neanderthal bully with no cave
and beloved wife Sharon private and pregnant and coitally conservative
massages the neighbour's neck
in an entertainment column at home

he sits right on my arse
with his flickering blue lights
and roars: "pull over"
he forces me out of the car
with blameful eyes
inspects the whole car with a
"sorry sir I'm just doing my job"

be afraid
'cause Shane Cronje has an iron will
cars stall when his siren wails

be afraid
 














 






stop acting weird

well, how should we start? what shall I say?
your're fucking with something I desperately want
good. OK. fine - I understand
it's all about the Higher Things in life
but congratulations
I hope you feel good
all I can think about is your funeral procession
I don't want to talk about it
I don't even want to hate you
it was THE WORST

don't just stand there in shock
you know what's the matter
so stop acting weird
I can't believe you fucked it up
I'll never put my head on a block again
I can't believe that you fucked it up

you stare like a glazed Schwarzenegger leguan
trying to understand
I'll never trust you again
I really didn't think you would
but my head was on a block
and you fucked up badly
and Oom Kosie is on his way
to come thrash you with a stick  

don't just stand there in shock
you know what's the matter
so stop acting weird
I can't believe you fucked it up
I'll never put my head on a block again
I can't believe that you fucked it up










Tempo hewig

staunch tempo

pass me the snailbait
keep the rhythm steady
function at a staunch tempo
forever

keep the rhythm steady
your snail's pace bores me
function at a staunch tempo
forever

I'm glad not to be in Cape Town now
'cause the shadow of the mountain bores me
the hotels don't sell Black Label
and the autotellers are asleep
students use "like wow" in every second sentence
at the southern tip of the Fairest Cape
everyone's perpetually asleep
























vatso jou booswig

take that you scoundrel

the die is cast
the elder tries to entice
the sister of the Rider of Skimmelperdpan
his brain jars loose
a man stays a man
he grabs him by the throat
to refresh his memory

"listen here, Chris
watch where you go
watch where you lie down
watch what you tell the neighbours
I know you want her

it's really not a secret any more
I really don't play this game any more
few things piss me off like this
I'll beat you black & blue
'cause I drink like a fish

the elder gets the fright of his life
It was so intense he shat in his pants
he says "brother why all the noise?
I'm just doing my job
she's making eyes at me
your attitude is politically incorrect
if the government catch you
they'll shoot you
'cause we're all on the same side:
the parish, the police and the local newspaper

take that you scoundrel
scoundrel

her name is Dolores
with a body like a brontosaurus
quietly she develops a Prozac problem
that estranges her from her knobbly brain
she's a silent sufferer
and she'll always refuse
now she whines all day in front of the TV
on the couch of the Rider of Skimmelperdpan
'cause an overdose soaps = fun

take that you scoundrel
scoundrel

the guy keeps farting around
the Rider looses his temper
"Beware, you fucker, I'll wipe the floor with you
i saw the way you were peeping at Dolores
your eyes were glued to her body
you were sucking so hard on your smoke
that your head was in danger of exploding
I'm tired of your stories and your bitching

I'll blow you to bits with my grandad's front-loader
because I'm more pissed off than Mrs Rottemaaier
my species is the most dangerous on the planet
the rest of the world's trying to forget about us
it's carved in my psyche like marble panels
born extremely angry and I'll die that way"

and he beats him to pulp
and chucks him into a ditch
and sells the story to Huisgenoot

take that you scoundrel
scoundrel

















Twyfelaar

doubter

doubter
his brain objects

don't try to sell your hangups to me
don't knock the house down before you build it

I don't want to get involved in this
don't try to make your problems mine

your spent struggle happens outside of me
leave me outside your spritual slavery

his brain protests
doubter



























Koue vuur

Cold fire

the coals glow like earlier evenings
but the fire is in my head

and an icy wind scorches my hands
clutched around a cup with booze
the frost is a flame around my feet
but the cold burns in my chest

and I drink (of) and I think (about) the sweeter
wine against the bigger thirst
with a cold heart until the morning hour
I drink against the fire in my head
and I feel the cold, I feel the fire
devours me, piece by piece

the world's been tampered with too much
there's been too much wasting with people

and I drink (of) and I think (about)the sweeter
wine against the bigger thirst
with a cold heart until the morning hour
I drink against the fire in my head
and I feel the cold, I feel the fire
devours me, piece by piece

and the heroes, after all their bungling
lie deep in the crust of the earth


and I drink (of) and I think (about)the sweeter
wine against the bigger thirst
with a cold heart until the morning hour
I drink against the fire in my head
and I feel the cold, I feel the fire
devours me, piece by piece

devours me, piece by piece




'n Nuwe Begin

a new beginning

make a new beginning
make a new beginning
a new beginning
I am fucked

my son is a junkie
he injects Welconnal
I get trashed every night
in the station hotel

my mother and father
want to know nothing about me
and my buddies from earlier
have forgotten me

make a new beginning
make a new beginning
a new beginning
I am fucked

kick the machine

I know where I should be going
I know where I should have been
I wish I knew how to fix this thing
I feel I could kick the machine

kick the machine




koue vuur
music & lyrics by Koos du Plessis

die kole gloei soos vroeër aande
maar die vuur is in my kop

en 'n ysige wind skroei my hande
vas om die beker met dop
die ryp is 'n vlam om my voete
maar die koue brand in my bors

en ek drink en ek dink aan die soeter
wyn teen die groter dors
met 'n koue hart tot die môre-uur
drink ek teen die vuur in my kop
en ek voel die koue, ek voel die vuur
vreet my stuk-stuk op

daar's te veel met die wêreld gefoeter
daar's te veel met die mense gemors

en ek drink en ek dink aan die soeter
wyn teen die groter dors
met 'n koue hart tot die môre-uur
drink ek teen die vuur in my kop
en ek voel die koue, ek voel die vuur
vreet my stuk-stuk op

en die helde na al die geploeter
lê diep in die aarde se kors

en ek drink en ek dink aan die soeter
wyn teen die groter dors
met 'n koue hart tot die môre-uur
drink ek teen die vuur in my kop
en ek voel die koue, ek voel die vuur
vreet my stuk-stuk op

vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op



lie if you have to

I thought I'd be cool
I thought I'd be nice
I thought I wouldn't blame you
or give you advice

but now that's all over
now that's all dead
that last little comment
stays stuck in my head

don't know what happened
was it me or was it you?
we just lied when we had to

we spoke about love
we spoke about hate
we spoke about comments
that would change our fate

I just couldn't believe it
my heart turned to lead
when your granite face told me
"forget what I said"

don't know what happened
was it me or was it you?
we just lied when we had to

don't know if you miss me
but tell me that you do
lie if you have to
lie if you have to



'n nuwe begin

maak 'n nuwe begin
maak 'n nuwe begin
'n nuwe begin
ek is in my moer in

my seun is 'n junkie
hy spike welconall
ek raak elke aand vrot
in die stasie-hotel

my vader en moeder
wil niks van my weet
en my chinas van vroeër
het my al vergeet

maak 'n nuwe begin
maak 'n nuwe begin
'n nuwe begin
ek is in my moer in

Protskrog - die lirieke

I'm home

I see you're groping for the door
I see you're sliding on the floor
but it's too late, Wendy
it's too late, Wendy
it's too late, Wendy, I'm home

so why have you locked the door, my pretty
you knew it would be no use
did you really think that door would stop me
and stand up to the abuse?
'cause in a minute or two
I'll get my hand through
by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin

nice place we have here
I haven't been here for a while
& you don't need to worry, the other doors are safe
that back there was just not my style
but now I'm slightly perturbed
because you're hiding in the bathroom
and the slider says: do not disturb 

I see you're groping for the door
I see you're sliding on the floor
but it's too late, Wendy
it's too late, Wendy
it's too late, Wendy, I'm home




kom hier

die skemer deursigtig met die donker medepligtig
wat my oë geleidelik toe-forseer
in my kop klop 'n hangover
'n bier sal dit wegtower en dit besweer
maar ek kan nie kan nie kan nie
langer so aangaan nie
want my liggaam en my brein en die son verstaan nie
met my rug teen die muur
hou ek aan bestuur
maar my oë in die spieël spoeg vuur

kom hier kom hier
die son brand my oë
dis heeltemal te vroeg vir nog 'n bier
maar die sixpack skree: 
kom hier! kom hier! kom hier!

ek sien hom te laat om te probeer briek
sy lyf kraak dof en dit maak my siek
toe ek sien hoe hy spat na die kant van die pad
en ek kan sien sy lyf is nat
van die bloed wat gesmeer is oor die bonnet van my kar
ek raak baie ongemaklik want sy oë het verstar
in 'n waas in 'n waas soos 'n blinde haas

o my fok wat op aarde nou
wat de moer gaan ek sê vir sy kinders en sy vrou
wat sal ween sal praat en sal aanhou haat
en ek kyk oor my skouer want dis dalk te laat
maar die vlakte gaap kaal asof niks gebeur het
asof dit sê "so much vir jou groot probleem"

met hierdie nuwe insig klim ek terug in my kar
maar my hande bewe en ek is in die war
wat was sy naam? waar kom hy vandaan?
ek raak paranoid dat die kar sal gaan staan
en elke sekonde ry ek verder weg
en voel bekommerd en bedonnerd
selfs die bier smaak sleg

kom hier kom hier
die son brand my oë
dis heeltemal te vroeg vir nog 'n bier
maar die sixpack skree: 
kom hier! kom hier! kom hier!


wees bevrees
want hy's 'n koning, hy's 'n god
'n neanderthal-bullebak sonder 'n grot
en vroulief Sharon privaat en pregnant en kuis
masseer die buurman se nek
in 'n entertainment column by die huis

hy ry reg op my gat
met sy blitsende blou lig
en bulder "trek af!"
hy dwing my uit my kar uit
met oë vol verwyt
inspekteer die hele kar met 'n
"jammer meneer maar ek doen maar net my plig"

wees bevrees
want Shane Cronje het 'n ystere wil
wees bevrees
as sy sirene skree hou karre stil

wees bevrees





oil slick schizophrenic

come on come on come on
why don't you pick up that gun?
your miserable existence is no fun any more
I come to settle the score
so come on

the oil slick rainbow is shouting at me
through its eyes I can clearly see
patches of land buried under scrapyards
circling mechanical voltures
scaring me taunting me yelling at me
down in the pit with bathroom reverb
too loud, distorting like my own voice
giving me the final choice:

come on come on come on
why don't you pick up that gun?
your miserable existence is no fun any more
I come to settle the score
so come on

now is the time to stop threatening
to suffocate the lie
too late now to feign suffering
too late to keep asking why
my own reflection frustrated with hate
is yelling back at me:
this world is far too small for the 2 of us
it's time to set me free

come on come on come on
why don't you pick up that gun?
your miserable existence is no fun any more
I come to settle the score
so come on




Lucy from the steakhouse in Delmas

she's always complaining at table no. 7
with the paranoid panoramic view of a mine dump
the new manager is usually forced to listen
"too late" they always say
but hey
what can a man do
when your customers want more of you
other than a meal
like

Lucy from the steakhouse in Delmas
that's her in the corner with a miniature
seventh pending manager due
(or maybe not)

but hey
what can a girl do
when she's thirty and she's broody
and she likes to play dirty like Lucy
like

Lucy from the steakhouse in Delmas
that's her in the corner
with a pending paternity suit
that doesn't fit the manager

or maybe not




villa ding

access denied
some songs are precious

in the temple of the shitheads
they pray to their copyright salmonella god
some songs are sacred
some songs are precious
don't touch our black dot idols
or we might get vicious




stop acting weird

nou ja, hoe sal ons begin, wat sal ek sê?
jy neuk nou met iets wat ek baie graag wil hê
goed, OK, fine ek verstaan
dis die hoër dinge waarom dit gaan
maar baie geluk
ek hoop jy voel goed
al waaraan ek dink is jou begrafnisstoet
en ek wil nie daaroor praat nie
(en ek wil jou nie eers haat nie)
dit was baie             swak

moenie net daar staan in skok nie
jy weet wat's verkeerd so
stop acting weird
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie
ek sit nooit weer my kop op 'n blok nie
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie

jou oë verstar soos 'n Schwarzenegger likkewaan
soos jy probeer verstaan
ek sal jou nooit weer vertrou nie
ek het wragtig nie gedink jy sou nie
maar my kop was op 'n blok
en jy't lelik opgefok
en Oom Kosie is op pad om jou te moer met 'n stok

moenie net daar staan in skok nie
jy weet wat's verkeerd so
stop acting weird
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie
ek sit nooit weer my kop op 'n blok nie
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie





tempo hewig

pass vir my die slakgif
tempo
hou die ritme stewig
funksioneer teen tempo hewig
vir ewig

hou die ritme stewig
jou slakkepas bly nog maar vervelig
funksioneer teen tempo hewig
vir ewig

ek is bly ek's nie nou in Kaapstad nie
want the shadow of the mountain laat my gaap
die hotelle verkoop nie black label nie
en die autotellers is aan die slaap
studente sê in elke 2de sin "like wow"
aan die suidpunt van die Mooiste Kaap
aan die suidpunt van die Mooiste Kaap
is almal altyd aan die slaap

hou die ritme stewig
jou slakkepas bly nog maar vervelig
funksioneer teen tempo hewig
vir ewig



heeere kitty kitty

it's so stuffy in here
I feel like a beer
and some fauna with rice
something nice
like this lion over here
the whole thing is clear
get the plan into gear
no fear

I'll stroke his head and get it on my ninicam
and show my friends back home
just who I am
the nephew of the son of Sam

so they can greet me like Spock
with "no shit, sherlock"
score us some more of that rhino horn
you were really excellent to get us such
amazing burundian porn

heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
so I can shoot you full of MSG
and put your head up in my bar
get into the car
get into the car
get into the car

stop the car
we're far too far
I feel like a boyscout
I want to get out & be
one with nature
in an african Adventure
stop yelling at me

the big one's making af funny noise
I'll be hit with the boys if I can get this shot
I might be a fool
but I'm mister cool
and the lions are not
they're starting to drool
I'd love to go & play
but their eyes seem to say
"hey thanks a stack for this
great little snack"

heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
so I can shoot you full of MSG
and put your head up in my bar
get into the car
get into the car

cross no more rivers

spare me all those hangups
the feeling makes me sick
you'd really like to enjoy yourself
but those bad moods seem to stick

yes you loose little cannon
this is the final poem
forgive my verbosity
echoing through that empty dome

staring at the love lies
I lock the door
I cannot believe
I cannot believe
that I wanted more of you

I used to agonise about you
now I don't know why
'cause I just couldn't care
whether you live or die

the sun is setting
the tide has turned
cross no more rivers
all those bridges are burned

staring...
...of you

oh no! was that a smile?
did you actually feel better for a little while
better kill that feeling while there's still time
because dissention from sadness
is a punishable crime

staring...
...of you













scream

I want to set your hair on fire
so you can slap yourself to death
I hope it burns like a tyre
with nothing but the smell of roast
on your breath

I want to hear you scream

here I am juggling seven icicle chainsaws
in my petrified forest heart
under a spell of rage
breaking out of its cage
consuming you with flames
yeah

I want to hear you scream
scream

you'll kitsch around like a painted pierrot
with a clawing pain in your spine
this agony you will feel
will be the same as mine
yeah

I want to hear you scream
scream



vatso jou booswig
die koeel is deur die kerk
want die ouderling sleep vlerk
by die sussie van die
ruiter van skimmelperdpan
die ou se kop haak uit
want 'n man bly 'n man
en hy gryp hom aan die keel
om sy geheue te verfris
"luister hier, Chris
pasop waar jy gaan
pasop waar jy lê
pasop vir wat jy vir die bure sê
ek weet jy wil haar hê

dit is lankal nie meer 'n geheim nie
ek speel lankal nie meer hierdie game nie
daar is min dinge wat my só afpis
ek moer jou kis
want ek suip soos 'n vis


die ouderlig skrik hom koud
hy't skoon gekak in sy broek, hy was benoud
hy sê  "broer vir wat dan so 'n rumoer
ek doen maar net my werk
dis sy wat vir my loer
jou houding is polities onkorrek
as die regering jou nou kry
skiet hulle jou vrek
want ons is almal aan dieselfde kant
die gemeente, die polisie en 
die plaaslike koerant

vatso jou booswig
booswig

haar naam is Dolores
met 'n lyf soos 'n brontosaurus
sy ontwikkel in die stilte 'n prozac probleem
wat haar blitsig van haar knopperige brein vervreem
sy's 'n stille lyer
en sy sal altyd weier
nou sit sy die heeldag voor die TV en teem
op die bank van die ruiter van Skimmelperdpan
want 'n oordosis soaps = fun

vatso jou booswig
booswig

die ou bly hanna-hanna
die ruiter strip sy moer
"pasop jou swernoot, met jou was ek die vloer
 ek het gesien hoe jy vir Dolores loer
 jou oë was vasgeplak aan haar lyf
 jou kop wou ontplof so't jy gesuig aan jou skyf
 ek is moeg vir jou stories en jou gekyf

 ek skiet jou aan flarde mrt my oupa se voorlaaier
 want ek is meer bedonnerd as juffrou Rottemaaier
 my spesie is die gevaarlikste op die planeet
 die res van die wêreld probeer van ons vergeet
 dis soos marmerpanele in my psige gekerf
 de moer in gebore, en so sal ek sterf"

en hy bliksem hom dik
en gooi hom in 'n sloot
en verkoop die storie aan Huisgenoot

vatso jou booswig
booswig

"jou ma man"
"wat van my fokken ma?"
"haar ma man"
"ouens!"
(hahaha)




lie if you have to

I thought I'd be cool
I thought I'd be nice
I thought I wouldn't blame you
or give you advice

but now that's all over
now that's all dead
that last little comment
stays stuck in my head

don't know what happened
was it me or was it you?
we just lied when we had to
don't know if you miss me
but tell me that you do
lie if you have to
lie if you have to



twyfelaar

twyfelaar
sy brein maak beswaar

moenie jou hangups aan my probeer verkoop nie
moenie voor jy die huis bou die fokken ding wil sloop nie

(en hy was sy hande in onskuld)
(I deny this emphatically)

ek wil nie in die ding betrokke raak nie
moenie julle probleme probeer myne maak nie

julle uitgediende stryd gebeur buite my
los my buite julle geestelike slawerny

(re-constructive surgery....)

sy brein maak beswaar
hy bly 'n twyfelaar



another dawn

another dawn
another night gone to waste
another dawn
one notch down
another dawn

my eyes cannot take the strain
of the pale yellow rays poking into my brain
wigglings swim in front of my eyes
like little fluffy clouds in the paleing skies

my shoulders contract with preservative tension
all social skills are on old age pension
I'm so tired that I can hardly speak
but this shit won't let me go to sleep

another dawn
another night gone to waste
another dawn
one notch down
another dawn

I'm fishing for shards of my eyesight
in the glaring pool of white hot sunlight
my ears are thundering with a huge big bass
strobing like a twitch through the skin on my face

the city is alive with the sounds of concrete
grey like the electronic maggots in my feet
I feel myself slowly warming in the sun
another dawn - let's have some fun



the revised smokers' lament

unclean
unclean
unclean

don't come near me
I am soaked in nicotene

unclean
unclean
unclean...



missing details

so where could you go to escape the rust
that clings to your mind, that corrodes your soul
with promises

so where could you go to hide from the flames
in your ears, in your eyes, burning away through
your disguise
you can't keep it inside
it refuses to hide
with the closet forced open
the skeletons talk

after the thunder
after the rain
I stare at the shards of self
re-organising again

like missing details



(hidden track)

too late to cry
too late to turn
we are trapped in here
and we're going to burn

burn

etc.