OppiKoppi, Paradeisos

Excuse me
while I lose myself
In this dome of dusty tracks, history reloaded & reality deconstructed

Misconduct, reconfigured, shamelessly blurred
The docks fitted with stale beer, hefty blankets of smoke and gore 
Smells of sweet guilt
The couch fleas sucking and sipping
Jumping to the same rhythm
The one in their heads that burn
Let this warped congregation sing its hymns
Oh holy, holy, holy
We’re lost, come find us

The dirt, musk, trample with malice
It smells of a shared promise
One we made to the Gods
That we’ll surrender and scream
dance until our lungs need help
Fortitude within us
Unless you’re on your bed
Crying to be taken
Why would you cease this warped paradise? 
One that promises you complete freedom
And one that ends too suddenly
Leaving you heaving for more 


It wasn’t me…Kaapstad styl ne

Got this via e-mail today. Like this version better.

Shaggy’s ‘It wasn’t me’ in Kaapstad Afrikaans: ‘Dit wassie ekkie’

Linkin Park crawling to SA!

Finally, Linkin Park is coming to South Africa and I couldn’t be happier! I fell in love with the hard rock back in the day when I was still a bustling teen whose music taste gathered anything from Linkin Park’s nu metal and Blink 182’s pop punk to Destiny’s Child’s pop R&B and Beastie Boys’ hip hop. But Linkin Park’s raw rock, rap metal and powerful lyrics was my firm favourite. Chester’s voice was my go-to and I hoped that one day I’d see them live. Linkin Park has always been on my music bucket list and finally they’ve made the move to tour Africa. After a decade of adoration, Linkin Park is stopping by in Jozi and Cape Town in November 2012.

7 November – Cape Town

10 November – Johannesburg


Go to http://www.computicket.com/ for tickets

Here’s some Linkin Park favourites. Hard to pick.


Happy Birthday Madiba


Deafening icon

A boxer’s gloves

A saint’s heart

A fighter’s rage for freedom

Making colours washed

And carrying hope

under chain

under history’s turmoil


and schemes

 A strong heart

And hope that this will be his legacy

A forever design

Struggle in life, life for struggle

After climbing a great hill, one will find many more hills to climb


And he climbed

Flag on the hill of colours

sweeping moments where people shook their heads


ran away

only to find that the flag kept waving

 It always seems impossible until its done.

And it wasn’t ridiculous

The brawl for recognition and humanity

Let freedom reign. The sun never set on so glorious a human achievement.

And may the rays flicker



 When the water starts boiling it is foolish to turn off the heat.

So we carry on with beginnings

With no end in sight

So we can keep

An inheritance of abandon

And promise

 Qunu’s father

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

And we get up

And again

And again

Zipping up Zuma

All art requires courage
To stir, to irritate, to go against the grain
isn’t that what art is all about?

Oh mighty spear, zip it up will you?
Stay rigid in times of struggle; I warrant esteem
A shuffle of the spectacles, a clear giggle, a sex scandal
I’m in power!
I can’t bear the paint
What is this hanging?
It’s private, I’m private, we’re private
I am a stallion but zip it up
While I manage up the fraud, the crimes, my friends in high places
who eat caviar while you eat…
What do you eat?
They have guns, have drivers, have a pocket-full of Visa

Respect me, I say
The rape
The nepotism
The deception
Abide in the concave of our democracy
So the police can reign

You are
Oh, my people

It is my Zulu spear, blunt, unfocused
deadly to the hearts of freedom
Surely, it should be bigger. My spear
No, hide it
So I can hide
Oh don’t judge me my people
it’s not sanctioned
Shout my name
because I am your leader
remember that freedom means you can’t offend me
Don’t hurt my feelings
I’ll hurt your sovereignty
What’s a parody?
What is justice
Stop dicking around
Please zip me up
while I zip you down