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Satelliet
01:11
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Satelliet
asem in, asem uit
asem in, asem uit
die son sak gister
verskyn weer vandag
die lemoen afgeskil
en oopgesny en opgeëet
net om weer uit die
lug te drup, goudgeel en heel
ons is soms verbete
en met mening aan die poog
om alles om ons te vervorm
tot iets volmaak
’n flamink uit ’n vink
terwyl dit lankal is
’n vonk ’n vuur
’n veer ’n voël
die heelal is enorm en
’n satelliet hou wag oor ons
sien alles met ’n silwer oog
lei my deur die labirint
armlengte weg
na die laaste woorde van
jou droom, met koffie in die
hand, en skepe in die baai
trek oop die laai, glip kouse aan
skoene en klere
’n satelliet hou wag oor ons
ons moet buite gaan staan
om terug te waai
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My Geheim Aan Jou
03:47
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My Geheim Aan Jou
laasnag se vuurvat, hout en rook
nog liggies onder die klere
skoongewas vir dié dag
paar goedjies agterop, hondjie ook, kloof af
by die hekke gestop, oop en weer toe
toe swepie geklap
half vet gegee, en gegalop, en geglimlag
blink wange, pangoud in die oë
in die vlakte verder ondertoe
vlerke gesprei soos ’n visarend
laag oor die gravel dam ingeswiep
net ’n baber, maar ag wat
vandag gaan ons dorp toe
en die wêreld is ons s’n
vandag gaan ons dorp toe
en die wêreld is ons s’n
kyk hoe spoel die blou
tussen die koppe deur soos see
en elke aalwyn omvou
my geheim aan jou
saam hier in die stof
onder die son van ons ma’s
en ons vaders en verder
die vervreemdes en vergetes
in die tyd voor onthou
waarin ek en jy ook hier was
soos nou
meerkaaie langs gate, en kraaie op patrol
die turksvye is al wat terugwaai
die gesigte in die bakkies
te stug en te nors
daar’s altyd iets vir iemand
om haastig na te jaag
maar hier tussen ons hang woorde
lank sonder om te gaan lê
ons vat en vervorm
soos die kerf van ’n kierie
uit karee gesny in die berg
voel-voel deur die heelal
vandag en vir ewig
kyk hoe spoel die blou
tussen die koppe deur soos see
en elke aalwyn omvou
my geheim aan jou
kyk hoe spoel die blou
tussen die koppe deur soos see
en elke aalwyn omvou
my geheim aan jou
saam hier in die stof
onder die son van ons ma’s
en ons vaders en verder
die vervreemdes en vergetes
in die tyd voor onthou
waarin ek en jy ook hier was
soos nou
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The News
03:31
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The News
There is unease in the air, not far from here
at times, shots ring out – I am not sure:
is it that, or just a car? or is it just me, do I hear
that now, in everything, like I hear it too,
in my dreams, I imagine intruders, a window sliding open,
a shadow looms over me, I wake, there is nothing but the night.
In the morning, the news drifts into our lives:
a retweeted tweet, a WhatsApp from an aunt:
They have found a vaccine! Eat garlic! Drink hot water!
Alice shows me a funny meme, but I don’t know what it means.
I click on a website: They know I’m there, as I search the site
for important events, someone is collecting my data
so there’s a readymade advertisement waiting for me
next time, knowing I’ve been muttering about Mahindra
bakkies, or getting a new Samsung, or simply Cadbury’s,
or that I’ve just forgotten to brush my teeth.
Driving in my car, seeing the world approach my
window with outstretched hands,
I accidentally touch my lips, I wonder:
The virus, what have I been holding?
I squirt soap into my hands, when the lights are red
I even keep it in the car – aren’t the lights red for longer these days?
I think about all the new types of plastic, the facemasks
in the sea, the see-saw of history, standing in the balance
waiting like a tennis ball suspended in the air by
accidentally pressing pause on reality’s quarter finals.
A community radio presenter stumbles over
the words, and I cannot blame her,
I am surprised she gets anything out at all.
It amazes me how slick – even beautiful (I have a
favourite newsreader on Al Jazeera, do you?) – it sometimes
seems on the news networks, how fine their hair,
how chiselled the cheekbones, and how brief the footnote
of another attack somewhere in Chad.
There’s no footage from there, no smart phones were present
(Unlike when the shed full of fertilizer exploded in Beirut)
and by the time the authorities reach the site,
at the edge of a lake, where fishermen lived in makeshift
huts made from reeds and mud, the bodies are puffed up,
a layer of dust has collected over what has been the news,
and the Boko Haram has disappeared into the desert:
The djinns of their own destiny.
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Ice Pyramid
04:54
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Instrumental
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Een Oog
02:39
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Een Oog
ontwortel en ter see
in die leef van wel en weë
wier en bamboes
sitrusboord vol pampelmoes
die jaag van stert en snert
vereensaam in die stroom
en verstrengel in die droom
met een oog op die horison
die ander pal op self gebal
met een oog op die horison
die ander pal op self gebal
die vlot gevleg met vingers riet
’n soen geblaas, soos ’n ster verskiet
ek word wakker met jou hier
teenaan my wang soos ’n dier
en ek ook, ewe bang, ewe verwonderd
rol ons uit ons grot
stryk oor ons pelse
met een oog op die horison
die ander pal op self gebal
met een oog op die horison
die ander pal op self gebal (herhaal)
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The Valley of Dancing Stones
in the sky the birds seed song along flight-paths narrow and strong
I creak along a thought from where I sit, old, and wooden, and still
the fynbos on the slopes, the sea out on the bay
the snow-sown mountain tops, the quartzite plains below
all held here in my cup, coffee beans to my lip
meat-bone and orange rind, bubbling water from a tap
softening my skin, sand-papered in the wind
of time and talk, and being-with and being-me
we are not alone and we have wings, we have tongues and we can sing
we carry visions, we hold dreams, when we sleep
plate tectonics ensure that we drift apart, yet are crumpled together like a sponge
the Himalayas rise higher, and reach around to touch fingers
with our faraway friends, a flock around a fire
hold strong, up ahead, keep the course, don’t stray
roll up your bag in the morning, shoulder a load
and go forth: the sun sits at your back
nudging you along, through the valley of dancing stones
along the streams of bitter-sweet remember
the light flickering in everything
to see you, to see you
bitter-sweet remember
bitter-sweet remember
bitter-sweet remember (repeat)
hold strong, up ahead, keep the course, don’t stray
roll up your bag in the morning, shoulder a load
and go forth:
through the valley of dancing stones
along the streams of bitter-sweet remember
the light flickering in everything
to see you, to see you
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THE BUCKFEVER UNDERGROUND Cape Town, South Africa
The Buckfever Underground is a South African spoken-word band. They perform poetry in English and Afrikaans with experimental music. Current members Toast Coetzer (vocals), Stephen Timm (drums), Michael Currin (guitar). Founder member: Gilad Hockman. Also: Jon Savage, Righard Kapp. Founded in 1998. On Instagram @thebuckfeverunderground ... more
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