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1.
Satelliet 01:11
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 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
3.
The News 03:31
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.
4.
Ice Pyramid 04:54
Instrumental
5.
Een Oog 02:39
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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*All proceeds will go to a charity of our choice (for more details see thebuckfeverunderground.co.za)

The inspiration for the six tracks on this EP was the lo-fi recordings guitarist Michael Currin shared on the band’s WhatsApp group during 2020’s Covid lockdown. Toast Coetzer added vocals to some of the tracks and Stephen Timm added the finishing touches. We hope you enjoy the music!

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released December 9, 2020

All songs (c) The Buckfever Underground, 2020. Lyrics by Toast Coetzer. All music by The Buckfever Underground. Published by The Buckfever Underground. Mixed and mastered by Stephen Timm. Cover design by Alice Inggs, photo by Toast. On this record, The Buckfever Underground are: Michael Currin (guitar), Stephen Timm (clavinova, field recordings) and Toast Coetzer (vocals, lyrics). Vocals and field recordings recorded on a Samsung S7 edge. Guitar recorded on Samsung Galaxy A10. Clavinola recorded by a Roland UA-25EX computer sound card. Bier & Vryheid.

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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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