1. |
Like Spagetti
01:56
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Are you like spagetti, baby?
Straight until wet
Well if you're love sick puppy
I'll take you to my vet
She lives in my bedroom
Underneath my sheets
She'll pet yu good and proper
then leave you on the streets
Coz she's a playa
A bi-sexual suth-slayer
She'll predict yu screaming out for more
Yeah, it's her name you'll call
Coz she's a playa
She wants you wet like spagetti, baby
Sticking to the roof
Of your bi-curiousity
She has indisputable proof
So follow her to the bathroom
Let her spread your legs
Don't bother with names
Coz she will only forget
Coz she's a playa
A bi-sexual suth-slayer
She'll predict yu screaming out for more
Yeah, it's her name you'll call
Coz she's a playa
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2. |
Beer and Anarchy
03:14
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Vote for corruption or white supremacy
I vote for beer and anarchy
Say Zuma, Zille, Malema too
I'll tell yu what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna drink beer
It's a state of despair
Gonna drink beer
It's a state of despair
No I don't care about democracy
Say China gonna rule the ANC
Nkandla, kick backs, endless greed
I don't endorse your capitalist need
So give me beer and anarchy
No governing system so we can be free
Yeah, give me beer and anarchy
No governing system so we can be free
Say Zille's propoganda
It's easy to see through
Just look at some of those things she do
Blind busker beaten in the city streets
Shack removals
Poverty creeps
So give me beer and anarchy
No governing system so we can be free
Yeah, give me beer and anarchy
No governing system so we can be free
I'm gonna drink beer
It's a state of despair
Gonna drink beer
It's a state of despair
So give me beer and anarchy
No governing system so we can be free
Yeah, give me beer and anarchy
No governing system so we can be free
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3. |
Land of the Playa
03:02
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In the land of the playa
The one eyed snake is king
And he sits on his throne all day
Giving me that evil grin
Now I'm sitting pretty
In my cage of sin
And I'm starting to wander
How did all of this begin?
In the land of the playa
The virgin is the fool
She's young and she's truthful
An exception to the rule
And I stare at her with green eyes
Imagining her fate
And how life's twisted fingers
Pointed me towards hate
In the land of the playa
Redemption's a hollow grail
A twisted grinning megaphone
Willing me to fail
Now get on your knees
Sing the gigolos song
Let your tears tell the story
Of how this all went wrong
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4. |
Gypsy Drifting
02:27
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I been living on a couch for near seven months
And I got a lot of friends
And most of them are punks
And we spend our days getting drunk on the beach
Toes in the sand
Weasels just in reach
Coz we're gypsy drifting, couch surfing
Gonna be folk stars one day
Gypsy drifting, couch surfing
Gonna be folk stars one day
Now the sun is going down and the tide is coming up
Gonna head to the pub, gonna get real fucked up
Got no money, but that doesn't matter honey
Coz we know how to husstle a drink
In this
Gypsy drifting, couch surfing
Gonna be folk stars one day
Gypsy drifting, couch surfing
Gonna be folk stars one day
Now there's a moral to this story and it isn't death or glory
Take each day as it comes
Coz you never know what's happening next
n this
Gypsy drifting, couch surfing
Gonna be folk stars one day
Gypsy drifting, couch surfing
Gonna be folk stars one day
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5. |
Dance with Me
02:06
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It's all fucked up
We're all to blame
We should hang our heads
Hang our heads in shame
What's the point
To it all?
It's all for one
And none for all
So, dance with me
Dance with me tonight
That's when everything
Everything's all right
Yeah, dance with me
Dance with me tonight
That's when everything
Everything's all right
We get back up
When we fall down
But we hate it all
We hate it all
We get back up
When we fall down
But we hate it all
We hate it all
So, dance with me
Dance with me tonight
That's when everything
Everything's all right
Yeah, dance with me
Dance with me tonight
That's when everything
Everything's all right
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6. |
Fuck Christmas
02:22
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Oh, the twelve days of hanuka
never came to me
Coz my mom was a bad jew
And my dad an athiest freak
While all my friends parents
were on chiristmas shopping sprees
My parents were arguing
How much the hated
Each other's families
So fuck christmas
Yeah, fuck christmas
Say fuck christmas
Yeah, fuck christmas
And every year on Christmas
We'd be bundled into a car
To drive to my dad's family
They used to live quite far
And coz we only ever saw our cousins
Onece or twice a year
They though my bro and I were weird
So we would try to disappear
So fuck christmas
Yeah, fuck christmas
Say fuck christmas
Yeah, fuck christmas
And as I grew older
I came to realise
Why my dad hated
All this christmas bullshit
Santa's just capitalism in a red disguise
And he wants all your money
He'll give you nothing in return
Except for empty traditions
And unnecessary shit for which to yearn
So fuck christmas
Yeah, fuck christmas
Say fuck christmas
Yeah, fuck christmas
And then I started spending
christmas all alone
In peace and quiet and solitude
No family around to moan
And I'd call up all my friends
And they would come around and braai
And I realised that christmas
Was about spending time with the ones you love
And getting high...
But I do that every day
So fuck christmas
Yeah, fuck christmas
Say fuck christmas
Yeah, fuck christmas
Fuck, fucking christmas
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7. |
Where do we go?
02:24
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Where does the money disappear?
In a thousand cigarettes and a hundred beers
Drink all day, drink all night
Till I see your face
But where do we go?
So lost from here
We lost our minds on coke and beer
The bus it came, took you away
Now I'm losing myself
Everyday
But I'm not done with you
I'm not done with you
Drank all the cigarettes
Smoked all the beer
Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
Where does the money disappear?
In a thousand cigarettes and a hundred beers
Drink all day, drink all night
Till I see your face
But I'm down and out, and you're far away
And I'm drinking myself to death each day
Every rand, every cent
For my sins
I must repent
I'm not done with you
Drank all the cigarettes
Smoked all the beer
Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
Where does the money disappear?
In a thousand cigarettes and a hundred beers
Drink all day, drink all night
Till I see your face
But I drank all the money
The bus is gone
So I'll sit here
Singining this songs
And I dream of you love
Everyday
But I drink
I drink those blues away
But I drink
I drink those blues away
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8. |
We're all Anarchists!
01:41
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We're all anarchists
And that's okay
We're gonna fight against democracy
Every day
We stand for what's right
Don't gove up the fight
For freedom
And equality
Yeah, we grew up in South Africa
Where everything's not okay
We grew up rich in poverty
Coz colonials had their way
They herded people
Cattled, kraaled
Took their rights away
And we still suffer from these indignities
So I'll fight, for a new world every day
We're all anarchists
And that's okay
We're gonna fight against democracy
Every day
We stand for what's right
Don't gove up the fight
For freedom
And equality
Where first and third world's dont exist
And all we see is humanity
Where people can cross borders
With no passbooks and be free
Free from.. Neo-liberal society
They don't want you
They don't want you to be free
They don't want you
They don't want you to be free
Coz, We're all anarchists
And that's okay
We're gonna fight against democracy
Every day
We stand for what's right
Don't gove up the fight
For freedom
And equality
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9. |
Three Can Keep a Secret
02:03
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My baby and I went walking down the street
Saw a little lady, she was a fine piece of meat
My boy turned to me said girl, what you saying?
I aid that little lady she's good for the playing
So we took her to the house and we layed her on the bed
And we got inside that little girls head
Now she's dead
Now she's dead
My boy turned to me said was it pleasure was it pain?
He looked at me and his grin grew all insane
He lay me on the bed and he got up right up close
Whispered let me do the things that you love the most
So he tied me to the bed, and then he spread my legs
And do you know what that fucker said?
He said three can keep a secret when the other two are dead
He said three can keep a secret when the other two are dead
I said baby baby there aint no rush
Let me do those things that you love so much
So he unzipped his fly and I bit off his head
And I spat in his eye
And you know what I said
He said three can keep a secret when the other two are dead
He said three can keep a secret when the other two are dead
He said three can keep a secret when the other two are dead
But life ain't so much fun when you are tied to a bed..
No.. nooo- oh.
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If you knew what I knew
You'd probably drink this much too
If you saw what I saw
You wouldn't judge my whisky paw
If you been where I been
The day the men with the iron rods rolled in
You'd fight the same fight I do
You'd fight the same fight I do
You'd fight the same fight I do
You'd fight the same fight
It wasn't the first time the Kaspir's rolled in
Unannounced
No authority or official around to answer questions
To answer questions
So many questions unanswered
So many truths unsaid
So many questions unanswered
So many lies in newspapers fed
If you knew what I knew
You'd probably drink this much too
If you saw what I saw
You wouldn't judge my whisky paw
If you been where I been
The day the men with the iron rods rolled in
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Cami Scoundrel Cape Town, South Africa
Cami Scoundrel is back with a fresh sound that exudes raw feeling and nostalgia. Cami Scoundrel fearlessly takes her ideas where others are scared to tread. One part punk, another part hopeless romantic. A troubadour by nature Cami has traveled the USA, Europe, South Africa, Mozambique, Namibia and Lesotho telling her unique story on stages and street corners of all shapes and sizes. ... more
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