1. |
These Hands
04:43
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THESE HANDS
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)
These hands
These hands
These soft caressing hands
These hands
Beautiful, tender hands
These hands
These hands!
These hands!!
But these kind instruments
Can turn to stone
Total detriment
Remorse dies alone
Same gentle touch
To a cheek, a face
Can prove more than too much
Split a lip in disgrace
No gender rules
This ship of fools
Is sinking fast
Tied to the mast
These hands
These hard working hands
These creative hands
These Hands!!
These very same hands
Sending such sweet sensations
So hard to understand
Can cause bruises, lacerations
Tightened grip
Cuts off air
Life slips
Muscles tear
Fading light
The colour night
Is within you
Profess your love in black & blue
These Hands...
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2. |
Surfin's Tha Word
07:21
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SURFIN'S THA WORD
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)
He wants an ocean
He wants sand
He wants a surfboard
And 'Sexwax' in his hand
56K modems
And surfin’ the Net just won’t do
He hates the boardroom boredom
The 1000 buck suits & shoes
An overnight Yuppie
Inadvertently
There’s just so much money
In advertising, you see
Hey!
He wants the real thing...
Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfin’s tha word!
(He wants the real thing, baby...)
But big business life ‘aint so sweet
Sea water pumps through his veins
He’s smothered by concrete
And the cellphone fries his brain
Blinded by it all
The home, the 4x4
Before you know it you fall
But still you want more
The artificial waves
At Boksburg By The Sea
Are just as lame
As the ones at Sun City
Hey!
He wants the real thing...
Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfin’s tha word!
(He wants the real thing, baby...)
He wants to crack
A wake-up call
Another car hi-jacked
The final straw
So he gave it up for good
For a Kombi and a tent
Who needs food and
Who needs to pay the rent
See the babes bounce by
Sun sets and the waves roll in
Clear blue skies and
The most contented grin
Hey!
He wants the real thing...
Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfin’s tha word!
(He wants the real thing, baby...)
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3. |
Narcoma
05:31
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NARCOMA
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)
You’re slipping away
I want you to stay
No use to pray
As all turns grey
Plugged in unlike before
This life-giver can push no more
Paradise at a price
Now you’re stranded on that shore
No!
Wake Up!
Words - They fail me now
So reckless - Tell me how?
Just had to have another slice
Another thrill - Straight to the core
What am I to do?
This bond so strong so true
I roll my own loaded dice
Perhaps I should join you too…
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4. |
Handmade Apocalypse
03:08
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HANDMADE APOCALYPSE
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)
It’s the unwritten law of a corrupt century
It’s the underscore of a maligned millennium
A species of hate and strife
Disrespecting all life
Imminent self-destruction
Little boys with deadly toys
It’s the unwritten law of a maligned millennium
It’s the underscore of a corrupt century
A Handmade Apocalypse
In our backyards
A Handmade Apocalypse
In our backyards
It's the underscore of a maligned millennium
It’s the unwritten law of a corrupt century
Disgracing the forefathers
Rape their mothers
It’s the unwritten law
It’s the underscore
A Handmade Apocalypse
In our backyards
A Handmade Apocalypse
In our backyards
It’s the unwritten law of a maligned millennium
It’s the underscore of a corrupt century
What else is in store?
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5. |
Drone [v1.0]
02:12
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(currently an instrumental)
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6. |
Disko, in fur? No!
05:01
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Disko, in fur? No!
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)
Uh!
Ah, yeah!
Disko. Disko.
Disko, in fur? No!
Disko. Disko.
Disko, in fur? No!
Disko, in fur? No!
Disko, in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko, in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko, in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko, in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko, in fur? No!
Uh!
D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!
Ah, yeah!
Disko-in-Disko-in-Disko, in fur? No!
No-No. Soho. Coco. Disko.
Disko-in-Disko-in-Disko, in fur? No!
Disko. Coco. Soho. No-No.
D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!
D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!
Disko. Disko. Disko. Disko.
Disko. In fur? No!
In fur? No!
In fur? No!
Boogie down-down-down
Boogie-Boogie down-down-down
Boogie down-down-down
In flames!
Boogie down-down-down
Boogie-Boogie down-down-down
Boogie down-down-down
In flames!
Boogie!
Disko, in Fur? No!
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7. |
SexHex
04:48
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SexHex
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)
- See English translation below
> Afrikaans Lyrics:
SexHex!
Sy’s my - SexHex
Sy’s my - SexHex
SexHex!
Sy’s my SexHex
Sy betower my
'n Bose mag
Waarna ek smag
Ja! Ja!! Ja!!!
SexHex!
Ja! Ja!! Ja!!!
Sy’t als wat ek wil hê
Of ons nou staan of lê
My SexHex se toordery
Laat my kom - maak my vry!
Ja! Ja!!
Haar bonatuurlike erotiek
Maak morele etters siek
Maar dis net reg vir my
Jy hoort self een te kry
> English Lyrics:
SexWitch x4
She's my – SexWitch
She's my SexWitch
She mesmerizes me
An evil force – for which I crave
Yeah!
SexWitch
Yeah!
She has everything I need
Whether we stand or lie
My SexWitch’s magic
Makes me come – sets me free
Her supernatural erotica
Sickens moral fucks
But that suits me just fine
You ought to get yourself one
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8. |
This Minute
01:00
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No lyrics - audio of a thunderstorm
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F8 Cape Town, South Africa
in 1997 V.O.D drummer Paul bought a bass guitar while the band was touring Europe (with Katatonia and In The Woods). On returning to South Africa he started creating music on his own terms, with no restrictions. Anything goes. Coining the term Tekno-Grind for this solo project (which only utilizes bass guitars), the initial intention for what it would sound like resulted in an eclectic beast! ... more
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