getting through it is all you have to do
all this pointless **** life puts you through
believe me, i know it can get pretty rough
i know what it's like to have had enough

but somewhere you'll be missed
and somewhere you'll be dissed
somewhere you'll get blamed
it doesn't matter anyway
you shouldn't feel ashamed
i can't take that away
but i can try

i feel
i feel drained, should i
i feel empty, tired and used

i'm real
i'm really fed up, should i
i'm really not very good at this

i think
i think you love me, should i
i think you're the hole in the sink

and as much as i keep filling it up
you just keep on pulling the plug
let it get to the brim, please

you say i spend my time living it up
but i think there's more under the rug
let's get to the rub, please

let me find my own way
and i can help you with yours

because nature has a funny way of helping those who help themselves, in and of itself, myself

and i think that nature has a means to an identity, the wealth, the stealth, the self

i need to be me before i can ever be a part of you.

dreams are things you make up when you sleep
some of them cool
some of them terrible
some of them memorable
some of them horrible
some of them drool

but there is a small certainty
that they're everything you
and exist as a probablility
that you need to pursue
as unlikely as it seems
from the ash to the dust
what we learn from our dreams
we should trust

whether you were feeling the breeze
or hearing me breathe
you were right there

whether i was around the corner
or had hastened to warn her
you were right there, waiting

you had only one eye, and i have to admit
that i never really knew what you could see
and i guess it's goodbye, but i have to submit
to the indelible effect that you had on me

i'll miss the way you got scared of the cold
i'll miss how you made rhyley do what he's told
i'll miss the way we snuggled up under the fold
i'll miss you forever, my duke.

i'm not the same
as i was fourteen years ago
then i bought that house

i'm not the same
as i was nine years ago
then i had a kid

i'm not the same
as i was five years ago
then i got that job

i'm not the same
as i was two minutes ago
then read that thing

when it gets to the middle the book will flip over
as it does when you read it from cover to cover
the magnificent light that got drawn up inside
goes and shines its way out from the opposite side

i know you're not an idiot
so i'll say it like it is

when i've done something wrong
and i've been caught out
i feel a bit embarrassed
apologise if i need to
and try it again
without
*******
it up

but you don't know what's right or what's wrong
and you've been caught out
you ought to be embarrassed
an apology isn't worth it
so try it again
without
*******
it up

i know i'm not an idiot
but you seem to know the difference
i know i'll be okay
because it is what it is, right?
it is what it is.

it isn't really what we feel
it's what we're willing to share
and just because it isn't real
doesn't mean we're never there

communication has its fault
you'll get it when you're ready
so take it with a pinch of salt
i'll keep it slow and steady

i know that time will make it heal
i don't like to compare
but just because it isn't real
doesn't mean i'm never there

chaos
is always there
because it's looking for a reason
to become known.

calm
is always there
because it escaped the chaos
and now it's known.

guilt
is always there
because it makes you assume things
when you should have known.

love
is always there
because it takes the things we feel
and makes them known.

comfort is a state of mind
the rest of it we'll leave behind.

he represented all of us
a lucid mind
and a giving soul
the sharpest wit
and a focused goal
in a broken body

i still have my first copy of a brief history of time
and the things he said in it are still as sublime
as the subject it tackled, the passion, the rhyme
it will resonate through me in space and in time
for as long as i'm in the horizon

there once was a little bird
who thought he'd fly home for the summer
and while everyone else was leaving
he thought he'd stay behind a bit
and shack up with that other chick
but then he was off...

the wait proved to be disingenuous
he never made it with the others, as
the winter crept in it got too cold to fly
and his wings got frozen up, so
he fell down into a field
and got shat on by a big smelly cow.

but there in the warmth
his wings had revived, even though
his nose had almost dissolved
from the stench that he woke up into
and he began to sing! so happy he was
that he had survived...

okay, so this one's been used already:
the little dude gets really excited
which alerts a fox, who promptly
trots over and eats him up, with a
cute little bib and a nice chardonnay
and that's the end of the story.


there was a punchline to this little parable
but the gist of it is: don't **** it up
there's nothing to be proud of
being in a puddle of muck
and if you haven't been caught yet
there's no reason to want to...

just do what you're taught
and find ways of doing it better

if a tree dies in the forest
would you ask for it by name?
not likely, since we lend the same to paper
as we do our splintered shame

yeah i know it doesn't matter
to me, at least not yet
it's likely, since we know what effort
gets given to that game

we know, right
we've seen it
with our own eyes
our own aberrated eyes
we've seen it
with our own eyes
our own
subjective
eyes

i'm not afraid
to let go
just in case you happen to see me falling

but tonight
i'm holding on
because i don't wanna see you go through it again

and i'm afraid
if i let go
that this time you might fall down with me

and tonight
after i'm gone
you'll do it all over again

i give what i can and won't when i can't
watch the reflection bounce off of the slant
i'm not inconspicuous, that much is true
better the devil that's hidden in you

for all of my yearning, my discourse remains
thoroughly, utterly, horribly strange
and so to the skeptic, or he who complains
it isn't too late to arrange

i won't when i can't and i want what i give
because surely that's the best way to live
as loud as i shout, to the deaf and the broken
it will never compare to the day i'd awoken

taken for granted, that sounds about right
deliberately, knowingly doing the same
this and that, ***-for-tat, it'll all be alright
a whisper from somewhere outside of the frame
when there's nobody else to blame
it's your fault

it's not alive
it isn't scared
it wasn't what
you thought it was

it isn't right
it can't be wrong
it keeps you up
it makes you strong

it makes you rich
it makes you cry
it mends the stitch
it plays along

it grinds it's teeth
it doesn't care
it hides beneath
it tends to glare

it stays in tune
it keeps in time
it guards the moon
it's in its prime

it knows no end
it has no start
it's arms subtend
your shallow heart

it disappears
it bears the scars
it isn't what
you thought it was

if i had even dared
you know i have
and i totally went and blew it

i know you're not scared
because i am
and i totally beat you to it

it always has a seed.

we dream, we love, we write, we wake
we scream, we crave, we spite, we take
we look, we hold, we think, we knew

we shook, we gave, we thought of you
we gave, we thought you wouldn't mind
we thought it wouldn't be unkind

we try to find some honesty
we try to fein alacrity
we try to give it what it needs
we try to sow some different seeds

but your specific feather
needs a certain kind of weather
and i want to be the tether
that clings to you forever
and glides throughout your zephyr
reflects off all your leather

or a spy within a castle
with everything to hide
or a creepy little rascal
who found his way inside
or a droid up on a planet
with a tendency to slide
or how about a snake
that sneaks in from the side

and then gigantic monoliths
that seep out of the ground
an orchestra that's tuned to fifths
and makes an epic sound

a legacy that's shorter
contained in bricks and mortar
brings nothing but disorder

and this is why i read.

it's not final, surely
that's the tragedy
it's not the beginning
or the end
it's not the start
nor the excuse
it's what it is
a hot, smelly mess
a time to reflect
on what we have left
it means something, doesn't it

a fish out of water
what i would give to be
that fish

safe as houses
old as dirt
a chick's best skill
is how to flirt

we see a million things around us
all the time
and sometimes
none of it makes sense

we see a million things around us
second time
but this time
none of it makes sense

fool me once, fool me twice
another time
and every single time
none of it made any sense at all

except that one time
when it did make sense
enough to want to pay attention to it
and there wasn't enough time

speak or die, it said
so i thought i'd stage a silent protest
in the end, i might have won
i dunno

breathe or sigh, she said
it doesn't matter anyway
in the end, i could have won
i dunno

so i hang off every word
break them in half if i have to
in the end, i think it worked
i dunno

you can hurt me if you like
turn me all inside out
in the end, what end ******
i dunno
i just dunno

and here, between the complicated mess of my existence
and the space between our faces that has measured some resistance
i find myself compassionate, like that, within a instance
i'm drawn to her precisely because of her insistence

love is not a thing that makes us worry about the past
it shouldn't be as hurried as though it wouldn't be as fast
but somewhere in there, something comes alive, and then at last
i fell in love her so brilliantly, like the click behind the blast

of opportunity, you see
it means the same to me
it's not what we've reflected
but the fact that we're connected

the you and me, the need
to feel the same way that i do
through the reason that we bleed
to the consequence it leads to

and so...

there's nothing that i'd rather do than spend another day with her
and nothing that i want to do than create another metaphor
and all i want to manifest is nothing but the best for her
and make everything better

for you, and me
and all it's meant to be
for now
forever
for us

that twinkle in your eye
that you wanted me to see
is the only reason why
it gets reflected back at me

another set of circumstances
might have changed the dice
and used up all my second chances
couldn't count the price

not believing what i have
is not what it's about
it's not concealing safety as
the dirt beneath the grout

but who you are and what you do
means everything to me
and i hope that what i mean to you
everyone can see

a zephyr of desire
a truth that's meant to be
the warmth within the fire
the waves within the sea

i know we'll find a way
then we'll show them how it's done
and that's all i want to say
i think that you're the one

today is the day that we celebrate freedom
yet i feel like a prisoner within my own home
another surprise to hide in the museum

in my mind, in my might, in all of my kingdom
which i hope that one day will let go of it's own
today is the day that we celebrate freedom

i struggle to capture your intimate wisdom
i couldn't hear a thing that you said on the phone
another surprise to hide in the museum

i'm sorry that you've been reduced to this boredom
a ruse that reminds you you're always alone
today is the day that we celebrate freedom

i don't think it worked out quite like i had planned, um..
couldn't pretend that i'd hide what i'd shown
another surprise to hide in the museum

so what have i learned through all this confusion
my psychic ability to hear this has grown
today is the day that we celebrate freedom
another surprise to hide in the museum

woah
let it go, i ogtitel,
haow.
hahahaha
ahahahah
bliksem se donder se fok

feet first
dive in
don't look
be safe
take care
get some
find us
in there

the state of the state
it's a bit of a state
it lies, and it hates
it takes and it takes

gauteng freedom fighters
gauteng freedom fighters
gauteng freedom fighters
boom boom boom boom

julius...
julius...
juliaas...
on point!

gauteng freedom fighters
gauteng freedom fighters
gauteng freedom fighters
boom boom boom boom

it'll all make sense
in present tense
a ***** is a *****
that got the grade

gauteng freedom fighters
gauteng freedom fighters
freedom fighters wena
boom boom boom boom

julius...
julius...
juliaaas...
ubaba ka duduzane!

suddenly it seems, the seas
remind me of the trees
but then the freeze
that makes me sneeze
another lock against the door

somewhere in my dreams, it seems
behind my selfish screams
that all the greed
behind my need
is always coming back for more

if i am lost then you're alone
you know you're never on your own
as useless as a megaphone
implicitly complicit
like a good idea
on crack

i love you. i look after you. i take care of you. i want the best for you. i buy you your medicine. i put a roof over your head. i found us the oxygen. i let you sleep in my bed. i let you get into my head. i listened. glistened, maybe. i exploded. imploded, then exploded again baby. i fought, won and lost all at the same time. i need you. you need me. we can work it all out together, you and me. and we'll sail all the seas, as long as we need to, but you lied.

it can be fixed. but you don't want that. it's okay. it was worth it. don't know why. never will. it exploded. imploded, then exploded again baby. and then arranged itself back into a neat little pile. i trusted you. i let myself into the comfort you provided. i must be braindead. tumour, rumour, enough has been said. loser you said, ahead of the rest, put to the test, surely, maybe, but you lied.

i don't mind if you don't understand me. but please stop telling me who to be, and tell jf and nixie to shut the hell up. i get the impression that reason's enough to make me a victim, sure i concede, i don't even know how to read. between the lines, the subtly sublime, i thought it was time, but you lied.

you got what you want and it's not about me
good job

i'm not seeking any atonement
i'm just looking on with astonishment
another complicit assignment
another perfunctory accomplishment

it's worth taking a moment
to throw it all away
because at least you can say
you tried

eat it, dude
you asked for it
you need it more than i do

beat it, dude
beat it senseless
that's what drums are made for

need it, dude
appreciate it's worth
that's what we call respect
and maybe we'll unearth
some gratitude

a soul that's
lived a life that's fed up
always ends up
in a landfill
full of souls

what you have to say
no, what you have to say
let's see what happens

what you want
no, what you want
i told you

what you need
no, what you need
you need money

what you learn
no, what you learn
you know

because i told you
you need money
but i can't know what you want
because you won't tell me
so i can't help you
you need love
but you don't want what i know
i could help you
but you don't want that
so let's see what happens

we don't enjoy what we do
and don't do what we enjoy
that **** only matters
when it's free

we don't need what we want
and don't want what we need
that **** always happens
to me

we don't miss
the things that we love
when they're gone

we miss
the things that love us
when we let them go

it must be a combination
of what you expect
and what i provide
that makes everyone take it so seriously

it could be retaliation
a solid precept
that makes us divide
and we all mistake that so mysteriously

it hurts to be found in the one place i know
all battered and bruised but still part of the show
it hurts to admit i was found in the dust
amidst all of the things that you said i would trust
it hurts to remind myself why
i became so insatiably shy
the depth that i saw in your eyes
the colour i saw in those skies
an unrequited lullaby
an unintended alibi
it hurts me to tell you but know that i must
forever conceal what lies under this crust
no matter how badly i want it to glow
no matter how well it can flirt from below

it might be the fascination
that makes me reflect
on how much we hide
and poison the fray inconspicuously
i shouldn't have acted so viciously

it's my cruel imagination
i dared to inspect
i'll keep it inside
and i'll practice until it speaks consciously
i shouldn't have acted so viciously

frustration is something that happens only to me
i shouldn't have acted so viciously
that scar is the half that i don't want to be
i shouldn't have acted so viciously
it's just a small notch above what you can see
i shouldn't have acted
another attempted analogy
i shouldn't
and i'm sorry
*i shh

i am not a microphone
i'm not an amplifier
the things you see around me
aren't because of who i am

stuck inside the present dome
i'm not the pacifier
but what i see around me
still ends up on instagram

that suggests it might have been
concealed beneath the bigotry
of someone who presents a scene
who wrestles objecivity
but what if i was wrong
what if i was late
what if i had heard a song
too visceral to relate

then, yes

i am not a journalist
i'm also not a liar
with everything around me
do i really give a ****

so what, indeed, is all the fuss
i represent the rest of us

you know what

it's unbelievably incredible to me
whenever life seems too good to be true
everybody says:
'if you're ever in town, anytime, call me up'

but when you do call
there's nobody there

it's utterly remarkable to me
whenever life gets a little bit too dark
everybody says:
'if you need any help, anything at all, just ask'

but when you do ask
there's nobody there
there's just nobody there at all


wasn't loud enough, was i
lather, rinse, repeat

i am a suitcase
full of memories
i'm the best thing
you had last year

i am the ketchup
on your french fries
i am the best thing
you had last year

i am the puzzle
to your solution
i am the best thing
you had last year

i am the flashlight
to your darkness
i am the best thing
you had all year

better wake him up
better shake him up
better wake him up
so he can hear

it was only that last time
that last time
that one and only time
you were here

i am the duct tape
sealing all your boxes
i am the best thing
you had all year

i am the usual
minding my own business
i am the best thing
eight long years

better listen now
better listen how
better listen to what you thought
was so severe

it was only that last time
that very last time
that was the only time
you were ever
really
here

imagine a world where you can do what you want
imagine a world where you could truly be free
imagine what you'd do with your spare time
imagine what you could create
or harvest

now
imagine if that happened at everyone else's expense
imagine if you could take what's not yours
imagine the legacy you'd leave behind
imagine how many you'd trample
or harvest

i'd be scared, or ashamed, whichever comes first
this is south africa
i live here
please stop ******* it up

i really wish i could give you a hug
another surprise to sweep under the rug
i really wish i could take it away
that look in your eye you brought with you to say

but then again i wish i didn't need to
armour wouldn't work if it were see-through
and when it seems we're just about to make it
my armour disappears and i'm all naked

i really wish i had more than these words
another excuse to hang out with the nerds
i really wish i could give you a hug
because then you'll know exactly how i feel.

hurt is not a thing
you pick up and carry around with you

guilt is not a thing
you pick up and pretend it's okay

love is not a thing
you mop the floor with

no
hurt is your experience of it
guilt is how you deal with it
love is what you do with it
whatever it is
that's okay
it's okay
it's okay
shh...

the last time anyone
shone through my soul
it burnt

the last time i trusted anyone
and shone a light through their soul
i learnt

to be careful
and wary
and think twice
about doing that again
because it hurt

i am not an idiot
but the more you make me out to be
the more i wanna be one

i am not an idiot
but believe me, i can
but i won't
i can't
so long as you don't let me

i am not an idiot
but i may as well be, after all
i wasn't that much fun

i am not an idiot
as hard as i try, everyday
but i shouldn't
i wouldn't
so don't make me

let it slide, let it go, besides
they weren't even meant to know.

between the blue and pink, i think
the brown and green will sink
and in this loneliness i hope
you choke
you choke
you choke on your ambition
like it wants to be
the world to see
the fading of our history
drives home
drives home
drives home and parks the car beneath
the tree
the sea
i hope

if ever i take shelter there's a
chance i might forget her
an illuminating light
its right
its right
its right to think that i'm afraid
its normal to be foolish
and see your mind as selfish
as what mine would like to wish
but then there's you
there's me
there's everything that we could be
the tree
the sea
i hope

are you okay?

yeah, i suppose
i'm in a bit of a state of wth
a state of honest introspection
i'm trying to gather together all of the ends
i need to mend

but actually
i'm in a bit of a state of ***
where did i lose that perfection
i'm trying to convince all of my friends
to what end, i wonder

i wonder where i would've been had i just let it go
i wonder how my secrets are starting to show now
i wonder how so many of you know

i wonder what would've happened had i just stepped up
i wonder what it's like to get out of the snow now
i wonder if i should probably give up

and into that dream
like a breeze, it breathes
immaculate

we've spent months
staring at the stars
talking to ducks
looking for tomorrow
and the best thing
you could come up with
was never part of it

i have a hunch
living on mars
not giving a ****
bleeding your sorrow
that the last thing
you came up with
was never part of it

it's okay, believe me i know
it shows

are there certain things you have knowledge of but not felt?

when people need things they'll lie.
they'll tell you they need it.
they'll tell you you did things
you never conceded.

those people stand apart.
that's what they choose.
they treat you as if
you've got nothing to lose.

but i'm not alone
though it certainly seems it.
i don't have a tongue
or a very sharp wit.

yet sometimes applause
cascades over me.
like a scene from my life
that has no memory.

i get as close as i can
because i wanna get picked.
i feel like a grateful
insatiable addict.

as hard as i try
i'll never remember
what i was accused of
that epic december.

the cat in the hat
said you owe me a debt.
i'll probably forgive
but i'll never forget.

but that didn't work.
my life's not in tatters.
i'm alive and can love
and that's all that matters.

i hope that helped.

there it is, you got what you want
but you don't know what you want
so you got what i gave you
and i did it to show you
that i can love you enough
but that wasn't enough
you just don't understand
god, i don't understand
what you mean to me
yet it's all about me

you can't tell me what i did wrong
so i've literally done nothing wrong
you made it my fault
but i can't be at fault
so why should i care
if you couldn't care
why should i give a ****
when you don't give a ****
why should i worry
about your worry

while back here i'm terrified

all work and no pay
makes jack a poor boy

all jack and no play
and jill is full of laughter

all jill and no say
makes jack a play boy

all work and no play
and jill came tumbling after

whichever way you play it
if you don't want to say it
i won't say it either

whichever way you want it
however we confront it
i totally believe her


you might think it's madness
it doesn't really matter though
my measure of her kiffness
i'm pretty sure by now you know
has cured of me of my blindness
her eyes already said so


we're on the same page
i know, she knows
and it shows

of course he's a leader
people follow him
whether he does it well enough
depends on where you are

it could be behind him
it could be in front of him
it could be the other side of the planet
who knows

there are people that teach
and there are people that do
the quality of a leader depends entirely on you