Gris

Typed by: Paul Riekert / Morkhans
Translations by: Paul Riekert paul@battery9.co.za
Maintained by: Morkhans webmaster@battery9.co.za
Last Revision: 09/09/1998
Web: www.battery9.co.za
Text Version: Here

These are the official Gris lyrics.

    Gris 1
  1. Kick The Machine
  2. Scream (Cornered Animal Mix)
  3. Cross No More Rivers (Naked Carrot Version)
  4. Koue Vuur (Arctic Torture Version)
  5. Kiss The Machine (H2SO4 Jacuzzi Mix)
  6. Lie If You Have To (Procession Mix)
  7. Oom Kosie (Breinskade Mix)
  8. Aag Fok
    Gris 2 (Limited edition only)
  1. Another Dawn (Dopamine Deficiency Mix)
  2. 'n Nuwe Begin

Gris 1

1. Kick The Machine

i know where i could be going
i know where i should have been
i wish i knew how to fix this thing
i feel i could kick the machine

kick the machine
kick the machine
kick the machine
kick the machine


2. Scream (Cornered Animal Mix)

scream...[scream...]

[you may have the luck to come in contact with the enemy]

[enemy]
scream...[scream...]
[enemy]

i want to set your hair on fire
so you can slap yourself to death
i hope it burns like a tyre
with nothing but the smell of roast
on your breath

i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you
scream

violence... is exciting

here i am juggling seven icicle chainsaws
in my petrified forest heart
under a spell of rage
breaking out of its cage
consuming you with flames
yeah

i wanna hear you scream
i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you
i wanna hear you scream

scream...[scream...]

[enemy]
scream...[scream...]
[enemy]

[never trust a junkie]
[enemy]
[what will it be]
[enemy]

you'll kitsch around like a painted pierrot
with a clawing pain in your spine
this agony you will feel
will be the same as mine
yeah

wanna hear you
wanna hear you
wanna hear you
wanna hear you
wanna hear you
wanna hear you scream

i wanna hear you
wanna hear you scream

scream...[scream...]
scream...[scream...]
scream...[scream...]

wanna hear you
wanna hear you scream [scream...]
wanna hear you
wanna hear you scream [scream...]
wanna hear you
wanna hear you scream [scream...]
wanna hear you
wanna hear you scream [scream...]

scream...[scream...]
scream...[scream...]


3. Cross No More Rivers (Naked Carrot Version)

spare me all those hangups,
the feeling makes me sick
you'd realy love to enjoy yourself
but those bad moods seem to stick

yes you loose little cannon
this is the final poem
forgive my verbosity
echoing throught that empty dome

staring at the love lies
i lock the door
i cannot believe
i cannot believe
that i wanted more of you

i used to agonise about you
now i don't know why
'cause i just couldn't care
whether you live or die

the sun is setting
the tide has turned
cross no more rivers
all those bridges are burned

staring at the love lies
i lock the door
i cannot believe
i cannot believe
that i wanted more of you...

that i wanted more of you...

more of you...

that i wanted more of you...

the tide has turned
all those bridges are burned
burned


4. Koue Vuur (Arctic Torture Version)

die kole gloei soos vroer aande
maar die vuur is in my kop

en 'n ysige wind skroei my hande
vas om die beker met dop
die ryp is 'n vlam om my voete
maar die koue brand in my bors

en ek drink en ek dink aan
die soeter
wyn teen die groter dors
met 'n koue hart tot die mre-uur
drink ek teen die vuur in my kop
en ek voel die koue, ek voel die vuur
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op

daar's te veel met die wreld gefoeter

daar's te veel met die mense gemors


en ek drink en ek dink aan
die soeter
wyn teen die groter dors
met 'n koue hart tot die mre-uur
drink ek teen die vuur in my kop
en ek voel die koue, ek voel die vuur
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op

[but the most disturbing is dissappearence]

en die helde na al die geploeter
l diep in die aarde se kors

en ek drink en ek dink aan
die soeter
wyn teen die groter dors
met 'n koue hart tot die mre-uur
drink ek teen die vuur in my kop
en ek voel die koue, ek voel die vuur
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op

vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op

vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op
vreet my stuk-stuk op

vreet my stuk-stuk op

Music & Lyrics by Koos du Plessis

Cold fire

the coals glow like earlier evenings
but the fire is in my head

and an icy wind scorches my hands
clutched around a cup with booze
the frost is a flame around my feet
but the cold burns in my chest

and i drink (of) and i think (about)
the sweeter
wine against the bigger thirst
with a cold heart until the morning hour
i drink against the fire in my head
and i feel the cold, i feel the fire
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece

the world's been tampered with too much
there's been too much wasting with people

and i drink (of) and i think (about)the sweeter
wine against the bigger thirst
with a cold heart until the morning hour
i drink against the fire in my head
and i feel the cold, i feel the fire
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece

[but the most disturbing is dissappearence]

and the heroes, after all their bungling
lie deep in the crust of the earth

and i drink (of) and i think (about)
the sweeter
wine against the bigger thirst
with a cold heart until the morning hour
i drink against the fire in my head
and i feel the cold, i feel the fire
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece

devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece

devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece
devours me, piece by piece

devours me, piece by piece

 


5. Kiss The Machine (H2SO4 Jacuzzi Mix)

kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine

kiss the machine

[hey, hey]

kiss the machine

[hey, hey]

we don't care where you're going
we don't care where you've been
we will take care of everything
as long as you kiss the machine

kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine

kiss the machine
kiss the machine

[hey, hey]

kiss the machine
kiss the machine

[hey, hey]

kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine
kiss the machine

[let's not take this as a sad occasion]
[they want me out]

kiss the machine
kiss the machine

we will take care of everything
as long as you kiss the machine

[the alternation nostral exercise]


6. Lie If You Have To (Procession Mix)

i thought i'd be cool
i thought i'd be nice
i thought i wouldn't blame you
or give you advice

but now that's all over
now that's all dead
that last little comment
stays stuck in my head

don't know what happened
was it me or was it you?
we just lied when we had to

[anyway, ...uum bye]

we spoke about love
we spoke about hate
we spoke about comments
that would change our fate

i just couldn't believe it
my heart turned to lead
when your granite voice told me
"forget what i said"

don't know what happened
was it me or was it you?
we just lied when we had to

don't know if you miss me
but tell me that you do
lie if you have to
lie if you have to

don't know if you miss me
but tell me that you do
lie if you have to
lie if you have to

lie if you have to


7. Oom Kosie (Breinskade Mix)

oom
oom, oom, oom, oom...
kosie

kosie, kosie, kosie, kosie
oom kosie

kosie, kosie, kosie, kosie, kosie, kosie
oom... kosie

[genugtig]

oom... kosie

kosie
kosie
oom... kosie
oom... kosie
oom...
oom... kosie

kosie, kosie, kosie, kosie, kosie, kosie
oom... kosie

[genugtig]


8. Aag Fok

aag fok

aag fok

aag fok

Oh Fuck

oh fuck

oh fuck

oh fuck



Gris 2 (Limited edition only)

1. Another Dawn (Dopamine Deficiency Mix)

my eyes cannot take the strain
of the pale yellow rays poking into my brain
wigglings swim in front of my eyes
like little fluffy clouds in the paleing skies

my shoulders contract with preservative tension
all social skills are on old age pension
i'm so tired that i can hardly speak
but this shit won't let me go to sleep

[basically they don't know the truth]
[drugging is immensely]

i'm fishing for shards of my eyesight
in the glaring pool of white hot sunlight
my ears are thundering with a huge big bass
strobing like a twitch through the skin on my face

the city is alive with the sounds of concrete
grey like the electronic maggots in my feet
i feel myself slowly warming in the sun
another dawn - let's have some fun


2. 'n Nuwe Begin

maak 'n nuwe begin
maak 'n nuwe begin
'n nuwe begin
ek is in my moer in

my seun is 'n junkie
hy spike welconall
ek raak elke aand vrot
in die stasie-hotel

my vader en moeder
wil niks van my weet
en my chinas van vroer
het my al vergeet

maak 'n nuwe begin
maak 'n nuwe begin
'n nuwe begin
ek is in my moer in

A New Beginning

make a new beginning
make a new beginning
a new beginning
i am fucked

my son is a junkie
he injects welconnal
i get trashed every night
in the station hotel

my mother and father
want to know nothing about me
and my buddies from earlier
have forgotten me

make a new beginning
make a new beginning
a new beginning
i am fucked