Strop

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 Strop lyrics.

  1. Kiss The Machine
  2. Cross No More Rivers
  3. Scream
  4. Vatso Jou Booswig
  5. Lie If You Have To
  6. Twyfelaar
  7. Another Dawn
  8. The Revised Smokers' Lament
  9. Turning Blue
  10. Missing Details
  11. Wie Wil Pas H?
  12. Score Us Some More Of That Gargoyle Soup
  13. Rugsteker
  14. Hidden Track

1. Kiss The Machine

[hey, hey]

kiss the machine
kiss the machine

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
kiss the machine
kiss the machine

we're not even big (or your brother)
we won't question you fears
we'll be your food and your sleep and your lover
as long as you kiss the machine

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

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

kiss the machine
kiss the machine

we will take care of everything

kiss the machine
kiss the machine

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

kiss the machine


2. Cross No More Rivers

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

yes you loose little cannon
this is the final poem
forgive my verbosity
echoing [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 lovelies
i locked the door
i cannot believe
i cannot believe
that i wanted more of you
[that i wanted more of you]
more of you...

oh no! was that a smile?
did you actually feel better for a little while
better kill that feeling while there's still time
because dissention from sadness
is a punishable crime

[that i wanted more of you]

more of you...
night after night after night

i cannot believe
i cannot believe
i cannot believe

i cannot believe
i cannot believe

[that i wanted more of you]
more of you..
more of you..

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


3. Scream

violence...
violence... is exciting
violence...
violence...
violence...
violence...

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

violence... is exciting

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 want to hear you scream
i want to hear you scream

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

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 want to hear you scream
i want to hear you scream

scream...

scream...
scream...

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

i want to hear you scream
i want to hear you scream

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

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

i want to hear you scream

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

i want to hear you scream

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


4. Vatso Jou Booswig

die koel is deur die kerk
want die ouderling sleep vlerk
by die sussie van die
ruiter van skimmelperdpan
die ou se kop haak uit
want 'n man bly 'n man
en hy gryp hom aan die keel
om sy geheue te verfris

"luister hier, chris
pasop waar jy gaan
pasop waar jy l
pasop vir wat jy vir die bure s
ek weet jy wil haar h"

dit is lankal nie meer 'n geheim nie
ek speel lankal nie meer hierdie game nie
daar is min dinge wat my s afpis
ek moer jou kis
want ek suip soos 'n vis

die ouderling skrik hom koud
hy't skoon gekak in sy broek, hy was benoud
hy s "broer vir wat dan so 'n rumoer?
ek doen maar net my werk
dis sy wat vir my loer"
jou houding is polities onkorrek
as die regering jou nou kry
skiet hulle jou vrek
want ons is almal aan dieselfde kant
die gemeente, die polisie en die plaaslike koerant

vatso jou booswig
vatso jou booswig
vatso jou booswig
booswig

haar naam is dolores
met 'n lyf soos 'n brontosaurus
sy ontwikkel in die stilte 'n prozac probleem
wat haar blitsig van haar knopperige brein vervreem
sy's 'n stille lyer
en sy sal altyd weier
nou sit sy die heeldag voor die tv en teem
op die bank van die ruiter van skimmelperdpan
want 'n oordosis soaps is gelyk aan fun

vatso jou booswig
vatso jou booswig
vatso jou booswig
booswig

die ou bly hanna-hanna
die ruiter strip sy moer
"pasop jou swernoot, met jou was ek die vloer
ek het gesien hoe jy vir dolores loer

jou o was vasgeplak aan haar lyf
jou kop wou ontplof so't jy gesuig aan jou skyf

ek is moeg vir jou stories en jou gekyf


ek skiet jou aan flarde met my oupa se voorlaaier
want ek is meer bedonnerd as juffrou rottemaaier
my spesie is die gevaarlikste op die planeet
die res van die wreld probeer van ons vergeet
dis soos marmerpanele in my psige gekerf
de moer in gebore en so sal ek sterf"


en hy bliksem hom dik
en gooi hom in 'n sloot
en verkoop die storie aan huisgenoot

vatso jou booswig
vatso jou booswig
vatso jou booswig

booswig

vatso jou booswig
vatso jou booswig
vatso jou booswig
booswig

"jou ma man"
"wat van my fokken ma?"
"haar ma man"
"ouens!"
(hahaha)

Take That You Scoundrel

the die is cast
the elder tries to entice
the sister of the
rider of skimmelperdpan
his brain jars loose
a man stays a man
he grabs him by the throat
to refresh his memory

"listen here, chris
watch where you go
watch where you lie down
watch what you tell the neighbours
i know you want her"

it's really not a secret any more
i really don't play this game any more
few things piss me off like this
i'll beat you black & blue
'cause i drink like a fish

the elder gets the fright of his life
it was so intense he shat in his pants

he says "brother why all the noise?
i'm just doing my job
she's making eyes at me"
your attitude is politically incorrect
if the government catch you
they'll shoot you
'cause we're all on the same side:
the parish, the police and the local newspaper

take that you scoundrel
take that you scoundrel
take that you scoundrel
scoundrel

her name is dolores
with a body like a brontosaurus
quietly she develops a prozac
problem
that estranges her from her knobbly brain
she's a silent sufferer
and she'll always refuse
now she whines all day in front of the tv

on the couch of the rider of skimmelperdpan
'cause an overdose soaps equals fun

take that you scoundrel
take that you scoundrel
take that you scoundrel
scoundrel

the guy keeps farting around
the rider looses his temper
"beware, you fucker, i'll wipe the floor with you
i saw the way you were peeping at dolores
your eyes were glued to her body
you were sucking so hard on your smoke
that your head was in danger of exploding
i'm tired of your stories and your bitching

i'll blow you to bits with my grandad's front-loader
because i'm more pissed off than mrs rottemaaier
my species is the most dangerous on the planet
the rest of the world's trying to forget about us
it's carved in my psyche like marble panels
born extremely angry and i'll die that way"

and he beats him to pulp
and chucks him into a ditch
and sells the story to huisgenoot

take that you scoundrel
take that you scoundrel
take that you scoundrel

scoundrel

take that you scoundrel
take that you scoundrel
take that you scoundrel
scoundrel

"your mother man"
"what about my fucking mother?"
"her mother man"
"guys!"
(hahaha)


5. Lie If You Have to

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
i trust no 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
don't know if you miss me
but tell me that you do
lie if you have to
lie if you have to


6. Twyfelaar

twyfelaar
twyfelaar
sy brein maak beswaar

moenie jou hangups aan my probeer verkoop nie
moenie voor jy die huis bou die fokken ding wil sloop nie

twyfelaar
sy brein maak beswaar

twyfelaar
twyfelaar

[en hy was sy hande in onskuld, i deny this emphatically]

ek wil nie in die ding betrokke raak nie
moenie julle probleme probeer myne maak nie

julle uitgediende stryd gebeur buite
my
los my buite julle geestelike slawerny

[re-constructive surgery,
re-constructive surgery,
re-constructive surgery,
re-constructive surgery]

sy brein maak beswaar
sy brein maak beswaar
hy bly 'n twyfelaar

[i deny this emphatically,
mr cronje has spoken]
[neus voor, ewewigsmee]

Doubter

doubter
doubter
his brain objects

don't try to sell your hangups to me

don't knock the house down before you build it

doubter
his brain objects

doubter
doubter

[i wash my hands in innosense, i deny this emphatically]

i don't want to get involved in this
don't try to make your problems mine


your spent struggle happens outside of me
leave me outside your spritual slavery

[re-constructive surgery,
re-constructive surgery,
re-constructive surgery,
re-constructive surgery]

his brain protests
his brain protests
doubter

[i deny this emphatically,
mr cronje has spoken]
[nose ahead, ewewigsmee]


7. Another Dawn

[basically they don't know the truth]

another dawn
another night gone to waste
another dawn
one notch down
another dawn

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 about rights]
[drugging is imensley popular]

another dawn
another night gone to waste
another dawn
one notch down
another dawn

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

another dawn
another dawn


8. The Revised Smokers' Lament

unclean...
unclean...
unclean...

don't come near me
i am soaked in nicotene

unclean...
unclean...
unclean...

unclean...


9. Turning Blue

i'm turning blue
i'm tired of trying
kiss me, fuck me, hold me
'cause i'm dying


10. Missing Details

so where could you go to escape the rust
that clings to your mind, that corrodes your soul
with promises

so where could you go to hide from the flames
in your ears, in your eyes, burning away through
your disguise
you can't keep it inside
it refuses to hide
with the closet forced open
the skeletons talk

after the thunder
after the rain
i stare at the shards of self
re-organising again

like missing details

after the thunder
after the rain
i stare at the shards of self
re-organising again

like missing details


11. Wie Wil Pas H?

wie wil pas h?
makieriepas


12. Score Us Some More of That Gargoyle Soup

[coming to have someone]

net 'n ou grappie

[..silly about this]

net 'n ou grappie
net 'n ou grappie
net 'n ou grappie
net 'n ou grappie
net 'n ou grappie
net 'n ou grappie

[veeldag zeggen nog 'n dankie]

net 'n ou grappie
net 'n ou grappie

[coming to have someone]

net 'n ou grappie
net 'n ou grappie

[veeldag zeggen nog 'n dankie]

net 'n ou grappie


13. Rugsteker

wat het ek gedeon om
die reaksie te kry?
die dramatiese details kon gerus maar bly
binne 'n oomblik het die hele ding verander
maar vinkel bly vinkel en koljander koljander
hoekom jy my agteraf beswadder?

jou skelmgat twaalfgesig misrabele adder?
dis nou heeltemal te laat om reddingswerk te doen
daar is niks wat sal help om ons ooit weer te versoen

jou pateet
verneuker

jou klein kak
rugsteker
bliksemse klein
moderneuker

jou pateet
verneuker

jou klein kak
rugsteker
bliksemse klein
moederneuker

[sal hy tevrede moet wees met besondere baie dankie]

Backstabber

what have i done
to get this reaction?
the dramatic details could have
stayed
in a moment the whole thing
changed
but six of the one's not a dozen of the other
why have you tricked me behind my back?
you shyster 12-faced despicable
adder
it's too late now to attempt
rescue
nothing will help
to reconcile us

you pathetic (person)
cheater

you little shit
backstabber
(intensifying swear-word)
little motherfucker

you pathetic (person)
cheater

you little shit
backstabber
(intensifying swear-word)
little motherfucker

[he will have to be happy with a special thank you]


14. Hidden Track (search to 10:25)

too late to cry
too late to turn
we are trapped in here
we are going, we are going to burn

burn...
burn...
burn...
burn...

too late to cry
too late to turn
we are trapped in here