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B2CY

In Bellville op die strate
Niks om te doen op Woensdae-aande
Ek het gesê ek sal nie kak aanjaag nie
Lê my kop neer, wil nie ophou raas nie
Dit was Woensdagaand 27 April 1994
Hy was 13 jaar oud
Naïef en onbewus, maar ja
Jy behoort te weet jy kon my enige tyd
In die middel van die nag, by die vulstasie kry
Een leë coke bottel vol petrol
Vlam-pentagram, skool-sportgrond
Band-name, knipmes, skoolbank
Daar was verandering in die lug
Die velkleur van beheer was die enigste verandering
Harde negatiewe musiek
Het my lewe gered (het my lewe gered)
Dit hou my kalm soos ′n landmyn. Ek bly
Ek bly stil soos 'n bom (ek bly stil soos ′n bom)
Ek onthou Desembervakansie wat nooit ophou nie
En my ontwikkeling is onder huisarres
Ons naai en suip net nie meer in parkies nie
En gaan net kerk toe as daar begrafnis is
Band-name, knipmes, skoolbank:
Dit sal nogsteeds daar wees
Onder al die vernis
Verandering is die enigste konstante
(Whatever)
Harde negatiewe musiek
Het my lewe gered (het my lewe gered)
Dit hou my kalm, soos 'n landmyn. Ek bly
Ek bly stil soos 'n bom (ek bly stil soos ′n bom)
Die verkeersligte hou ons dop soos ou-regime robotte
Agter in tuine buig slap gerookte nekke in wendy-huise vooroor
Tussen die gras wat kniehoogte is wat maagdevliese
Soos knipmesse insluk
Is daar niks om te doen in Bellville nie?
In Bellville op die strate
Niks om te doen op Woensdae-aande

B2CY

In Bellville on the streets
Nothing to do on Wednesday nights
I said I wouldn't give a shit
Lay down my head, don't wanna wake up
It was Wednesday night, April 27, 1994
He was 13 years old
Naive and unaware, but yeah
You should know you could have taken me out anytime
In the middle of the night, at a filling station
One empty Coke bottle full of petrol
Flame pentagram, school sports field
Band names, switchblade, school desk
Change was in the air
The color of the skin of control was the only change
Hard, negative music
Saved my life (saved my life)
Keeps me calm like a landmine. I stay
I stay quiet like a bomb (I stay quiet like a bomb)
I remember December holidays that never end
And my development is under house arrest
We just don't sew and drink in the parks anymore
And just go to church when there's a funeral
Band names, switchblade, school desk:
It will still be there
Under all the varnish
Change is the only constant
(Whatever)
Hard, negative music
Saved my life (saved my life)
Keeps me calm like a landmine. I stay
I stay quiet like a bomb (I stay quiet like a bomb)
The traffic lights keep an eye on us like old regime robots
Behind the gardens, slack smoked necks are hunched over in Wendy houses
Between the knee-high grass that swallows hymens
Like switchblades
Is there anything to do in Bellville?
In Bellville on the streets
Nothing to do on Wednesday nights