The Black Dog

Ek weet nie of enige van julle nog die Manic Street Preachers se album “Holy Bible” onthou nie. Ek moet sê dit was nogals openbarend as 14-jarige terroris en van die tunes daarop is steeds van my favourite rebelwysies. Ongelukkig het ek die album op ‘n dronk studentepartytjie frenzy aan 'n complete stranger gegee. Ek was gedurende daardie tyd moerse voortvarend en grootbek (nie veel het verander nie) en het waarskynlik iets soos "Musiek is meer as net klank pel, dit kan ‘n politiese tool wees en in die moderne wêreld baie bepalend ten opsigte van…bla…bla…bla…”

Passionate bullshit. Dalk was dit ‘n girl wat ek wou im(n)press. Wie weet?

Op die agterkant van die CD was daar hierdie quote (wat ek steeds teen my badkamerspieël het en dalk my oudste “poster” is) van 'n ene Octave Mirbeau:

“You’re obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That’s the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world.”

Mens kan seker moerse daarteen redeneer maar hy hou my rebels en jonk en oppervlakkig en kortsigtig-arrogant-anti-system al vir baie lank.

Party oggende staan mens mos maar met 'n houding op. Jy onthou die oorspronklike gatkrul wat jou binne een of ander alternatiewe scene laat beweeg het toe jy jonk was. Jy sit weer klipharde stuff uit dié era op jou radio (vanoggend was dit Mudhoney) en ry lekker vinnig werk toe (wens half jou kar was nog fucked en dat jy bietjie meer gestink het). Dat die son dalk meer chemies geskyn het.

Gelukkig weet jy nou darem ook scenes en image is absurd. Watter musiek jy luister, movies jy dig, boeke jy lees en al daai goeters is omdat jy rerig daaraan gebind is en lief daarvoor is en dit jou tot geen mate aan enige scene hoef te bind nie.

Fok dit - ek hou mos van rugby en Roxette ook.

Street preachers:

I hate purity
Hate goodness
I dont want virtue to exist anywhere
I want everyone corrupt

I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave

I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented

I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell

The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude Im draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing

Sleep cant hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows arent clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
Ive been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else

I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell

So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything