SINema
Words: Marco Roelofs
Pride, Porn ‘n Prejudice
Come on folks the show begins
A movie full of whores ‘n pimps
Turn out the lights ‘n start the reel
Check out who’s the imbecile
Come on folks just come right in
To the weirdest place you’ve ever been
Get your tickets at the door
You’ve never seen such filth before
Welcome!
Welcome to the SINema
Welcome!
Hey you kids, just dig around
Show the host what you just found
Don’t you fear, just bring it in
There’s room enough in the house of sin
I don’t like the movie in this SINema
I don’t like the movie in this SINema
I don’t like the movie
I don’t like the movie
I don’t like the movie in this SINema
Where’s Stallone or Spiderman
I didn’t see this scene in Cannes
Where is Chan or Superman
Save us all…
Welcome, welcome to the SINema
Sit back, relax, enjoy the show!
Welcome!
Psychic
Words: Marco Roelofs
I know things
I feel things
I see things
I can never speak out loud
I know things
I feel things
I see things
I can never speak out loud (3x)
They haunt me
They strangle
possess me, o God
I can never speak out loud
Underneath your surface
I feel what’s going on
I can never speak out loud (3x)
I know things
I feel things
I see things
But I can never speak out loud
This gift is cursed
Pain, pain and I saw the omen
I can never speak out loud (3x)
I’m just psychic
I’m not a psycho!
I can never speak out loud
I’m just psychic
I’m not a psycho!
I can never speak out loud (3x)
Why does everybody steal my hits?
Words: Marco Roelofs
Do you believe it?
She wrote it by herself
You really buy it?
Because she looks so good
Don’t you see it?
How they do my riffs
Don’t you hear it?
I played ‘m first, for sure
I don’t know why everybody steals my hits
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I am not the star and all, yeah I
Do you believe it?
She’s the new big hype
You really buy it?
The way they set you up
Don’t you see it?
I really should be someone
Don’t you hear it?
Those tunes are mine
I don’t know why everybody steals my hits
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I don’t know why everybody does my songs
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I should be the star and all, yeah I
Hey, ho!
Hey, ho!
I don’t know why everybody steals my hits
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I don’t know why everybody does my songs
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I did the job, they get the fun
I wrote it all before everyone
The world
Words: Marco Roelofs
I am so scared
I feel lonely
Why is the world such a fucked up place?
I am so down
I feel worn out
Why is the world such a fucked up place?
I am so sick
I feel burned out
Why is the world such a fucked up place?
I am so lost
I feel tied up
Why is the world such a fucked up place?
I am so hurt
I feel useless
Why is the world such a fucked up place?
Damclub hooligan
Tekst: Marco Roelofs
Zondagmorgen op transport
Warming up onder escort
Ik zet m’n beste vuistje voor
Ben alleen maar ik zing in koor
Al moet ik uren lopen trekken
Ze gaan eraf die bagagerekken
’T is een fijne tak van sport
Iedere trein trap ik aan gort
Hooligan
Ik ben een hooligan
Om mijn damclub te promoten sla ik alles naar de klote
Hooligan
Ik ben een hooligan
Test alle bussen op hun vering, waarom krijgt dat geen waardering?
Het is ’n prachtig ritueel
Als ik ’n bushok vierendeel
’T vergt een hele hoop talent
Zo’n hok zit diep in ’t cement
‘K heb de koningin gebeld
Ik wou zo’n lintje opgespeld
Want al voor de eerste dam
Verkoop ik m’n eerste ram
Hooligan
Ik ben een hooligan
Om mijn damclub te promoten sla ik alles naar de klote
Hooligan
Ik ben een hooligan
Ieder weekend zware strijd, ziet niemand dan mijn kwaliteit?
Hooligan
Ik ben een hooligan
Om mijn damclub te promoten sla ik alles naar de klote
Hooligan
Ik ben een hooligan
Eerste zet ik sla erop, dat wordt een mooie krantenkop
Hooligan
Ik ben een hooligan
Werk ik me al die tijd kapot, krijg ik ’n gymzaalverbod!?
Hooligan
Ik ben een hooligan
Ook al ben ik in m’n eentje, ik blijf trappen voor ‘Ons Steentje’
Delete me
Words: Marco Roelofs
Wouldn’t it be great
To disappear
Delete my name out of every system
A smile on my face
That’s my ID
I’m not on your list ‘cause I’ve got no number
Come on, come on, come on,
Push that button un-ID-me
Come on, come on, come on,
Do it now!
Let’s get offline
Move out of here
All my bills will be returned to sender
Address unknown
My accounts are closed
Need a print? You can get the finger!
Come on, come on, come on,
Push that button, un-ID-me
Come on, come on, come on
Do it now!
Come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on,
Do it now!
Mamelodi Melodies
Words: Marco Roelofs
I fell in love
With the beauty of
Mother nature’s gift to great South Africa
But it struck me when
I saw those black men
Live township life in Mamelodi East Pretoria
Remains of an unfair system, it was not supposed to last
Black page in the book of stories of the white man’s past
We, Dutch white punks
Built up our gear
Hey, we made a difference, rock, rock, rock a black high school!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mamelodi Melodies
We drove into
another world and I
could only stare at clouds from burning trash filling the air
And I felt like
A silly tourist on
A cheap trip into other people’s daily misery
But I met cool blacks and whites telling me they really try
To fight against their prejudice, look each other in the eye
We, Dutch white punks
Built up our gear
Hey, we made a difference, rock, rock, rock a black high school!
1 for the shine that glows on your face
2 for the melenin that and origins trace
3 for the color of all melodies face
trinity for all my equal people takes over the space
coz siyaphanda, siyakhanda sihloksa amakhanda
ngoba sthanda sanda ngukfakeli sandla
manje ngiyawanda phakathi kwabo ubani ozong thanda
angsiza amandla sibe inkosi nabo ngok thanda
ngoba sithule tu vele mele skhulume toe
ksele kuwe ukuthi uzbone uzkhulule ku-lula
vula amasango sicu-le
mbhube kuze kube kude
qhude biza ilanga sibemunye
sebenze kabunye ngoba thina sithunwe
kunye angakusho akzokwenza kune
hlanyisa umoya futhi sizokwenzu thuke
thuka ngenjabulo uzbone uphuka khula sula
loko okzok hlula phuma
sibe ilabantu bamanje sibonisane kukanje
ngama langa langa phantsi manzi
sthelele sibe ila abantu bezimbhali khali mali masngahlali sthathis' skhali
singalali sisvikele kwez ngacaci kamiliko yamelodi mamelodi for u let us
shine like what!
Ek sal nooit vergeet, die fantastiese tijd
Mamelodi Melodies
En ik sal onthou, hou hulle saam aan more bou
Mamelodi Melodies
* Special thanks to the South African singers for joining us in this song. Dedicated to all the positive punks we’ve met in SA. Rock on!
De portier (Blij dat ie blaffen kan)
Woorden: Marco Roelofs
Nu weet ik wat die Marokkaan bedoeld
En snap ik heel goed, hoe hij zicht voelt
Als ie zomaar weer geweigerd wordt bij ’n tent
Door zo’n kale afgetrainde security-vent
“Jij past hier niet” zei hij met stalen blik
En gaf me nog even een minzame knik
Macht, macht, macht,
Het voelt vast goed als je mij minacht
Je lacht, lacht, lacht,
Daar staat ie dan, krijgt ie ’n stijve van
Blij dat ie blaffen kan
’T drong niet eens heel goed tot me door
Maar hij hield toch echt z’n anabole arm ervoor
Even dacht ik aan een flauwe slechte grap
Ik vroeg om uitleg maar hij siste “en nou rap”
Macht, macht, macht
Het voelt vast goed als je mij minacht
Je lacht, lacht, lacht
Daar staat ie dan, krijgt ie ‘n stijve van
Blij dat ie blaffen kan
Natuurlijk had ik de verhalen wel gehoord
Gekleurden en sneakers komen niet door de poort
Maar hier stond ik goed geschoeid, witter dan wit
Door m’n eigenwijze kapsel kwam ik zelf in de shit
Tegen zoveel domheid kon ik niks beginnen
Waarom wou ik deze tent überhaupt naar binnen?
Macht, macht, macht
Het voelt vast goed als je mij minacht
Je lacht, lacht, lacht
Daar staat ie dan, krijgt ie ’n stijve van
In de nacht, nacht, nacht
Vindt ‘n lamlul in lakschoenen mij verdacht
Maar wie heeft hier nou de verkeerde kop?
Daar staat ie dan, blij dat ie blaffen kan
‘k moet van je kotsen man!
Scapegoat revolution
Words: Marco Roelofs
This is a scapegoat revolution
This is a scapegoat revolution
Sixteen, I hated to be
Sixteen, low self-esteem and
Sixteen, I wanted to be
Eighteen, things went better
Eighteen, I will remember all my life
Sixteen, always picked on
Sixteen, insecure and
Sixteen, but tiny man turned
Eighteen, I learned to enjoy
Eighteen, I will remember all my life
This is a scapegoat revolution
This is a scapegoat revolution
Sixty, I hope I will turn
Sixty, gray not deaf but
Sixty, slowly walk to
Eighty, in good condition
Eighty, smiling back at my passed life
Sixty, one day I’ll be
Sixty, bald and fat and
Sixty, easy going
Eighty, satisfied and
Eighty, smiling back at my passed life
Come clean
Words: Marco Roelofs
Let’s face what you don’t admit
Massacre, you had a part in it
Genocide in front of our eyes
Stop masking your guilt with lies
Come clean!
History can’t be lied to ‘cause we’ve seen
Now you must confess, come clean!
Evidence lost in the lab
Don’t sell me that kind of crap
Women, children agonized
Soldiers watched, got traumatized
Come clean!
History can’t be lied to ‘cause we’ve seen
Now you must confess, come clean!
1995, on dark days in July
Over 7000 died under a bright blue sky
We can’t change history, what’s done is done
Confession is the first step to overcome
Come clean!
Come clean!
History can’t be lied to ‘cause we’ve seen
Now you must confess, come clean
Stop playing down, now say what you mean
Now you must confess, come clean
* you = Dutch government
Dan breekt de hel los!
Woorden: Marco Roelofs
Wie durft te dansen
op de rand van ’t ravijn?
Wat speelt zich af
in het donker van ’t brein
Onheil sleurt je mee
Over alle grenzen heen
Een fataal verbond
maar in chaos is iedereen alleen
Dan breekt de hel los!
De hel los
Dan breekt de hel los!
Breekt de hel los
Vriendschap door ’t lot
Een pact met het kwaad
In geval van waanzin
komt iedereen te laat
Hoor de schreeuw
in de duisternis
Wie vindt compassie
In de kracht van verdoemenis?
Dan breekt de hel los!
De hel los
Dan breekt de hel los!
Breekt de hel los
Dan breekt de hel los!
Wint pijn van ’t verstand
ontstaat de chaos
Dan breekt de hel los!
Ontstaat de chaos
Ebersberg
Words: Marco Roelofs
Mein Gott, das ist ja völliger Blödsinn
Nach Bayern fährt doch keiner freiwillig hin?
Und die blöden Bullen haben uns wieder kontrolliert
„Ah, Ihr seit aus Holland?“ dann habt ihr fast inhaliert!
Da irgendwo bei München am Ende der Welt
Hat jemand ein kleines Jugendhaus hingestellt
Die Bühne ist scheisse, Anlage fast kaputt
Aber die Baueren rocken, wie es kein anderer Deutscher tut
Das Kuhdorf heisst Ebersberg
Das Kuhdorf heisst Ebersberg
Da geschieht genau soviel wie in der Reihe Derrick
Das Kuhdorf heisst Ebersberg
So ein Mist wir spielen in dem Keller
Den ganzen backline muss durch das Treppenhaus
Zu spät mit dem Soundcheck, die Pizza wieder kalt
Aber die Punks rocken als werden sie niemals alt
Das Kuhdorf heisst Ebersberg
Das Kuhdorf heisst Ebersberg
Da geschieht genau soviel wie in der Reihe Derrick
Das Kuhdorf heisst Ebersberg
One on one
Words: Marco Roelofs
You gotta fight ‘m one on one
Of course I remember back in the days
When I was a young kid looking for ways
To protect myself from falling down
Into the bad habits calling for the crown
And I did not know
It’s no more than a pathetic show
Speed, coke, all the other dope
Temptation, yes, but I learned to cope
You gotta fight ‘m one on one
Face it ‘stead of run
You gotta fight ‘m one on one
It’s no fight, no fight for fun
Weakness hits like a shotgun
Fight ‘m one on one
Get it over with and done
Breaking the limits, I got excited
Adrenaline rush, I couldn’t hide it
I looked up to all the tough guys
Outlaw heroes in my eyes
And I did not know
It’s no more than a pathetic show
Speed, coke, all the other dope
Temptation yes, but I learned to cope
Seduced by sin, I am not a saint
Go ahead if you like to but I ain’t
‘cause I’ve seen, the devil’s face
How addiction pulled kids into disgrace
And I do now know
It’s no more than a pathetic show
Speed, coke all the other dope
Temptation, yes, but I beat the rope
You gotta fight ‘m one on one
Face it stead of run
You gotta fight ‘m one on one
It’s no fight, no fight for fun
Weakness hits like a shotgun
You gotta fight ‘m one on one
Get it over with and done
One way ticket
Words: Marco Roelofs
Life’s just a one way ticket
But your destination is unknown
Some pay the full ride but just get
A journey ending in the very first zone
They fight, hard, long but lose
Life may ignore the route you choose
They fight, hard, long but lose
Invalid tickets aren’t of any use
Life’s just a one way ticket
Which means there’s no return
The road of life knows so many stops
But it’s for sure you’ll rot away or burn
Have fun, drink, fuck and die
>From dust to dust, we’re all passing by
Have fun, drink, fuck and die
In the blink of an eye, we’re all passing by
It’s just a one way ticket
A one way ticket after all
It’s just a one way ticket
A one way ticket and that’s all
We all share the same sun
Words: Marco Roelofs
Gotta ask, gotta ask, gotta ask ourselves; why do they hate us?
What have I done, what have I done to deserve Jihad?
Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re right, time for self-reflection
Why should your world be ruled by the US of A?
I’ve gotta respect, gotta respect your religion and culture
But I was taught, I was taught that’s a two way street
I wanna know, I wanna know; why the path of violence?
‘cause making martyrs doesn’t kill a train of thought
We all share the same sun
Sign of the new day begun
We all share the same sun
Let wisdom speak instead of a gun
Gotta ask, gotta ask, gotta ask ourselves; what do we give them?
What have we done, what have we done to feed their point of view?
Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re right; the unholy cannot see
But the right to disagree is the beauty of democracy
Violation degrades civilization
Communication creates emancipation
* This is NOT a pro-Bush song. This is NOT a pro-Bin Laden song. This is a pro-common sense song!
Euronoise
Words: Marco Roelofs/Archi/Olly/Ingo/Pierre/Japo
In ieder land, in elke stad, de scene die groeit actief
Als je ziek bent van de disco, dan is hier ’t alternatief
Hard, wij gaan hard, dit komt rechtstreeks uit het hart
Het vuurt dat brandt, de motor draait, ja de race die is gestart
(Archi)
Hier geht’s um Ideale, um leidenschaft und Wut
Was wir fühlen ist grenzenlos aber Ami-punk ist auch ganz gut
(Olly)
Se sei stanco di barriere, puoi contare su di noi
Se vuoi vivere una scena, per convincerti che puoi
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say
Ik brul, ik roep, ik schreeuw, de longen uit m’n lijf
Ik spring, ik dans, ik feest, ga als een kogel richting schijf
(Pierre)
C’est le même message, message d’humanité
Sans chichis sans filet, sans domages ni intérêsts
(Ingo)
Wir brauchen keine Grenzen, komm, reiss die Mauern ein
Wir brauchen deinen Mittelfinger, es geht nicht allein!
(NWO)
En el Este, en el Oeste, Al Norte y al Sur
Toda Europa está cantando, sólo faltas tú
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say
Euronoise is all we wanna play
We speak a different language but our spirit is the same
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
A bag full of stories
Words: Marco Roelofs
A bag full of stories
It’s all I have got
But I’m not unhappy oh no I’m not
I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot
A bag full of stories, it’s all I have got
A bag full of stories
It’s all I can give
I travel to sing ‘cause that’s how I live
Maybe we’ll make it, maybe we won’t
But as long as I play, I don’t care if we don’t
A bag full of stories
Tales of my life
Imprisoned in music, my way to survive
You may take my money, yes, take it all
But you can’t get my spirit, my music and soul
She gave me back the key to my front door
Another girl said goodbye, not the last one, for sure
I never bought her presents, I know that’s bad
A fun-on-the-road-report was all she could get
From Sydney to Rome
My mind’s all alone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
From LA to Cologne
My mind’s all alone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
To catch the bus home
A bag full of stories
It’s all I have got
But I’m not unhappy, oh no I’m not
I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot
A bag full of stories, it’s all I have got
My social life sucks and I am to blame
I’m married to music, some say that’s a shame
But it takes me to places no tourist will find
And even if I don’t earn a dime, I’ll forever remind
From Sydney to Rome
My mind’s all alone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
From LA to Cologne
My mind’s all alone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
To catch the bus home |
