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LYRICS

Many F8 songs have lyrics merely as a matter of necessity - the vocal lack in the overall musical process apparent. Those who stand their own ground does not get words forced onto them, while others depend on their lyrics, serving as a statement, declaration, opinion, protest, mockery, scene setting, mood or fictitious creation.
Enlightening, silly, thought provoking, naive - it all depends on personal interpretation and its relation to the music.

TEAR IT DOWN
(2016)


(New F8 song details coming soon)



A STAR IS MISCARRIED
(2000)

imPERFECTION
(Music by Paul Blom - 2000)

Instrumental



a.c.h.e.
(Music by Paul Blom - 2000)

Instrumental


ADDICTIONS
(1999)

(All songs programmed by Paul Blom - 1999)
Instrumentals

ReBeFa (Religion / Belief / Faith)
LoSeLu (Love / Sex / Lust)
MoGreGa (Money / Greed / Gambling)
NaPhAlDru (Narcotics / Pharmaceuticals / Alcohol / Drugs)
DeOpDoCo (Destruction / Oppression / Domination / Corruption)





PRONOUNCED: FATE
(1998)

These Hands
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - 1998)

These hands
These hands
These soft caressing hands
These hands

Beautiful, tender hands
These hands
These hands!
These hands!!

But these kind instruments
Can turn to stone
Total detriment
Remorse dies alone

Same gentle touch
To a cheek, a face
Can prove more than too much
Split a lip in disgrace

No gender rules
This ship of fools
Is sinking fast
Tied to the mast

These hands
These hard working hands
These creative hands
These Hands!!

These very same hands
Sending such sweet sensations
So hard to understand
Can cause bruises, lacerations

Tightened grip
Cuts off air
Life slips
Muscles tear

Fading light
The colour night
Is within you
Profess your love in black & blue

These Hands...


Surfinís Tha Word
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom featuring Willem Van Der Merwe on trombone with Dave Ledbetter & Henri Jacques Blom on additional backing vocals - 1998)

He wants an ocean
He wants sand
He wants a surfboard
And sexwax in his hand

56K modems
And surfiní the Net just wonít do
He hates the boardroom boredom
The 1000 buck suits & shoes

An overnight Yuppie
Inadvertently
Thereís just so much money
In advertising, you see?
Hey!

He wants the real thing...
Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfinís tha word!
(He wants the real thing, baby...)

But big business life Ďaint so sweet
Sea water pumps through his veins
Heís smothered by concrete
And the cellphone fries his brain

Blinded by it all
The home, the 4x4
Before you know it you fall
But still you want more

The artificial waves
At Boksberg By The Sea
Are just as lame
As the ones at Sun City
Hey!

He wants the real thing...
Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfinís tha word!
(He wants the real thing, baby...)

He wants to crack
A wake-up call
Another car hi-jacked
The final straw

So he gave it up for good
For a Kombi and a tent
Who needs food and
Who needs to pay the rent

See the babes bounce by
Sun sets and the waves roll in
Clear blue skies and
The most contented grin
Hey!

He wants the real thing...
Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfinís tha word!
(He wants the real thing, baby...)



Narcoma
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - 1998)

Youíre slipping away
I want you to stay
No use to pray
As all turns grey

Plugged in unlike before
This life-giver can push no more
Paradise at a price
Now youíre stranded on that shore

NO!
WAKE UP!

Words - They fail me now
So reckless, tell me how?
Just had to have another slice
Another thrill - Straight to the core

What am I to do
This bond so strong so true
I roll my own loaded dice
Perhaps I should join you tooÖ


Handmade Apocalypse
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - 1998)

Itís the unwritten law of a corrupt century
Itís the underscore of a maligned millennium

A species of hate and strife
Disrespecting all life
Imminent self-destruction
Little boys with deadly toys

Itís the unwritten law of a maligned millennium
Itís the underscore of a corrupt century

A Handmade Apocalypse
In our backyards
A Handmade Apocalypse
In our backyards


It's the underscore of a maligned millennium
Itís the unwritten law of a corrupt century

Disgracing the forefathers
Rape their mothers

Itís the unwritten law
Itís the underscore

A Handmade Apocalypse
In our backyards
A Handmade Apocalypse
In our backyards


Itís the unwritten law of a maligned millennium
Itís the underscore of a corrupt century


What else is in store?



Disko In Fur? No!

(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - 1998)

Uh!
Ah, yeah!

Disko. Disko.
Disko. In fur? No!
Disko. Disko.
Disko. In fur? No!

Disko in fur? No!
Disko in fur? No!

Disko-Disko-Disko in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko in fur? No!

Uh!
D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!

Ah, yeah!
Disko-in-Disko-in-Disko in fur? No!
No-No. Soho. Coco. Disko.
Disko-in-Disko-in-Disko in fur? No!
Disko. Coco. Soho. No-No.

D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!
D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!

Disko. Disko. Disko. Disko.
Disko. In fur? No!
In fur? No!
In fur? No!

Boogie down-down-down
Boogie-Boogie down-down-down
Boogie down-down-down
In flames

Boogie down-down-down
Boogie-Boogie down-down-down
Boogie down-down-down
In flames
Boogie!

Disko. In Fur? No!


SexHex
(Music, lyrics & vocals by Paul Blom - 1998)

SexHexSexHexSexHexSexHex

Syís my
SexHex
Syís my
SexHex

SexHex!

Syís my SexHex
Sy betower my
Ďn Bose mag
Waarna ek smag

Ja! Ja!! Ja!!!

SexHex!

Ja! Ja!! Ja!!!

Syít als wat ek wil he^
Of ons nou staan of le^
My SexHex se toordery
Laat my kom - maak my vry!

Ja! Ja!!

Haar bonatuurlike erotiek
Maak morele etters siek
Maar dis net reg vir my
Jy hoort self een te kry


Drone (Version 1.0)
(Programmed by Paul Blom - 1998)

Instrumental


This Minute
(Words - or lack thereof - by Paul Blom - 1998)

This is a silent one minute track with the listener urged to read the printed words below...


Within this minute, someone is being raped, murdered, abused, starving, freezing, neglected, abused, contracting HIV... There are 60 minutes in an hour, 1440 in a day, 43200 in a month... you can do the math... what are you going to do about it?



A D8 WITH F8
(1997)

!!speeed!!
(Music: Paul Blom. Vocals: Paul Blom, Werner Offner, Julian Oosthuizen - 1997)

Nyaaaaarrrggghhh!!!
(snort)
Nyaaaaarrrggghhh!!!


Dr Faustus
(Music: Paul Blom & Julian Oosthuizen. Lyrics & Vocals: Werner Offner - 1997)

Improvised lyrics not available - if you bump into Werner, ask him...



Karnival DeGrind
(Music: Paul Blom & Julian Oosthuizen - 1997)

Instrumental

 





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