1. |
Mezousa
00:47
|
|||
2. |
Venus Fly Trap
02:49
|
|||
Must have been the time
the confidence in her smile
the way she looked at me
looked away and for a while
I could see myself, in her bed again
committing sin
committing sin all over again, over again
come on honey won’t you let me in
we get high, way below
we get the fire in the belly to grow
She’s a Venus fly trap lurking in my bed
She’s a Venus fly trap waiting to be fed
She would play it cool
she would play it cruel
she was hungry to snap at a passing fool
waiting patiently, in a basking glow
Venus fly trap anxious for the final blow
She’s gonna get ya, she’s gonna get ya
she’s gonna get ya boy
she don’t care about no one
Come on baby, come on
Let’s see you shake it
We get on like a house on fire
Home, home baby won’t you take me home
Home, home baby won’t you take me home
She’s been famished and waiting
a cold blooded mistress choking him
a Venus fly trap lurking in
the deepest, darkest parts of him
The deepest, darkest parts of him
|
||||
3. |
Heads or Tails
03:40
|
|||
Hey sucker, jokes on you
You can scream and shout
till your face turns blue
Don’t matter what you have
or haven’t found
you’ve always been a pessimistic cow
Where black & white is simply day or night
And winning battles is a losing fight
When you think about it - Heads or Tails
When you cross the street or
you board a plane
Anything could happen - set the sails
Hey, Crackerjack - what’s for free?
Your lucky packet comes with nose bleeds
You might be careless
you might slip and fall
Might hit your head
might never have it all
When you think about it - Heads or Tails
When you cross the street or
you board a plane
Anything could happen - set the sails
Heads or Tails
When you think about it - Heads or Tails
When you cross the street or
you board a plane
The toss could fall in favor
or it might fail
|
||||
4. |
Depth of Feel
03:33
|
|||
See the world through cancer eyes
eats you up, spits you aside
cost us many nights of sleep
worried minds with hearts that weep
Finally I can breathe again
the air fills up my lungs again
I thought I’d never jump the fence
my heart weighs heavy and intense
Can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t move on
don’t grasp where you’re coming from
we’ve not seen things eye to eye
made mistakes, said our goodbyes
Suit yourself - what else - could matter
the rest at best is all distraction
the fact remains our claims are factual
No space for consultation
enough reiteration
distress and hesitation
the end was clearly coming
sorry about the run in
guess that’s the way things are
enough distractions
|
||||
5. |
Devil 'n Pistol
04:12
|
|||
I went down to the river
and I found myself a friend
He took all my pain and suffering
and he put it to an end
I went down to the river
and I’ll never be same
I owe my life to a preacher man
and a shadow without a name
Speak of the devil
The one that fell from heaven
The one that has eleven fingers
and four toes
He needs no introduction
He’s the king of all seduction
He’s a reptile with the function to
dismantle your brain
What would you do if the devil
came for you
came a knocking at your door
on the sixth of June?
Would you rattle like a snake
Would you openly debate
That it’s not your time
your fate to be leaving so soon
Can’t find my pistol and the devil is
a’comin and the devil is a’comin and he’s
hot on my heels
Can’t find a pastor and the devil’s comin
faster and the devil’s comin faster and
it gives me chills
Oh, Hail Mary won’t you save our souls
Oh Hail Mary, I know it’s pretty scary but
something’s got to give
I’m slowly losing control
Can’t find my pistol
Have you seen my gun?
I might be in danger
It’s bad for my health
What would you fear if the ending was
near and the gates of hell were closing
with your name on its rear?
Would you run for the hill?
With precision voodoo skill
cut the devil from his elongated
pointed tail?
What would you do if the devil came for
you, came a knocking at your door on
the sixth of June?
Would you rattle like a snake
Would you openly debate
That it’s not your time
your fate to be leaving so soon
Can’t find my pistol and the devil is
a’comin and the devil is a’comin and he’s
hot on my heels
Can’t find a pastor and the devil’s comin
faster and the devil’s comin faster and it
gives me chills
Help! I need help! I need help cause I’m a
headless chicken running around
I need help! I need help! I need help to
exorcise the devil back to hell
back to hell!
|
||||
6. |
Valley of Shadows
06:31
|
|||
Don’t know many things
many things at all
I’ve been running from
the shadows on the wall
They’ve been chasing me
chasing for so long
hope that i don’t look back
hope that i don’t fall
I’v had plenty time to ponder
about my crimes
(although) it’s frightening
all the gloom in cobwebs you might find
secluded, locked up
in the closet of my mind
is it just another way to candidly decline
Vacant vessels lost
to the clutches of the deep
Pray my soul to keep
surrender or retreat
Deep in the heart of me
where my will resides
things that I’d rather hide
go bumping in the night
it overshadows me, I become it’s mould
does as it wants with me
turns my heart stone cold
Vacant vessels lost
to the clutches of the deep
Pray my soul to keep
surrender or retreat
You know, you know
the shadow follows you
you know , you know
there’s nothing you can do
you know , you know
you are alone
|
||||
7. |
Hold 'em or Fold 'em
06:04
|
|||
Insipid brother how did you get yourself
into so many knots?
you’ve tumble
dived yourself into congestion
how will you get out this time?
Know when to hold ‘em
know when to fold ‘em
know when to call it quits
Hold ‘em or fold ‘em could surely mean
detrimental decent
sleepless days of pursuit for
that curse at the rainbows end
Troubled sibling how did you
get mixed up
with the filth and the swine?
Hellhounds on your trail
seeking blood and vengeance
there aint no more place to hide
Know when to hold ‘em
know when to fold ‘em
know when to call it quits
Hold ‘em or fold ‘em could surely mean
detrimental decent
sleepless days of pursuit for
that curse at the rainbows end
Too many nights - too many knots
You keep on fighting
it’s too late
All your time and effort
has gone to waist
Who are you?
|
||||
8. |
Waste Not
05:12
|
|||
We’ve wasted - so much time
remaining idle and bound
countless ways to encourage a shift
move assured instead of floating adrift
routine habits make you stale and dull
we refuse to take it lying down
We waste not what we want
Waste not - Want not
You failed us for far too long
too swollen with pride to be wrong
escape really was the best way out
ascertaining not the slightest doubt
the problem never was a lack of faith
we only differed on the things we craved
All that you cared for
all that you praised
safe from the rule of strain
taking the slow course wasn’t an option
so we adjust & change
we change
|
||||
9. |
The Turn
03:04
|
|||
When your heart is attracted to
what it fears it ceases to exist
with eluding ideas
You try to jolt the leaches
from the trench within
leaving no traces of your ghastly sins
Cleansed, invigorated seeking only more
brand new second hand
moving to the fore
The turn is right around the bend
When your wounds have finally healed
but impression remains
It leaves discoloration
running through your veins
And the fraction of the soul
that remains intact
regains it’s former posture
but with newfound tact
The turn is right around the bend
For many moons I’ve yearned
for winds of change to turn
My day has finally come
at last I don’t feel numb
The beginning of the end
the shedding of old skin
to transform and transcend
the turn is round the bend
Released into the yonder
with vigor and with thunder
to roam the open land
to spread and to expand
|
||||
10. |
Lose that Halo
01:11
|
|||
11. |
Seven Shots
03:32
|
|||
12. |
Death to Hollywood
04:10
|
|||
Take me to the promised land where
the rich are filthy and underhand
dining with the rats and the snakes
Plastic smile, plastic taste
oh not another artificial race
loathing on their own self existence
Death to Hollywood
Down in the valley of make believe
where aliens land in western scenes
the dead pretend that they are the living
Death to Hollywood
So you think you can - light the screen
We’re gonna burn this town down
Burn this town to the ground
|
||||
13. |
Van my sinne Beroof
01:41
|
|||
14. |
Church going man
06:59
|
|||
Father was a religious man
Raise your arms and shake your hands
Hallelujah, we’ve been saved
set me free my mind’s enslaved
Dusty bibles make for dirty lives
Repent or be cast astray
Every Sunday till I was eighteen
I was told to sing my hymns
pay heed to the vicar’s thunder
lest i should go six feet under
Dusty bibles make for dirty lives
Go! Where do you think you’ll go?
When there’s no more flesh & bone!
When you’re done and dusted
and all you fear is the unknown
One day the preacher man
looked me in the eye
Said: “Son where you gonna go
when you die?
Up to heaven where the angels fly,
or down where the flames
burn mighty high?”
Take it from me my friend
we all die in the end
quietly in your sleep
or violently on the streets
No one can say when for sure
or how much we’d have to endure
only the future can tell
will it be heaven or hell
No one can say when and where
no one said it be fair… on us
No one can say when for sure
or how much we’d have to endure
No one can say when and where
no one said it be fair on us
|
Taxi Violence Cape Town, South Africa
Taxi Violence have travelled a long and independent road to proving themselves as one of the best live acts in South Africa. Their sound can be described as blues-infused, retro rock with a pinch of sleaze and bourbon.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Taxi Violence, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp