Well vandag sou 5 jaar gewees het, maar dit is nie, en in sekere opsigte is ek bly. In ander is ek minder bly, jy weet dis 'n 5de van my lewe (tot dus ver) wat ek saam met haar spandeer het en dis darem maar baie om so vinnig af te skryf. so hier is iets vir haar:

Waking up Irene, because everybody else has got some place to go. She makes a little motion with her head, rolls over; and she says she's gonna sleep for a couple minutes more. I've said "I'm sorry" to Irene for the cold hearted thing that I have done. I've said "I'm sorry", by now, at least once to just about everyone. She says, "I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do today", and it slips my mind what I'm supposed to say? We're getting older and older, and older; and always a little further out of the way. You look into her eyes and it's more than your heart will allow.

And November and Everything After, you get a little less than you expected, somehow...

I stumbled into Hattfield Square just as the sun began to rise. I lay down on the cobbles of mordor, right down with the shadow of St. Muller in the sky. I'm just one of these late model children waiting for something, but there ain't no sign of Irene in Pretoria. It's just me, and I'm playing it the wrong way around.

She wants to be just like me. And I want every damn thing I can see. One day you're Daddy's little angel, the next day you're everything he wanted you to be. They dress you up in white satin and they give you your very own pair of wings. In November and Everything After, I'm after everything.

Well now I got my reservations and I got myself a pettyful home. And I got the number of some girl in Johannesburg City who's always wide awake; so I never have to spend the night alone. I got this nasty little habit of peeking down the shirts of all the little girls as they pass me by. And I wonder if it all catches up to me, do you think they'll take me down? Do you think i'm gonna cry?

Well, I've already got your disease, so take your fucking filthy hands off of me. Well I hope you weren't expecting me to be crucified. The best that they can do is just to hang me from the nearest tree. Its midnight in Pietersburg and i'm waiting here for Jesus on my knees. In November and Everything after, i want somebody else to bleed for me.

I came down from Limpopo, because i had a conference in Centurion Hotel. Now everyone I know is turning show girl and dancing with their shirt off in some teazers strip bar. So i'm going to Switzerland, because i gotta little sleazy there for me. When i find myself alone, i know i'm never going home. You make the changes, the changes that you need.

I no longer know how to pray. I'm living in a dogtown and it's a dalmation parade. I've changed my spots, over and over, but they never seem to fade away. Now i'm the last remaining farmer, looking for the place where the blue bulls roam. In november and everything after, man, she ain't never coming home.

duritz, that's all.
Good night, good luck with your teams
and good riddance