The Blood Brothers is Suid-Afrika se eerste super group. As jy hulle show in Joburg en Kaapstad gemis het kan jy jouself met ‘n slangvel-dansskoen in die hol skop, want hierdie was heel moontlik ‘n once-off gewees. Ek meen, check die fokken members:
Arno Carstens (Springbok Nude Girls), Francois van Coke (Fokofpolisiekar & Van Coke Kartel), George van der Spuy (Taxi Violence), Albert Frost (Blues Broers), Kobus de Kock Jnr. (Black Cat Bones), Hunter Kennedy (Fokofpolisiekar), Rian Zietsman (Taxi Violence), Jason Hinch (ex Black Cat Bones, Boargazm), Isaac Klawansky (Shadowclub) en Loedi Van Renen (Taxi Violence).
Hulle het hul battle cry as ‘n single en music video release en hierdie tune is loshande probably die beste local rock tune ooit. Die lyrics is deur SA se klaskaptein van song writers, Hunter Kennedy neergepen. Ons het sommer vir jou die lyrics ook hieronder geplak sodat jy lekker kan saamsing en skeeu. Koop ook gerus die song op iTunes, want al die proceeds gaan na die Vrede Foundation toe. Hulle fight kanker kakhard.

Het ons al gemention dat die tune poeslekker is? Die tune is poeslekker. Daar sê ons dit weer…


there’s a hole in my soul
and I fill it with gold
never gonna get caught
never gonna get old

till a white cloud colors in my x-ray
death lives on the streets
you can’t pay it to go away

no, you never won a battle by staying at home
when the frontline of the war is raging in your bones

the people gotta know
though you walk through the valley
you never really walk alone

victim or survivor some days
I don’t have a song in my heart
so I sing from my memory
and of my friends lost

I was born to die
now live to regret it
blew breath in death’s face
and said not just yet

no, you never won a battle by staying at home
when the frontline of the war is raging in your bones

You shouldn’t count your scars
in the dead of night
you can’t wake up in the middle of the fight
when you stab that thing in its chest
only losers whine about their best
and you still have the rest of your knife

no, you never won a battle by staying at home
when the frontline of the war is raging in your bones

I close my eyes at the sky
and say: “Mama, I’m coming home”
Though I walk through the valley
I never really walk alone