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Sorry Mom

by ZEBRA

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1.
Dumelang, sanbonani, goeie middag, hello Our band’s name is Zebra and welcome to the show Where Kassie meats the Platteland, Maskandi meets the rocks Where pub meets the theatre and people start to talk Welcome to the show Welcome to the show Welcome to the show Ladies and gentlemen, we are Zebra And we just want to thank you For listening, for supporting For always following us And remember, if we’re going to change this world It’s us and you Is it black with white stripes? Is it white with black stripes? Nobody gives a fuck It’s a fucking Zebra Common, ah yeah!
2.
Zebra Week 02:42
Hey Zebra guys, howzit going? Like, I wanted to ask you oaks What is a week like for you guys? It must be lank busy hey Let me tell you now Once a week, I get to blow off steam So, I call the boys, and we intervene Cause the weeks been too long, to handle sober When life gets you down, just burn the five-leave clover Monday was kak Tuesday was trouble Wednesday got better But Thursday was double Friday was lit Saturday was boss Sunday was heavy I’m still dik babelas See that now Duncan’s out We got to take him home While Siphe’s still on the goddamn phone Suddenly Wim wants to start a fight Looks like Ivan and Justin are the only motherfuckers getting laid tonight Monday was kak Give it to me Tuesday was trouble Wednesday got better But Thursday was double Friday was lit Saturday was boss Sunday was heavy I’m still dik babelas Monday’s a bomb day Tuesday refuse day Wednesday is Wednesday Thursday gets thirsty Friday get your work out the way Cause Saturdays the Zebra kind of way Sunday means it’s all almost over But don’t quit, don’t cry on no shoulder It’s gonna be one hell of a week What kind of week? The Zebra kind of week Samba Let me tell you Monday was kak Tuesday was trouble Wednesday got better But Thursday was double Friday was lit Saturday was boss Sunday was heavy I’m still dik babelas And that’s a kind of week
3.
First Year 03:07
I woke up late I skipped a class I wrote some tests I never passed I grew my hair it looked like trash I met a girl, it didn’t last I made some friends. He made some friends Had a few good nights I lost some phones, I lost some fights Too many happy hours I drank too much beer I guess I really messed up good in my first year Sorry Mom And oh yes, I’ll admit I’m just a stupid student Did it all, everything, I knew I really shouldn’t For the boys, all the boys Who wants to feel like men? That’s okay, but next year you’ll be a first year again I made a few pretty big mistakes I knew the barmen all by their names And I was young, and I was free That’s maybe why I got 12% for chemistry It was too late, my fate was sealed Guess I’ll prepare for my appeal And oh yes, I’ll admit I’m just a stupid student Did it all, everything, I knew I really shouldn’t For the boys, all the boys Who wants to feel like men? That’s okay, but next year you’ll be a first year again And when exams came, I went too far I did revision inside a flippen bar My dreams of engineering Oh, so quickly killed Cause I spent all my time inside Hatfield I’m just a stupid student Did it all, everything, I knew I really shouldn’t For the boys, all the boys Who wants to feel like men? That’s okay, but next year you’ll be a first year again First-year, best two years of life First-year, best two years of life First-year, best two years of life First-year, best two years of life Sorry Mom
4.
Down Down 02:57
Hey, hey Hay man, where are you? I’m chilling with my girl Don’t you want to go party? Nah man Netflix and chill I totally get that but that’s the third time this week I’m really sorry but there’s no way to leave You’re going down, down, down Another one down You’re going down, down, down Another one down Hey girls, where are you? I’m stuck at work Don’t you want to go party, dance on tables and twerk? I’d love to dance on tables and twerk But you know my boss is being such a jerk You’re going down, down, down Another one down You’re going down, down, down Another one down Sorry Mom Jan, Danell, Vusi, Katklego, Lungelo This is to all my brothers and sisters That’s fallen down over love man The preacher has spoken There shall not be more that fall Do you hear me? I’m gonna miss you Say goodbye to your friends But I’ll remember you to the very end So just tonight were gonna burn this town Before I go down, down, down Before I go down Before I go down, down, down Another one down Down, Down, Down Before I go Down
5.
Exticy 03:32
Good fucking luck The streets aren’t ready for this feeling Pumping through my body How quickly can we leave it all behind? Sorry mom There are holes in these jeans I’ve got the scars on my knees To prove I’ve been around this town It’s not easy coming down, no it’s not Ecstasy, running through me Let your body tell you what to do God just give in, let it take control And it will light the fire Can you feel it, people? Can you feel it? A yebo! Good fucking luck The streets aren’t ready for this feeling Pumping through my body How quickly can we leave it all behind? (Leave it all behind) There are holes in these jeans I’ve got the scars on my knees To prove I’ve been around this town It’s not easy coming down, no it’s not Ecstasy, running through me Let your body tell you what to do God just give in, let it take control And it will light the fire Can you feel it, people? Can you feel it? A yebo Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped Get pumped up, I get pumped. Can you feel it? Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped, can you feel it? Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped Get pumped up, I get pumped. Get pumped up, I get pumped, can you feel it? Yebo Can you feel it? It’s running through my veins! Makes my body go insane Raise the roof, turn up the flames It’s ecstasy, sit next to me Get comfortable, this a fantasy Can you handle it? Cause you filthy rich! Well then take a hit of some crazy shh Now can you feel it? Let’s go! Ecstasy, running through me Let your body tell you what to do God just give in, let it take control And it will light the fire Can you feel it, people?
6.
Sorry Mom 02:11
I like drinking way too much I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, ngiyaxolisa ma I like woman way too much I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, I’m sorry mom I’m so sorry mamma I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, ngiyaxolisa ma I’m so sorry mamma I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, ngiyaxolisa ma I like smoking way too much I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, ngiyaxolisa ma I like partying way too much I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, I’m sorry mom I’m so sorry mamma I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, ngiyaxolisa ma I’m so sorry mamma I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, ngiyaxolisa ma There I go again Drinking with all my friends till 4am And I know that I promised I’m sorry mom, I’m gonna do it again I’m so sorry mamma I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, ngiyaxolisa ma I’m so sorry mamma I’m sorry mom, ek’s jammer ma, I’m sorry mom
7.
BSRE 03:13
Oe Lala la Oe Lala la Oe Lala la Oe Lala la Oe Lala la Oe Lala la la la la la Oe Lala la Oe Lala la Tell me, girl, what’s your favourite? P.O.V. you can anime it Ecstasy might just make me Doing anything, let’s go crazy Ebony, let’s do a parody A comedy of an orgy Yeah, yeah! My friends tell me good luck Cause there’s this girl I really want to Hug her Squeeze her Let her know Let her know, it’s time to blow (Ah you got such a dirty mind) You can blow me away Swallow the shame Ride the wave I’ll explore your cave And if you want some more, we can go hardcore I’m not black I’m not white I’m just all shades of crazy About you About how We could all be so amazing If we sit and talk it out Maybe see what this whole thing is about Ha Ha Ha My friends tell me good luck Cause there’s this girl I really want to Hug her Squeeze her Let her know Let her know, it’s time to blow Naughty, dirty, dirty mind. Give it to me You can blow me away Swallow the shame Ride the wave I’ll explore your cave And if you want some more, we can go hardcore Come on girl, let’s watch American Pie Afterward ek gat jou Na, nei man, ha ha Ek joke net rond, Maak n bietjie oop en wys my jou Hay sies, you got a dirty mind Stop thinking like that or it’ll hit you from behind My rhymes are just because I’ve got the skill You know it well after you saw my Uhm, wait What did you want to say? My flow is gay cause I’m happy that way I’m looking for a girl Can you help me find her? So, I can take her home And eat her Regina (Regina) Cause there’s leftovers in the fridge But while you’re at it You can blow me away Swallow the shame Ride the wave I’ll explore your cave (Come on my, girl) And if you want some more, we can go hardcore You can blow me away Swallow the shame Ride the wave I’ll explore your cave And if you want some more, we can go hardcore
8.
Living my best life is fucking exhausting Trust me that for years I’ve been trying Even though I want to say no I’m all dressed up and I’m ready to go Cause FOMO hits my gut Every time that you call me up So shut the fuck up Let’s make some memories Even though I’m dead ass broke And I have no energy Cause we only have tonight of barely existing But trust me, living my best life is fucking exhausting Never again is what I tell myself Maybe, just maybe, I should get some help Even though I want to say now I’m all dressed up and I’m ready to go Cause FOMO hits my gut Every time that you call me up So shut the fuck up Let’s make some memories Even though I’m dead ass broke And I have no energy Cause we only have tonight of barely existing But trust me, living my best life is fucking exhausting Dude come out No Come out No Come out What do you mean why? I didn’t say why Sorry mom Why? Cause it’s been a perfect month And my body is giving in My mind is going numb And my knees are shivering So shut the fuck up Let’s make some memories Even though I’m dead ass broke And I have no energy Cause we only have tonight of barely existing But trust me, living your best life is fucking exhausting
9.
Ja bra, ja bra Nee bra, nee bra Fokkit bra, fokkit bra Zebra, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra Walk in the club with a guitar in my hand Everybody looking because I play in the band Drinks are free, that’s how we get paid ten minutes in the bathroom, because I just got laid So, come to the club, it’s time to play And then ask me why, because its the Zebra kind of way La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra I’m so drunk right now Can’t remember the place Was it her was it him? Can’t remember the face Take a pic now Make a movie now yea Jiva na bangani bam Ask me why bitch Why bitch? Because, its the Zebra fuckin way La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra Check this shit out Y’all ready to get crazy? Check this, check this! Ja bra, ja bra Nee bra, nee bra Fokkit bra, fokkit bra Zebra, zebra Ja bra, ja bra Nee bra,nee bra Fokkit bra, fokkit bra Zebra, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala, Zebra La la la lala la lala!
10.
Life Sucks 04:17
If you open up your mind your brain will fall to the floor If you open your heart Your blood will lose all control Take a photo of a camera Slide down the stairs Show the mirror, a mirror Prepare unprepared Life sucks sometimes Can’t we just rewind I know that you have got my back Grab me closer my friend You do not have to pretend I will kill for you And I would die for you Put your shoes on, to go to sleep Stare at the smell Whisper your secrets I promise i won’t tell If you walk a hundred miles Your legs will give in Remember You can’t die from a breakup You can’t die from a breakup Life sucks sometimes Can’t we just rewind I know that you have got my back Grab me closer my friend You do not have to pretend I will kill for you And I would die for you Life sucks sometimes Can’t we just rewind I know that you have got my back Life sucks Sometimes
11.
Sanbonani 02:47
You know I didn’t grow up with Black Mambazo I grew up with the Rock and Roll Until I opened my eyes to wats around me And I went the township jol And there was Vosho And there was Nyama And there were people everywhere And there was There was Unthombuti Sanbonani Time to make a change Sanbonani No one left to blame Sanbonani Time to confess Sanbonani S.A does it best I didn’t grow up with the rock and roll I grew up with the Black Mambazo Until I opened my eyes to what’s around me And I went to the rock and roll show And there was sokkie And there was melktert And there were people everywhere And the was there was There was Brandewyn! Sanbonani Time to make a change Sanbonani No one left to blame Sanbonani Time to confess Sanbonani S.A does it best Come together, South Africa We make it better We get them vibes No matter the weather Africa O.G trendsetter Show more love Don’t bring a bad vibe Together we’d be one great tribe Happiness We must insist, because this lekkeness Y’all can’t resist Sanbonani Time to make a change Sanbonani No one left to blame Sanbonani Time to confess Sanbonani S.A does it best Haai man Haai man Sanbonani
12.
Got The Time 04:10
Give it to me As the 40-year-old man Walks in after a long day His 8-year-old son, asks him Daddy do you want to go play He leans over to whisper something in his ear Something the 8 year was never ready to hear He said I’m tired of this bullshit These political views I’m tired of my taxes not put to better use Oh, someone come and help us Everywhere you look there's crime Oh lord come and save us Where running out of time The 8-year-old boy Confused and shocked, Ride his bicycle To Danny and Thando around the block He says guys, we’ve got a problem My dad’s really sad And Thando said hay man My dad’s also really mad Are they fighting each other again? Yeah, they’re fighting I’m so sick and tired of this bullshit These political views I’m tired of my taxes not put to better use Oh, someone come and help us Everywhere you look there's crime Oh lord come and save us Where running out of time Out of time So, take my hand Let’s start a band We can try and fix this land In a way South Africans understand Yoh boys, yeah, I’m crying man Come on, come on Let’s change it, let’s go back to the story boys Sorry ma! The 8-year-old boy Goes back to his dad With a written speech He’s holding in his hand He takes a deep breath And stands on the bed And this is a speech an 8-year-old South African kid read Dad, I know your tired of this country and all its kak But just remember This is our fucking bullshit Our political views This is our fucking taxes not put to better use So, no one’s coming to help us With this fucking crime But were gonna save us Cause we’ve got the time Got the time This is our fucking bullshit Our political views It’s our fucking taxes not put to better use So, no one’s coming to help us With this fucking crime But were gonna save it Cause we’ve got the time

about

Sorry Mom is a lot like Zebra itself, to the point and what you see is what you get. Sorry Mom is about all the things that we have done to annoy, disappoint … and every now and then surprise our mothers (and how we can’t say sorry enough)!

Sorry Mom is Afro Folk Punk with a tongue-in-cheek sound, that draws inspiration from bands and artists such as Freshly Ground, Fokofpolisiekar, Kendrick Lamar and Hamilton the Musical. This album really explains us as a band, and how at the end of the day, we owe it to our mothers to say sorry (since everyone lets down their mom’s at least once in their life).

The songs on this album vary from living your best life, to a week in the life of a band member. For the first time ever, we recorded a slow song that was never planned, but it represents the helplessness of lockdown.

Like Siphe (aka “The Captain”) said, “Zebra has always been about having good times and relatability. With this album nothing has changed, except the fact that the babelas hits harder, and that we are one step closer to finding our voice in a way that people would listen to.”

This album also focused a lot more on the musical side, playing new rhythms and cords which pushed boundaries that unlocked something new in each musician.

So once again … Sorry Mom, but Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the show!

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released April 1, 2021

Music & Lyrics by ZEBRA
Album Art by Duncan Potgieter - Soulfleece
Recorded by Ewald Honey - Ware Jakob Recording Studios
Mix & Master by Callie Naude - Wild Audio
PR by Devographic Music Media, PR, Events & AR Agency

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ZEBRA Pretoria, South Africa

ZEBRA is a Pretoria-based band, who is self-described as the "wayward love-child of comedic rock and indie music"!

The "Herd", as they’re so affectionately known, weave a fantastic story with their original songs and catchy lyrics, all the while making everyone in the house dance.
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