Born in Bloemfontein, South Africa, Coenie was educated at University of the Free State in Bloemfontein majoring in media studies where he later on lectured in the Communications faculty. He has always viewed his musical career as his second vocation. He is also a classically trained pianist. Coenie is the anchor presenter in popular South African kykNET journal program "Kwela".
During the late 1980s, Coenie spent a few years in self-imposed exile in Cyprus. Coenie has also performed in New Zealand, Canada, the Netherlands, Belgium, and the United Kingdom.
Coenie signed with Mountain Records in 1983, and recorded his debut album, Skoppensboer, working with producer, Patrick Lee-Thorp and engineer, Kevin Shirley, in the same year. He subsequently recorded 4 albums for the label many of which won industry awards. In addition he contributed to label compilations of his work. Since leaving Mountain Records he has recorded a number of one off projects for different labels.
Coenie lived on the island of Cyprus during the eighties and nineties. He wrote, recorded and produced the album Amper Alleen in Cyprus and in Athens, Greece. Amper Alleen was the second SA album to be released on CD. Coenie and his family returned to South Africa after the release of Nelson Mandela and the unbanning of the ANC. He released Hartland, an album which included a vocal performance by Lesley Rae Dowling.
Flamenca
Coenie De Villiers Lyrics
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Aan die sonkant van die straat
Is ‘n kroeg wat laataand oopmaak, waar mens drink en mens kan praat
Daar is kerse op die tafel
Wyn in elke glas
Hulle voel antisipasie
Hulle weet sy gaan verras
Almal wag gespanne op haar koms om kwart oor tien
Hulle’s hier om haar ontwil om die flamenco weer te sien
Om te hoor hoe klop haar hakke
‘n Ritme op die vloer waar sy die volgepakte kroeg
In ekstase mee kan voer
Die vuur in die flamenco, die vlam in haar kitaar
Die hitte van die stiergeveg, die corrida se gevaar
Die klap van kastanjette en ‘n son wat bloedig brand
Oor haar hare ‘n mantilla van handgeweefte kant
Sy hou my so gevange terwyl sy om die tafel dans
Laat my glo sy sien my raak
Laat my glo ek staan ‘n kans
Die kurwes van haar lyf is gehul in swart tafsy in die applous wat sy ontketen
Kan jy hoor sy word beny vir die passie in haar oë
Vir haar soepel lyf wat fier deur die pas van die flamenco
Herinner aan die stier
Wat moedig teen die matador, die stryd oplaas verloor
En ‘n swaard getooi met blomme, sy edel hart deurboor
Die laaste note eindig in ‘n crescendo van kitaar
Al ken hul die flamenco, glo hul die dans is waar
Die vuur in die flamenco, die vlam in haar kitaar
Die hitte van die stiergeveg, die corrida se gevaar
Die klap van kastanjette en ‘n son wat bloedig brand
Oor haar hare ‘n mantilla van handgeweefte kant
Sy hou my so gevange terwyl sy om die tafel dans
Laat my glo sy sien my raak
Laat my glo ek staan ‘n kans
Die vuur in die flamenco, die vlam in haar kitaar
Die hitte van die stiergeveg, die corrida se gevaar
Die klap van kastanjette en ‘n son wat bloedig brand
Oor haar hare ‘n mantilla van handgeweefte kant
Sy hou my so gevange terwyl sy om die tafel dans
Laat my glo sy sien my raak
Laat my glo ek staan ‘n kans
Coenie De Villiers's song "Flamenca" takes us on a journey through the streets of Valencia, Spain, to a late-night bar where people gather to drink and talk while waiting for the arrival of Flamenco dancer. The anticipation in the air is palpable, and everyone is eagerly waiting for her to start her performance. As she begins to dance, the entire crowded room is enraptured by the beauty and passion of her movements.
The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the fiery passion of Flamenco, with its vibrant rhythms and complex footwork. The tone of the song is one of admiration and awe for the dancer who can so expertly perform this intense and captivating style of music.
The imagery in the song is particularly striking, with lines like "the fire in the Flamenco, the flame in her guitar," and "over her hair a mantilla of handwoven lace." These descriptive phrases create a vivid picture of the colors, sounds, and sensations of Flamenco.
Overall, "Flamenca" is a beautiful tribute to the artistry and passion of Flamenco, as well as the dancers who bring this exhilarating style of music to life.
Line by Line Meaning
Langs ‘n steeg in ou Valencia
Next to an alleyway in old Valencia
Aan die sonkant van die straat
On the sunny side of the street
Is ‘n kroeg wat laataand oopmaak, waar mens drink en mens kan praat
There's a pub that opens late at night, where people drink and talk
Daar is kerse op die tafel
There are candles on the table
Wyn in elke glas
Wine in every glass
Hulle voel antisipasie
They feel anticipation
Hulle weet sy gaan verras
They know she's going to surprise them
Almal wag gespanne op haar koms om kwart oor tien
Everyone is eagerly waiting for her arrival at ten fifteen
Hulle’s hier om haar ontwil om die flamenco weer te sien
They're here for her sake, to see the flamenco again
Om te hoor hoe klop haar hakke
To hear the rhythm of her heels
‘n Ritme op die vloer waar sy die volgepakte kroeg
A rhythm on the floor where she can move the crowded pub
In ekstase mee kan voer
Into ecstasy
Die vuur in die flamenco, die vlam in haar kitaar
The fire in the flamenco, the flame in her guitar
Die hitte van die stiergeveg, die corrida se gevaar
The heat of the bullfight, the danger of the corrida
Die klap van kastanjette en ‘n son wat bloedig brand
The clack of castanets and a sun burning bloody
Oor haar hare ‘n mantilla van handgeweefte kant
Over her hair a mantilla of handmade lace
Sy hou my so gevange terwyl sy om die tafel dans
She holds me captive while she dances around the table
Laat my glo sy sien my raak
Let me believe she sees me, touches me
Laat my glo ek staan ‘n kans
Let me believe I stand a chance
Die kurwes van haar lyf is gehul in swart tafsy in die applous wat sy ontketen
The curves of her body are wrapped in black taffeta in the applause she unleashes
Kan jy hoor sy word beny vir die passie in haar oë
Can you hear she is envied for the passion in her eyes
Vir haar soepel lyf wat fier deur die pas van die flamenco
For her supple body that proudly moves through the steps of the flamenco
Herinner aan die stier
Reminding of the bull
Wat moedig teen die matador, die stryd oplaas verloor
Which bravely fights against the matador, ultimately losing the fight
En ‘n swaard getooi met blomme, sy edel hart deurboor
And a sword adorned with flowers pierces its noble heart
Die laaste note eindig in ‘n crescendo van kitaar
The last notes end in a guitar crescendo
Al ken hul die flamenco, glo hul die dans is waar
Even though they know the flamenco, they believe the dance is real
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