Katastroof was founded in the fall of 1977. Four young guys brainstormed to make an one-time folk and small-art show but, thanks to fate, they sticked together and called themselves Katastroof. The obscure performances followed each other, one by one. In those days they performed Irish traditionals and folk songs while drinking and partying in underground Antwerp.
Quickly after that, they wrote lots of songs, inspired by the pub life, sexual sins and the less good sides of the politicians and the priests.
The real breakthrough came when they signed to a label and they recorded their first LP 'Stront Aan De Knikker'. Of course, it was never played on one of the radio stations, but they did become kind of notorious Flemings.
From Antwerp, they got to each youth movement and other places, inspiring the youth and shocking parents.
At the end of past century, Jimmeke left the band, but Katastroof still continued with their obscure songs and great performances.
In 2002 multi-instrumentalist Stef Bef joined the band. New blood that made sure the band will survive the coming decennia. End 2005, Rob Snob decided to trade the Katastroof life for an easier one, and left the band.
Katastroof is from then on a trio with Zjuul, Jos and Stef and sounds way better than ever before. After about twenty albums, they stay the most downloaded Belgium band persevering in the anger.
' Antwaarpe boave ! '.
Rapper
Katastroof Lyrics
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het spel begint vanoep de kleuterschool
in't leven is gin plaats oem te verliezen
gin brons, gin zilver, goud is het symbool
het leven is een jacht
de winner heeft de macht
den tijd die vliegt... dus nu met alle kracht:
geeft na van oe paretten, stukske stront
gij met oe jannestreken en oe zjanettekont
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
in Deurne gaan wij alle weken feesten
den Bosuil da's voor ons heilige grond
scoren doen ons spitsen oem ter meeste
want anders dan boren we z'in de grond
't is al gin goud da blinkt
want als het schoentje wringt
is dees wadda in't stadion weerklinkt:
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
geeft na van oe paretten, stukske stront
gij met oe jannestreken en oe zjanettekont
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
ik zit alle dagen in m'n stamcafeeke
dien hobby kost mij klauwen vol met geld
da kunde ni meer met een simpel preeke
in't weekend wordt er nu garson gespeeld
't is eender wadda'k doe
voor niemand doen ik goe
ze roepen mij met allemalen toe:
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
geeft na van oe paretten, stukske stront
gij met oe jannestreken en oe zjanettekont
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
'k hem amper van 't pensioen kunnen genieten
oep vijfenzestig wier ik danig ziek
ik lig nu te kreperen en te zweten
mijne lesten asem wordt nu heel kritiek
me wijf en al m'n joeng
die roepen wa'k mut doen
ze zingen allemaal geftem katoen:
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
geeft na van oe paretten, stukske stront
gij met oe jannestreken en oe zjanettekont
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
The song "Rapper" by the Belgian band Katastroof delves into the concept of life as a competition, where everyone strives to be the winner. The lyrics suggest that this competition starts from an early age, with school being the starting point of the race. The idea of winning is central to the song, and the lyrics imply that getting bronze or silver isn't enough, only gold will do.
The chorus of the song repeatedly calls someone a "luien hond" (lazy dog), urging them to hand over their "paretten" (money). The verses speak about different aspects of life that are woven into the tapestry of the competition, such as partying, football, and one's occupation. The song ends on a somber note, with the singer on his deathbed, surrounded by his family, all of whom are nagging him to fight for his life.
Overall, the song seems to be a satirical take on the quirks and foibles of life, with a particular focus on the drive to succeed and the pitfalls that come with the pursuit of success.
Line by Line Meaning
het leven is een grote competitie
Life is a major competition
het spel begint vanoep de kleuterschool
The game starts from kindergarten
in't leven is gin plaats oem te verliezen
In life, there is no room for losing
gin brons, gin zilver, goud is het symbool
No bronze or silver, only gold is the symbol
het leven is een jacht
Life is a hunt
de winner heeft de macht
The winner has the power
den tijd die vliegt... dus nu met alle kracht:
Time flies...so now with all your might:
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
Rapper, damn lazy dog
geeft na van oe paretten, stukske stront
Give up your cigarettes, piece of shit
gij met oe jannestreken en oe zjanettekont
You with your dirty tricks and your feminine butt
in Deurne gaan wij alle weken feesten
In Deurne, we party every week
den Bosuil da's voor ons heilige grond
The Bosuil is our holy ground
scoren doen ons spitsen oem ter meeste
Our strikers score the most
want anders dan boren we z'in de grond
Or else we drill them into the ground
't is al gin goud da blinkt
It's not all that glitters is gold
want als het schoentje wringt
Because when the shoe pinches
is dees wadda in't stadion weerklinkt:
This is what echoes in the stadium:
ik zit alle dagen in m'n stamcafeeke
I sit in my regular cafe every day
dien hobby kost mij klauwen vol met geld
This hobby costs me loads of money
da kunde ni meer met een simpel preeke
This can't be solved with a simple sermon
in't weekend wordt er nu garson gespeeld
Now we play baccarat on weekends
't is eender wadda'k doe
It doesn't matter what I do
voor niemand doen ik goe
I'm not doing anything good for anyone
ze roepen mij met allemalen toe:
Everyone calls out to me:
ik hem amper van 't pensioen kunnen genieten
I barely got to enjoy my retirement
oep vijfenzestig wier ik danig ziek
At sixty-five, I became seriously ill
ik lig nu te kreperen en te zweten
Now I'm lying here dying and sweating
mijne lesten asem wordt nu heel kritiek
My last breath is now very critical
me wijf en al m'n joeng
My wife and all my children
die roepen wa'k mut doen
Are telling me what to do
ze zingen allemaal geftem katoen:
They're all singing nonsense:
rapper godverdoemme luien hond
Rapper, damn lazy dog
geeft na van oe paretten, stukske stront
Give up your cigarettes, piece of shit
gij met oe jannestreken en oe zjanettekont
You with your dirty tricks and your feminine butt
Contributed by Christopher K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.