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deon bakkes
and the stolen horses
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story of the stolen horses
Gypsy Jazzpunk to Spunk up your Drunk.
Deon Bakkes and the Stolen Horses bring a new light to gypsy jazz. Blending european melody, 1930s swing, with an attitude rooted in hard bop, punk and and rock ‘n roll.
stolen horses
Deon 'Horse Whips' Bakkes
Guitars, Vocals, KazooMastermind. Drifter. Probably from Balkan blood lines. Plotting to take over the world with his gypsy jazzpunk sound.
Stephen 'Speedy Hooves' Kosterman
Guitars, VocalsSix-string slinger extraordinaire. He’s got licks faster than bullets and a quick draw to match.
Raziela 'Razzberry Juice' Kosterman
Violin, VocalsThe silly filly on the flighty fiddle. She plays the violin like velvet, and her cat ears will confuse you just before she strikes.
Lehlohonolo 'El Nino' Ntsoko
Tenor SaxophoneStormbringer. You know you’ve heard his saxophone wail when the air temperature rises.
Sophia ‘Mittens Kittens’ Niemand
AccordionSweet saloon gal with claws made for keys. She won’t hesitate to strike and bite in the musical fight.
Garnet 'Thrash Bone' Muller
TromboneThe young gun with the slidey thingy. If you’re not careful, you’ll get shot.
SL Leroux 'Slack Liner' Minnaar
BassA true wild boy that stomps the deep frequencies as he puffs a rollie smoke with reckless abandon.
Romeer 'Thunderdash' Gaņeśa
DrumsAt home upon the drum throne, he swings with a sting that will split the earth.
Robyn 'Indigo Girl' Cameron
Poi and Hoops DancerChild of freedom. Bearer of circles. She brings light in the night.
Luka 'Flow Gremlin' Epstein
Poi and Hoops DancerHe moves like water rushing towards an edge. Composed but chaotic. Spinning and grinning.
Upcoming shows
Discography
neither here, nor there
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Label :
Neither Here, Nor There -
Released :
March 23/3/2017 -
Genre :
Gypsy Jazz -
Styles :
Gypsy Jazz Punk
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It don't mean a thing
Neither Here, Nor ThereIt don't mean a thing
It don't mean a thing
If it ain't got that swing
It don't mean a thing
All you gotta do is singIt makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you gotIt don't mean a thing
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Stealing Horses
Neither Here, Nor Therestealing horses
Woman you crossed my path
on a dark, dark nightIt's as if we'd met before
perhaps in another lifeYour eyes burned a fiery red
That I thought long lostYour eyes burned a fiery red
That I thought long lostThe same spark borne in me
had found a counterpartWoman, you smell just like
trouble to mebut nothing on this godless earth can
stem my curiosityI know you're poison,
baby, I just need a taste
I know your wild sort,
god I need some pace!Then you said it to me
those fateful words
foreshadowing
of things to comeBaby, we’re stealin' horses tonight!!
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It Ain't Necessarily So
Neither Here, Nor ThereIt Ain't Necessarily So
Well it ain't necessarily so
No it ain't necessarily so
The words that you're liable to read in the Bible
Well they ain't necessarily soLi'l David was small but oh my (so small?)
Li'l David was small but oh my (oh my!)
He fought big Goliath who lay down and dieth
Li'l David he was small but oh myWoooaaahhh
Wadoo, wadoo
Zim bam baddle-oo, zim bam boddle-ada
Hoodle ah da wa da, ski din do ski din dah dah
Scatty, scatty wah
yeah...Now Jonah, he lived in de whale (what whale?)
I said Jonah, he lived in dat whale, (oh that whale)
So he made his home in that fish's abdomen
Jonah they say, he lived inside de whaleWell the other one they tell me is that
Li'l Moses was found in a stream
Li'l Moses was found in a stream
He floated on water until that Pharaoh's daughter
Well she says she fished him from that streamWoooaaahhh
Wadoo, wadoo
Zim bam baddle-oo, zim bam boddle-ada
Hoodle ah da wa da, ski din do ski din dah dah
Scatty, scatty wah
yeah...Well it ain't necessarily so
No it ain't necessarily so
They tell all the chillun
That the devil he's a villain (he's a villain)
But no! It ain't necessarily so my darlingNow I gotta stop y'all for a sceond because they say
To get into heaven
Don't snap for a seven
Live clean and don't have no faults
Oh I takes thats gospel
But whenever it's possible
With a grain of saltMethus'lah lived nine hundred years
Methus'lah lived nine hundred years
But who calls that living
When no gal will give in to no man
Oh what's nine hundred years my darling?So I'm preachin' this sermon to show
That It
Ain't nece-ain't nece
Ain't nece-ain't nece
Ain't necessarily so -
Swing 48
Neither Here, Nor There -
The Reaper's Got Kids To Feed Too
Neither Here, Nor ThereThe Reaper's Got Kids To Feed Too
I sat by the wheels
Watched the world roll on by
People moving past, not even a glance
As if staring into the skySuch a peculiar scene
Saw a man waiting for his dream
And yet another was just standing there
Buying a cone of ice creamAnd then it dawned on me
The world is what you see
Neither good nor bad
Here nor there
It’s really a bit crazySo when the reaper comes for you
Just say, "baby, how’d you do?"
Don’t run away, make his day
Because he’s got kids to feed tooWhen he slashes folks to pieces, He’s thinking
of his Illegitimate nieces
How’s he gonna feed em?
Coz you know the devil don’t pay so wellSuch a peculiar scene
Saw a man waiting for his dream
And yet another was just standing there
Buying a cone of ice creamSo let’s spare a thought
For dear old Grim
Neither good nor bad
Here nor there
He’s really a bit crazySo when the reaper comes for you
Just say, "baby, how’d you do?"
Don’t run away, make his day
Coz he’s got kids to feed too -
Minor Swing
Neither Here, Nor There -
Caravan
Neither Here, Nor ThereCaravan
Night
And stars above that shine so bright
The magic of their fading light
Shines upon our caravanSleep
Upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sand so I may keep
The memory of our caravanYou are so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charmsOf you
beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan -
Volcano
Neither Here, Nor There -
Swing Gitan (Live)
Neither Here, Nor There -
Minor Swing (Live)
Neither Here, Nor There
thrice a pair
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Label :
Thrice a Pair -
Released :
March 23/3/18 -
Genre :
Gypsy Jazz -
Styles :
Gypsy Jazz Punk
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Dark Eyes
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These Are My Horses
Thrice a PairThese Are My Horses
They got a mind of their own, don’t you know
You can’t lose control, before you know it, there’ll be five foals
These are my horses
There ain’t no better steedsI guarantee
There’s no way you can disagree
They’ll leave you in the dust, and ramble if they must
But you gotta set ‘em free! -
Double or Nothing
Thrice a PairDouble or Nothing
To be shooting craps
Or laying cards
Is of no concern
to meMy only concern
Is whether or not
its double or nothingIts full house
or no house at all
place your bets darling
or fold and withdrawCoz when I roll out
Nobody can bowl out
its double or nothing
If you must play
Then you must know
The rules of this house
To keep your stories tall
Load your craps
Stuff your sleeves
And hide your cards from me -
Ace of Spades
Thrice a PairAce of Spades
If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man, You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me,
The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is The Ace Of Spades
Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil, Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,
Seven or eleven, snake eyes watching you,
Double up or quit, double stake or split, The Ace Of Spades (the ace of spades)
You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools, But that's the way I like it baby, I don't wanna live forever, And don't forget the joker!
Pushing up the ante, I know you gotta see me, Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be, The Ace Of Spades
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Caravan (Live)
Thrice a PairCaravan (Live)
Night
And stars above that shine so bright
The magic of their fading light
Shines upon our caravanSleep
Upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sand so I may keep
The memory of our caravanYou are so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charmsOf you
beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan -
Swing 48 (Live)
Thrice a Pair
The Striped Mare
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Label :
The Striped Mare -
Released :
March 23/3/19 -
Genre :
Gypsy Jazz Punk -
Styles :
Gypsy Jazz Punk
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Punk Gitan
The Striped MareThe Striped Mare
Punk’s not dead Rock’s not dead Jazz ain’t dead baby The money bastards can try But they’ll never win You pat me on the back, Say “leave it alone”, you say that “things have changed” Well you ain’t seen nothing yet Hammer or blade? Take your pick! My weapon fires tritone bullets Hacking and slashing Swinging and smashing Tearing and swearing On your mother’s grave Umhlobo lwabantu (Tzigano!) Abahambe bezula (Tzigano!) Emazweni (Tzigano!) Only two fingers to poke out your eyes Dark horse, you know who you are Broken bones are just a scar Your heart’s on fire, and it's burning true Flames lick the wounds, pulling apart and pushing through Your back's against the wall, keep standing tall Pay no mind to those who'd have you fall! They’ll be dead before they’ve died, Your fingers will bleed to fuel tzigano inside Umhlobo lwabantu (Tzigano!) Abahambe bezula (Tzigano!) Emazweni (Tzigano!) Only two fingers to poke out your eyes He’s the Punk Gitan
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Barrelhouse Blip
The Striped MareThe Striped Mare
Don’t drop your lip, don’t abandon the ship Stick around baby, see the barrelhouse blip Folks have been talking, they saying it’s a mezz Those folks guarantee it’ll knocks ya dead Those cats will frisk your whiskers, until they pipin’ hot, and when they take off you’ll have a ball, You’re gonna blow your top Don’t bust your conk, the jam is hot The joint is jumping, your drapes is shot Grab your main queen, and move your frame Get hip to the jive and re-wire your brain You know those armstrongs, will blow your mind And that dirty, rusty doghouse, will make your kisser shine The skins are swingin’, the strings are hot The muggin’s heavy, what else you got? Bebop?
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Bei Mir Bist Du Shoen
The Striped MareThe Striped Mare
Of all the gals that I've known, and I've known some Until I first met you I was lonesome And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light, dear And this old world seemed new to me Now you're really swell, I have to admit That you deserve expressions that really fit you And so I've wracked my brain, hoping to explain All these things you do to me Bei mir bist du schön Please let me explain Bei mir bist du schön it means you're grand Bei mir bist du schön You know, again I'll explain It means you're the fairest in the land I could say "bella, bella" Even "sehr wünderbar" Each landuage only helps me tell you darling how grand I think you are I've tried to explain, Bei mir bist du schön So kiss me darling and say you'll understand Well you've heard it all before but let me try to explain Bei mir bist do schön it means you're grand it's such an old refrain, yet I should explain It means I'm begging for your hand I could say "bella, bella" Even "sehr wünderbar" Each language only helps me tell how grand you are I've tried to explain, Bei mir bist du schön So kiss me and say you'll understand
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Let There Be Rhythm
The Striped MareThe Striped Mare
God said, Let there be rhythm And the Devil said, Let there be Harmony And God said Let there be human And the Devil said, Let's split them in two Man said, Let there be towers in the sky And Woman said, Let there be dancehalls And Man said, Let there be Jazz Woman said, Come on baby let’s dance God said, Let there be berries growing around And the Devil said, Let there be gin And God said, It’ll make folks grin And the Devil said, Let’s call it sin Man said, Let there be taverns scattered around And Woman said, Give their horses some stripes And Man said, Let’s give them beer Woman said, Let’s make them sneer In the end you'll see the Devil is nothing but God wearing a mask And he'll toy with you in endless games so that you may learn the infinity of your names
Upcoming shows
merchandise
press releases
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RunningWolf
In case you didn’t know, Deon Bakkes & The Stolen Horses bring a new light to Gypsy Jazz that incorporates the classic blend of European gypsy melody and 1930’s swing, with a modern attitude rooted in Hard Bop Jazz, Punk and Rock ‘n Roll...
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FitchFork
It was my first time at Railways: Eclectic at best, or at worst a bit weird in a cool way. Decor is whatever they could find in the second-hand store, and they just decided to hang it up. Steel bath tubs and spring-loaded bed frames line the walls like blocked out windows...
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MixedApples
This weekend at Park Acoustics, you can catch the Dirty Gypsy Swing meets Rock ‘n Roll band Deon Bakkes & The Stolen Horses, who will be brining their brand of Rock n Roll to the party. Here is a little chat we did with the homies...
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theFlow
The Republic of Mieliepop 2018 is only one month away, and since Deon Bakkes and The Stolen Horses is probably the only horse-related band on the lineup, we aimed to get off our high horses, speak to the dark horse Deon himself, and get the goods straight from the horse’s mouth...
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Buzz-Music
Deon Bakkes and the Stolen Horses is an eclectic group carving their own niche in the music industry. Stealing horses is a German idiom for romance and refers to the traditional gypsy lifestyle which relied upon the service of these steeds, hence their inevitable theft...
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