zweefbij | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 21:25 |
Wat zijn voor jullie de nummers met mooie, sterke teksten of teksten met diepgang. ff een 2-tal nummers. Post later meer Tori amos - 1000 oceans Metallica - the thing that should not be | |
UnderTheWingsOfLove | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 21:31 |
ali b - leven van de straat. over hoe mocro;s overleven op straat | |
Koekz | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 21:32 |
King Crimson - Epitaph | |
TNA | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 21:36 |
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Edwinuss | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 21:36 |
Eminem - Kim. Echt geniaal, die shit gaat diep. | |
Janstersons | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 21:37 |
2pac - dear mama en 2pac - changes | |
DrDarwin | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 21:47 |
Waterboys RED ARMY BLUES When I left my home and my family my mother said to me * ("Son, it's not how many Germans you kill that counts it's how many people you set free") * "Son, it's how many Germans you kill that counts Go set your country free" So I packed my bags and I brushed my cap and I walked out into the world Seventeen years old, never kissed a girl I took the train to Voronezh - that was as far as it would go Exchanged my sacks for a uniform, bit my lip against the snow I prayed for Mother Russia in the summer of '43 and as we drove the Germans back I really believed God was listening to me Then we howled into Berlin, tore the smoking buildings down, raised the Red Flag high, burnt the Reichstag brown I saw my first American - he looked a lot like me He had the same kind of farmer's face, said he came from some place called Hazard, Tennessee When the war was over my discharge papers came Me and twenty hundred others went to Stettiner for the train "Kiev!" said the Commissar "from there your own way home" But I never got to Kiev We never came back home The train went north to the taiga We were stripped and marched in file up the Great Siberian road for miles and miles and miles and miles Dressed in stripes and tatters in a Gulag left to die all because Comrade Stalin feared that we'd become too westernized ! I used to love my country I used to feel so young I used to believe that life was the best song ever sung I would have died for my country back in 1945 but now only one thing remains - the brute will to survive *(Note by Mike Scott: Years after this song was released I received a letter from a Russian man who said every word of the song was true except the line "It's not how many Germans you kill that counts, it's how many people you set free"(first verse). He told me "people went to the war to kill Germans". I realize that when I wrote the song I allowed youthful idealism to distort the sense and truth of the song with an out of context pacifist sentiment. I have now changed it. MS)* London April 1982 On "A Pagan Place" and "The Whole Of The Moon" [ Bericht 1% gewijzigd door DrDarwin op 20-02-2009 21:53:51 ] | |
Quir | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 21:48 |
lawlhalla | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 22:11 |
system of a down | |
Siniti | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 22:19 |
Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond Bob Dylan - Hurricane (en vast nog 12093123 van hem) | |
kabelhaspel | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 22:19 |
Paul Brandt - Convoy (Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck, you got a copy on me Pigpen? C'mon.) (Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly it's clean clear to Flagtown. C'mon.) (Yeah, that's a big ten-four there Pigpen. Yeah, we definitely got the front door good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy) It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June In a Kenworth pullin logs Cab over Pete with a reefer on And a Jimmy haulin hogs We's headed for bear on eye-one-oh About a mile outta Shakeytown I says Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck And I'm about to put the hammer down Coz we got a little old convoy rockin' thru the night Yeah we got a little old convoy aint she a beautiful sight Come on and join our convoy aint nothin' gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA Convoy (Ah, breaker, Pigpen this here's the Duck and you wanna back off on them hogs?) (Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so) (Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here) By the time we got into Tulsa town we had 85 trucks in all But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf And them bears 's wall to wall Yeah them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper They even had a bear in the air I says Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck We about to go a-huntin' bear Coz we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night Yeah we got a great big convoy aint she a beautiful sight Come on and join our convoy aint nothin' gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA Convoy (Ah, you want to give me a ten-nine on that Pigpen?) (Ah, negatory Pigpen, you're still too close. Yeah them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy's sakes you better back off another ten) Well we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four Like a rocket sled on rails We tore up all of our swindle sheets And left 'em sittin' on the scales By the time we hit that Shi town Them bears was a-gettin' smart They bought up some reinforcements From the Illinois National Guard There's armoured cars and tanks and jeeps And rigs of every size Yeah them chicken coops was full of bears And choppers filled the skies Well we shot the line We went for broke With a thousand screaming trucks And eleven longhaired friends of Jesus In a chartreuse microbus (Ah, Rubber Duck, this is Sodbuster. C'mon here?) (Yeah, ten-four Sodbuster. Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide jockey?) (Yeah he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get) Well we laid a strip for the Jersey shore Prepared to cross the line I could see the bridge was lined with bears But I didn't have a doggone dime I says Pigpen this here's the Rubber Duck We just aint gonna pay no toll So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight I says Let them truckers roll, ten-four Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night Yeah we got a mighty convoy aint she a beautiful sight Come on and join our convoy aint nothin' gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA Convoy (Ah, ten-four Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA? Well they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure. Well mercy sakes good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, So keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears off your ......tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. bye bye.) | |
Stakky | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 22:31 |
Berkery | vrijdag 20 februari 2009 @ 22:53 |
Bij zo'n TT moet ik onwillekeurig denken aanquote: | |
belsen | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 01:04 |
Een beetje serieus mag wel. | |
rood_verzet | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 01:19 |
Metallica - the thing that should not , dat is een nummer geschreven over de Cthulhu mythos NEW WORLD ORDER RAP Attila the Stockbroker Change the names and fudge the dates For United Nations read United States They're coming soon over your border One World Nightmare - New World Order.... Yes, they talk of Jesus Christ: Self Righteous Brothers all And every television screen is at their beck and call So here's a public service broadcast: he who lives, obeys and the moral of this story is just what the dollar says.. There's no debate, there's just G8 and a global mafia superstate Policed by thugs, awash with drugs and kept in place by Murdoch's mugs And Sheriff USA is there to turn you into fries Yes you can bank on a Yank in a tank ⤘cos he who argues, dies! Change the names and fudge the dates For United Nations read United States They're coming soon over your border One World Nightmare - New World Order .... If you TRY to play the game you're sure to get it wrong ⤘cos the New World Order makes the rules up as it goes along One minute you're its bosom pal and general factotum The next its high technology is aimed straight at your ....head Said sell you arms, said bomb you flat. Said sell you arms, said bomb you flat. Said sell you arms, then bomb you flat. Then sell you more arms...fancy that! You want to join another gang? Hey look, your country just went bang! Change the names and fudge the dates For United Nations read United States Fundamentalists were their friends Are they still? Well, that depends.... Al Quaeda - now they'll bleed ya! You'll end up just like roast pork. They paid you to murder kids in Commie countries, not New York! Hey Assad, you made ⤘em mad Lockerbie bomb was really bad but now they want you on their side So they'll forget the ones who died Hey Saddam, time for bam-bam They backed you against Iran But Saudi oil is looking dodgy So they're gonna waste ya, podgy! Change the names and fudge the dates For United Nations read United States..... They're coming soon over the border One World Nightmare - New World Order... Hail Humanitarian Nato - thats not a bomb, it's a potato! Just behave or dig your grave: they've got some refugees to save It's pick and choose, some win, some lose - yes, they're in Kosovo But Palestine, Timor, Rwanda, sorry, man, no go Listen, it's not that they don't care, but there aren't points to score down there The message is to Moscow, large - shut up and put up, they're in charge and they don't want to lose contacts for banking loans and arms contracts For every psychopath they bomb there are two more they buy stuff from and sell stuff to and arm and train and arm again and arm again Said arm again said Armageddon Said arm again said Armageddon Said evil thug - said trusted friend said evil thug - said trusted friend.... Change the names and fudge the dates For United Nations read United States for NATO read the Pentagon They rule the world: the reds are gone Now Mary had a little lamb: its fleece was white as snow But when the CIA found out that lamb was sure to go There was a Grand Old Duke of York, he had ten thousand men But the New World Order carpet bombed them till he had just ten And then they signed a big arms deal - now he's got lots again..... The Serbs the Serbs have funny verbs and don't use vowels in their words... Change the names and fudge the dates For United Nations read United States Said G8, IMF, World Bank. Put a fascist in your tank. Get a loan then starve the poor Then they'll let you have some more. That's the way the world is run. Gorbachov - what have you done? | |
B.E.D | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 02:54 |
#ANONIEM | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 10:47 |
Eolmana Joheulkka - Lee Soo Young Dit is een cover van het Japanse lied Suteki Da Ne, in het Koreaans klinkt het imo mooier. [ Bericht 23% gewijzigd door #ANONIEM op 21-02-2009 12:26:19 ] | |
#ANONIEM | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 11:01 |
Deze is ook mooi: lange her, daß mich was so fieberhaft packt ich streife die gewohnte Haut ab und fühl´ mich wieder nackt wollte doch nur kosten, aber hat so gut geschmeckt bin abgehoben, losgeflogen hab´ gar nichts mehr gescheckt Bahn frei, es ist nie zu spät ich bin viel zu jung he du, geh´ aus dem Weg bin nicht mehr allzu jung das oben war bald innen und das unten war bald kalt alles gab es zu gewinnen doch dafür gab´s kein Halt ich flog aus stumpfen Zonen ohne Lücken im Netz in herzliche Regionen ohne Auffangnetz doch du gibst mich nicht frei zerrst an meinem Herz und du ziehst an dem Seil das uns verbunden läßt laß mich endlich fliegen kapp die Nabelschnur denn Drachen sollen fliegen ohne feste Spur die Luft ist süß und streichelt die schlimmsten Schmerzen weg ein Blick in deinen Spiegel zeigt ich brauche kein Versteck Bahn frei, was sein muß muß sein lenken kann ich´s nicht he du, ich muß da durch bevor zu viel zerbricht laß mich los laß mich endlich fliegen kapp die Nabelschnur denn Drachen sollen fliegen ohne feste Spur | |
MooiHoofd | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 11:50 |
Moment Of Truth - Gangstarr | |
cafca | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 11:58 |
The Police - Regatta de Blanc | |
Stakky | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 15:27 |
Intxaurraga | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 16:07 |
De beste songtekstschrijvers vind ik Jarvis Cocker, Morrissey en Isaac Brock. | |
Ruzbeh | zaterdag 21 februari 2009 @ 19:09 |
quote:Zijn er zoveel van, ontelbaar veel. |