FOK!s eigen Top 2000 #3

1453 The Arcade Fire - No cars go

Weer een band die er niet vaak genoeg in kan staan, maar die we nog niet zijn aangetroffen. Van hun tweede album The Neon Bible...



We know a place where no planes go
We know a place where no ships go

(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

We know a place no space ships go
We know a place where no subs go

(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Mom, Dad!)
(No go!)

(Hey!) Us kids know
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know

1452 The Hollies - Bus Stop

quote:

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella

All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine

Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same

That's the way the whole thing started
Silly but it's true
Thinkin' of a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue

Came the sun the ice was melting
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow

Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella

All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine

1451 Metallica: Master Of Puppets

En dan nu een lekker (kort) instrumentaaltje

1450: Doe Maar - Bella Donna



edit: positie aangepast
(WABLIEF! MASTER OF PUPPETS ZÓ LAAG?)

1449 Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy Jr.

En nog al zo'n geweldig nummer, afkomstig van een fantastisch album, vertolkt door een fenomenale artiest.



His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

quote:

Op woensdag 27 mei 2009 15:52 schreef methodmich het volgende:
1457 Chris Chameleon - Droomverlore

_{mijn zoon is ook fan!}

1448 Marike Jager - Fling Flack Toodah

Er zijn veel singer/songwriters, maar weinig die zo aantrekkelijk zijn als Marike




Thirteen minutes we were talking today
I looked you straight in the eye
Fell in love right away
Now found your name and your number
And soon I will make you mine
All is fine...

I'm quite sure you must be feeling the same
For when you left you told me
We might see again
But there's time, time tickin', tickin' away
That's why I'm here at your doorstep
Longing to say...

I want your love and guidance
I want your love in silence
I want your love, oh love, and guidance
Won't you...
Zippitidap and doodah
Rap-n-gidah bang shap n doodah
Hey Jack, I wanna fling flack toodah with you
Fling flack toodah with you

I wrote you love, love letters
All in the mind
But it's the thought that matters
We're two of a kind
Now I feel sick tired and lonely
Of knockin' your door all night through

Hmmm, I wanna feed you melon
And strawberry jam
And then I'll paint your body
Show you who I am
I gotta think, think twice
Am I doing the right thing today?
For all I wanna say...

I want your love and guidance
I want your love in silence
I want your love, your love and guidance
Want you hmm hmm
Zippitidap and doodah
Rap-n-gidah bang shap n doodah
Hey Jack, I wanna fling flack toodah with you
Fling flack toodah with you

1447: King Crimson - Three of a perfect pair

http://www.dailymotion.co(...)-a-perfect-pai_music

she is susceptible
he is impossible
they have their cross to share
three of a perfect pair...
he has his contradicting views
she has her cyclothymic moods
they make a study in despair
three of a perfect pair...

one, one too many
schizophrenic tendencies
keeps it complicated
keeps it agggravated
and full of this hopelessness
what a perfect mess...

1446 Fat Larry's Band - Zoom

Jaren '80 Soul is ook niet iets dat iemand snel in deze Top 2000 zal zetten. Niet terecht. Dus bij deze dit mierzoete, maar mooie moppie uit 1982.

Ahhh, als jullie het haardvuur aansteken, haal ik de wijn en het kaasje..

En dan nu weer wat Nederlandstalig:

1445: Herman van Veen - Zingende doden



Op een avond om een uur of halfelf,liep ik wat te wandelen met mezelf
en de mensen van een nette nieuwe wijk
zag ik zitten huis en huis
aan huis aan huis te kijk.
Uitgeteld en uitgezakt en uitgepraat
en ik dacht: als nu de wereld eens vergaat
is er niemand die het in de gaten heeft
want ze zitten aan de beeldbuis vastgekleefd.

De televisie staat nog aan
maar de wereld is vergaan.
Nu is het hier een poppenkraam
met dooien achter het raam.

Op een avond komt ons hele volkje om
niet door kwik of door vergif of door de bom,
maar door een slaapdrank die een vreemde mogendheid
over de beeldbuis en het avondblad verspreidt.
Er is een drank vol pessimisme in de maak
opportunisme daaraan toegvoegd naar smaak
en wat cynisme, ja, een korreltje of drie
en wat racisme na een borreltje of drie.

En als de wereld is vergaan
dan blijft de televisie aan
dan is het hier een poppenkraam
met dooien achter het raam.

Iedere woning is opeens een glazen kist
waar men het leven en de liefde niet meer mist
waar men geen plaat beluistert en geen boek meer leest
waar slechts gemompeld wordt: ik ben al geweest.
Daar is geen mens meer die nog ooit de straat opging
daar is geen vreugde meer en geen bewondering
daar is geen hartstocht meer en zelfs niet eens meer angst
daar hangt het spreekwoord: dood zijn duurt het langst.

En als de wereld is vergaan
dan blijft de televisie aan
dan is het hier een poppenkraam
met dooien achter het raam

1444 Rodolfo Y Su Tipica - La Colegiala

We gooien er eens wat ouderwetse, originele Latin in... uit de tijd dat het nog niet besmet werd door figuren als Ricky Martin en Jennifer Lopez. Gary Low, en zelfs onze eigen Sandra Reemer hadden er later een hit mee. Maar zo is het uiteindelijk bedoeld...



Hoy te he visto con tus libros caminando
Y tu carita de coqueta
Colegiala de mi amor
Tú sonríes
Sin pensar que al mirarte
Sólo porque estoy sufriendo
Colegiala de mi amor

(¡Esto es para ti, mamita!)

Hoy te he visto con tus libros caminando
Y tu carita de coqueta
Colegiala de mi amor
Tú sonríes
Sin pensar que al mirarte
Sólo porque estoy sufriendo
Colegiala de mi amor

Colegiala, colegiala
Colegiala, linda colegiala
Colegiala, no seas tan coqueta
Colegiala al decirme que sí (x 2)

Hoy te he visto con tus libros caminando
Y tu carita de coqueta
Colegiala de mi amor
Tú sonríes
Sin pensar que al mirarte
Sólo porque estoy sufriendo
Colegiala de mi amor

Colegiala, colegiala
Colegiala, linda colegiala
Colegiala, no seas tan coqueta
Colegiala al decirme que sí (x 2)

Uit Tsjechië komt de folkband Čechomor, op het volgende nummer bijgestaan door de zangeres Lenka Dusilová

1443: Čechomor - Proměny

1442 Miss Li - Come Over to My Place

1441 The Nits - Adieu sweet Bahnhof

The Nits hebben we ook nog niet gezien. Dit werd in de live-versie zowaar een hitje in 1989. Opvallend: een clip bij een live-opname...



I have been waiting for hours in this train
and I'm riding through Brussels in the rain
back to Paris more or less confused
by the shadows of tractors on the land
by the changes in my life I pretend
there's a new life waiting there for me

I asked myself what sort of books I'd read
in a train if I ever felt the need
I bought 'my life with Picasso'
I think of so many things I like to do
I will go to the Centre Pompidou
there's a still-life part of my life too

adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof
my train of thoughts is leaving tonight

now like an arrow we're aimed at gare du nord
between backs of the houses streets like fjords
and the night falls over Paris
so I've come back to the hotel d'Angleterre
I lay down on a double bed and stare
at the ceiling what a feeling (to be back)

adieu adieu sweet bahnhof
my train of thoughts is leaving
tonight

1440 Thomas Dutronc - J'aime plus Paris

Zijn vader was al langsgekomen, nu de zoon met een liedje over dezelfde stad.




Je fais le plein d'essence,
Je pense aux vacances,
Je fais la gueule,
Et je suis pas le seul

le ciel est gris,
les gens aigris
je suis pressé
je suis stressé

j'aime plus paris
on court partout ca m'ennuie
je vois trop de gens,
je me fous de leur vie
j'ai pas le temps,
je suis si bien dans mon lit

prépare une arche
delanoë
tu vois bien,
qu'on veut se barrer
même plaqué or, paris est mort
il est 5 hors, paris s'endort

je sens qu'j'étouffe
je manque de souffle
je suis tout pale
sur un petit pouf

j'aime plus paris,
non mais on se prend pour qui,
jveux voir personne,
coupez mon téléphone
vivre comme les nones,
jparle pas de john

j'aime plus paris

passé le périph,
les pauvres r
n'ont pas le bon gout
d'etre millionaire

pour ces parias,
la ville lumière
c'est tout au bout,
du RER
y a plus de titi
mais des minets

paris sous cloche
ca me gavroche
il est finit, le paris d'Audiard
Mais aujourd'hui, voir celui d'édiar

j'aime plus paris,
non mais on se prend pour qui,
je vois trop de gens
je me fous de leur vie
j'ai pas le temps
je suis si bien dans mon lit

j'irais bien, voir la mer
écouter les gens se tairent
j'irais bien boire une bière
faire le tour de la terre

j'aime plus paris,
non mais on se prend pour qui
je vois trop de gens
je me fous de leur vie
j'ai pas le temps
je suis si bien dans mon lit

pourtant paris,
c'est toute ma vie
c'est la plus belle
j'en fais le pari
il n'y a qu'elle
c'est bien l'ennuie

j'aime plus paris..

1439 Joe Gideon & The Shark - Kathy Ray

Wat mij betreft één van de leukste platen tot nu toe dit jaar. Joe Gideon speelt gitaar en zingt, soms een beetje als Lou Reed. Zus Viva, ofwel The Shark, bespeelt de andere instrumenten. Denk af en toe aan Nick Cave qua stijl van de muziek. Verhalende teksten, zoals dit nummer over een wildvreemde vrouw die hem op straat aanspreekt en haar verhaal vertelt, hoe ze ooit op Live Aid zong als achtergrondzangeres van Eurythmics.

1438 The Replacements - Can't Hardly Wait



I'll write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen
Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow
I promise not to blow the address again

Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a crack in the drapes

Jesus rides beside me
He never buys any smokes
Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes

See you're high and lonesome
Try and try and try

Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a hole in the drapes
I'll be home when I'm sleeping
I can't hardly wait

I can't wait. Hardly wait.

En dan is het nu eindelijk weer eens tijd voor een lekker lang nummer. Uit Duitsland:

1436: Sylvan - Artificial Paradise





In a vaporous world - an appearance so bright
where the people are blurred and hard to visualise
In inscrutable lands with asynchronous time
we are living alone and still dehumanised

In invisible realms just sporadically clear
see us huddled in peace so inconspicuously
In a region of mind where comparisons fail
we are leading our lives ...

Different faces on the other side in our artificial paradise
In a world full of fates and illusions - do you see them?

Through emotional states - with a mask made of ice
Where the bridges yet fade and where the tears have dried
Here the values have changed with the light, actually pale
Here we're leading our life ...

Different faces on the other side in our artificial paradise
In a world full of fates and illusions do we see them?

Here – you can believe me! – yeah, here the world is made of gold with
promises so bright Here it is so easy and here we just forget ourselves
that´s why we feel alright ... Here – we can´t deny it! – yeah, here we
close our eyes and keep the distance day and night Here – why should we
hide it? – yes, here we can enjoy the time and rather feel alright ...
Here we`ll keep our secrets – yeah, here`s the land of milk and honey
where the spirits fly Here – without a regret – yes here we drink our
souls and though we flee we feel alright ...

Suddenly for a short glimpse of time – did you realise?
Full of life – so sincere!
Suddenly from the glance and the warmth in those eyes
And the answer was so clear
Faces within a cold, they rise - Breaking the envelopes of ice
See how the silhouettes of life finally fade ...

Evacuate identities until we leave us incognito
Without pain but gradually we vanish in insensitivity
Naturalised narcotic dreams they supersede us numb and restless
Paralysed cosmetic queens within a surgical and stiff parade

Like jigsaw pieces try in vain to release our face, but we hide the
trace to please - with an apathy - the wish to increase isolation
in an irritating clean and an oh so gracious anonymity!
So there are no surprises in a space full of lies too cold - just erase
the hope to fight hypocritical ideas, to release the feelings we need
to escape our fucking precious anonymity!

What do we keep in our heads? What do we need in our minds?
Will we succeed and regret or will we become dumb and blind?

Emphasise eventually our superficial generation
Affluent society may - without doubts - tend to neglect their force
Decadence, mistrust and pride begin to drown our civilisation
But human on the other side and rather individual, indeed

Like jigsaw pieces try in vain to release our face, but we hide the
trace to please - with an apathy - the wish to increase isolation
in an irritating clean and an oh so gracious anonymity!
So there are no surprises in a space full of lies too cold -
just erase the hope to fight hypocritical ideas, to release the feelings
we need to escape our fucking precious anonymity!

What do we keep in our heads? What do we need in our minds?
Will we succeed and regret or will we become dumb and blind?

Do we see them? Do we see the other side?
Do we see them? Do we know what we deny?

Different faces on the other side in our artificial paradise
In a world full of fates and illusions do we see them?

En na zo'n lang nummer tijd voor iets leuks:

1435 The Pogues - Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah



love you baby since we were at school
I didn't show it I was a fool
You were burning I was cold as ice
And baby now I realize
Oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh

I gave you misery I gave you lies
I never hurt you, apologize
I love your lips I love your eyes
I love your breasts I love your thighs

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh

Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh

Now all I can do is hope and pray
That you'll forgive me before it's too late
There's only one thing I can say to you
You know I love you you know it's true
Oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh

Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door Bookie65 op 30-05-2009 22:42:32 ]

The Pogues!

Laten we hun opvolgers er dan ook bij doen:

1434: Flogging Molly - Devil's dance floor



[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door Relayer op 30-05-2009 10:57:56 ]

1433 The Jam - Going underground

(Volgens mijn telling) Paul Weller hebben we ook nog niet gezien. Dit was hun eerste echt grote Britse hit en tevens mijn favoriet van ze.



Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But Im quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But Im so happy I cant see the point.
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boys brigade and,
Im so happy and youre so kind
You want more money - of course I dont mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this societys got -
Im going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, Ive enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
[me? ] Im too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get
Youve made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
Youll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

And the public wants what the public gets
But I dont get what this society wants
Im going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[so] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my tv screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, Im going underground

[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door Drikske op 30-05-2009 10:55:24 ]

idd, je had helemaal gelijk betreffende de telling

1432: The Police - Murder by numbers



Once that you've decided on a killing
First you make a stone of your heart
And if you find that your hands are still willing
Then you can turn a murder into art

There really isn't need for bloodshed
You just do it with a little more finesse
If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess

It's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC

Now if you have a taste for this experience
And you're flushed with your very first success
Then you must try a twosome or a threesome
And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less

Because murder is like anything you take to
It's a habit-forming need for more and more
You can bump off every member of your family
And anybody else you find a bore

Because it's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC

Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious
In history's great dark hall of fame
All our famous killers were industrious
At least the ones that we all know by name

But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land
For murder is the sport of the elected
And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand

Because it's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your A, B, C, D, E,..........