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Op maandag 06 mei 2002 15:22 schreef Bosbeetle het volgende:
Haha T_R_I_P

do I have enough change to make my brain rearange!

green velvet

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"I'm a suicidal failure
I've gotta have some help
I have suicidal tendencies
But i can't kill my self"

- Suicidal Failure - Suicidal Tendencies

"if you can't eat it or fuck it
Then kill it"

Sex & Violence - Carnivore

"I don't doubt that I'm crazy, i don't doubt that I'm nuts,
But at least i admit it and i think that takes some guts
The specialist can see it from my point of view
He will understand me, 'cause he hears voices too"

Take me to the specialist - Dead Milkmen

"Stay away from me when you're drinking your coffee
Stay away from me when you're drinking your tea
Stay away, now don't you harm me
When you're under the influence of caffeine"

Caffeine - Crucial Youth

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Op maandag 06 mei 2002 15:27 schreef Dr.Death het volgende:
Van een regeltje of 2/3/4 toch?
Ok, hier dan een paar van verschillende bands:

"I'm a suicidal failure
I've gotta have some help
I have suicidal tendencies
But i can't kill my self"

- Suicidal Failure - Suicidal Tendencies

"if you can't eat it or fuck it
Then kill it"

Sex & Violence - Carnivore

"I don't doubt that I'm crazy, i don't doubt that I'm nuts,
But at least i admit it and i think that takes some guts
The specialist can see it from my point of view
He will understand me, 'cause he hears voices too"

Take me to the specialist - Dead Milkmen

"Stay away from me when you're drinking your coffee
Stay away from me when you're drinking your tea
Stay away, now don't you harm me
When you're under the influence of caffeine"

Caffeine - Crucial Youth

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Wat nieuwer maar ook geinig is de uitspraak
"Dead girls don't say no" van Craddle of Filth

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Op maandag 06 mei 2002 18:03 schreef 100% Tukker het volgende:
En hoe kon ik Suicidal Tendencies vergeten?

* 100% Tukker scandeert: ST, ST, ST!

Ooit (1992 dacht ik) live gezien in de Kuip in het voorprogramma van Metallica. Mike Muir is da man!

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Quiet
Don't tell anybody
Don't let 'em know
It's a secret

I know the secret song now
They wouldn't tell me
But somehow I found out
Yeah

Goddammit, I'm pissed off

I didn't get to play on it at all
No way

They kicked me out of the band

-the secret song- mr. Bungle

ghfuah blal he chaduduh chee hugh weh chee keh xooo hee hoh
ooooooo cikeetah xoo xeh
eooh le hugx yerheggkkk
ryzl ou hueau
pppddtdptdtt pppddtdptdtt

ue ue fhay goouuhf o lltt chteee
huucgcgudoo wuad!
chugaouh!

Poodah paytahy poodah paytahy poodah poodah paytahy paytahy paytahy poodah
poodah
fea dugh toog fax
fea dugh toog fax
farrag
geesh
zssu
guum
bom

MA MEESHKA MOW SKWOZ mr. bungle

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Op maandag 06 mei 2002 18:01 schreef 100% Tukker het volgende:

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Yeah! Nog een fan! Eigenlijk is alles van Primus pure poezie met een komisch sausje...

Vergeet ook Het Grote Primus Topic niet!

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hier ook nog fan

It was homecoming night at my high school;
Everyone was there, it was totally cool.
I was real excited, I almost wet my jeans,
'Cos my best friend Debbie was homecoming queen.
She looked so pretty in pink chiffon (chiffon),
Riding the float with her tiara on (tiara on),
Holding this humungous bouquet in her hand (bouquet),
She looked straight out of Disneyland.
You know like the Cinderella ride? I mean definitely an E-ticket (E-ticket).

The crowd was cheering, everyone was stoked (was stoked),
I mean it was like the whole school was totally coked or something;
The band was playing Evergreen,
Then all of a sudden somebody screamed:
"Look out! The homecoming queen's got a gun!" (Gunshot) "Aaaaggghhhh!"

Everybody run, the homecoming queen's got a gun,
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a gun.

Debbie's smiling and waving her gun,
Picking off cheerleaders one by one:
Oh Buffie's pompom just blew to bits,
Oh no, Mitzie's head just did the splits.
God my best friend's on a shooting spree;
Stop it Debbie, you're embarrassing me!

How could you do what you just did?
Are you having a really bad period?
Everybody run, the homecoming queen's got a gun,
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a gun.
(Stop Debbie, you're making a mess,
Powder burns all over your dress.)

An hour later the cops arrived;
By then the entire glee club had died: no big loss;
You wouldn't believe what they brought to stop her:
Tear gas, machine guns, even a chopper.
"Throw down your gun and tiara and come out of the float!"
Debbie didn't listen to what the cop said,
She aimed and fired and now the math teacher's dead;
Oh it's really sad but kind of a relief,
I mean, we had this big test coming up next week.

Everybody run, the homecoming queen's got a gun,
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a gun.

(Debbie's really having a blast,
She's wasting half of the class.)
The cops fired a warning shot that blew her off the float,
I tried to scream "duck" but it stuck in my throat;
She hit the ground and did a flip, it was real acrobatic,
But I was crying so hard I couldn't work my instamatic.
I ran down to Debbie, I had to find out
What made her do it, why'd she freak out?

I saw the bullet had got her right in the ear:
I knew then the end was near.
[Spoken] So I ran down and I said in her good ear "Debbie, why'd you do it?"
She raised her head, smiled, and said "urrrghh -- I did it for Johnny."
Johnny? Well like who's Johnny? Answer me Debbie, who's Johnny?
Does anybody here know Johnny? Are you Johnny?
There was one guy named Johnny but he was a total geek, he always had food in his braces.
Answer me Debbie, who's Johnny?
Oh God this is like that movie Citizen Kane you know where you later find out Rosebud was a sled,
But we'll never know who Johnny was because, like... she's dead...

Everybody run, the homecoming queen's got a gun,
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a...
Everybody run,
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a...

Je moet eigenlijk de muziek erbij horen, dan wordt het nog leuker...

Your comin' home
There's blood on the walls
When charlie and the family made house calls
If you're alone
Then watch what you do
'cos charlie and the family might get you, yeah

Chorus:
Can you hear them
In the darkness
Helter skelter
Spiral madness, yeah
Bloodbath in paradise, but there's no where you can run to baby
Bloodbath in paradise - forever sleep in Paradise.

California sun
But you're still in bed
And the California rain is turning red
No sign of life
Or the keepers of doom
In charlie and the keeper's scarlet room, yeah

Chorus

They'll summon you
To wake from the dead As you lie bleeding, murdered in your bed
The sweetest dreams are all in your mind
But no one wakes when charlie creeps behind, yeah

Execution
Halts your breath
Helter skelter
Spiral death, yeah

Bloodbath in paradise, but there's no where you break out baby
Bloodbath in paradise - forever sleep in paradise

Mr Torture gives pain, with his whimps and his chains.
He knows just what you grave - Mr Torture.
If you're feeling alone, then just pick up the phone.
Dial 18 double 0 - Mr Torture
Mr Torture sells pain, only sixty cents a minute.
For his special brand of Sinning
Phoner guaranteed to blow ur mind
You can catch him on the website
Has a live-chat every week-night
cyber-torture soon coming youre way

Mr. Torture sells pain
To the housewives in spain.

Nou nog wat teksten van Slipknot, die zijn altijd geinig

"Everything Ends" van "IOWA" van Slipknot

You are wrong, fucked and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and it's ur fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING
I haven't slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie motherfucker
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING

What the hell am I DOING?
Is there anyone left in my life?
What the fuck was I THINKING?
Anybody want to tell me I'm fine?
Where the hell am I GOING?
Do I even need a reason to hide?
I am only BETRAYED
I am only contitioned to die

Ah wat zielig, ik heb medelijden met die gasten!!
Cradle of Filth lijkt trouwens over niets anders te kunnen schrijven dan vampirisme, horror en sex

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Yokozuna op 09-05-2002 13:56]

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Op donderdag 09 mei 2002 13:43 schreef Yokozuna het volgende:
Cradle of Filth lijkt trouwens over niets anders te kunnen schrijven dan vampirisme, horror en sex

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You must die I alone am best!

I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles' tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can't forget the newlyweds
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob"
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance"
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called "Balls On Chin"
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember "fist" can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
‘Cause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope you die

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Op vrijdag 10 mei 2002 20:39 schreef Seborik het volgende:
Intergalactic Laxiton

I was infest like everyone, when man began to fly,
Out off earthly regions to planets in the sky,
We tuned to mediacoverage, we watched the heroes land,
A ceremony as they disturbed the cosmic sand.

In all with admiration, we listened to the talk,
Such brightfull(?) days as joy we're upon the moon to walk,
My romantic vision shattered, when it was explained to me,
Spacemen woar old dipers in which they shit and pee.

Oh the intergalactic laxiton will get you from here to there,
Relieve you and belief me, without a worry or care,
If shitting is your problem when you're out there in the stars,
Oh the intergalactic laxiton will get your from here to Mars.

They don't partied like you and I on beefy, burg and mush,
They're food is specially prepared to disolve into slush,
Absorbed by multifibers in the superdipersuit,
Otherwise the slush would trinkle down inside the boot.

Oh, the intergalactic laxiton will get you from here to there,
Relieve you and belief me, without a worry or care,
If shitting is your problem when you're out there in the stars,
Oh the intergalactic laxiton will get you from here to Mars.

You may well now ask what becomes of liquid they consume,
A pipe is led from penishead to units in the whoomb,
The water is recirculated, filtered for re-use,
In case of antigravity he gets on the loose.

Oh, the intergalactic laxiton will get you from here to there,
Relieve you and belief me, without a worry or care,
If shitting is your problem when you're out there in the stars,
Oh the intergalactic laxiton will get you from here to Mars.

Wherever man has conquered on the quest for frontiers new,
I'm glad he always had to do the number one and two,
It makes it all so ordinary, just like you and me,
To know the greatest heroes, they had to shit and pee.

Oh the intergalactic laxiton will get you from here to there,
For cosmic constipation there's none who can compare,
When shitting is your problem and you're out there in the stars,
Oh the intergalactic laxiton, the intergalactic laxiton,
The intergalactic laxiton will get you from here to mars.

Hahahaha, briljant!

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We're on a mission from Rod

doh you're dreadfully funny as hell, dunno what you're all laughing about

Life in a city living in L.A, is a long way from Huddersfield town
The back of the rainbow's a long way from heaven
But that's where he get's his pork pie
limos and ladies, they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
baseball and football, they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come home"

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels
A good game of arrows a few dozen barrels
The Nautilus rusts in the yard
But for Yorkshire he's yearning but because he's earning
He'll always live in L.A.
A custom made wallet that stays in his pocket
And never comes out to pay bills
He's winning at poker and playing the Joker
And he always cheats when he deals

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels
Hello, let me introduce meself!
My name is Rodney. I'm immensely strong.
When I were a lad, I could lift up five navies on an end of a shovel.
The reason I never took martial arts is because
I was immensely fearsome and I'd probably kill everybody I came into contact with.
I was phenomenally strong.
Pride and ego, my lads, pride and ego, is what makes the world rotate.
And everybody knows the centre of the universe is Huddersfield
that's why I don't live there anymore.
I live in Los Angeles.
It's great!... I think

Rufus the red has a crane by his bed To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed, You'll wish you'd never been born.
A bear with a sore head we mean your forehead, He slumbers for most of the day
Wide eyed and legless baked beans for breakfast
Your problem Rodney is L.A.

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels

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Op vrijdag 10 mei 2002 17:47 schreef Pietjuh het volgende:

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Nee hoor Ze hebben ook hele goede teksten als kritiek op het christendom enzo, op de eerste plaats lijkt het allemaal over horror en sex te gaan enzo, maar als je goed de tekst door neemt, kom je erachter dat er best goede gedachten er achter zitten

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"and I was dancing when I saw his brains run out on the street"

"I'll take Manhatten in a garbage bag with Latin on it that says: 'it's hard to give a shit these days'"

Lou Reed - Romeo had Juliette

She's so weird it scares me
I don't think she likes me
And thinking of her name
Is driving me insane

She's my psycho girl
My psycho girlfriend
Everything I say
She takes it the wrong way
She's my psycho girl
A living nightmare
She's everything I need
But I can't stand her

I can't change her thinking
But she's so goodlooking
And thinking of her name
Is driving me insane

She's my psycho girl
My psycho girlfriend
Everything I say
She takes it the wrong way
She's my psycho girl
A living nightmare
She's everything I need
But I can't stand her

We spent the night in
We started fighting
Since then its never been the same.

Thinking of her name
Is driving me insane

She's my psycho girl
My psycho girlfriend
Everything I say
She takes it the wrong way
She's my psycho girl
My living nightmare
She's everything I need
But I can't stand her

Busted heeft sowieso allemaal geinige teksten.