FOK!s eigen Top 2000
en misschien een idee om maar 1 liedje te posten elke keer?
Met dank aan de VPRO...
Here is the news
Coming to you every hour on the hour
(Here is the news)
The weather's fine but there may be a meteor shower.
Here is the news
A cure's been found for good old rocket lag
(Here is the news)
Someone left their life behind in a plastic bag.
Here is the news
Here is the news
Here is the news.
("Spaceworkers dispute in London today.
A lightning strike by air shuttle officers
led to over 2,000 passengers being held up
for up to 10 hours to board flights...")
("Ten Eurotechnicians were today sentenced
by the justice computer to be banished for life
to the prison satellite Penal One...")
Here is the news
Another action filled adventure
(Here is the news)
All the worst from the world convention.
Here is the news (the very latest)
Here is the news
Here is the news
Here is the news
Jaaaa, nog meer garagerock. Over de geneugten van strychnine
Some folks like water
Some folks like wine
But I like the taste
Of straight strychnine (hey, hey)
You may think it's funny
That I like this stuff
But once you've tried it
You can't get enough (Wow!)
Wine is red
Poison is blue
Strychnine is good
For what's ailin' you
(guitar solo)
(repeat bridge and fill)
If you listen to what I say
You'll try strychnine some day
Make you jump, it'll make you shout
It'll even knock you out
[repeat verse 1]
Strychnine hey, hey
quote:Mee eens, maar hoe definieer je '1 liedje per keer'?Op zondag 12 april 2009 20:10 schreef PogueMahone het volgende:
Deze in de op: http://wiki.fok.nl/index.php/Foks_eigen_Top_2000
en misschien een idee om maar 1 liedje te posten elke keer?
Van het legendarische White Album, al is eigenlijk elk album van The Beatles legendarisch. Een schitterende, onderbelichte compositie. Ben het overigens met PogueMahone eens en zal me aan zijn gebod houden :-).
It's been a long long long time,
How could I ever have lost you
When I loved you.
It took a long long long time
Now I'm so happy I found you
How I love you
So many tears I was searching,
So many tears I was wasting, oh. Oh--
Now I can see you, be you
How can I ever misplace you
How I want you
Oh I love you
Your know that I need you.
Ooh I love you.
Stop your messin' around
Better think of your future
Time you straightened right out
Creatin' problems in town
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Stop your foolin' around
Time you straightened right out
Better think of your future
Or else you'll wind up in jail
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Stop your messin' around
Better think of your future
Time you straightened right out
Creatin' problems in town
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Stop your messin' around
Better think of your future
Time you straightened right out
Creatin' problems in town
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Rudy a message to you
Rudy.
De knallers van
King Crimson bewaar ik nog voor een stuk hoger in de top 2000, maar deze mag er ook zijn. Vooral die geweldige bas van Tony Levin. En natuurlijk mogen we de briljante lyrics "I repeat myself when under stress" x5 niet vergeten.
I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but..
By the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didnt know what to think.
I carried it around with me for days and days..
Playing little games
Like not looking at it for a whole day
And then.. looking at it.
To see if I still liked it.
I did.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat..
The more I look at it,
The more I like it.
I do think its good.
The fact is..
No matter how closely I study it,
No matter how I take it apart,
No matter how I break it down,
It remains consistant.
I wish you were here to see it.
I like it.
Maar een zeer bescheiden hitje in Nederland, toch alleszins de moeite waard...
I walked along the avenue.
I never thought Id meet a girl like you;
Meet a girl like you.
With auburn hair and tawny eyes;
The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through;
Hypnotize me through.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldnt get away.
A cloud appears above your head;
A beam of light comes shining down on you,
Shining down on you.
The cloud is moving nearer still.
Aurora borealis comes in view;
Aurora comes in view.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldnt get away.
Reached out a hand to touch your face;
Youre slowly disappearing from my view;
Disappearing from my view.
Reached out a hand to try again;
Im floating in a beam of light with you;
A beam of light with you.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldnt get away
PogueMahone was fijne garagerock aan het plaatsen, hier nog zo'n klassieker:
1721 13th Floor Elevators - Roller Coaster
Well once , somewhere, sometime ago
his eyes were clear to see,
he put his thoughts into my mind,
and gave my self to be
he stopped me from living so unsane,
I could be just what I want to be
and things appear as they really are,
I can see just what I want to see
Oh come on, ...and let it happen to you,
I say, I say come on, and let it happen to you
You gotta open up your mind
and let everything come through....
Come onnnnn yeaah!
Well it starts like a Roller coaster ride,
so real it takes your breath away
It slides you through your point of view,
you look back to where you thought you'd stayed
your ride changes outside view,
while it glides you like a neon ray,
and you find you don't have to search for words,
cause there's nothing you need to say
http://www.free-lyrics.org
Well come on, ..you gotta let it happen to you,
come on, and let it happen to you,
You gotta open up your mind
and let everything come through....
After your trip life opens up,
you start doing what you want to do
and you find out that the world that you once feared,
gets what it has from you...
No one can ever hurt you
cause you know more than you thought you knew
and you're looking at the world
from brand new eyes,
and no one can ever spoil the view
Come on, ...and let it happen to you,
Hey, hey, hey come on, ..and let it happen to you,
You gotta open up your mind
and let everything come through....
Open up your mind,
and let everything.... come thruuuuu
Use to be so easy
To give my heart away
But I found that the haeartache
was the price you have to pay
I found that that love is no friend of mine
I should have know'n time after time
So long
it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
Use to be so easy
Fall in love again
But I found that the heartache
It's a roll that leeds to pain
I found that love is more than just a game
Play and to win
but you loose just the same
So long
it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
So many years since I seal you face
You will my heart
there's an emty space
Used to be
(SOLO)
So long
it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
Golden days come and go
There is one thing I know
I've still got the blues for you
[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door Siniti op 12-04-2009 20:58:52 ]
(anders hou je je ook niet aan je zelf gestelde regel van 2 ertussen
)Nog niet de beste plaat van ze, dat komt later wel. Maar beslist behorend tot de beste Britse bands van dit moment...
Nightfalls
And towns become circuit boards
We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving
From the air
Stadium lights stand out like flares
All I know is that you’re sat here right next to me
We rarely see
Warning signs in the air we breathe
Right now, I feel each and every fragment
This paper trail leads right back to you
You say you need me to step outside
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered Polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run, you said you knew that this would happen
This is something new
But, it turns out it was borrowed, too
“Why does every letdown have to be so thin?”
Rain explodes
At the moment that the cab door closed
I feel the weight upon your kiss; ambigous
You have to leave. I appreciate that
But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered Polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run, you said you knew that this would happen
Two bodies in motion
This is a matter of fact
It wasn’t built to last
Two bodies in motion
This is a matter of fact
It wasn’t built to last
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered Polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run, you said you knew that this would happen
The pounding rain continued its bleak fall
And we decided just to write after all (after all)
The pounding rain continued its bleak fall
And we decided just to write after all
quote:Ja, maar als je 1723 en 1721 plaatst, zit er maar 1 tussenOp zondag 12 april 2009 20:58 schreef Siniti het volgende:
jij en Drikske zitten ertussen hoor :p Ik zal et ff verbeteren naar 1720
quote:Haha klopt, was een typoOp zondag 12 april 2009 21:01 schreef cafca het volgende:
[..]
Ja, maar als je 1723 en 1721 plaatst, zit er maar 1 tussen
Ben gooit ff al zijn jeugdfrustraties eruit
September '75 I was 47 inches high
Mom said someday I would have
A bad ass mother G.I. Joe
for your little minds to blow
I still got beat up after class
Now I'm big and important
one angry dwarf
and 200 solemn faces
are you
If you want to see me
check your papers and your T.V.
Look who's tellin' who what to do
Kiss my ass good-bye
Don't give me that bullshit
you know who I am
I'm your nightmare little man
Vic you stole my lunch money.
made me cry.
Jane remember second grade
Said you couldn't stand my face
Rather than kiss me you said
you'd rather die
Now I'm big and important
one angry dwarf
and 200 solemn faces
are you
If you want to see me
check your papers and your T.V.
Look who's tellin' who what to do
Kiss my ass good-bye
You'll be sorry one day
Yes you will, yes you will
You shouldn't push me around
Cause I will, yes I will
You will be sorry when I'm big
Yes you will be sorry
Een klein (vooral voor Focus) instrumentaal nummertje
The Man in Black mag in deze lijst natuurlijk niet ontbreken. Laten we maar eens beginnen met dit prijsnummer uit de jaren '70.
Six foot six stood on the ground, weighted 235 pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love
He was the kind of man who would gamble on love
Look you in the eye and never back up
But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup because of love
Can't see it with your eyes, hold it in your hands
Like the rules that govern our land
Strong enough to rule the heart of every man, this thing called love
It can lift you up, it can put you down
Take your world and turn it all around
Ever since time nothing's ever been found stronger than love
Men like me they worry and doubt
Trouble their minds day in and day out
Too busy a livin' to worry about a thing called love
And then I see a mother's tenderness
As she holds her young close to her breast
Then I say thank God this world will win with the thing called love
Van het album Odyssey
Lyrics:
SPOILERWe need a war,
we need a war to show them,
we need a war to show them that we can,
we need a war to show them that we can do it,
whenever we say we need a war.
If they mess with us, if we think they might
mess with us, if we say they might
mess with us, if we think we need a war...
We need a war.
We need a war (if we think we need a war)
We need a war (if we think we need a war)
A war to make us feel safe,
a war to make them feel sorry,
whoever they are.
If they mess with us, if we think they might
mess with us, if we say they might
mess with us, if we think we need a war...
We need a war.
We need a war (if we think we need a war)
We need a war (if we think we need a war)
Can we do it?
Sure we can.
We need a war
We need a war
We, need a war
We, need a war
We, need a war
We, need a war
We, need a war
We, need a war
We, need a war
We, need a war
De ex-zangeres van Mazzy Star mag niet ontbreken in deze lijst, al is het alleen maar om ook wat mooie vrouwen in de lijst te hebben als het geluid ineens uitvalt.
The way you drop
Is like a stone
Making out you're flying
But you've just been thrown
'Til kingdom comes
And through bitten tongues
These eyes get stung
With every curse that's sung
These twisted times
Can't compare to mine
And heaven knows
Where loving goes
I should have guessed
When I took that pill
Do I love her still
Well that's just a chill
Het blijft hopen dat deze fraaie Top 2000 noteringen van Borsato, Blof of Acda bespaard zal blijven, maar Nederlandstalig moet er ook in. Vandaar deze Vlaamse klassieker.
soms vraagt een mens zich af
hoe we 't in godsnaam overleven
de nacht vol boze dromen
en de wekker om halfzeven
de heldentocht in de file
de heldentocht naar de discotheek
om punten te verdienen
en vannacht niet alleen te zijn
we bouwen aan de toekomst
we leven voor elkaar
we bouwen aan de toekomst
en we houden van elkaar
ik zag je voor het eerst
bij het zwembad met je moeder
ze was even mooi als jij
ik werd haar slaaf, haar kleine loeder
en ze kreeg voor haar verjaardag
een auto van je vader
we doen het op de achterbank
en ik voel me geen verrader
want we bouwen aan de toekomst
we leven voor elkaar
we bouwen aan de toekomst
en we houden van elkaar
hier heerst vrede
en er is hoop voor iedereen
1712 Stone Roses - Made Of Stone
Nog zo'n band die van mij niet mag ontbreken in deze lijst. Geniale plaat gemaakt, vol topsongs. Dit vind ik één van de beste daarvan.
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight cant be delayed
No earth, just sky its so surreal
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
Im standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?
Zo'n ouwe, onbekende maar verschrikkelijk briljante band.
Who would believe me now that my hands are free, that my hands are free.
I never thought it would ever come to me, ever come to me.
Now that my life's my own, I leave you behind, leaving you behind.
What ever made you think that I'd change my mind, that I'd change my mind.
It wasn't hard to run, break away from you, break away from you,
After all you'd done, what was I to do, what was I to do.
Who's gonna take my place in the games you play, in the games you play.
Nobody's listening now to the things you say, all the things you say.
Now my hands are free from the ties, from the ties.
Now I look forward to the future, where it lies.
And with you, feeling low, looking black
Here, now my head is clear, why should I look back.
When it was over did you have regrets, did you have regrets.
Or did you really think it was over yet, it was over yet.
Now that my life's my own I leave you behind, leaving you behind.
What ever made you think that I'd change my mind, change my mind.
That I'd change my mind. That I'd change my mind.
Who would believe me now that my hands are free, that my hands are free.
I never thought it would ever come to me, ever come to me.
Now that my life's my own, I leave you behind, leaving you behind.
What ever made you think that I'd change my mind, that I'd change my mind.
It wasn't hard to run, break away from you, break away from you,
After all you'd done, what was I to do, what was I to do.
Who's gonna take my place in the games you play, in the games you play.
Nobody's listening now to the things you say, all the things you say.
Everything you say...
Yes - Gates of Delirium
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4495810184823255589&ei=QHrjSdWcD8Tj-AaszeT2Bg&q=gates+of+delirium&hl=nl
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gates_of_Delirium
Stand and fight we do consider
Reminded of an inner pact between us
That's seen as we go
And ride there
In motion
To fields in debts of honor
Defending
Stand the marchers soaring talons,
Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom,
Fighting we know,
Destroy oppression
The point to reaction
As leaders look to you
Attacking
Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor.
Kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow.
Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force
To alter via the war that seen
As friction spans the spirits wrath ascending to redeem.
Wars that shout in screams of anguish,
Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver,
Surely we know.
In glory
We rise to offer,
Create our freedom,
A word we utter,
A word.
Words cause our banner, victorious our day.
Will silence be promised as violence display?
The curse increased we fight the pow'r
And live by it by day.
Our gods awake in thunderous roars,
And guide the leaders hand in paths of glory to the cause.
Listen, should we fight forever
Knowing as we do know fear destroys?
Listen, should we leave our children?
Listen, our lives stare in silence;
Help us now.
Listen, your friends have been broken,
They tell us of your poison; now we know.
Kill them, give them as they give us.
Slay them, burn their children's laughter
On to hell.
The fist will run, grasp metal to gun.
The spirit sings in crashing tones,
We gain the battle drum.
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn.
The pen won't stay the demon's wings,
The hour approaches pounding out the Devil's sermon.
Soon, oh soon the light,
Pass within and soothe this endless night
And wait here for you,
Our reason to be here.
Soon, oh soon the time,
All we move to gain will reach and calm;
Our heart is open,
Our reason to be here.
Long ago, set into rhyme.
Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here.
Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here.
[ Bericht 10% gewijzigd door Relayer op 13-04-2009 19:57:50 ]
quote:Waag het niet Echoes, Thick As A Brick of Starless zo laag te zetten
quote:Echoes wel, Thick as a brick en Starless verdienen inderdaad hogerOp maandag 13 april 2009 19:53 schreef Siniti het volgende:
[..]
Waag het niet Echoes, Thick As A Brick of Starless zo laag te zetten
Deze geniale band rond de getergd zingende Nick Urata mag niet ontbreken. Mixen Balkaninvloeden met westerse muziek en maken nummers waarop je heerlijk kunt zwieren, drinken, dansen en meelallen. Ook met een melancholiek tintje.
It’s an elusive thing
This love of which we sing
What are we doing,
What are we doing?
And I will give you anything,
Just please don’t stop singing,
The world would stop spinning…
arooooouunnd
You’re such a lovely thing
But there is ice forming
Upon your pretty wings
What are you protecting?
And I will give you everything,
And you can wear this ring,
But you only love me,
you only love me when I’m leaving,
you only love me ‘cause I’m leaving,
you only love me when I’m leaving,
you only love me ‘cause I’m leaving tonight
you’ve such a lovely thing,
but there is ice for me,
upon your pretty wings,
why are you lying?
And I will give you everything
Just please don’t stop singing,
The world would stop spinning
aroooouuund
It’s an elusive thing,
This love of which we sing,
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
And I will give you anything,
And you can wear my ring,
But you only love me,
You only love me when I’m leaving,
You only love me ‘cause I’m leaving,
You only love me ‘cause I’m leaving,
You only love me when I’m leaving.
Toen zijn debuutalbum uitkwam in 1973 werd Elliott Murphy bejubeld als de nieuwe Bob Dylan, of de nieuwe Lou Reed. Terwijl vergelijkbare artiesten als Bruce Springsteen en Tom Petty wereldberoemd werden, werd deze man, inmiddels 25 albums verder, niet meer dan een cultheld.
Dit nummer van zijn debutplaat zou wat mij betreft net zo'n klassieker kunnen zijn als Born to Run of Refugee
Naked telephone poles can't describe
The way I'm feeling about you tonight
And a feeling on my back like an old brown jacket
Like to stay in school but I just can't hack it
And I'm out on the street feeling like dirt
I'm afraid to get married because I know its gonna hurt
And I say
Oh oh oh - there's the last of the rock stars
And me and you
Oh oh oh - rock 'n roll is here to stay
But who will be left to play
Well I dreamed I saw the king in a fifty three chevy
Had a band on his mind and his hands looked heavy
And he rolled down his window I guess to say hi
I couldn't see his face 'cause of the purple haze inside
And he was born to be the king - he was born to be the man
And he died though he was holy - although I doubt he'd understand
When I say
(chorus)
Adolescent predrug habit - if it means guitar you gotta have it
And you got your axe and you got your group
And your old man thinks its a waste of loot
And you wait all week for a Sullivan show
And you know that's just where you wanna go
And you homework now is never complete
You don't care - cause you have got that beat
So a highdy hi and a heydy hey
And a girls that home on Friday night and a boy that's out to play
And some of us are masters and some or us are slaves
And than there's that boy who knows he's gotta play
And a messy desk drawer full of broken strings
You know these kids and you know of those things
(chorus)
Come on mama please don't cry
Don't you know how I feel inside
Mostly Autumn - The last brright light
http://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mostly_Autumn
I'm grieving for the dreams that you could have had
Mist in the rain, snow on the rising tide.
Over and over they disappear
I'm grieving for the love that we should have had
The feeling was there, I just couldn't say the words
Holding you tight as we said goodbye
The last bright light
The last bright light
The last bright light
I'd rather put life in your heart
Than money in your hand
I'd rather put dreams where they could fly
Than let them disappear
In the emptiness
A cold heart dies
I hope that you know that I love you.
The bright sun is swelling out of control
Nature is losing a child of her own
Burning her hands she's holding the fort
To the last
The blue pearl is swallowed, snow on the rising tide
Thoughts will scatter like ancient remains
Beyond the night sky.
The last bright light
The last bright light
The last bright light
The last bright light
I'd rather put life in your heart
I'd rather put dreams where they can fly
The terrible truth, the tears and the filth
The ghost of a winter so dim in your eyes
Standing alone, the sun in the night
Burning the autumn, the world on its knees
I hope that you know that I love you
I hope that you know that we love you.
Away in the emptiness a cold star dies
I know that you know that we'll miss you
Omdat Nieuw Zeeland toch best wel veel goede, nooit echt bekend geworden (gitaar)bandjes heeft voortgebracht, is dit iig de eerste van waarschijnlijk wel meer die zullen volgen.
Frank bought a heater
An electric heater
The elements were made
of wire and clay
He reached out to touch and
he heard a voice say
And he heard it say
"Come on and plug me in
I want to feel that heat begin
Don't move till the morning comes
And you can fly up to the sun
So come on and plug me in
Plug me in
Plug me in"
Frank liked his heater
His electric heater
Upstairs alone with the elements
He dreamed of gold and frankincense
(frank, frank, frankincense)
And he heard it say
"Come on and plug me in
I want to feel that heat begin
Come close and listen while I sing
I won't melt your precious wings
So come on and plug me in
Plug me in
Plug me in"
"Come on and plug me in
I want to feel that heat begin
Although my body is rusting through
I have carried this song for you...
It's from the Sphinx and
the Serpent too
So plug me in"
Tja, er moet ook plaats zijn voor gekte...
#1704 John Miles - Music
Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
Would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
My music pulls me through
Solomeesterwerkje van zijn debuutalbum The Madcap Laughs.
You would hold your head up high
you even try
you would hold another hand:
oh understand!
They even see me under call
we under all,
we awful, awful, crawl
to hear my hour
come see me cry...
Just searching you even try
I can make you smile
if it's there will you go there too?
When I live I die!
They even see me under call
we under all, we awful, awful, crawl
because of you, to see me be
http://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joanna_Newsom
From the top of the flight
Of the wide, white stairs
Through the rest of my life
Do you wait for me there?
There's a bell in my ears
There's a wide white roar
Drop a bell down the stairs
Hear it fall forevermore
Drop a bell off of the dock
Blot it out in the sea
Drowning mute as a rock;
Sounding mutiny
There's a light in the wings
Hits this system of strings
From the side while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the wires
And the articulation
In our elbows and knees
Makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase
As the audience admires
And the little white dove
Made with love, made with love:
Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers
Swings a low sickle arc
From its perch in the dark
Settle down
Settle down my desire
And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor
Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember
Then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in
And cleft me right down through my center
And I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never
Push me back into a tree
Bind my buttons with salt
Fill my long ears with bees
Praying: please, please, please,
Love, you ought not!
No you ought not!
Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
(cut from cardboard and old magazines)
Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow
And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood
A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow
It is terribly good to carry water and chop wood
Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;
As I crash through the rafters
And the ropes and pulleys trail after
And the holiest belfry burns sky-high
Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision
And in a moment of almost-unbearable vision
Doubled over with the hunger of lions
'Hold me close', cooed the dove
Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds
I wanted to say: why the long face?
Sparrow, perch and play songs of long face
Burro, buck and bray songs of long face!
Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
Just to lift your long face
And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
Your precious longface
And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate
- why the long face?
And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
- why the long face?
In the trough of the waves
Which are pawing like dogs
Pitch we, pale-faced and grave,
As I write in my log
Then I hear a noise from the hull
Seven days out to sea
And it is the damnable bell!
And it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!
It tolls for me!
Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break
Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the water
And they will recognise all the lines of your face
In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter
Darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mine
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
But if it's all just the same, then will you say my name:
Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks?
I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight
No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
So: enough of this terror
We deserve to know light
And grow evermore lighter and lighter
You would have seen me through
But I could not undo that desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire
From the top of the flight
Of the wide, white stairs
Through the rest of my life
Do you wait for me there
Kon alleen deze live versie vinden van niet eens de hele band, maar hiermee moeten jullie het doen.
Op naar de volgende 100
Deze moet er ook gewoon in natuurlijk. De band diende als inspiratiebron voor vele bands en artiesten, met David Bowie misschien wel als beste voorbeeld. Jammer dat het met de jaren artistiek wat minder werd bij Ferry en consorten...
There's a new sensation
A fabulous creation
A danceable solution
To teenage revolution
Do the Strand love
When you feel love
It's the new way
That's why we say
Do the Strand
Do it on the tables
Quaglino's place or Mabel's
Slow and gentle
Sentimental
All styles served here
Louis Seize he prefer
Laissez-faire Le Strand
Tired of the tango
Fed up with fandango
Dance on moonbeams
Slide on rainbows
In furs or blue jeans
You know what I mean
Do the Strand
Had your fill of Quadrilles
The Madison and cheap thrills
Bored with the Beguine
The samba isn't your scene
They're playing our tune
By the pale moon
We're incognito
Down the Lido
And we like the Strand
Arabs at oasis
Eskimos and Chinese
If you feel blue
Look through who's Who
See La Goulue
And Nijinsky
Do the Strandsky
Weary of the Waltz
And mashed potato schmaltz
Rhododendron
Is a nice flower
Evergreenin'
It lasts forever
But it can't beat Strand power
The Sphynx and Mona Lisa
Lolita and Guernica
Did the (drum)Strand
#1699: It's A Beautiful Day - Bombay Calling
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It's_a_Beautiful_Day
Over schaamteloos gejatte riffs gesproken... Waar zouden Kurt en kornuiten de mosterd toch vandaan hebben..?
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties
Eighties - i have to push, i have to struggle
Eighties - get out of my way, i'm not for sale no more
Eighties - let's kamikaze 'til we get there
And we sang
You do it this way
Eighties - by day we run by night we dance, we do
Eighties - i'm in love with the coming race
Eighties - i've got the best, i'll take all i can get
Eighties - i'm living for the eighties
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i struggle
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - push, push, struggle
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - push, push, struggle
Het is wel weer eens tijd voor wat leuke muziek in de lijst. En wat is er nou leuker dan Blondie. Nou? Dat dacht ik.
Nu eens niet een afgezaagde hit maar een albumtrack van hun meesterwerk Plastic Letters.
#1696 - RK Veulpoepers BV - Den Egelantier
De band is uiteraard vooral bekend door de klassiekers For What It's Worth en Expecting To Fly, alsmede de groepsleden Stephen Stills en Neil Young. Dit door Young geschreven, maar door Richie Furay gezongen plaatje mag dit keer eens belicht worden.
Who's that stomping
all over my face?
Where's that silhouette
I'm trying to trace?
Who's putting sponge
in the bells I once rung
And taking my gypsy
before she's begun
To singing the meaning
of what's in my mind
Before I can take home
what's rightfully mine.
Joinin' and listenin'
and talkin' in rhymes
Stoppin' the feeling
to wait for the times.
Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,
'Cause nowadays Clancy
can't even sing.
And who's all hung-up
on that happiness thing?
Who's trying to tune
all the bells that he rings?
And who's in the corner
and down on the floor
With pencil and paper
just counting the score?
And who's trying to act
like he's just in between?
The line isn't black,
if you know that it's green.
Don't bother looking,
you're too blind to see
Who's coming on
like he wanted to be.
Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,
'Cause nowadays
Clancy can't even sing.
And who's coming home
on the old nine-to-five?
Who's got the feeling
that he came alive,
Though havin' it,
sharin' it
ain't quite the same
It ain't no gold nugget,
you can't lay a claim
Who's seeing eyes
through the crack
in the floor
There it is baby,
don't you worry no more
Who should be sleepin',
but is writing this song
Wishin' and a-hopin'
he weren't so damned wrong.
Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,
'Cause nowadays Clancy
can't even sing
jaja, waar kennen we deze melodie van?
Of deze..?
En le voyant sortit de son camion chasser des papillons d'Afrique
Les cannibales en le traitant d'espion l'arrêtèrent sans façon de suite
Il essaya de leur parler Anglais Espagnol Portugais Chinois
Mais s'en voyant leurs mâchoires qui s'ouvraient il se mit à hurler d'effroi
Oh Monsieur Cannibale j'n'veux pas mourir
Monsieur Cannibale laissez moi partir
Il leur montra son briquet son stylo sa montre et les photos d'sa femme
Il leur chanta un grand t'air de Gouno des chansons d'Adamo que Dale
Il leur fit voir des journaux de Paris personne ne réagit non plus
Désespéré il sortie des revues remplies de filles toutes nues et dit
Oh Monsieur Cannibale j'n'veux pas mourir
Monsieur Cannibale laissez moi partir
Quand le grand chef aperçut ces revues qu'il vit toutes ses filles nues il rit
Mais dans sa tête une idée saugrenue in idée farfelue surgi
Dans un case où était son harem il entraîna lui même le gars
Qui en voyant les femmes se ruer sur lui avec tant d'appétit hurla
Oh Monsieur Cannibale j'n'veux pas mourir
Monsieur Cannibale laissez moi partir
Pendant 8 jours il resta enfermé et du se partager en vain
Et comme déjà il n'etait pas bien gros il perdit 20 kilos au moins
Quand arriva l'instant ou le grand chef lui fit comprendre par geste allé
Prends ton camion et retourne chez toi le pauvre homme s'écria jamais
Oh Monsieur Cannibale j'n'veux pas partir
Monsieur Cannibale j'aime mieux mourir
Monsieur Cannibale ding ding ding ding dong
j'n'veux plus partir Ding dong dong dong dong dong
Monsieur Cannibale ding ding ding ding dong
J'n' veux plus partir bomb bomb bomb bom
ja, ik weet dat het een klassiek stuk is, maar als John Cage mag, mag deze ook
#1692 Camillie Saint-Saens - Dance macabre
Tijd voor iets recenters. Titelnummer van één van de beste albums van vorig jaar.
when the rooks were laid in piles
by the sides of the road
crashing into the aerials
tangled in the laundery line
and gathered in a field
they were burned in a feathering pyre
with a cold black eye
when the swallows fell from the eaves
and the gulls from the spires
and starlings in the millions
will feed on the ground where they lie
the ambulance men said there's
nowhere to flee for your life
so we stayed inside
and we'll sleep until
the world of man is paralyzed
Oh the falcon heir awakes
to the sound of the bells
they're heading southbound
they're leaving it alive
and each empty cage just rings
and is heard like a bell
underneath these cold stars
and this troubled night
and the cries of man
let the kingdom come to nigh
let this dream be realized
[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door cafca op 14-04-2009 11:24:45 ]
quote:Ik was in ieder geval nog wel van plan iets van the Verlaines, the Bats, Split Enz en Crowded House te plaatsen.Op maandag 13 april 2009 21:43 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
1706 The Mutton Birds - The Heater
Omdat Nieuw Zeeland toch best wel veel goede, nooit echt bekend geworden (gitaar)bandjes heeft voortgebracht, is dit iig de eerste van waarschijnlijk wel meer die zullen volgen.
....
The Chills wilde ik bewaren voor de top 25
Nog geen Motown in de lijst? Daar moeten we verandering in brengen! Er bestaat veel moois dat relatief onbekend is, maar eigenlijk is deze grote hit gewoon mijn favoriet.
Now if there's a smile on my face
It's only there trying to fool the public
But when it comes down to fooling you
Now honey that's quite a different subject
But don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression
Really I'm sad, oh I'm sadder than sad
You're gone and I'm hurtin' so bad
Like a clown I pretend to be glad
Now there's some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
The tears of a clown, when there's no one around
Uh hum, oh yeah baby
Now if I appear to be carefree
It's only to camouflage my sadness
And honey to shield my pride I try
To cover this hurt with a show of gladness
But don't let my show convince you
That I've been happy since you
Decided to go, oh I need you so
I'm hurt and I want you to know
But for others I put on a show, ooh yeah
{repeat CHORUS}
Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my surface hid
Smiling in the public eye
But in my lonely room I cry
The tears of a clown
When there's no one around, oh yeah, baby baby
Now if there's a smile on my face
Don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression
Don't let this smile I wear
Make you think that I don't care
When really I'm sad I'm hurting so bad
Altijd leuk, zingende zusjes. In navolging van CocoRosie (moeten er heul veul in!) nu Tegan & Sara. Leuke live-uitvoering van de opener van album So Jealous.
There's a war inside of me
Do I cause new heartbreak to write
A new broken song?
Do I push it down?
Or let it run me right into the ground?
Oh I, I feel like
I wouldn't like me if I met me
Well I can't stop talking for fear
Of listening to unwelcome sound
And you haven't called me in weeks and
Honestly, it's bringing me down
Oh, I, I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me
I, I feel like you wouldn't like me if you met me
And don't you worry, there's still time
Don’t you worry, there’s still time
There’s nothing to live for
When I'm sleeping alone
And I wash the windows outside in
Hopes that the glare will bring you around
I, I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me
I, I feel like you wouldn't like me if you met me
So you don’t you worry there’s still time
Don’t you worry there’s still time
So you don’t you worry there’s still time
Don’t you worry there’s still time
So you don’t you worry there’s still time
Don’t you worry there’s still time
Sunshine is days away
I won't be saved, I know all the words
I can't say that I'll love you forever
Sunshine is days away
I won't be saved, I know all the words
I won't say that I'll love you forever
#1688 Guns 'n' Roses - November Rain
Bekend geworden in de versie van The 5.6.7.8's wiens versie in de film Kill Bill 1 gebruikt werd.
Maar het origineel is al een stukje ouder, uit 1958 namelijk al.
Briljante tekst ook.
#1686 The Kelly Family - Sweetest Angel
Geen zusjes, maar wel leuk
Op 1684 een van de weinige liedjes zonder met lyrics
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Vrolijke noot onder de indiebandjes. Vooral bekend van She's Got Standards, maar dit tekstuele niemendalletje mag er ook best zijn.
She has a face to die for,
But nothing going on inside,
She'll never make your eyes sore,
Until she starts to speak her mind.
So I'll just try to keep the conversation right,
Then in the morning at the door I'll give a kiss goodbye.
Nothing wrong with that it's only one night and nothing else,
Everytime I tell myself it's the last time.
One day I'll retire, just not tonight.
Now, I'm not being ignorant,
Just that some things tend to slip my mind,
Like where she buys her tan from,
And the colour of the hair she dyes.
Now I'm not being mean, in fact I'm being quite polite,
All I'm trying to say is that you won't catch her on mastermind.
Nothing wrong with that it's only one night and nothing else,
Everytime I tell myself it's the last time.
One day I'll retire, just not tonight.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magenta_(Welsh_band)
Weense band, maar daarbuiten eigenlijk nauwelijks bekend. Schöner Ort is ook zeer aan te raden, maar dit is mijns inziens hun prijsnummer. De tekst heb ik zo 1-2-3 niet kunnen vinden.
Volgens mij zitten we in de lijst nog niet echt heel goed in onze reli-rock, dus zo net na Pasen maar even dit radiohitje uit het eerste jaar van KINKFM. Amen.
Ik gooi er wat krautrock doorheen, wat is Jaki Liebezeit toch een beest zeg...
Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
These silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty men all in our room,
When you see contrary Mary,
Told her eye, refuse to terry.
We spoke very soft and slow
Without your pretty men, Mary,
Standing in a row.
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.
Smoke a high cool cigarette,
Turn around and then we left,
Smiling as the way began to grow,
We got your pretty men all in a row.
Mary, Mary, so quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
These silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty men all in our room,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.
When you see contrary Mary,
Told her eye, refuse to terry.
We spoke very soft and slow,
We got your pretty men standing in a row.
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary,
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.
We hebben al de nodige zangeressen voorbij zien komen, maar mijn favoriet ontbrak nog. Naar mijn mening met afstand de meest mysterieuze en theatraal verleidelijke zangeres allertijden. Qua clip was het buitengewoon verleidelijk het rode jurkje van Wuthering Heights te plakken, maar -hoewel een uitstekende compositie- kennen we dat liedje zo onderhand wel. Dit komt van hetzelfde album, The Kick Inside uit 1978.
James, come on home.
You've been gone too long, baby.
Can't let our hero die alone!
We miss you day and night.
You left town and live by the rifle.
You left us to fight,
and it just ain't right to take away the light.
Remember Genie from the casino?
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whiskey back, 'til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
They're only lonely for the life that they led with their old friend.
Ooh, James, you're selling your soul to a cold gun!
Selling your soul to a...
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Where lies your heart?
It's not there in the buckskin, baby!
Not there in the gin that makes you laugh (long and loud!!).
You're a coward, James!
You're running away from humanity.
You're running out on reality.
It won't be funny when they ratta-ta-tat you down.
Remember Genie from the casino?
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whiskey back,
'til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
They're only lonely for the life that they led with their old friend.
Ooh, James, you're selling your soul to a cold gun!
Selling your soul to a...
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul...
...to a cold gun?
Dames die samen zingen is dus zeer okee, zeker zusjes. Maar fijn combinerende herenstemmen zijn natuurlijk ook goed voor een plek in de lijst. Mark Olson & Gary Louris zongen fantastisch samen en maakten enkele monumentale alt.country-platen met The Jayhawks. Toen Olson de band verliet deed ie met Victoria Williams ook leuke dingen en maakte Louris met wat anderen nog een aantal meer poppy Jayhawks-platen. Maar zo goed als samen werd het nooit meer.... Deze dan maar, als voorbeeld.
Where have all my friends gone
They've all disappeared
Turned around maybe one day
You were all that was there
Stood by unbelieving
Stood by on my own
Always thought I was someone
Turned out I was wrong
But you brought me through
And you made me feel so
Blue, why don't you stay behind, so
Blue, why don't you stop and look at what's goin' down
Live by an old woman
She'd never sell me a lie
It's hard to sing with someone
Who won't sing with you
Give all of my mercy
Give all of my heart
Never thought I'd miss you
That I'd miss you so much
But you brought me through
And you made me feel
Blue, why don't you stay behind
Blue, why don't you stop and look at what's goin' down
Stand by, stand by, waiting round
(All my life I'm waiting for, someone I could hold the door)
Now that I'm blue, that I'm blue
(But nothing seems to change, you'll come back I know)
From now on, so
Blue, why don't you stay behind
Blue, why don't you, stay behind
So blue, yeah, yeah, yeah
So blue, why don't you stop and look at what's goin' down
Singletje van vorig jaar. Met de stem van Antony natuurlijk.
As a child, I knew
That the stars could only get brighter
And we would get closer
Get closer
Oooooh
As a child, I knew
That the stars could only get brighter
That we would get closer
Get closer
Leaving this darkness
Behind
Mmmm-mmmm
Oooooooh
Now that I'm older
The stars should lie upon my face
When I find myself alone
Find myself alone
Oooooh
Now that I'm older
The stars should lie upon my face
And when I find myself alone
I feel like I
I am blind
Feel it
Feel it
Feel it
Feel it
Like I am blind
I am blind
I wish the stars could shine now
For they are closer
They are near
But they will not present my present
They will not present my present
I wish the light could shine now
For it is closer
It is near
But it will not present my present
It makes my past and future painfully clear
To hear you now
To see you now
I can look outside myself
And I must examine my breath and look inside
Ooooooh
To see you now
To hear you now
I can look outside myself
And I must examine my breath and look inside
Because I feel blind
Because I feel blind
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
Like I
Like I'm blind
Ooooooh
The movie will
Mmmm, and feel it
Oooooh, I feel it
Feel it
Tijd voor een vrolijk zomers deuntje. Madeliefjes en roze bloemetjes dus.
Dit is de 2e single van de 1e band van Katie Jane Garside, die na een rustpauze pas echt actief werd met Queen Adreena, Laleshwari en Ruby Throat.
Eigenlijk een demo-versie voor het album Barcelona, maar hier zingt Freddie Mercury alles. Dus ook de stukken van Montserrat Caballé. Dit zorgt er voor deze FM-Fanboy in ieder geval voor dat het een stuk beter is geworden dan het origineel en voor mij veruit Freddie Mercury's beste vocal performance
Now my heart begins to bleed
(Ad-libbed lyrics)
Who will find me
Take care and side with me
(Ad-libbed lyrics)
Where has all our loving gone
Who will find me
Come and stand beside me
Guide me back
Safely to my home
Where I belong
Once more
Who will find me
Take care and side with me
Guide me back
Safely to my home
Where I belong
Once more
How can I go on this way
When all the salt is taken from the sea
I stand dethroned, I'm naked and I bleed
But when your finger points so savagely
Precious Lord, believe in me
Hear my plea and take care of me, yeah
How can I go on
From day to day
Who can make me strong in every way
Where can I be safe
How can I belong
In this great big world of sadness
How, how can I forget
Those beautiful dreams that we shared
They're lost and they're nowhere to be found
Oooh, how can I go on
Oooh
Dee, dee, dee, dee
Dee, dee, dee
I know I have to leave
When the moon is up it's hard, dee, dee, dee
On and on and on and on precious Lord, hear my plea, yeah
Take care of me
How can I go on (how can I go on)
From day to day (from day to day)
Who can make me strong (who can make me strong)
In every way (in every way)
Where can I be safe (where can I be safe)
How can I belong (how can I belong)
In this great big world of sadness (in this great big world of sadness)
How can I forget (how can I forget)
Those beautiful, beautiful dreams that we shared (those beautiful dreams that we shared)
They're all broken now, yeah
Bring me to the stars
Dee, dee, dee, dee, de, de, dee
Dee, dee, dee, dee, de, de, dee, dee
Dee, dee, dee, dee, de, de, dee
How can I go on
Dee, dee, dee, dee, de, de, dee
How can I go on, yeah
Krijg waarschijnlijk ruzie met alle Springsteen-adepten hier op Fok!, wanneer ik zeg dat dit hitje van Little Steven leuker is dan alle hits van The Boss himself bij elkaar...
I was born lucky they always say
I work in these fields of plenty
Sweat for the company far away
Fruit once sweet now has bitter taste
My father was a union man
Very proud and outspoken
They came and took him when I was young
I will fight 'till his work is done
And my children are hungry
To taste the sweet life
Though my eyes have grown tired
Their desire keeps me alive
I will gather no more of your bitter fruit
I have a sister she loves to dream
Now she works right beside me
We work the land we can never own
Someday we'll reap what we have sown
I don't look east I don't look west
I don't understand their accent
If it's not soldiers it's foreign debt
But they haven't won this one yet
Soon from the fields will come fire
To cleanse the lies from all sides
The flames of freedom grow higher
Until desire - is satisfied
I will gather no more of your bitter fruit
And they want to help in America
And the guns they come from America
But they fight against us North America
Why are the people so quiet in America?
Van het legendarische album "The Crossing".
All the rain came down
On a cold new town
As he carried you away
From your father's hand
That always seemed like a fist
Reaching out to make you pay
He came like a hero from the factory floor
With the sun and moon as gifts
But the only son you ever saw
Were the two he left you with
Oh Lord where did the feeling go
Oh Lord I never felt so low
Now the skirts hang so heavy around your head
That you never knew you were young
Because you played chance with a lifetime's romance
And the price was far too long
Oh Lord where did the feeling go
Oh Lord I never felt so low
Oh Lord where did the feeling go
Oh Lord I never felt so low
Oh Lord where did the feeling go
Oh Lord I never felt so low
Oh Lord where did the feeling go
Oh Lord I never felt so low
Oh Lord where did the feeling go
Oh Lord I never felt so low
#1670: Renaissance - Carpet of the sun
Come along with me
Down into the world of seeing
Come and you'll be free
Take the time to find the feeling
See everything on it's own
And you'll find you know the way
And you'll know the things you're shown
Owe everything to do the day
Come along and try
Looking into ways of giving
Maybe we will fly
Find a dream that we will live in
We'll look into the eyes of time
Past ages have turned to dust
And born somewhere on the line
The loving that grows with us
Come into the day
Feel the sunshine warmth around you
Sounds from far away
Music of the love that found you
Th seed that you plant today
Tomorrow will be a tree
And living goese on this way
It's all part of you and me
Chorus:
See the carpet of the sun
The green grass soft and sweet
Sands upon the shores of time
Of ocean mountains deep
Part of the world that you live in
You are the part that you're giving
Van het tamelijk experimentele album '154' uit 1979.
Two people in a room
Facial movements betray
A private display
Of nervous disorder
And mutual torture
Two people in a room
Bloody image is conjured
But no one is injured
The weapons are chosen
But the action is frozen
Two people in a room
Positions are shifted
The ceasefire uplifted
The lighting is fierce
It's intended to pierce
Any cloak of deceit
And encourage retreat
And God they're so gifted
My God they're so gifted
Het Belgische antwoord op Tori Amos mag niet ontbreken in deze lijst, al gruwelt ze zelf van de vergelijking. Op de skippybal!
I won't give in
I put fresh heart
into myself
But I flee my thoughts
I won't give in
I've sealed my mouth
Won't say a thing
At least not out loud
Funny, I'd like to seduce you
Funny how i feel
Maybe I'm lost on the rough side
Maybe this time it's for real
But I would like to be
But funny things for you
I'll manage a seven day working week
For your sake
As Mary goes round on the playground
She is never asking ever too much
I'm getting nervous
I hang around
It's no big deal
I'll sort it out
I'd like to tell you all my
Mud stories
Mud stories
Mud on my raincoat still
Much stories
Mud stories
Mud on my raincoat still
Mud stories
Much fuss about a cheap thrill
I won't give in
There is no chance
I'll have enough
with one romance
I'd like to tell you 'bout my
Mud stories
Mud stories
Mud on my raincoat still
Much stories
Mud stories
Mud on my raincoat still
Mud stories
Much fuss about a cheap thrill
When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light
and darkness takes it's place...
We will pause to take our rest.
Sharing songs of love,
tales of tragedy.
The souls of heaven
are stars at night.
They will guide us on our way,
until we meet again
another day.
When a poet sings the song and all are hypnotised,
enchanted by the sound...
We will mark the time as one,
tandem in the sun.
The rhythm of a hymn.
The souls of heaven
are stars at night.
They will guide us on our way,
until we meet again
another day.
When the dawn has come
sing the song,
all day long.
We will move as one,
bear the load
on the road.
The souls of heaven
turn to stars
every single night
all across the sky...
they shine.
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Nederlands wasmiddel dat kan zingen? Inderdaad, Persil.
Met de drummer van (lang geleden) Sonetic Vet, waar ook Solex in begon toen ze nog Liesbeth heette.
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1665 Falco - Der Kommissar
Dit is nog aardig. Vervolgens gingen Bolland & Bolland zich ermee bemoeien :-(
Two, three, four
Eins, zwei, drei
Na, es is nix dabei
Na, wenn ich euch erzähl' die G'schicht'
Nichts desto trotz,
Ich bin es schon gewohnt
Im TV-Funk da läuft es nicht. -
Ja, sie war jung,
Das Herz so rein und weiß
Und jede Nacht hat ihren Preis,
Sie sagt: “Sugar Sweet,
Ya got me rappin' to the heat!”
Ich verstehe, sie ist heiß,
Sie sagt: “Baby, you know,
I miss my funky friends,”
Sie meint Jack und Joe und Jill.
Mein Funkverständnis,
Ja, das reicht zur Not,
Ich überreiss', was sie jetzt will. -*
Ich überleg' bei mir,
Ihr' Nas'n spricht dafür,
Währenddessen ich noch rauch',
Die Special Places sind ihr wohlbekannt,
Ich mein', sie fährt ja U-Bahn auch.
Dort singen's:
“Dreh' dich nicht um, schau, schau,
der Kommissar geht um!
Er wird dich anschau'n
und du weißt warum.
Die Lebenslust bringt dich um.”
Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?
Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man?
Did you ever rap that thing Jack?
So rap it to the beat!
Wir treffen Jill and Joe
Und dessen Bruder hip
Und auch den Rest der coolen Gang
Sie rappen hin, sie rappen her
Dazwischen kratzen's ab die Wänd'. -
Dieser Fall ist klar,
Lieber Herr Kommissar,
Auch wenn sie and'rer Meinung sind:
Den Schnee auf dem wir alle
Talwärts fahr'n,
Kennt heute jedes Kind.
Jetzt das Kinderlied:
“Dreh dich nicht um, schau, schau,
der Kommissar geht um!
Er hat die Kraft und wir sind klein und dumm,
dieser Frust macht uns Stumm.”
“Dreh dich nicht um, schau, schau,
der Kommissar geht um!
Wenn er dich anspricht
und du weißt warum,
Sag ihm: 'Dein Leb'n bringt dich um.'”
quote:Zo, nu klopt alleen die van Siniti niet.Op donderdag 16 april 2009 18:16 schreef Drikske het volgende:
Beste mensen, even op de nummering letten. Dit wordt:
quote:Nogmaals excusesOp donderdag 16 april 2009 18:18 schreef ranja het volgende:
[..]
Zo, nu klopt alleen die van Siniti niet.
The Feelies waren het levende bewijs dat je er niet cool uit hoeft te zien om coole muziek te maken.
Said it's time to go, well alright
I don't wanna go, I say alright
You never listen to me anyway
You're always talking, never much to say
You remind me of a TV show
That's alright, I watch it anyway
I don't talk much cause it gets in the way
Don't let it get in the way
We'll do our job, we'll get things done
Work real hard and get things done
It's time to sail but not now
Can't relax when there's things to do
Big plans stay while the little ones fade
It's nice to know when it's part of your life
I don't want much and I need even less
It's time to sacrifice
(crazy feelies)
Said it's time to go, well alright
I don't wanna go, I say alright
You never listen to me anyway
You're always talking, never much to say
You remind me of a TV show
That's alright, I watch it anyway
I don't talk much cause it gets in my way
Don't let it get in the way
(crazy feelies)
#1663: Pendragon - Nostradamus (Stargazing)
Looking out over golden fields
Wondering what the world will be tomorrow
Like sleepwalkers we go fumbling in the dark
Looking back over golden years
Wondering where the dream will be tomorrow
When spirits rise and we might march on
Hailey's comet came blazing across the sky
I heard of one who saw the whole thing in the night
To gaze upon a world that nobody could know
Just like a nightmare lying waiting to unfold
We live and learn
We learn to live
The power and glory
When you go stargazing
Looking round I heard a voice and someone say
Here tomorrow just as likely gone today
I heard a prophet watch reflections in a pool
But surrounded by intolerance and fools
We live and learn
We learn to live
The power and glory
When you go stargazing
Stargazing
Goundbreaking
Dream making
Breathtaking
Al vielen ze live wat tegen vorig jaar (en speelden ze dit nummer niet; zou er een correlatie bestaan..?).
I remember johnny - hey!
Johnny come lately
I remember her shoes like a ballerina
A girl called johnny who
Changed her name when she
Discovered her choice was to
Change or to be changed
I remember a girl called johnny
Black as hell and white as a ghost
Dont talk about life or death
She said Ive had enough of both
A girl called johnny who was not scared
Theyd have torn her to pieces but
Who would dare?
I remember a girl called johnny
The train came to town, boy she got on it
With no looking back, with not a word
If she said goodbye, well I never heard
But the noise goes on
The noise, the jazz
And the truth is in somebody elses hands
And the house that a girl called johnny built
Is now just ashes and sand
#1661: The Firm - Star trekkin'
Wat een heerlijk album blijft dat Moon Safari toch...
Sexy boy, sexy boy ...
Où sont tes héros aux corps d'athlètes
Où sont tes idoles mal rasées, bien habillées
Sexy boy, sexy boy ...
Dans leurs yeux des dollars
Dans leurs sourires des diamants
Moi aussi un jour je serai beau comme un Dieu
Sexy boy, sexy boy ...
Apollon deux mille zéro défaut vingt et un an
C'est l'homme ideal charme au masculin
Sexy boy, sexy boy ...
English translation:
Where are your heroes with bodies like athletes
Where are your rough shaven, well dressed idols
Sexy Boy Sexy Boy
Dollars in their eyes
Diamonds in their smiles
One day I too will be beautiful like a god
Sexy Boy Sexy Boy
Apollo, perfect x 2000, 21 years old
The ideal man, masculine charm
Sexy Boy Sexy Boy
#1659 - Peter Gabriel - Downside-up
Een verrassend goede cover. Origineel uiteraard van Chris Bell, voormalig zanger van Big Star. Maar deze versie uit 1991 mag er ook zijn...
you say my love for you's not real
but you don't know how real it feels
all I want to do is to spend some time with you
so I can hold you, hold you
your sister says that I'm no good
I'd reassure her if I could
all I want to do is to spend some time with you
so I can hold you, hold you
friends fail every day
I want to hear you say
your love won't be leaving
your eyes aren't deceiving
fears will soon fade away
smile now, don't be afraid
all I want to do is to spend some time with you
so I can hold you, hold you
so let me whisper in your ear
don't you worry they can't hear
all I want to do is to spend some time with you
so I can hold you, hold you
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Tussendoor een nostalgisch deuntje uit vervlogen tijden.
Deze heldinnen moeten er gewoon vaker in dan één keer. Had ze al eens een notering gegeven en eigenlijk met hun beste nummer, maar goed, in de echte top 2000 staan ook niet al de beste nummers van de betreffende artiest het hoogst, dus vooruit. Deze grootse opener van het magistrale debuutalbum La Maison De Mon Rêve kan er keurig tussen!
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them
You provide the birdbath
I provide the skin
And bathing in the moonlight
I'm to tremble like a kitten
If blue eyed babes
Raised as hitler's little brides and sons
They got angelic tendencies
Like some boys tend to act like queens
Oh if every angel's terrible
Then why do you watch her sleep
You love to hear her sing
And wear purple eyes like rings
Well the flowers have no scent
And the child's been miscarried
Oh every angel's terrible
Said freud and rilke all the same
Rimbaud never paid them no mind
But jimmi morrison had his elevators
His elevators
He had his elevator angels
If every angel's terrible
Why do you hide inside her
Like a child in a skirt
The supermarket's loud and bright
And boy don't she feel warm tonight
Boy don't she feel warm tonight
Boy don't she feel warm tonight
If every angel's terrible...
Gek genoeg zijn we Bob nog niet eerder tegengekomen in deze lijst. Onvoorstelbaar dat deze plaat al uit 1963 stamt en nog altijd actueel is qua tekst. En vermoedelijk zal blijven helaas...
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Komend weekend is het weer platenbeurs in Utrecht. Een van de bands waar ik elke beurs wel wat van koop is The Darling Buds. Vooral singles dan. En elke beurs sta ik weer te twijfelen welke lp ik ook alweer wel heb en welke niet. En koop dan dus geen lp. Maar daar gaat nu verandering in komen. Daarom van het album dat ik nog moet hebben de hitsingle (nummer 27 in de Engelse Top 40 in 1989)
The Kinks mogen natuurlijk ook niet ontbreken in deze top 2000. Hier het titelnummer van één van hun vele geweldige albums, Muswell Hillbilles.
Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning,
I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes,
She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me,
I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die.
They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow,
Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got,
They're gonna try and make me change my way of living,
But they'll never make me something that I'm not.
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
But my heart lies in old West Virginia,
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee,
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen.
They're putting us in little boxes,
No character just uniformity,
They're trying to build a computerised community,
But they'll never make a zombie out of me.
They'll try and make me study elocution,
Because they say my accent isn't right,
They can clear the slums as part of their solution,
But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride.
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia,
Though my hills, they're not green,
I've seen them in my dreams,
Take me back to those Black Hills,
That I ain't never seen.
Well I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia,
Though my hills, they're not green,
I've seen them in my dreams,
Take me back to those Black Hills,
That I ain't never seen.
Pedro the Lion's (oftewel David Bazan's) klagerige stem is niet aan iedereen besteed, maar de man maakt vaak ook wel heel mooie muziek met sterke teksten. Zoals dit A Mind of her Own.
Omdat King Crimson niet vaak genoeg in deze lijst kan staan.
Frame by frame,
If by drowning.
In your arms,
In your arms,
Analysis.
Step by step,
Down by numbers.
In your arms,
In your arms,
Analysis.
Frame by frame,
If by drowning.
In your arms,
In your arms,
Analysis.
Step by step,
Down by numbers.
In your arms,
In your arms,
In your arms,
Analysis.
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Voor lyrics, zie youtube
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1649 Bonnie 'Prince' Billy - Nomadic revery (All around)
Een onvoorstelbare tranentrekker, afkomstig van zijn album 'I see a Darkness' uit 1999. Helaas niet volledig in dit filmpje, maar niettemin de beste versie online...
oday was one where, lost in thought
I really feel I am
losing not an ounce of what
you see in me, my lamb
if you're not with me tomorrow
that would be the worst
I'm glad I dream of what I dream of
today a thing was burst
o all around
o all around
it's kept together moving all around
my brain it beams, it's here at all
and living, I must work
to make our lives here justified
and not let trouble lurk
instead of seeing monkeys biting
I lay on the ground
while my hectic travelling partner
wandered all around
chorus
o all around a left buttock
and all around a right
all around your every curve
I'm going to go tonight
but only hold me, hold me
all the city's on me
and all their wish to scold me
and lay their hands upon me
so only hold me, hold me
and I'll return't you baby
I just need an evening
with someone nice to hide me
_!#1648: Marillion - The King of Sunset Town
A ragged man came shuffling through
A puppet king on the 4th of June
And butterflies from all around
Settled on his paper crown
A pretty sight it seemed to be
An avenue of eternal peace
But he said, "What is here can soon burn down..."
"I'm the king of sunset town"
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
"That's the law round here"
Said the king of sunset town
And in the night he comes to me
And the square becomes a battlefield
Of staring eyes that can't explain
The insanity and the greater game
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
"That's the law round here"
Said the king of sunset town
A ragged man came shuffling through
The corridors of this white place
And as he lay his body down
I saw the scars that lined his face
And injured souls came to his bed
To hear the stories he would tell
Of butterflies and summertimes
And everyone assembled here
Remembers how it used to be
Before the 27th came
This place will never be the same
He said "I'm the king of sunset town"
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
"That's the law round here"
Said the king of sunset town
Naast The Kinks zijn er meerdere acts die zeker niet mogen ontbreken. The Beach Boys bijvoorbeeld. Deze relatief recente live-versie van Brian Wilson geeft aan waarom...
Well east coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when Im down there
The mid-west farmers daughters really make you feel alright
And the northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls
The west coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on hawaii island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand
I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldnt wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
Conor Oberst, het muzikale wonderkind met de fraaie teksten en de vibrerende stem, mag ook niet ontbreken in deze lijst. Hier één van de betere songs op het album met de lange titel Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground
picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name;
You asked the time.
Now it's two o'clock.
The club is closed,
We are up the block.
Your hands are on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out,
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before.
I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
I've got the money
If you've got the time.
He said, "It feels good."
I said "I'll give it a try."
Then my mind went dark,
We both forgot where your car was parked.
Let's just take the train.
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors, with bad habits...
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone is ringing,
And the van is leaving
Let's just keep touching,
Let's just keep...keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me...-
Colour Of Fire is echter meer dan een opgefokt kwartet Engelsen met een biseksuele (?) zanger. Het weet op een perfecte manier de zo kenmerkende tegenstellingen in het emogenre tussen hard en zacht, ingetogen en explosief, te combineren tot een geheel dat geen moment verveelt. Neem het nummer 'Jennifer' van The Exile EP: een romantisch liefdesliedje dat langzamerhand ontaardt in een muur van gitaargeweld.
Niet alleen muzikaal is het smullen, het oog wil en krijgt ook wat. Met vier Engelse broekies op één podium weet je dat dat in de meeste gevallen wel goed zit. Een 'attitude' waar je 'U' tegen zegt, plus de branie van een stel Milwall-hooligans. Understatement van het jaar: die komen er wel.
Helaas, ze kwamen er nooit en zijn inmiddels uit elkaar.
De Nederlandse Pixies werden ze genoemd. Terecht, qua muziekstijl. Onnodig, qua gewoon goed zijn. Ze hebben 2 albums uitgebracht en zitten voorlopig in een pauze. Tja. Daar ken ik er nog een paar van (my bloody valentine, portishead) waarbij het even duurde voor een einde aan die pauze kwam. Mede door die pauze nog maar 1 keer live gezien.
Welk nummer ik moest kiezen van hun was niet zo moeilijk aangezien er maar 1 in normale kwaliteit op youtube staat
Bittersweet symphony haatte ik vanaf de eerste keer dat ik het hoorde. En dus haatte ik The Verve. Ruim tien jaar later (september 2008 meen ik) kwam deze release uit en toegegeven: ik vond het best okay. In die tijd rondde ik mijn studie af en vertrok voor een paar maanden naar Zuid-Amerika. Ik werd er verliefd op een cultuur die niet de mijne was. En ik ben het nog steeds.
Mijn geld raakte op, maar ik wilde niet terug. Mijn retourticket reeds aangeschaft; ik wilde niet terug. Alitalia, economy class. Vijftien uur lang geketend aan je stoel. Met films en met spelletjes. En met hopeloze muziek. Muzak, The best of Coldplay, een vleugje Pavarotti. En Love Is Noise onder het kopje 'Modern hits'. Gekweld door de ergste vorm van zelfmedelijden vond ik mijzelf huilend terug op mijn oncomfortabele stoel. Bekaf van alle impressies en gebeurtenissen, dankbaar voor alles wat ik had meegemaakt.
Op de achtergrond? Love is noise. Een klein pareltje, dat -door de hopeloze wansmaak van Alitalia's muzieksamenstellers (River Man van Drake en Old Man van Young in muzak-uitvoering... hoe verzinnen ze het? Blergh!) -plús het feit dat ik het plaatje sindsdien niet meer gehoord heb- is verworden tot de soundtrack van de terugreis.
De laatste stuiptrekking van de tijd van mijn leven.
Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles that are made in China?
Feel the bright prosaic malls
In the corridors that go on and on and on
Are we blind - can we see?
We are one - incomplete
Are we blind - In the shade
Waiting for lightning - to be saved
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again
Will those feet in modern times
Understand this world's affliction
Recognise the righteous anger
Understand this world's addiction?
I was blind - couldn't see
What was here in me
I was blind - insecure
I felt like the road was way too long, yeah
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again, again, again, again
Cause love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that you're feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again
Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles made in China?
Will those feet in modern times
See the bright prosaic malls?
Will those feet in modern times
Recognise the heavy burden
Will those feet in modern times
Pardon me for my sins
Love is noise
Come on
Deze grote Australische zanger mag ook niet ontbreken met heeeeeel veel nummers in deze lijst. Deze komt van Murder Ballads en is een duet met de misschien wel meest op Cave lijkende dame PJ Harvey.
Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Omdat er ook nederlandstalig in de lijst moet
Jij kijkt naar mij
Ik kijk TV
En je loopt naar de keuken
En je vraagt wat ik wil, koffie of thee
En ik denk
Ik wil vuur
Levenslang vuur
Want we leven misschien maar zevenhonderdduizend uur
En ik wil elk uur vuur
Jij kent de vragen die ik stel
Ik ken het antwoord wat jij geeft
En als ik zwijg en je vraagt wat ik voel
Dan tover ik met woorden maar ik draai er omheen
Want ik wil vuur
Levenslang vuur
Want we leven misschien maar zevenhonderdduizend uur
En ik wil elk uur vuur
En al die heren die ons regeren
Intellectuelen die zich vervelen
Hoor ze praten over alles met gezond verstand
Maar waar is hun hart
Het staat niet meer in brand
Want hun bezieling is dood
Het vuur is gedoofd
En idealen zijn verhalen
Waar geen mens nog in gelooft
En de tijd sleurt ons mee
Naar het einde van de eeuw
En iedereen twijfelt maar niemand
Niemand schreeuwt
Er is niemand die schreeuwt
Maar de wereld die draait
Als een gek in het rond
Weg van de hemel
Recht in de afgrond
Maar jij en ik
Wij mogen ons niet laten vangen
We moeten leven voor een droom
En sterven van verlangen
Ja, jij en ik
Dat is alles dat telt
En zolang het hier duurt
Wil ik alleen maar
Vuur
Want ooit op een dag
Dan dooft het vuur
Maar als ik sterf
En word geblust
Laat het dan zijn met een kus
Vuur
Levenslang vuur
Vuur, vuur, vuur, vuur, vuur
Een zeer rake tekst...
People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone
Women seem wicked when youre unwanted
Streets are uneven when youre down
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange x3
People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone
Women seem wicked when youre unwanted
Streets are uneven when youre down
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange x3
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange x3
#1639: Pater Moeskroen - Lethe
Ze schrikt 's nachts nog zelden wakker
Overdag is ze goed geluimd
Het eten wil haar weer smaken
Ze is vrolijk en opgeruimd
De toekomst ligt weer open
Het leven in volle gang
Want we moeten toch altijd verder
Toch is ze soms nog bang
Het is niet dat ze 'r elke dag nog aan denkt
Het is allang achter de rug
Maar soms gebeurt er opeens
Zomaar iets onverwachts
En dan komt het weer keihard terug
Ze gaat alweer naar de kroegen
Waar ze maandenlang niet verscheen
En ze fietst ook weer door de bossen
Maar natuurlijk nooit meer alleen
Ze heeft plezier in het werken
Haar collega's, ze zijn van goud
Maar als iemand haar zomaar aanraakt, oh
Dan krijgt ze het weer benauwd
Dan voelt ze weer die handen
Ziet zijn schaduw in de sneeuw
Dit bos zal voor altijd ademen
Op de echo van haar schreeuw
Deze band, die op de grens van de jaren tachtig en negentig tot de absolute top behoorde, mag ook niet ontbreken. Vaak gekopieerd, maar zelden of nooit geëvenaard.
hey
been trying to meet you
hey
must be a devil between us
or whores in my head
whores at my door
whores in my bed
but hey
where
have you
been if you go i will surely die
we're chained
uh said the man to the lady
uh said the lady to the man she adored
and the whores like a choir
go uh all night
and mary ain't you tired of this
uh
is
the
sound
that the mother makes when the baby breaks
we're chained
Leuk liedje van een leuk bandje. En passant zie je ook eens wat dat World of Warcraft is (werkelijk geen idee waar zovelen het nu al die tijd over hadden)...
Ramblin' where to begin
I tasted summer on your peppery skin
Been saved, the warm of the waves
I felt a slip into a watery grave
My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag all unfurled
She's grand, the bend of her hand
Digging deep into the sweep of the sand
Summer arrives with a length of lights
And summer blows away and quietly gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave
Waylaid the din of the day
Boats bobbing in the blue of the bay
In deep far beneath
All the dead sailors slowly slipping to sleep
My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag all unfurled
She's grand the bend of her hand
Digging deep into the sweep of the sand
Summer arrives with a length of lights
And summer blows away and quietly gets swallowed by a wave(x4)
Hoorn's bekendste band aller tijden toen het nog geen band uit Hoofddorp was.
Begonnen als shoegaze band Visions Of Johanna met langere, slepender gitaarliedjes, besloten ze na een concert van Guided By Voices dat ze ook liever kortere, puntige nummers wilden maken. Dus wat doe je dan, je maakt de bandnaam ook korter en puntiger. Et voilá, daar was in 1996 de doorbraak.
Swing van hun eerste album bevat nog een beetje de shoegaze-elementen van VOJ, maar is natuurlijk ook al een prachtige, puntige popsong.
Volendam, mooi dorp...
Sailin` home across the ocean,
sailin` home we`re goin` to be free.
Down below the crew`s in motion,
to defy the violence of the sea.
Feelin` young, feelin` strong,
at the hight of the fight,
so nothing can go wrong.
We know we`ll always wanna be,
fighting the sea.
Giant waves are rollin` higher,
`s gonna be a cold and rainy night.
Hands on deck are raw and tired,
prayin` for a sign of distant light.
Feelin` young, feelin` strong,
and the might of the night,
is pounding dark and long.
We know we`ll always wanna be,
fighting the sea.
But there`s the light,
and there`s the fire.
The harbour key,
shines dimly on the shore.
We can see the steeple spire.
And we know ,
we won the fight once more.
Feelin` young, feelin` strong,
and tonight came out right.
But tomorrow could be wrong.
We know we`ll always wanna be,
fighting the sea.
Sailin’ home, sailin’ home.
Kraftwerk mag natuurlijk ook niet ontbreken. Dit zat zelfs nog voor Autobahn, meen ik...
Celli zijn cool!
He's got a road map of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars
All along the highway
She's got a liquid-crystal compass
A picture book of the rivers
Under the Sahara
They travel in the time of the prophets
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run
On the run
He's got a star map of Hollywood
A list of cheap motels
All along the freeway
She's got a sister out in Vegas
The promise of a decent job
Far away from her hometown
They travel on the road to redemption
A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring
Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring
We're only at home when we're on the wing
On the wing
When we are young
Wandering the face of the Earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal
For a limited time
Time is a gypsy caravan
Steals away in the night
To leave you stranded in Dreamland
Distance is a long-range filter
Memory a flickering light
Left behind in the heartland
We travel in the dark of the new moon
A starry highway traced on the map of the sky
Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry
We're only at home when we're on the fly
On the fly
When we are young
Wandering the face of the Earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we're only immortal
For a limited time
We travel on the road to adventure
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run
On the run...
In de jaren 90 waren - in Engeland - gitaarbandjes-met-zangeres ineens übercool. Een van de commercieel meest succesvolle in de Uk was Sleeper, hun 2e album haalde zelfs de top 10, net als een aantal singles. De band maakte 3 albums en stopte daarna.
Zangeres Louise Wener stond bekend als iemand die geen blad voor de mond nam, wat goed uitkwam voor haar 2e carriere, als boeken schrijfster. In haar 1e boek 'Goodnight Steve McQueen' neemt ze de Britse muziekwereld enigzins op de hak, haar volgende boeken hadden niks meer met muziek te maken (maar zijn wel goed, vind ik).
Het wordt natuurlijk een veel te witte lijst zo. Laten we eens "politiek correct" doen en er een Afrikaan in zetten!
Fela Kuti was zo'n beetje de eerste pionier die afrikaanse muziek op de westerse muziekkaart zette. Daarom hoort hij zeker in de lijst.
Paul Simon (en vooruit, ook Art) zijn we ook nog niet tegengekomen. Dit behoort tot mijn favorieten van het duo...
I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I'll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.
Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I've committed a crime,
I've broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.
Ana Egge is een Amerikaanse zangeres die eerder vooral werk op de achtergrond deed bij o.a. Sinead O'Connor, Lucinda Williams en Ron Sexsmith. Dit jaar nam zij haar eerste album met eigen werk op, genaamd Road To My Love. Lucinda is helemaal weg van haar en dat is terecht. Hier een mooi live-optreden.
Kan de lyrics helaas nog niet op internet vinden.
Het eerste nummer van de eerste Genesis-CD waar Phil Collins alle lead vocals deed (A trick of the tail). Grappige titel als je bedent dat hij later nog zou zingen dat hij niet kan dansen. Maar wát een nummer!
Holy mother of god
Youve got to go faster than that to get to the top.
Dirty old mountain
All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone
So you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right.
Youre halfway up and youre halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around.
Throw it away, you wont need it up there, and remember
You dont look back whatever you do.
Better start doing it right.
On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didnt make it through.
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well thats the way the heroes go, ho! ho! ho!
Through a crack in mother earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land.
And the lavas the lover who licks your boots away. hey! hey! hey!
If you dont want to boil as well.
B-b-better start the dance
D-d-do you want to dance with me.
You better start doing it right.
The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light.
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if youre going to cross you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right.
You better start doing it right.
Let the dance begin.
Na al die symfo is het weer tijd voor rechttoe rechtaan. Met Iggy en zijn Stooges dé voorloper van de punk. Later nog hartstochtelijk gecoverd door Jeff Buckley. Gaaf om te beseffen dat elke nieuwe rockband dit nog altijd moeiteloos op een festival zou kunnen spelen...
I'm gonna kick 'em out
well I feel pretty good
and I guess that I could get crazy now,
baby 'cause we all got in tune
when the dressing room got hazy now, baby
I know how you want it, child,
hot, sweet, and tight
when girls can't stand it
when you're doing it right
when they're up on the standand then they kick out the jams, yes
kick out the jams, I like to kick 'em out
yes I'm startin' to sweat
you know my shirt's all wet
what a feelin'
and the sound that abounds and
resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
you gotta have it, baby
you can't do without
when you get the feelin'
you've got the sounds above
put that mic in my hand
and let me kick out the jams
yes, kick out the jams, got to kick 'em out
so you got to get it up
and then can't get enough
that's what ?
'cause it gets in your brain
it drives you insane, makes you crazy
the ? the faster you funk
if you wanna feed my rocket
till the morning comes
let me be who I am
and let me kick out the jams
yes kick out the jams
I done kick 'em out
Kortstondig muzikaal trio uit brazilië, bestaande uit Marisa Monte, Arnaldo Antunes en Carlinhos Brown. In 2002 kwamen ze met het gelijknamige album Tribalistas dat redelijk populair werd ontvangen, ondanks dat ze nooit opgetreden hebben op TV of radio.
Já Sei Namorar is hét nummer van dat album en was oa. in de game FIFA 2004 te horen.
Heerlijk om weg bij te dromen.
Já sei namorar, já sei beijar de língua,
agora so me resta sonhar
Já sei onde ir, já sei onde ficar Agora so me falta sair.
Não tenho paciencia pra televisão,
eu não sou audiencia para solidão.
Eu sou de ningúem, eu sou de todo mundo e todo mundo me quer bem.
Eu sou de ninguem, eu sou de todo mundo e todo mundo é meu também.
Já sei namorar, já sei chutar a bola
agora so me falta ganhar
Não tenho juízo se você quer a vida em jogo eu quero é ser feliz.
Não tenho paciência pra televisão, eu não sou audiência para solidão.
Eu sou de ninguém, eu sou de todo mundo e todo mundo me quer bem.
Eu sou de ninguem, eu sou de todo mundo e todo mundo é meu também.
To te querendo como ningúem,
to te querendo como Deus quiser.
To te querendo como eu te quero,
to te querendo como se quer.
To te querendo como ninguém,
to te querendo como Deus quiser.
To te querendo como eu te quero,
to te querendo como se quer...
Geschreven door Serge Gainsbourg, net als haar winnende songfestival nummer en minstens zo goed. Uit 1966.
#1623: Peter Schilling - Major Tom
Uiteraard geïnspireerd door David Bowie's "Space Oddity", de tekst althans
Gründlich durchgecheckt steht sie da
und wartet auf den start: Alles klar!
Experten streiten sich um ein paar Daten
Die Crew hat dann noch ein paar Fragen
doch der Cowntdown läuft.
Effektivität bestimmt das Handeln
man verlässt sich blind auf den anderen
Jeder weiß genau was von ihm abhängt
jeder ist im Stress
doch Major Tom macht einen Scherz
Dann hebt er ab und
völlig losgelöst von der Erde
schwebt das Raumschiff völlig schwerelos
Die Erdanziehungskraft ist überwunden
alles läuft perfekt schon seit Stunden
Wissenschaftliche Experimente
doch was nützen die am ende
denkt sich Major Tom
Im Kontrollzentrum da wird man panisch
Der Kurs der Kapsel der stimmt ja garnicht
Hallo Major Tom, können Sie hören
wollen Sie das Projekt denn so zerstören?
doch er kann nichts hören
er schwebt weiter
völlig losgelöst von der Erde
schwebt das Raumschiff völlig schwerelos
Die Erde schimmert blau
Sein letzter Funk: und grüßt mir meine Frau
und er verstummt
Unten trauern noch die Egoisten
Major Tom denkt sich: wenn die wüssten
Mich führt hier ein Licht durch das All
Das kennt ihr noch nicht, ich komme bald
mir wird kalt
völlig losgelöst von der Erde
schwebt das Raumschiff völlig schwerelos
[ Bericht 31% gewijzigd door Relayer op 22-04-2009 21:57:05 ]
1622 Neil Young - Sugar mountain
Neil mag er vaak in. Deze plaat stamt alweer uit 1968, maar verscheen pas in 1976 voor het eerst op elpee. De live aid versie is heel aardig.
Oh, to live on sugar mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You cant be twenty on sugar mountain
Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon,
Youre leaving there too soon.
Its so noisy at the fair
But all your friends are there
And the candy floss you had
And your mother and your dad.
Oh, to live on sugar mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You cant be twenty on sugar mountain
Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon,
Youre leaving there too soon.
Theres a girl just down the aisle,
Oh, to turn and see her smile.
You can hear the words she wrote
As you read the hidden note.
Oh, to live on sugar mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You cant be twenty on sugar mountain
Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon,
Youre leaving there too soon.
Now youre underneath the stairs
And youre givin back some glares
To the people who you met
And its your first cigarette.
Oh, to live on sugar mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You cant be twenty on sugar mountain
Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon,
Youre leaving there too soon.
Now you say youre leavin home
cause you want to be alone.
Aint it funny how you feel
When youre findin out its real?
Oh, to live on sugar mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You cant be twenty on sugar mountain
Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon,
Youre leaving there too soon.
Oh, to live on sugar mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You cant be twenty on sugar mountain
Though youre thinking that youre leaving there too soon,
Youre leaving there too soon.
Pink Floyd is ook zo'n legendarische band die hier wel vaak in voor zal komen. Omdat we nog vrij laag zitten, zal ik ook maar een 'mindere' klassieker toevoegen: Not now John. Het enige nummer van de slechtste Floyd-plaat ooit dat nog de moeite van het luisteren waard is, dus daarom in de FOK!2000 om het niet helemaal in de vergetelheid te laten verdwijnen
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Gotta compete with the wily Japanese.
There's too many home fires burning
And not enough trees.
So fuck all that
We've go to get on with these.
Can't stop
Lose job
Mind gone
Silicon
What bomb
Get away
Pay day
Make hay
Break down
Need fix
Big six
Clickity click
Hold on
Oh no
Brrrrrrrrrring bingo!
Make 'em laugh.
Make 'em cry.
Make 'em dance in the aisles.
Make 'em pay.
Make 'em stay.
Make'em feel ok.
Not nah John
We've got to get on with the film show.
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow.
Who cares what it's about
As long as the kids go?
Not now John
Got to get on with the show.
Hang on John we've got to get on with this.
I don't know what it is
But it fits on here like.....
Come at the end of the shift
We'll go and get pissed.
But now now John
I've got to get on with this.
Hold on John
I think there's something good on.
I used to read books but.....
It could be the news
Or some other abuse
Or it could be reusable shows.
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Got to compete with the wily Japanese.
No need to worry about the Vietnamese.
Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees.
Well, maybe not the Russian Bear
Maybe the Swedes.
We showed Argentina
Now let's go and show these.
Make us feel tough
And wouldn't Maggie be pleased?
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah!
"s'cusi dove il bar
(What?)
se para collo pou eine toe bar
s'il vous plait ou est le bar
(...say it in English!...)
oi, where's the fucking bar John?
(Oh, now you're talking!)"
Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day
Down!
Go, Maggie!
Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!
See my love is asleep on the floor
In a pose that's familiar
See my sun will just send you to war
If the battle don't kill you
But I've changed in mind
She's calling all the time
That I don't want to live in your side
Though the rose is vermillion
And I find it so hard to survive
Witout when within you
My sweet Lavinia
My sweet Lavinia
All the years buried under the floors
And the wounds in the parlour
Would have come up to greet us before
If it weren't for my heart because
I've her name in mine
And it's calling all the time
For my sweet Lavinia....
Celtas Cortos is een Spaanse band die Keltische rock maakt. Dit nummer zet ik in de lijst speciaal voor mijn vriendin (namelijk ook een Spaanse.)
Nog zo'n geweldige singer/songwriter die niet vergeten mag worden.
Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show
With some smart ass New York Jew
And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox
And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too
Well he may be a fool but he's our fool
If they think they're better than him they're wrong
So I went to the park and I took some paper along
And that's where I made this song
We talk real funny down here
We drink too much and we laugh too loud
We're too dumb to make it in no Northern town
And we're keepin' the niggers down
We got no-necked oilmen from Texas
And good ol' boys from Tennessee
And colleges men from LSU
Went in dumb. Come out dumb too
Hustlin' 'round Atlanta in their alligator shoes
Gettin' drunk every weekend at the barbecues
And they're keepin' the niggers down
CHORUS
We're rednecks, rednecks
And we don't know our ass from a hole in the ground
We're rednecks, we're rednecks
And we're keeping the niggers down
Now your northern nigger's a Negro
You see he's got his dignity
Down here we're too ignorant to realize
That the North has set the nigger free
Yes he's free to be put in a cage
In Harlem in New York City
And he's free to be put in a cage on the South-Side of Chicago
And the West-Side
And he's free to be put in a cage in Hough in Cleveland
And he's free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis
And he's free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco
And he's free to be put in a cage in Roxbury in Boston
They're gatherin' 'em up from miles around
Keepin' the niggers down
CHORUS
1617 Queens of the Stone Age - Avon
Van het ietwat vergeten debuutalbum uit 1998...
I see you go
Through a park in a haze
Well I don't listen
For traffic goin' the same way
A simple system...yeah
I string 'em up, I cut 'em down
Dare I say
A perfect vision
Such simple ways to let you know
Free range humans
All cooped up, naked clown
Is playing lame...yeah
I string 'em up, I cut 'em down
Dare I say
quote:Oeh, die heb ik ooit verwerkt in een column, maar dan met de desperate tekstregels die jij nu hebt weggelaten uit de tekst.Op donderdag 23 april 2009 20:53 schreef Drikske het volgende:
1620 The Veils - Lavinia
See my love is asleep on the floor
In a pose that's familiar
See my sun will just send you to war
If the battle don't kill you
But I've changed in mind
She's calling all the time
That I don't want to live in your side
Though the rose is vermillion
And I find it so hard to survive
Witout when within you
My sweet Lavinia
My sweet Lavinia
All the years buried under the floors
And the wounds in the parlour
Would have come up to greet us before
If it weren't for my heart because
I've her name in mine
And it's calling all the time
For my sweet Lavinia....
http://frontpage.fok.nl/column/4294
Classic rock still roels, men
Breadfan open up your mind
Open up your purse
Never never never gonna lose it
Breadfan take it all away
Never give an inch
Gonna make a mint gonna make a million
Breadfan you`ve got it all, song
Long time friend
Gonna lose it in the end,who`s a fool?
See girl give it all away
Stay a bird stay a man stay a,
Just stay what you wanna be
Loser give it all away never stay
With the widow of the man with the money
Sailor, wrapping up the town
With a gown and a record
On the top of you`re gonna be a bad boy
Breadfan finger in the pie in the sky
For a shilling on the nose of a gee gee
Come on keep it all aside
We will ride on a boat to the middle of an island
Loser give it all away,
`cause i`m never gonna stay
`cause i don`t need it
Don`t you feel it in your veins
All the money in this world
And i don`t need it
Repeat 1st verse
Loser give it all away never stay
With the widow of the man with the money
Sailor, wrapping up the town
With a gown on record
On the top of your man
Breadfan finger in the pie in the sky
Je hoort het Frits Spits zo aankondigen, zo 30 December een uurtje of 5 'sochtends. Carter The Unstoppable Sexmachine met het geweldige Rubbish on the Radio.
And when I drive that heap down the road
You can hear the cheap car stereo
Volume knob turned down low
And rubbish on the radio
WAT?? Nog steeds geen Motörhead? Ah, omdat ze heel hoog in de lijst moeten natuurlijk. Nou, dan beginnen we maar eens met hun debuutsingle op het meest geweldige label aller tijden, Stiff Records. Met Larry Wallis nog op gitaar...
Wah
We can move around now
You know it's so good
But I know you wouldn't come clean now,baby
Even if you could
Because, White Line Fever (White Line Fever)
I'm the one deciever
White Line Fever, yeah
Take me away from you
Just come to me babe
We can stay right here
But you don't remember all the lines of blow
You've done this year
I said White Line Fever (White Line Fever)
I'm the one deciever (We're gonna make you a dreamer)
White Line Fever, yeah
Take me away from you (It's a slow death)
Bye, bye, bye baby
'cuz here I come
Won't get to sleep tonight
Because the white lines turn me on
White Line Fever
We're gonna make a dreamer (Made me a believer)
White Line Fever, yeah
It's a slow death (It hasn't killed my yet)
Oh !
Volgens is er ook nog geen een nummer van deze held genoemd
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
And that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your old lady down,
You shot her down to the ground
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town
And I gave her the gun
I SHOT HER!
Hey Joe, alright
Shoot her one more time, baby
Hey Joe, said now
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down to Mexico way
Alright!
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me
Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey Joe, you better run on down
Good by everybody
Hey Joe, uhh
Run on down
De familie Wainwright is nog niet langsgeweest. Laten we eens beginnen met de vader.
Er was een tijd dat ik die Dave Wyndorff wel zo stoer vond (en een beetje eng). Deze is van een latere datum, maar men, wat knalt dat erin....
Kudos ook voor de niet om de hete brij heen draaiende titel
Sing that song a gotta gotta you get
Along baby
Shove that tongue a straight a to
The back of my head
You got tongue a honey honey
Use that tongue baby
Climb on top and rock a rolla
Me 'till in dead
Girl I'm melting away and your fine and grown
Hey now you whisper your dirt
And I'll do you strong
Sing that song a firecracker
Sing that song a baby
You got smoke that drives
A monkey out of his head
Dig yourself a kinda like a
I do yourself baby
The king of dreams a gotta
Have queen of the bed
Babe I'm melting away
And your fine and grown
Hey now you scream out your
Dirt until I explode
Slut machine to keep my lovin strong
Slut machine to keep my lovin' strong
1610 Hole - Violet
Normaal houd ik niet van damesrock, want er zijn maar weinig vrouwen die echt stevige rockmuziek kunnen maken. Hole, de band van Kurt Cobains weduwe Courtney Love, is toch wel speciaal. Niet vanwege Courtney, die ik nog altijd verdenk schuldig te zijn aan Kurts dood, maar gewoon om hun muziek. Vooral het nummer Violet, wat een agressie zit er in dit nummer, geweldig! Een terechte notering dan ook, helaas heb ik het nog nooit in een 'echt' verzamellijstje gezien. Vandaar maar in die van FOK!
Lyrics:
quote:And the sky was made of amethyst
and all the stars look just like little fish
you should learn when to go
you should learn how to say no
might last a day yeah
mine is forever
might last a day, yeah
well mine is forever
when they get what they want they never want it again
when they get what they want they never want it again
go on, take everything, take everything i want you to
go on, take everything take everything take everything i want you to
And the sky was all violet I want it again, but more violet, more violet
hey, i'm the one with no soul
one above and one below
go on, take everything take everything i want you to
go on, take everything take everything i want you to
i told you from the start just how this would end
when i get what i want i never want it again
go on, take everything take everyting i want you to
go on, take everything, take everything i want you to
go on, take everything, take everything i want you to
go on, take everything, take everything i want you to
go on take everything take everything take everything take everything
Heerlijk duo van beide geslachten. Zij zingt bijzonder heet, waardoor de songs altijd iets broeierigs hebben. Hier een mooie uitvoering bij Jools Holland.
Walk you to the counter
what you got to offer
pick you out a soda
look at you forever
walk you to the water
eyes like a casino
you ain't born typical
find a piece of silver
pretty as a diagram
go down to the Rio
put it in my left hand
put it in a fruit machine
everyone's a winner
laughing like a seagull
you are a fever, you are a fever
you ain't born typical
you are a fever, you are a fever
you ain't born typical
living in a suitcase
meet a clown and fall in love
been dying to have you over
clown around and brake up
take you to a jukebox
that's the situation
pick you out a number
that's our arrangement
dancing on the legs of a new born pony
left right left right, keep it up son
go ahead and have her, go ahead and leave her
you only ever had her when you were a fever
i am a fever, i am a fever
i ain't born typical
i am a fever, i am a fever
i ain't born typical
we are a fever, we are a fever
we ain't born typical
we are a fever, we are a fever
we ain't born typical
bloedmooi liedje
I would like to leave this city
This old town dont smell too pretty and
I can feel the warning signs running around my mind
And when I leave this island Ill book myself into a soul asylum
Cos I can feel the warning signs running around my mind
So here I go, Im still scratching around the same old hole
My body feels young but my mind is very old
So what do you say?
You can give me the dreams that are mine anyway
Youre half the world away
Half the world away
Half the world away
Ive been lost, Ive been found but I dont feel down.
And when I leave this planet
You know Id stay but I just cant stand it and
I can feel the warning signs running around my mind
And if I could leave this spirit Id find me a hole and Ill live in it cos
I can feel the warning signs running around my mind
So here I go still scratching around in the same old hole
My body feels young but my mind if very old
So what do you say?
You can give me the dreams that are mine anyway
Youre half the world away
Half the world away
Half the world away
Ive been lost, Ive been found but I dont feel down
No I dont feel down
No I dont feel down
I dont feel down
I dont feel down
I dont feel down
I dont feel down
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV ?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV ?
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town ?
I'm counting on you, Lord, please don't let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town ?
Everybody!
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
Cat Power moet er gewoon maar vaak in! Want Chan Marshall maakt fraaie liedjes, zowel in haar wat intensere vroege periode en de meer beschaafde huidige periode. En gaat dit nummer nu over Kurt Cobain of niet? De fan die deze video maakte denkt duidelijk van wel.
Last time I saw you, you were on stage
Your hair was wild, your eyes were red
And you were in a rage
You were swinging your guitar around
Cause they wanted to hear that sound
But you didn't want to play
And I don't blame you
I don't blame you
Been around the world, in many situations
Been inside many heads in different positions
But you never wanted them that way
What a cruel price you thought that you had to pay
And that for all that shit on stage
But it never made sense to them anyway,
Could you imagine if when they turned their backs?
They were only scratching their heads
'Cause you simply deserve the best
And I don't blame you
They said you were the best,
But then they were only kids
Then you would recall the deadly houses you grew up in
Just because they knew your name,
Doesn't mean they know from where you came
What a sad trick you thought that you had to play
But I don't blame you
They never owned it
And you never owed it to them anyway
I don't blame you
What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of hurrying?
What's the use of anything?
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Veel te laag genoteerd naturlijk maar ja. Heerlijk ratelende gitaren, Wedding Present op hun best.
Kort, maar krachtig. Geschreven in 15 minuten, voorafgaand aan een optreden.
Maar het blijft een lekker nummer
Feel like asking a tree for an autograph
And I feel like making love to a photograph
Photographs don't smell
Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys
Soft Boys
Well I told you baby I was the only one
Then I left myself and now you're the lonely one
Machines can't dream
Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys
Soft Boys
Well hard boys groove and white boys mausterbate
But then soft boys wind up that a Doctor Meseschmict
He just a one-o-nines 'em
Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys
Soft Boys
TransAtlantic is een samenwerkingsverband gevorms door Neal Morse (Spock's Beard), Mike Portnoy (Dream Theater), Roine Stolt (The Flower Kings) en Pete Trewavas (Marillion), tijdens de tournee van 2001 aangevuld met Daniel Gildenlow (Pain of Salvation). Door de progrock-scene uitgeroepen tot een van de beste bands van het millenium, kwam er desondanks in 2002 toch een abrupt einde toen Neal Morse steeds meer in de Here raakte. Maar een paar weken terug kwam er toch nog het bericht dat TransAtlantic momenteel weer in de studio is gegaan voor een derde CD. Van hun eerste album "SMPTe" is dit "My new world"
The place she called home was high on a hill,
way up in a big house under the trees
Day's in the sun she's seen by the river,
reading a book, feeding her dreams
Now she's a loner, now she's a stoner, no one can touch her ...
He was the boy, the pride of his mother,
stainless and shining, all heaven sent
But then the country calls for a soldier
and he went out to a foreign land
When he returned faces look different,
at the end of innocence nothing's the same
My new world was spinning me around
And that was all that could be
My new world was spinning me around
And nothing's lost on memory
My new world was spinning me around ...
Hiked up to Woodstock, she got high in Frisco,
summers of love, that child she was wild
She had the need for total expression,
painting and poetry filled up her mind
Boy, he took pride in serving his country,
went off to war no more than a child
My new world was spinning me around
And this is all that i've found
My new world was spinning me around
And time can be my enemy
My new world was spinning me ...
Now she's a loner, now she's a stoner, no one can touch her ...
Out in the fields we met in the summer
On a poetic island no past to recall
Breaking like waves we flooded the moment
Laughing at the perfectness of it all
My new world waits patiently
When living is lost in a memory
My new world is ahead of me
But sometimes I'm back where I used to be ...
Then the fall ran away with our time
Dissapointment struch so hard
When he found out there was no
"Lucky stars and stripes"
They set it all on fire !!!
While Jim and Janis got us higher
"She's so freaky, she's so fine"
Soldier, he can't get her off his mind
Down the desert to the sea
Leave the raving 60's all behind ...
Out of the blue still reaching for something
Feeling the window of time out of mind
Catching a glimpse each one to the other
Always not knowing the spark left behind
Going and going with fictional borders
Passing two feet from the door
My new world keeps spinning me around
And this is all that can be
My new world is ahead of me now
This is all that I've found
My new world keeps spinning me around
My new world keeps spinning me
And time is not my enemy
My new world is ahead of me today
And all things pass away ...
Tja, er komen wel veel lange epische nummers voorbij, en zo komen we natuurlijk nooit op tijd bij de nummer 1 zo vlak voor de jaarwisseling
Daarom nu weer een kort, ultra-links discopunknummertje.
Swastikas and Klan-robes
Sexist, racist, homophobes
Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins
you can wear my nuts
on your nazi chins
I LOVE A MAN IN UNIFORM!!
Just what exactly are
the great historical
accomplishments of your race
that make you proud to be white?
Capitalism? Slavery? Genocide? Sitcoms?
This is your fucking white-history, my friend
So why don't we start making a history
worth being proud of
and start fighting the real fucking enemy
Swastikas and Klan-robes
Sexist, racist, homophobes
This one's for the Master Race
My brown-power ass
in your white-power face
KILL THEM ALL AND LET A NORSE GOD SORT 'EM OUT!!
Dan gooi ik er ook nog een kort nummertje tegen aan
On preston platform
Do your soft shoe shuffle dance.
Brush away the cigarette ash thats
Falling down your pants.
And you sadly wonder
Does the nurse treat your old man
The way she should.
She made you tea,
Asked for your autograph --
What a laugh.
quote:tssssk, check nr 1603!Op zaterdag 25 april 2009 21:27 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
Tja, er komen wel veel lange epische nummers voorbij, en zo komen we natuurlijk nooit op tijd bij de nummer 1 zo vlak voor de jaarwisseling
Maar goed, men wil korte nummers. Het typen van de titel duurt langer dan dit eerbetoon.
Maar goed, hier weer een korter nummer:
1598: Genesis - Horizons
OK, het staat op een LP van Genesis, maar het is natuurlijk gewoon een gitaarsolo van Steve Hackett waarbij de rest van de band geen inbreng had
Dan Penn schreef een flink aantal klassiekers, die door andere artiesten vaak prima werden vertolkt. Dat Penn zelf ook een goede zanger is, bewees hij met het album Do Right Man uit 1994, waarop hij een aantal van deze nummers zelf speelde. Dit is een schitterende versie van het door James Carr bekend gemaakte nummer, dat ook door veel anderen werd gespeeld en gezongen.
At the dark end of the street
that is where we always meet
hiding in shadows where we don't belong
living in darkness, to hide alone
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
I know a time has gonna take it's toll
we have to pay for the love we stole
It's a sin and we know it's wrong
Oh, our love keeps going on strong
Steal away to the dark end of the street
You and me
They gonna find us, they gonna find us
They gonna find us love someday
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
When the daylight all goes around
And by chance we're both down the town
Please meet, just walk, walk on by
Oh, darling, please don't you cry
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
Alexander Marcus, ofwel Felix Rennefeld maakt een mix van electro en folk die hij zelf 'Electro Lore' noemt. De video's vaak.. ach whatever
alexander marcus ist einfach geeeeeeeil
How long can you stand
Tightening up
Avoiding the fight
Avoiding the truth
Tighten the smile
Tighten the lie
Will you get what you want
To be cursed with your dreams
I hope for your sake
Something gets in the way
How long can you stand
Living under the lens
The kiss of success
The ensuing, all consuming, mess
Message of love
They arrive everyday
People you touch
Wasting away
People you don't know
Give you no choice
And you're sick to your stomach
At the sound of your voice
And the shape of your face
And the sound of your name
They send you pictures of yourself
It's someone you don't know
And they call you a genius
Cause you're easier to sell
But the fire in your belly
That gave you the songs
Is suddenly gone
And you feel like a fake
Is that what you want?
I hope for your sake
You've got what it takes
You've got what it takes
To be spoilt to death.
Tja, wat valt er van te zeggen? Goede single van het beste album van een onderschatte artiest.
Erg leuke cover
Mooi liedje van een ietwat ondergewaardeerd bandje van het legendaaaarische Stiff-label
[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door newbiedoobiedoo op 26-04-2009 21:49:35 ]
Coldplay mag er niet te vaak in, en zeker niet te hoog. Het album waarop deze titel staat, is terecht gekraakt. Maar toch, dit is een mooi liedje...
When I was a young boy I tried to listen
And I wanna feel like that,
Little white shadows blink and miss them
Part of a system, I am
If you ever feel like something's missing
Things you'll never understand,
Little white shadows sparkle and glisten,
Part of a system, a plan
All this noise I'm waking up
All this space I'm taking up
All this sound is breaking up
Ooh oh ooh
Maybe you'll get what you wanted
Maybe you'll stumble upon it
Everything you ever wanted
In a permanent state
Maybe you'll know when you see it
Maybe if you say it you'll mean it
And when you find it you'll keep it
In a permanent state, a permanent state
When I was a young boy I tried to listen,
Don't you wanna feel like that?
You're part of the human race
All of the stars in the outer space,
Part of a system, a plan
All this noise I'm waking up
All this space I'm taking up
I cannot hear you're breaking up
Woaaooh
Maybe you'll get what you wanted
Maybe you'll stumble upon it
Everything you ever wanted
In a permanent state
Maybe you'll know when you see it
Maybe if you say it you'll mean it
And when you find it you'll keep it
In a permanent state, a permanent state
Swimmin' on a sea of faces
The tide of the human races, oh
An answer now is what I need
I see it in the new sun rising and
See it break on your horizon, oh
Come on love, stay with me
1590: The Beatles - I'm only sleeping
When I wake up early in the morning,
Lift my head, I'm still yawning.
When I'm in the middle of a dream,
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream),
Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me,
Leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping.
Everybody seems to think I'm lazy.
I don't mind, I think they're crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed,
Till they find there's no need (there's no need),
Please don't spoil my day, I'm miles away,
And after all, I'm only sleeping.
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window,
Taking my time, lying there and staring at the ceiling,
Waiting for a sleepy feeling.
Please don't spoil my day, I'm miles away,
And after all, I'm only sleeping.
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window,
Taking my time.
When I wake up early in the morning,
Lift my head, I'm still yawning.
When I'm in the middle of a dream,
Staying in bed, float up stream (float up stream),
Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me,
Leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping.
Brendan Fowler maakte onder de naam Barr in 2007 het album Summary, waarop hij eigenlijk niet echt zong, maar meer sprak. Begeleid door toetsen en andere geluiden leverde dit een bijzonder werkstuk op. Dit nummer is de single van die plaat. Een juiste keuze. Een prima nummer, dat een beetje knipoogt naar Pavement.
make the record at night
we all know that rock and roll
is the language of night
but this got made in the day,
it was bright
the drums are fully shakey but the bass is more tight
the song is the single, and the single sucks
it has never sounded good
it always sounded bad
what is the song
the pop song
is it a conduit?
to give out the feeling in a compact form
a short form
and shorter is better
because it is physically much easier to share
a slogan verse a book
single versus record
what its blank white
with really no cover
and that leaves the meaning clear
wait
its more vague
with no hints to intentions
except that maybe the intention was to seem vague
or not to have a cover
maybe just there's no cover
and if the children care, then the children are pissed
you said you wanted pop
but instead you got this
oh, my god
what do you do?
the song is the single and the single sucks
it never sounded good
it always sounded bad
the air here dries out my skin
but i still have a feeling
i am still filled with feeling
i just want to hold someone
i just want to hold someone
i just want to hold someone
i just want to hold someone
i just want to hold someone
i just want to hold someone
i just want to hold someone
you make the record at night
cuz everyone knows rock and roll is the language of night
but this got made in the day it was bright
the drums are a lot looser
like falling apart
and the bass is a scratch on your skin
a big scratch
but you'll heal
the skin is intact
and the song is the single and the single sucks
it never sounded good
it always sounded bad
get away with years of bills
in short form
the conduit is cracked
but at least its for sale
i'm sorry steve, i had to say it
we've had to since high school
its been a while now
and its hard to see
what that really means
untill you get to talk
you just hear so much
and you see so much
and you hear so much
and you see so much
its a lot
but you hold it
and piano
i have just gone through the breakup
armageddon breakup
the timing was bad
but there's never a good time
for bad things to happen
maybe better than worse
but bad is
that all always bad is bad enough
unequipped it was the blessings of space
but and the the prior six months
had left my body to crash
it caught me on the plane
it happens
i hear it actually happens a lot
to other germs and the bad air
i went to england
which upset the rhythm
the label took me over to perform
i played four shows and a radio
and i got sick
i got so sick
i thought i would die
i was sure i would die
so we cancelled 2 shows
the sick and the travel logged
i the rain caught
it happens
and we cancelled north hampton and glasgow
i'm so sorry if you cared
so this is what got made
not really
but sort of this got made in the place
from the visit
so the whole song
from your biggest fan
the title track
from the third record
we swapped the organ for bass
which kinda sounds more like the big boys anyways
skate rock from texas
but this is the single and the single has spoke
the record is sung
the song is the single and the single sucks
it was shown
If your right hand is causing you pain
Cut it off cut it off
If your colours have started to run
Let them all run, run away from you
There is lightning in this room
Above our heads waiting to strike
Im a thinker not a talker
Put your faith, your faith in God
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux
Id kill for an adventure
Just you and I in the Curzon Bar
Dancing till we knew
So all that we've learnt disappeared
When you shouted at me
I saw my father in the second grade
Concerned and kind
But yet unable to reach me
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a State of Flux
State of Flux [x9]
We need to talk [x5]
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux
Er was een tijd dat Rod Stewart nog cool was, en rockte.
Anders dan de titel doet vermoeden is dit een hele mooie ballad
While you were out...
the message says
You left a number
and I tried to call
But they wrote it down
in a perfect Spanish scrawl
in a perfect Spanish scrawl
Yet again
I'm missing you
King size bed
(in a) hotel someplace
I hear your name
I see your face
I see your face
(The) back street dolls
and the side door johnnies
The wide eyed boys with their bags full of
money
Back in the alley
going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail
of a midnight crawl
Heaven wouldn't be
so high I know
if the times gone by
hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
come apart at the seams
and shatter all my dreams
Sometimes I feel like...
Screaming
close my eyes
It's times like this
my head goes down
and the only thing I know
is the name of this town
is the name of this town
Yet again
I'm missing you
won't be long
O' coming home
Until that distant time
I'll be moving on
I'll be moving on
Nog een band die wel een notering in de onderste regionen verdient. Dit blijft de favoriet
You might know of the original sin
And you might know how to play with fire
But did you know of the murder committed
In the name of love-yeah
You thought what a pity
Dream on white boy
Dream on black girl
And wake up to a brand new day
To find your dreams have washed away
There was a time when I did not care
And there was a time when the facts did stare
There is a dream and its held by many
Well Im sure you had to see
Its open arms
Dream on white boy
Dream on black girl
And wake up to a brand new day
Dream on black boy
Dream on white girl
Then wake up to a brand new day
Voordat Sophie Ellis Bextor bekend werd met Spiller en later solo had ze al in een band gezeten. De band Theaudience maakte 1 album, Sophie werd door de lezers van NME tot 1 van de sexyste indie-zangeressen gekozen. Het album en 2 singles haalden de Britse Top 40, waaronder deze.
Muziek die vooral bekend is uit films. Een mix van synthesizer, piano, keyboards en andere elektronische instrumenten. Geniaal.
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Nog geen VU in de lijst gezien? Laten we dan maar met deze aftrappen. Van het bananenplaatje...
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man
Met Johnny Depp op gitaar!
De oude meester zelf, met een wellicht minder bekend, maar daarom niet minder fantastisch nummer! Staat op het niet echt opvallende album Street Legal
Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said,
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
Volgens mij stond er nog geen DnB in, dus..
Natuurlijk live in Pompeii...
Nadat we eerder al Dan in de lijst hadden, nu een andere Penn. De broer van Sean en wijlen Chris Penn en de echtgenoot van Aimee Mann.
Op 1577 zijn doorbraaksingeltje This And That.
Mooie openingstrack van het verder gekraakte "Fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant". Het album zelf is dan ook niet zo bijzonder, een track zoals deze daargelaten.
I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasnt very long
Before I would stand with another boy in front of me
And a corpse that just fell into me, with the bullets flying round
And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet youre making shells back home for a steady boy to wear
Round his neck, well it wont hurt to think of you as if youre waiting for
This letter to arrive because Ill be here quite a while
I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasnt very long
Before I found out that the sickness there ahead of me
Went beyond the bedsit infamy of the decade gone before
And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet youre making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it wont hurt to think of you as if youre waiting for
This letter to arrive because Ill be here quite a while
I fought in a war, and I didnt know where it would end
It stretched before me infinitely, I couldnt really think
Of the day beyond now, keep your head down pal
Theres trouble plenty in this hour, this day
I can see hope I can see light
And I reminded myself of the looks you gave when we were getting on
And I bet youre making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it wont hurt to think of you as if youre waiting for
This letter to arrive because Ill be here quite a while
De oplettende muziekliefhebber heeft misschien midden 2007 meegekregen hoe ex-Marillion zanger annex drinkebroer Fish zijn vriendin Heather Findlay verloor, dit vervolgens breed verkondigde in de media, en het een van de onderwerpen maakte van zijn laatste CD 13th star. Dit nummer is Heather's antwoord.
It's not my style to crash and burn
But when you're daily in the firing line
There's not enough flowers for guns
If you're looking for love
You have to give love
And giving your love
Breeds only love
It's not my place to make you learn
But when you're blazing in the heat of your own rage
Maybe it's time that you took
A lesson in love
And how to give love
When you give only love
It will breed only love
(Talking about real love)
(Talking about real love)
I'm not saying I'm some kind of saint
But it's a long time ago that I freed my life
From the dead wood of hate
Another day maybe we'll meet
And when you look me in the eye and search your heart
Maybe then you will see
That I gave you my love
And you took from me love
I'm talking about love
And it was real, real love
(Talking about real love)
(Talking about real love)
If you wanted love
You only had to give love
And giving your love to me
Would breed only love
I gave you my love
And you took all my love
I'm talking about love
And it was real, real love
(Talking about real love)
(Talking about real love)
Wat een toeval, vanavond begint Fok's Anderstalige lijst en nu komen we op 1574 al een anderstalige tegen. Italiaans dit keer. In mijn eigen anderstalige lijst zal niet veel Italiaans komen, maar deze wel. Elisa, wie is dat ook weer? Oja, ze mocht optreden bij de opening van de Olympische Winterspelen in Turijn. Toen zong ze dit nummer ook, al komt het al uit 2001.
In Nederland is de Engelstalige versie uitgebracht, die heet Come Speak to Me.
Later gecoverd door Elliott Smith (hopelijk vaak, veel en hoog in de lijst) en Wilco (die ook nog een aantal leuke noteringen verdienen), maar het origineel is natuurlijk ook uitstekend. Van het debuutalbum uit 1974.
Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Won't you let me meet you at the pool?
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you
Oh, oh, oh
Won't you tell your dad to get off my back?
Tell him what we said about "Paint It Black"
Rock and roll is here to stay
Come inside now, it's ok
And I'll shake you
Oh, oh, oh
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so then let me know
If it's no then I can go
And I won't make you
Oh, oh, oh
1572 Todd Rundgren's Utopia - Initiation
1571: The Flower Kings - The truth will set you free
I. Lonely Road
If you walk down that lonely road
Realizing how little we know
I can see the strain in your face
Just assuming we all join the race
Hold on - the truth will set you free
Rain keep on falling like the first morning
No one asking "how does it feel?"
In a world with no room for your needs
Putting words to the grief and the pain
Disappearing like tears in the rain
Hold out - you will see, the truth will set you free
Rain keep on falling like the first morning
II. Primal Instincts
Who invented the slow burning fire
The unforgettable high
Who put the moon and the stars in the skies
The kaleidoscope inside your eyes
Rising higher from the primal cries
Like a spiral up to the moon
Day by day this ambitious grind
Search for a new state of mind
Restless species, all of Africa
Running for water and food
Flowers and trees & wild, wild weeds
Colours and shapes of our tribes
The truth will set you free
We will stand up to the lie
With this heart bigger than America
We will fight fire with fire
No more kiss will seal the lies
Listen close you can hear a song
A stream that run through your soul
Simple and clear, seeking it's mate
Just randomly out of control
Far away from the primal instinct
The song seems to fade away
The river gets wider between your thoughts
And things we do and say
The truth will set you free
We will stand up to the lie
With this heart bigger than America
We will fight fire with fire
No more kiss will seal the lies
III. From The Source
Now straight from the heart
Your dreams will tell you where you will begin
It's straight from the source
The image from a long forgotten dream
Look into the flow
Your thoughts will dance into the evening sun
As good as it gets
We all remember days of future spent
Now straight from the heart
Your dreams will tell you where you will begin
It's straight from the source
The image from a long forgotten dream
Look into the flow
Your thoughts will dance into the evening sun
As good as it gets
We all remember days of future spent
IV. Uphill
Move on uphill thru the smokescreens
Rise up we're learning to fly
The bigger the sail, the bigger the scam
We're all gonna fall down and cry
Troubled times, go thru the motions
When leaders excel in their lies
They squeeze the flower they took as a loan
Until it fade out and die
The truth will set you free
We will stand up to the lie
With this heart bigger than America
We will fight fire with fire
No more kiss will seal the lies
The truth will find it's way
It's rising up slow
To look up the other side
The truth will find it's heart
And call it your home
At the moon and the change in tide
Every leaf on each tree
Talking to me
As I'm flat on the ground
Each to the sparkling
And the tears
When I knew I've begin
Move on uphill thru the smokescreens
Rise up we're learning to fly
The bigger the sail, the bigger the scam
We're all gonna fall down and cry
Troubled times, go thru the motions
When leaders excel in their lies
They squeeze the flower they took as a loan
Until it fade out and die
The truth will set you free
We will stand up to the lie
With this heart bigger than America
We will fight fire with fire
No more kiss will seal the lies
The truth will set you free
We will stand up to the lie
With this heart bigger than America
We will fight fire with fire
No more kiss will seal the lies
V. The Stars The Sun The Moon
Rest your legs by the apple tree
See the alternate realities
How you customize the journey, still
You've been here before, now you know the drill
And so the wind will cry the words of love
And you'll design the day you're thinking of
Now so much wiser so much more in tune
We'll take the sun, the stars but first the moon
Rest your mind by the dawn of time
See the scene flourish in it's prime
Roll away, away in the big, big blue
I'll explode, explain inside of you
And so the wind will cry the words of love
And you'll design the day you're thinking of
Now so much wiser so much more in tune
We'll take the stars, the sun but first the moon
Banhart wordt wel gezien als de man die de "free folk" of "freak folk" of ook wel "nu / new folk" beweging is gestart. Of dat klopt? Misschien, feit is wel dat de man veel anderen kans heeft gegeven voor het voetlicht te komen. Zijn eigen muziek mag er ook zijn. Dit is een lied met bijna een hippie-vredesboodschap van zijn plaat Cripple Crow
I heard somebody say
That the war ended today
But everyone knows it's goin' still
Our motherlands and motherseas
Here's what we believe
It's simple
We don't want to kill
I heard somebody say
That the war ended today
But everyone knows its goin' still
Our motherlands and motherseas
Here's what we believe
It's simple
We don't want to kill
Oh, it's simple
We don't want to kill
Oh, it's simple
We don't want to kill
Oh, it's simple
We don't want to kill
Vanwege Ranja's anderstalige top 100 even een plaatje waarvoor ik me doodschaam dat ik het leuk vind...
Quiero enseñarte un camino en el mar
Un lugar donde nadie ha podido llegar
Donde el viento es amigo
La brisa un suspiro
Que abraza tu cuerpo, pequeña, al pasar.
Quiero que tu me acompañes, mujer
Que mi canto amanezca dormido en tu piel
Y decirte al oido, sin miedo al olvido
Mis versos queridos
Mis versos de ayer.
Quiero perderme en tu cuerpo y anclar
En tu puerto mi barca vacia de amor
Escribir en la arena mi llanto y me pena
Dejar que las olas borren mi dolor.
Quiero que tu me acompañes, mujer
Que compartas conmigo tu vida y después
Cuando el viento del otoño acaricie tu sien
Estar juntos y unidos iguales que ayer.
Quiero enseñarte un camino en el mar
Un lugar donde nadie ha podido llegar
Donde el viento es amigo
La brisa un suspiro
Que abraza tu cuerpo, pequeña, al pasar.
Quiero que tu me acompañes, mujer
Que mi canto amanezca dormido en tu piel
Y decirte al iodo, sin miedo al olvido
Mis versos queridos
Mis versos de ayer.
Altijd op 30 April één van de eerste nummers die ik draai, en nu dus ook in de top 2000.
quote:So, I broke into the palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said : "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said : "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano"
1567 Ryan Adams - Sweet Illusions
Ook al zo'n artiest die er vaak in moet. Deze komt van de plaat Cold Roses, met band The Cardinals gemaakt, maar hier in een liveversie. Emotionele song.
Let me go I'm only letting you down
I 've got nothing to say to you now
I lose the feelings that are weighing me down
When I'm safe
It's turning morning all the birds sing
I'm not complicating anything
I'll have another then I'll go to bed
But I'll dream of you
Cause it's almost over
And it's almost gone
And I can feel the sweet illusion, coming
Sweet confusion, honey
Sweet illusion coming down
And I ain't got nothing but love for you now
You and I used to shine like a jewel
But times been nothing to us but cruel
So play it out and never played the fool
Cause you'll lose every time
We were nothing, we were only the past
Hard times like that don't last
I've been forgiven, I've been surpassed
By my heart
Have you?
Cause it's almost over
Yeah it's almost gone
And I can feel the Sweet Illusion coming
Sweet Confusion, honey
Sweet Illusion coming down
And I ain't got nothing but love for you
Love for you I can't use
And lonely nights multiplied by the blues
That I can't resolve
You never knew me but I did my best
I'm just lonely inside I guess
You gave me everything you really tried
Thanks....
If we were nothing and we're only the past
Then I'm just living in a dream I guess
A long black dream that takes me down the river to you
Where it's almost over
And we're almost gone
And I can feel the Sweet Illusion coming
Sweet Confusion, honey
Sweet Illusion coming down
Best een aardige Cash-coverband gezien vandaag in Eindhoven. Ondanks alles toch wel een beetje de favoriet van vandaag...
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
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Deze in Nederland woonachtige singer / songwriter werd geboren in Wales en is er nog één van de oude stempel. Gitaar, zang, gewoon fijne luisterliedjes. Mag best beloond worden met een plekje in deze lijst.
Lyrics helaas niet te vinden.
Deze lijst hangt ook van de toevalligheden aan elkaar... koop ik vanmiddag een kaart voor M83 in de Helling, komen we ze ook net nu in de lijst tegen! Van het -gezien de jaarlijstjes- goed ontvangen 2008 album Saterdays=Youth.
Goed, tijd voor nieuw leven hier. De band van zanger Edwyn Collins (later solo in Nederland nog succesvol met A Girl Like You).
De droevige baardmans mag natuurlijk niet ontbreken. Hier een nummer van Shootenanny!
They told me that i couldn't come back here again
Took me for some kind of fool
Said i was doing things that never should be done
But i don't care about their rules
As if i cared 'bout the little minds
In the little heads of the herd
There's nothing you could dream
Would be more absurd
And everybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard times
I don't know what it is they're trying to do to me
Make me into some sick joke
But no one's laughing
And least of all not me
It's hard to laugh as you choke
Hollywood lies piled up to the sky
Floating your way soon
Hope you like the rotten stench of doom
And everybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard times
I don't know what it is they think i'm gonna try
They don't know what they need to fear
The surest sign that the end is coming soon
Is right there in the bathroom mirror
Everybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard times
These are rock hard times
1560: Marillion - Three minute boy
(en OK, het is nog niet zo lang geleden dat Marillion in deze lijst werd genoemd, maar weet maar alles van tevoren
)
Here today
Gone this afternoon
Another tune we almost remember
What's the story
Sex and drugs again
Business as usual
The clock's already ticking
La la la la
When he was young
Staring at the TV
He watched the fun happenin' to other people
Now they scream
As they run after him
Like a dream
Like Elvis and the Beatles
A three minute song is all he wrote
He only did it for a joke
They played him on the radio
From Tokyo to Timbuktu
A three minute boy, ain't that somethin'
They named their children after him
The good times rolled beneath his feet
He skipped along the one-way street
She's a pretty girl
She don't know how it started
She made a movie
He almost remembered
She measured up
They moved into a basement
"We're so in love!"
They giggled to the nation
La la la la
Three minute millionaire they said
The numbers rattled round his head
They spun him three times round the globe
She waited patiently at home
And all the pretty girls wanted him
In places that he'd never been
Too much love will do you in
Forgive Forgive Forgive Forgive
Yeah Yeah Ooo
Three minute kid is here again
Surrounded by three minute friends
He found someone to understand
To shock the world and hold his hand
No religion, no restraint
No direction, no complaints
No future and no way out
No time now to think about it
All the money's gone
He don't know what he spent it on
Girlfriends gone off with the Jag
Gone back to her mum and dad
He's curled up on the studio floor
He just can't do it anymore
The flashgun went off without warning
He'll read about it tomorrow morning
She's goin' out with someone new
In this week at number two
Three minute boy ain't that somethin'
Gewoon eens een oude klassieker. Door velen gespeeld, maar misschien toch wel de fijnste uitvoering. Hoewel, het origineel van The Band... Hoewel, Johnny Cash... Ach, vooruit, gewoon Joan Baez!
Virgil Caine is my name and I drove on the Danville train
'til so much cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
I took the train to Richmond that fell
It was a time I remember, oh, so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringin'
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singin'
They went, "Na, na, na, na, na, na, .... "
Back with my wife in Tennessee
And one day she said to me,
"Virgil, Quick! Come see!
There goes Robert E. Lee."
Now I don't mind, I'm chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
Just take what you need and leave the rest
But they should never have taken the very best
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringin'
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singin'
They went, "Na, na, na, na, na, na, ..... "
Like my father before me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand
Oh, he was just 18, proud and brave
But a yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the blood below my feet
You can't raise a Cane back up when he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringin'
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singin'
They went, "Na, na, na, na, na, na, ..... "
Tijd voor een Nederlandse band. Klassieke pretpunk band, wereldberoemd in heel Friesland.
quote:Elke joun een úr of seis
Dan kom ik thûs dan bak ik fleis
Set de ierpels of it fjûr
Iten seare is een toer ...
ol t ieten t docht net wot
ja dot skow ik troch myn strot
Mar 't leafste hwat ik meij
Is Hagelslag En Soepenbry
Bûter, brea en griene tsiis
Meij ik ek wol as een Fries
Een borrel mei een pûde chips
Meij ik net dat fien ik mar niks
Die fette trop sa as patat ...
... Hagelslag en soepenbry
Met Gravenhurst staat de Top 40 ook al niet vol. Niettemin een fijne singer/songwriter die een jaar of wat geleden doorbrak met Fire in Distant Buildings. Dit stond daarop...
To understand the killer
I must become the killer
And i don’t need this violence anymore
But now i’ve tasted hatred i want more
The velvet cell within men
Gloriously rusted masks
Grey death heart crocuses
And i had always thought
The desire to kill was a disease you caught
But it’s dormant in the hearts of everyone
Waiting for a spark, an emotion
Ook bijgewerkt. Heb mijn 'Coral' vervangen door een ander plaatje van ze, waardoor er volgens mij geen dubbelen meer instaan.
Hier een oudje van de meesterlijke Australiër. Nog in de ruige periode en van de plaat From Her To Eternity, officieel nog zonder The Bad Seeds in de bandnaam.
The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'dagger
and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor
etched into his upper...
O o o' Cabin Fever!
O o o' Cabin Fever!
Slams his fucken tin-dish down
Our Captain, takes time to crush
Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of Love in his flags.
Done is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!
The captain's free-hand is a cleaver
which he fashions his beard, n' he rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony!
Or was it Ebony? etc...
Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by winter
Notch x notch, winter x winter
Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter
O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the rollin sea still rollin on!
She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever!
Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
Raisin her host of hair from her crooks
and strugglin to summony one of her looks!
His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the bottles that he's drunken,
like crystal - skittles about the cabin,
of a ship they'd been sailing
Five years sunken... etc...
1554: Uriah Heep - Circle of hands
Circle of hands
Cold spirits plan
Searching my land for an enemy
Came across love's sweet cost
And in the face of beauty
Evil was lost
Sky full of eyes, minds full of lies
Black from their cold hearts, down to their graves
Murdered the dawn, spreading their scorn
Cursing the sun of which love was born
We must keep them away
Or pretty soon we'll pay
And count the cost in sorrow
Sacrifice, the future has its price
And today is only yesterday's tomorrow
We must keep them away
Or pretty soon we'll pay
And count the cost in sorrow
Sacrifice, the future has its price
And today is only yesterday's tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Als bewijs dat er ondanks die afschuwelijke progbands van Relayer
, best aardige muziek werd gemaakt in de jaren '70.
Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avacado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down you street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright
Well he was only 5'3"
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious,
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it
Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called...
Op 2 bevrijdingsfstivals speelde Triggerfinger vandaag, waaronder in Rotterdam. Een uur ofzo eerder stond De Staat er. Wat blijft daar weinig van over als je het echte werk hoort. En dus allemaal meezingen: de meisjes: ihi ihi iieh en de jongens: aha aha aaah.
quote:Je mag al blij zijn dat ik niet met ABBA ben komen opdravenOp dinsdag 5 mei 2009 22:03 schreef Drikske het volgende:
Als bewijs dat er ondanks die afschuwelijke progbands van Relayer
Maar goed, het is nu weer tijd om lekker te FOKken...pardon, FOLKEN.
1551: Luar na Lubre - O son do ar
Luar na Lubre is een band uit het Spaanse Galicië. Dit nummer is later nog eens gecoverd door Mike Oldfield (kijk, stiekem toch nog prog) onder de naam "Song of the sun"
quote:Tis altijd populair geweest prog te hatenOp dinsdag 5 mei 2009 22:03 schreef Drikske het volgende:
Als bewijs dat er ondanks die afschuwelijke progbands van Relayer
quote:En daardoor zitten we nu opgescheept met bagger als gangsta-rap en Britney SpearsOp dinsdag 5 mei 2009 23:05 schreef Siniti het volgende:
[..]
Tis altijd populair geweest prog te haten
quote:God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
Yeah, yeah
I believe theres a time and a place
To let your mind drift and get out of this place
I believe theres a day and a place
That we will go to, and I know you wanna share.
Theres no secret to living (theres no secret to living)
Just keep on walking
Theres no secret to dying (theres no secret to dying)
Just keep on flying.
Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name
Im gonna die in a space that dont hold my fame.
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls.
I believe theres a time when the cord of life
Should be cut, my friends (cut the cord, my friend)
I believe theres a time when the cord can be cut
And this vision ends (let this vision end).
But Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name
And Im gonna cry in a space that dont hold my fame.
Walking in the cold
Just keep on flying
Therell be a searchlight
On the mountain high
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Im a lonely soul.
Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name
Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name.
God knows you are lonely souls
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
Im a lonely soul.
So long, little chapel
? ? ?
Pack up your light
Pack up your light
Say goodbye to the holy water life
Ohhh.....? ? ?
? ? ?
Ahhh.....
quote:Lange nummers kan natuurlijk nietOp dinsdag 5 mei 2009 23:07 schreef Relayer het volgende:
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En daardoor zitten we nu opgescheept met bagger als gangsta-rap en Britney Spears
Nou nog een 'afschuwelijke' progband
1549 Camel - Ice
Volledig instrumentaal, met een prachtige solo
1548: Magenta - King of the skies
De beste spoofs klinken gewoon precies zo als hetgeen wat gespoofd wordt. En daarom,
quote:I was cruisin' in a car
Down Melrose Boulevard
When I stopped all the traffic
I was laughin' so hard
Standin' on the corner
Was this rock n roll dude
In leather pants thinkin' he was cool
He had the jacket
He had the shades
Farrah Fawcett hair
Or was that a wig
Face like a turtle
Trying in vain to look stoned
You could tell he'd been practicing
At home in the mirror
He'd probably been posing like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred degrees
In the shade
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
Country rock making us all sick
While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
Being a teen back than
Man, it was a drag
Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
You think we live in pretty desperate times
When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto
And ram it from the rear
Burn, baby
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Suck my ego, pay to play
Got nothing more to say
As we sell you a stairway to boredom
Look around at the hip people
Set in their ways
Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
Young old brats playing fossil rock
Pistols reunions pass for rebellion
Radio and TV gettin' to damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands
Underground's becoming an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones
I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to seventy seven
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Een van de betere nieuwe prog-bands van dit moment is Unitopia uit Australië. Het titel-nummer van hun laatste CD "The Garden" wordt al vergeleken met de Genesis-klassieker Supper's ready
En aangezien er toch niets boven een heerlijk lang nummer gaat...
PART 1 - THE GARDEN OF UNEARTHLY DELIGHTS
Welcome to the garden of dreams,
A place filled with kaleidoscopic sights.
Welcome to the essence of ‘not as it seems',
The place known as ‘The Garden….
Come and have the time of your life
Indulge in a concoction of the strangest wild life.
Be thrilled, be scared, live on the edge of the knife,
Come on down to The Garden…of Unearthly Delights.
Hieronymus got it right,
Ever-changing black to white.
Come in darkness, come in light,
To the Garden, (to The Garden, to The Garden) of Unearthly delights.
Shed all your cares and fan the fire
Enjoy the elevation of the hidden desire
To get all you want, just crawl into the mire
There's nothing like the Garden…of Unearthly Delights.
Hieronymus got it right,
Ever-changing black to white.
Come in darkness, come in light,
To the Garden, (to ‘The Garden')
Hieronymus got it right,
Ever-changing black to white.
Come in darkness, come in light,
To the Garden, (to The Garden, to The Garden) of Unearthly delights.
PART ll - DRAGON'S LAIR
Sinking low, drowning fast,
It's getting deeper, the longer you last.
Can't touch ground, can't see the top,
Don't look up or down, you might not stop.
You try and try, but try as you might,
You just can't crawl out of the night.
Shivering cold, all but stripped bare,
You're making your way to the dragon's lair.
Slowly going underground,
Treading soft, careful, don't make a sound,
Your mind is racing at a million miles an hour.
You find the strength from deep within,
You know this time you have to win,
You hope it's not too late for you to rise again.
Careful now, you're almost there,
Just a little further…
Now it begins.
PART lll - UNDERGROUND
What do you do when you are like this?
Can you see at all?
When it gets you, it spits you right in the face!
And when all that you have is gone,
There's no one left but you and you alone.
Slowly going underground,
Treading soft, careful, don't make a sound,
Your mind is racing at a million miles an hour.
You find the strength from deep within,
You know this time you've got to win,
You hope it's not too late for you to rise again.
Slowly going underground,
Treading soft, careful, don't make a sound,
Your mind is racing at a million miles an hour.
You find the strength from deep within,
You know this time you've got to win,
You hope it's not too late for you to rise again.
PART lV - REALIZATION
Finally knowing where you're bound,
Restoring life to barren ground
Your heart is beating so much faster than before.
You found the strength from deep within,
You knew this time you had to win,
You know it's not too late for you to rise again.
PART V - THE WAY BACK HOME
Now you've been to ‘The Garden'
What delights did you think you'd find?
Did you feel good in ‘The Garden'?
Enclosing everything, inside your mind.
Always something tearing you apart. (In ‘The Garden'.)
Always something breaking your heart. (In ‘The Garden'.)
Now you're free from ‘The Garden'.
You turned your back on that way of life.
Found in a better world, reason takes you another way.
Bound for a better land, where the season renews you every day.
Free…, In charge of my soul again.
I can see…, what's outward and what is within.
All around, hear the sound of two hearts that beat as one,
I've finally found my way back home…, to the place where my heart belongs.
Never alone…, turn my face to the rising sun
Joyful tears, no more fears, and my mind is finally clear,
Ooh, it's good to be back home.
Het is ook de hoogste tijd om weer eens een fijne Britse band uit de jaren negentig in de lijst te laten verschijnen. Suede dus. Schitterend nummer van het album Dog Man Star.
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But you're outside where the companies dream and the money goes round
Lying in my bed.
Watching my mistakes,
I listen to the band they said that it could be the 2 of us
The snow might fall and write the lines on the silent page
But you're outside making permanent love to the nuclear age
Two silhouettes by the cash machine make a lovers dance
It's a tango for the lonely wives of the business class
Lying in my bed
Watching my mistakes
I listen to the band
Lying in my bed
With nothing much to say so I listen to the man
He said that it could be the 2 of us
I heard you call from across the city through the stereo sound
And so I crawled there sickeningly pretty as the money went round
Lying in my head watching my mistakes
I listen to the band
And the drums beat in my head
Pianos chime the sound in this prison of the house
And as the illness comes again can you hear me through the rain
As I listen to the band?
As I sing the silent song
Mime each lonely word
Please listen to the man he said that it could be the 2 of us
Alone but not lonely, you and me
Alone but loaded.........
De Dixie Chicks, bestaande uit de zusjes Martie & Emily Erwin en Natalie Maines, waren 1 van de grootste country acts in Amerika, toen zij zich in 2003 nogal stellig tegen president Bush en de Irakoorlog afzette.
Dit werd hen door veel fans en Countrystations niet in dank afgenomen. Boycots in de VS en persoonlijke aanvallen waren het gevolg.
3 jaar later, toen de gemoederen weer iets gezakt waren, kwamen ze met nieuw materiaal, waaronder dit nummer, waarin Natalie reageert op de gebeurtenissen.
Het nummer won 3 Grammy Awards.
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
What it is you think I should
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door newbiedoobiedoo op 06-05-2009 20:43:47 ]
Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to
That is all that I can do
You are a past dinner, the last winner, I'm raping all around me
Until the last drop is behind you
But you're so cute when you're frustrated, dear
Yeah, you're so cute when you're sedated, oh dear
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can...
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight.
You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into
That is all that you can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner, and everything we've come to makes you you
But you cannot safely say that while I will be away, you will not consider sadly
How you helped me to stray
And you will not reach me I am resenting a position that's past resentment and now
I can't consider, and now there is this distance, so...
1542: Eloy - Land of no body
we just leave the earth's ground
on the way to see the new star
we forget the past time
released from our imperfection
molecular illusion
going on to confuse our minds
born in a world of conflicts
we don't recognize ourselves
then in the dying swarm here
we saw the sight
we saw the birth of a planet
we saw a world without sorrows
without the eager, far as of mind as of money
we're walking through the land
and recognized we're back to the earth again
creatures come from nowhere
and find somewhere our place
we want freedom, we want freedom for the world
power to the people
and the righteous in the land
that's why we now in turn fight for them
we saw our world where love is around
we saw the people there living in the past
but they are happy and they're laughing
they feel like their minds now
where they built the sky above
there's a lot of happiness
walls of conflicts going smash
I found the end of the dream
it's near, crashing down my mind
there reality is grey
with no hope and faith
I start a journey to inside
waking my first term
I'm just returning to my dream
where I'm coming from
Party At Ground Zero
Party at ground zero
A "B" movie starring you
And the world will turn to flowing
Pink vapor stew
Johnny, go get your gun
For the commies are in our hemisphere today
Ivan, go fly your MIG
For the Yankee imperialists have come to play
Johnny goes to Sally`s house to kiss her goodbye
But Daddy says to spend the night
They make love `till the early morning light
For tomorrow Johnny goes to fight
Johnny, Ivan, Ian, everybody come along
For our nations need new heroes
Time to sing a new war song
Party at ground zero
A "B" movie starring you
And the world will turn to flowing
Pink vapor stew
Please do not fear `cause Fishbone is here to say (say what?)
Just have a good time the stop sign is far away
The toilet has flushed and green lights are a ghost
And drop drills will be extinct
Speedracer cloud has come
They know not what they`ve done
Sin has just won
The planet is a crumb
Party at ground zero
A "B" movie starring you
And the world will turn to flowing
Pink vapor stew
De muzikale kameleon maar weer eens noemen. Deze keer in de dansbare periode.
Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy
I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry
Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine
Who's mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms
I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry
Grappig hoeveel Prog er gepost na mijn ongebreidelde lofzang op deze muziektak. Daarom: met vermoedelijk nog een plaatje of zestig van Marillion voor de boeg nu eens iets anders uit de 80's. Van het Seventeen Seconds album.
It's not a case of doing what's right
It's just the way I feel that matters
Tell me I'm wrong
I don't really care
It's not a case of share and share alike
I take what I require
I don't understand ...
You say it's not fair
You expect me to act
Like a lover
Consider my moves
And deserve the reward
To hold you in my arms
And wait
And wait
And wait
For something to happen
It's not a case of telling the truth
Some lines just fit the situation
Call me a liar
You would anyway
It's not a case of aiming to please
You know you're always crying
It's just your part
In the play for today
quote:U vraagt, wij draaien...Op donderdag 7 mei 2009 17:17 schreef Drikske het volgende:
. Daarom: met vermoedelijk nog een plaatje of zestig van Marillion voor de boeg
1538: Marillion - Between you and me
Today! I saw music in the sky
I drove towards it in my car
And I turned left and I turned right
But I could never lose the light
That shines towards tomorrow night
Who can say what it means?
What goes on in between
And what gets in between
It's just somethin'
Between you and me
Between you and me
Between you and me
It's as sweet as can be.
Today! I saw music in the sky
It sang around me. I went blind.
Like a masterpiece in a disguise
Couldn't stop it pulling at my eyes
Who can say what it means
What goes on in between
And what gets in between
Ice and fire
Between you and me
Between you and me
Sweet as can be
Between you and me
Monday.. Tuesday.. Blow a fuse day
Fix it in the usual way
Meet me at the church and we'll get in a state
Stay up late and I'll wake up feeling like
A kid swingin' on heavens gate
With no God to complain
Or point the finger of blame
We'll get it all down on video 8
You comin' out to play?
Could be quite a day...
And I sang that pretty tune
An open airy song
And my heart looped the loop
Well I could do no wrong.
Who can say what it means?
What goes on in between
Who can say what you see
And what gets in between you and me
Between you and me
Sweet as can be
Between you and me.
En toen werd het weer tijd voor wat leuks.
In 1994 waren ze er ineens. 2 britse brutale meiden. Zongen over het geen zin in school hebben en feesten. Voor ze zelf bekend waren waren ze oprichters van de fanclub van East 17. In 1995 kwamen ze met de single Girl Power, een jaar voor de doorbraak van de Spice Girls.
Dit blijft een geweldig nr...
Je suis le dauphin de la place Dauphine
Et la place Blanche a mauvais' mine
Les camions sont pleins de lait
Les balayeurs sont pleins d'balais
Il est 5 heures, Paris s'éveille, Paris s'éveille
Les travestis vont se raser
Les strip-teaseuses sont rhabillées
Les traversins sont écrasés
Les amoureux sont fatigués
Le café est dans les tasses
Les cafés nettoient leurs glaces
Et sur le boulevard Montparnasse
La gare n'est plus qu'une carcasse
Les banlieusards sont dans les gares
À la Villette on tranche le lard
Paris by night regagne les cars
Les boulangers font des bâtards
La Tour Eiffel a froid aux pieds
L'Arc de Triomphe est ranimé
Et l'Obélisque est bien dressé
Entre la nuit et la journée
Les journaux sont imprimés
Les ouvriers sont déprimés
Les gens se lèvent ils sont brimés
C'est l'heure où je vais me coucher
Il est 5 heures Paris se lève
Il est 5 heures je n'ai pas sommeil
1535: Höllenboer - Het busje komt zo
edit: te laat, nummer aangepast
That summer feeling (3X)
When there's things to do not because you gotta
When you run for love not because you oughta
When you trust your friends with no reason notta
The joy I've named shall not be tamed
And that summer feeling is gonna haunt you one day in your life
When the cool of the pond makes you drop down on it
When the smell of the lawn makes you flop down on it
When the teenage car gets the cop down on it
That time is here for one more year
And that summer feeling is gonna haunt you one day in your life
If you've forgotten what I'm naming
You're gonna long to reclaim it one day
Because that summer feeling is gonna haunt you one day in your life
And if you wait until your older
A sad resentment will smolder one day
And then that summer feeling is gonna haunt you
And that summer feeling's gonna taunt you
And then that summer feeling is gonna hurt you one day in your life
When even fourth grade starts looking good
Which you hated
And first grade's looking good too
Overrated
And you boys long for some little girl that you dated
Do you long for her or for the way you were?
That summer feeling is gonna haunt you the rest of your life
When the Oldsmobile has got the top down on it
When the catamaran has got the drop down on it
When the flat of the land has got the crop down on it
Some things look good before and some things never were
But that summer feeling is gonna haunt you one day in your life
Well when your friends are in town and they got time for you
When you and them are hanging around and they don't ignore you
When you say what you will
And they still adore you
If thats not appealing, its that summer feeling
That summer feeling is gonna haunt you one day in your life
Its gonna haunt you
Its gonna taunt you
You're gonna want this feeling inside one more time
Its gonna haunt you
Its gonna taunt you
You're gonna want this feeling inside one more time
When you're hangin around the park with the water fountain
And there's the little girl with the dirty ankles
But she's on the swings where all the dust is kickin up
And you remember the ankle locket
And the way she flirted with you
For all this time how come?
Well that summer feeling is gonna haunt you one day in your life
You'll throw away everything for it (2X)
When the playground that just was all dirt comes hauntin
And that little girl that called you a flirt
Memory comes tauntin
You pick these things apart they're not that appealin
You put them together and you'll get a certain feeling
That summer feeling is gonna haunt you one day in your life
Lyrics:
SPOILERA million miles from home
I could shoot myself today
Set my soul free to roam
Upon this beach I lie today
Speeking to the sea
Dancing with the waves
Slipping throught your net
And there's nothing you can say
A million miles I know
Yesterdays frowns were just a phase
When my sadness starts to show
Yesterdays nouns are verbs today
Kissing with the moon
Dancing with the sun
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/2ajq ]
Blessed is the one
Who knows where we'r all from
A million miles, a million
miles, a million miles
A million miles from home, from home
A million miles to go
In the trees I hear the breeze
And when my madness starts to show
Try the truth you will succeed
If you're fishing out for me
We'll see what's cool today
Cuz if you're afro's obsolete
Then your skin is turning grey
A million miles from home
A million miles, yeah
I hope you find your way, or
the way will find you
Hope you find your way, your way.
Geen topkwaliteit, maar toch.. Het geeft een impressie...
't Waas zomer, 't waas druk
Ik keek nar ow per ongeluk
En geej keek nar meej
Geej leept weg um weg te goan
Um te zeen of ik bleef stoan
't Raakte meej aan
En owwen bloeten erm
Veulde zo werm zo dichtbeej
Enne sleutel en 'n gang
Dik tapijt en slecht behang
En 'n groet schilderjij
In ennen vals verlichte stad
Ik heb 't in mien hand gehad
't Raakte meej aan
En owwen bloeten erm
Veulde zo werm zo dichtbeej
Refrein:
En nou wiet ik waal
Lat alles nou mar blieve
Zoe-als 't oeit waas
't Giet allemoal vurbeej
Een bekend verhaal
't Kumt noeit mier terug net als toen
Wat waren we dichtbeej
't Waas zomer, 't waas druk
Overal hing 't geluk
't Lachte nar meej
'n Oavend gans in 't begin
Vul verlangen um meej hin
En 't raakte meej aan
En owwen bloeten erm
Veulde zo werm zo dichtbeej
Dan maar weer een nummertje van Liz Phair en wel een song waarin ze aankondigt hoe ze een heftig nummertje wil maken. Was shocking destijds en kreeg veel bijval van mannen - die dit uiteraard wel tof vonden van Liz - én vrouwen - die haar roemden om haar lef en openheid - .
Every time I see your face
I get all wet between my legs
Every time you pass me by
I heave a sigh of pain
Every time I see your face
I think of things unpure unchaste
I want to fuck you like a dog
Ill take you home and make you like it
Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of is
Everything Ill do to you Ill fuck you and your minions too
Your face reminds me of a flower
Kind of like youre underwater
Hairs too long and in your eyes
Your lips- a perfect suck me size
You act like youre fourteen years old
Everything you say is so
Obnoxious, funny, rude and mean
I want to be your blowjob queen
Youre probably shy and introspective
Thats not part of my objective
I just want your fresh young jimmy
Jamming slamming ramming in me
Every time I see your face
I think of things unpure unchaste
I want to fuck you like a dog Ill take you home and make you like it
Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of is
Everything Ill do to you
Ill fuck you til your dick is blue
1530: Queen - Save me
It started off so well
They said we made a perfect pair
I clothed myself in your glory and your love
How I loved you
How I cried...
The years of care and loyalty
Were nothing but a sham it seems
The years belie we lived a lie
I love you till I die
Save me save me save me
I can't face this life alone
Save me save me save me...
Im naked and Im far from home
The slate will soon be clean
Ill erase the memories
To start again with somebody new
Was it all wasted
All that love? ...
I hang my head and I advertise
A soul for sale or rent
I have no heart Im cold inside
I have no real intent
Save me save me save me
I can't face this life alone
Save me save me save me...
Im naked and Im far from home
Each night I cry I still believe the lie
I love you till I die
Save me save me save me
Don't let me face my life alone
Save me save me ooh...
Im naked and Im far from home
Een van de artiesten die op mijn begrafenis zou mogen klinken. Voor Elliott-begrippen tamelijk rijk georkestreerd. Zoals Letterman al aankondigt van het Figure 8-album.
Got a foot in the door
God knows what for
And he'll cut me down to size
Stupidity tries
Everything here is free
Everything but you and me
This painting never dries
Stupidity tries
Savannah shoulder raised a cheer
Coloring the sky with ash
Because they found some privateer
To sail across the sea of trash
The enemy is within
Don't confuse me with him
The truth is otherwise
Stupidity tries
And so I go from floor to floor
Looking for a port of call
Another drunk conquistador
Conquering the governor's ball
Couldn't think of a thing
That I hope tomorrow brings
Oh what a surprise
Stupidity tries
Een vrolijk liedje over muziek en over vooroordelen.
quote:They said “you’re not normal,
why don’t you sing R&B?”
I say “I’ve got no rhythm and I got no blues,
I’m as happy as can be”
They said “how can you not
Bop to hip hop?”
I said “I most certainly do,
Did you not see me dancing the other night
Like the girls on Channel U?”
Yeah
I can wind down low
Be like the girls in the videos
But for me that’s much too slow
Because I prefer rock and roll
I say, yeah
I can wind down low
Dance like the girls in the videos
But for me that’s a no-no
‘Cause I prefer rock and roll
They say “why d’ya wear a shirt and tie?
Now that’s a bit bizarre”
I said I like to look good when I go on stage
Strumming my guitar
I like to sing my songs about real life things
Like good times and romance
And I prefer to do it in my skinny jeans
Than miniscule hot pants
(’cause this baby got no back)
Why can’t people just let me be?
I’m only putting out what comes best to me
Some people get their kicks from other things
But I get mine from wood and strings
quote:'k trap de fietse deur 't buulzand hen
op 'n zandpad tussen Slien en Erm
en as ik dalijk eben in Diphoorn ben
dan fiets ik deur
langs Ermerzand goa'k op Veenoord an
Neij Amsterdam en dan langs 't Dommerskanaal
en as ik dan de kassen zie dan fiets ik deur
want ik wul aal wieder ik wul alles zien
de leste mooie dag van 't joar misschien
alhoewel 't met de winterdag ok donders mooi kan wezen
ik wul aal wieder deur noar Weiteveen
want achter op 't veld daor ma 'k graag wezen
a'k hier zo fietse en 't weijt nie slim
dan giet 't haost vanzölf
wie döt mij wat, wie döt mij wat
wie döt mij wat vandage 'k
heb de banden vol met wind
nee ik heb ja niks te klagen
wie döt mij wat, wie döt mij wat
wie döt mij wat vandage
'k zol haost zeggen, jao het mag wel zo
trap de fietse deur 't buulzand hen
op 'n zandpad langs de Duutse grens
ik denk da'k dalijk even kieken gao in't buutenland
de gruppe over, op naor Schöningsdorf
ik stao eben te kieken bij'n iemenkörf
en ik stao hier even te denken wat za'k nou doen
links of recht deur
want ik wul aal wieder nog naor Hebelmeer
'n kaorte he'k nie neudig want ik ken 't hier
want a'k daor dalijk over 'n slootie gao
dan ben'k weer terug in Nederland
ik wul aal weer wieder nog naor Barger-Compas
naor Klazienaveen-Noord en 't Oostersebos
a'k hier zo fietse en 't weijt nie slim
dan giet 't haost vanzölf
'k gao nou over Barger-Oosterveld
over 't schoelpattie kort daor bij de Honeywell
en dan recht deur tot de brugge van Oranjedorp
'n stukkie Bladderswieke en dan de Herendiek
en a'k pastoorse bos en de toren zie
dan fiets ik deur want 't weijt nie slim
't giet vandaag vanzölf
1526:The Pogues - Lorca's Novena
Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
The women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
Bjork
Riding on my bicycle
I saw a motorcrash
A proper motorcrash
Lots of spectators
I rushed to the center
Saw the injured parents
Cuts on the children
An awful motorcrash
So dangerous motorcrash
So terribly bloody
Motorcrash
Destructive motorcrash
I took the mother
Sneaked with her secretly
All the way to my home
And nursed her gently
I put on her bandages, gave her
Milk and biscuits
She sighed pleasantly after this
Awful motorcrash
So dangerous, dangerous
Motorcrash
Motrocrash
Destructive motorcrash
Einar
That girl on that bicycle
Showed great interest
In all the motorcrashes in the neighbourhood
She look quite innocent
Bjork
Then we disguised ourselves
Took a taxi to her home
When her husband answered the door
She introduced herself
He said 'Where have you been all this time?'
Einar
Believe you-me
I know what inoccent looks like
She showed great interest
After she got that bicycle
In afwachting van nieuw werk hier maar een fraaie song van het beste album van de band rond Jeff Tweedy, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
![Yankee Hotel Foxtrot [Pt. 5]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/0GanNE5LWF4/2.jpg)
It's my father's voice dreaming of
Sailors sailing off in the morning
for the air-conditioned rooms
at the top of the stairs
His jaw's been broken
his bandage is wrapped too tight
his fangs have been pulled
and i really want to see you tonight
There's Bourbon on the breath
of the singer you love so much
He takes all his words from the books
that you don't read anyway
His jaw's been broken
his bandage is wrapped too tight
My fangs have been pulled
and I really want to see you tonight
Someone ties a bow
in my backyard to show me love
My voice is climbing walls
smoking and i want love
My jaw's been broken
My heart is wrapped in ice
My fangs have been pulled
and i really want to see you tonight
And it makes no difference to me
how they cried all over overseas
It's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
They cried all over overseas
It makes no difference to me
It's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
Tegenwoordig zou er rechtzaak op rechtzaak volgen, maar in de jaren '60 kon Eric Burdon na zijn vertrek bij The Animals zijn nieuwe begeleidingsband doodleuk The Animals noemen. Deze hit is favoriet.
The rooms were so much colder then.
My father was a soldier then.
And times were very hard.
When I was young.
When I was young.
I smoked my first cigarette at ten.
And for girls, I hall.
When I was young.
When I was young it was more important.
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah.
When I was young.
When I was young.
I met my first love at thirteen.
She was brown, and I was pretty green.
And I learned quite a lot.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young it was more important.
Pain more painful, laughter much louder, yeah.
When I was young.
When I was young.
My faith was so much stronger then.
I believed in fellow men.
And I was so much older then.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young.
My old heart it's been 13 hours
Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew
Love it oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up to much to call home sometimes
Well I dance the two step look at you swing
Not sure what I mean don't know what I sing
I just dance on the harpsichord string
Move it down when your coming up
Lose it down when your tip toe dancing
Enhancing all the pressure prancing
All around this place every night and
Day when we were in the rat race
Shouting back to the oldest people
Chat at the tenor in the cold top steeples
Like no screaming
My dear they will dry off ya cheeks
And never been down the factor to much of
That can bring you right down to tragedy more oh me
Losing myself in this race
You see me see me see me see me seeing me
See me see me me me
What's in my liberty
In a hectic test a no one protestin you when imp so damn scared
Live for the life and the love I need an the lead in the life cos I never
Play fair
My old heart it's been 13 hours
Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew
I got my own way home I got my own keys
So why you looking at me like your a lady
I got my own kinda groovy
Smoking too much and drinkin
You bring yourself down in pain
Bdbbyebdbdyebdbyebdye
For the love of the living and the live cut free
She all on the floor while I drink whiskey
And look to the corner think about me all about me
Never go self cos your walk with a pelvis white boy Elvis dance around
This floor much quicker than you
Look at this look at the boys dancin think there impressin but they ain't
Do shit I'm on groove from the grooving loosing as I use ya as
I go moving crying the tears not for myself and not for you honey have no
Fear
And now I break to the floor when the old piano comes crashing
Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm gonna do but I aint here for more
Take my last match with desperate passions and a few up facts
My old heart it's been 13 hours
Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew
My old heart it's been 13 hours
Too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew
Love it oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up to much to call home
Sometimes
Maar weer eens tijd voor de grote helden. Een nummer van het album Help!, een ogenschijnlijk simpel, maar oh zo pakkend liefdesliedje.
I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just met
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware
But as it is I'll dream of her
Tonight, da-da-da-da-da-da
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again
I have never known
The like of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things
And kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite
Like this, da-da-da-da-da-da
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again
I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just met
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-da-da-da
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Oh, falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Een beetje laag in de lijst
maar misschien denkt iemand er dan nog aan om deze in z'n Anderstalige lijst op te nemen. Er is een connectie met DAF, ondanks de Franse bandnaam is het een Duitse band en zingen ze in het Spaans. Electro op z'n effectiefstniet dat dat een woord is. En natuurlijk wel in de enige er toe doende versie, de orginele 12" uit 1981.
De ultieme rip-off van Cave's Where The Wild Roses Grow.
Who built the road
That left in my self esteem
Twisted and crunched
Black metal and bones
Who passed the buck
Who pressed flesh to yours
Spilling like wine
And sweeter than tears
(Oh, I'll do more than survive
With trembling visions that
Terrify)
So who built the road
Who turned it all around
Picked through the wreck
Scrambled in the dust
So who built the road
Who was the foolish one
Stepped out of time
Two hearts in the fire
Who lit the touch
Who fanned the flame
With sparks in the dust
Spent rivers of desire
(Oh, why don't we learn from mistakes
We stumble along with so many more to make)
So who built the road
Who could foresee
The answers we sought
Were many miles to go
Lah lah...
We were so lonely at times
Fading away
Sitting side by side
Now we built the road
We were the chain gang
We crossed that at war
The devil at my side
Dark angel within
The ever lasting fire
Cover van Bob Dylan, OK, maar verdomd, wat klinkt dit lekker
1517 The Smithereens cigarette
Smoked my last cigarette, sat in bed for a while.
Thought of your face, and that brought me a smile.
Wanted another one. Fell back asleep, instead.
Woke and found you sitting there on the bed.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Burning up time.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Watch the smoke climb.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Wasting away.
Just like this cigarette, our time is running down.
Only one hour til you're leaving this town.
Went to the corner store, bought us another pack.
Held my arm around you as we headed back.
I tried to change your mind. Didn't want you to go.
I want you more, it seems, than you could ever know.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Burning up time.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Watch the smoke climb.
Cigarette, cigarette,
Wasting away.
Just like this cigarette, our time is running down.
Only one hour til you're leaving this town.
Smoked my last cigarette, sat in bed for a while.
Thought of your face, and that brought me a smile.
Ik zal ook es een duit in het prog-zakje doen
Van het geniale album Argus.
quote:Cool, 1 van de nummers die ik vaak op gitaar heb gespeeld.Op dinsdag 12 mei 2009 20:15 schreef Bookie65 het volgende:
Toepasselijk vandaag
1517 The Smithereens cigarette
Valt me wel op dat Pat DiNizio de laatste tijd dezelfde stylist heeft als Ome Willem.Van een van de weinige gitaristen die zich op sommige briljante momenten kon meten met Jimi Hendrix, en hem op een solo die we hoogstwaarschijnlijk hoger in het lijstje zullen tegenkomen, mijns inziens zelfs verpulverde.
Nu we het toch over gitaarhelden hebben, hier een anderssoortige gitaarheld, ooit door Neil Young aangeduid als de "Jimi Hendrix van de akoestische gitaar". Met een cover van de titelsong van één van mijn favoriete albums allertijden
Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain.
Wherever I have been,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone,
The blues are just the same.
Send out for whisky, baby,
Send out for gin.
Me and room service, honey,
Me and room service, child,
Me and room service,
We're living a life of sin.
When I'm not drinking, baby,
You're on my mind.
When I'm not sleeping, honey,
When I'm not sleeping, child,
When I'm not sleeping,
Then you know you'll find me crying.
Living is a gamble, baby,
Loving's much the same.
Wherever I have played,
Wherever I've thrown them dice,
Wherever I have played,
The blues have run the game.
Try another city, baby,
Another town.
Wherever I have been,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone,
The blues just follow on down.
Maybe tomorrow, baby,
Some place down the line,
I'll wake up older, honey,
So much older, child,
I'll wake up older,
And you know I'll stop all my trying.
Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain.
Wherever I have been,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone,
The blues are just the same.
Said I love you
Said I like you
And I want you to see when the sun goes up
So I wrote you
And I told you
I want you to see when the sun goes up
But the streets are still white
Been this white for so long Yes I know
but pretty soon it will happen,
the sun will go murder the snow
So now I tell you
Before it happens
I want you to know that I'm here for you
So take my advice
Before it happens
I'm the one that you want and you want me now
So cut that crap, stop that shit don't be dumb I will love you forever
I'm the stalker, the funeral face that will follow you ever and ever you go
I'm the one that you want and you want me now
But the sheets are still dull, been this way for so long, yes I know
But pretty soon it will happen
the sun will go murder the snow
Now I tell you
Before it happens
I'm the one that you want and you want me now.
Been turned around till I'm upside down
Been all at sea until I've drowned
And I've felt torture, I've felt pain
Just like that film with Michael Caine
I've been abused and I've been confused
And I've kissed Margaret Thatcher's shoes
And I been high and I been low
And I don't know where to go
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
And heroin was the love you gave
From the cradle to the grave
Boys and girls don't understand
The devil makes work for idle hands
I cut myself but I don't bleed
'Cause I don't get what I need
Doesn't matter what I say
Tomorrow's still another day
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
Yeah I been high and I been low
And I don't know where to go
I'm living on the never never never
This time it's gonna be forever
I'll live and die don't ask me why
I wanna go to paradise
And I don't need your sympathy
There's nothing in this world for me
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
Na 39 songfestival liedjes in 3 dagen tijd van erg wisselende kwaliteit wordt het tijd voor een kwaliteitsliedje. En wie kun je daar beter voor vragen dan Talking Heads. Uit 1986, een onderschat nummer. Zelfs toen al gezien de -slechts- 24e plaats in de Top 40.
Een uitleg over het begrip 'synchroniciteit'. Geeft deel I de theorie, deel II (dat ook als single uitkwam, maar helaas een beetje de vergetelheid ingeraakt is omdat de eerste single van het Synchronicity-album, Every breath you take, zo een enorme klapper was) geeft een praktijk-voorbeeld
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like
cheap tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away
Something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away
There's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away, many miles away
Een schitterende compositie van zijn album Want Two
There I was in uniform
Looking at the art teacher
I was just a girl then;
Never have I loved since then
He was not that much older than I was
He had taken our class to the Metropolitan Museum
He asked us what our favorite work of art was,
But never could I tell it was him
Oh, I wish I could tell him --
Oh, I wish I could have told him
I looked at the Rubens and Rembrandts
I liked the John Singer Sargents
He told me he liked Turner
Never have I turned since then
No, never have I turned to any other man
All this having been said,
I married an executive company head
All this having been done, a Turner - I own one
Here I am in this uniformish, pant-suit sort of thing,
Thinking of the art teacher
I was just a girl then;
Never have I loved since then
No, never have I loved any other man
They cried the tears, they shed their fears,
Up and down the land,
They stole guitars or used guitars
So the tape would understand
Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales
Just as if, as if there was, a Hitsville in U.K.
I know the boy was all alone, til the Hitsville hit U.K.
Remember
They say true talent will allways emerge in time,
When lightening hits small wonder
Its fast rough factory trade
No expense accounts, or lunch discounts
Or hypeing up the charts,
The band went in, 'n' knocked 'em dead, in 2 min. 59
I know the boy was all alone, till the Hitsville hit U.K.
So hit it
No slimy deals, with smarmy eels in Hitsville U.K.
Lets shake and say, we'll operate in Hitsville U.K.
I know the girl felt all alone, till the Hitsville hit U.K.
The mutants, creeps, and musclemen,
Are shaking like a leaf,
It blows a hole in the radio,
When it hasn't sounded good all week,
A mike 'n' boom, in your living room, in Hitsville U.K.
No consumer trials, nor A.O.R., in Hitsville U.K.,
I know the boy felt all alone,
Till the Hitsville hit U.K.
Now the boys and girls are not alone,
Now that Hitsville's hit U.K.
I know the boys and girls are not alone,
Now that Hitsville's hit U.K.
I know the boys and girls are not alone,
Now that Hitsville's hit U.K.
I know the boys and girls are not alone,
Now that Hitsville's hit U.K.
Recent ontdekte band van mij, prachtige rustige prog
Aangezien ik er geen video van kan vinden heb ik et ff geupload
http://www.musicuploader.(...)8484441242432383.mp3
While in the streets of all our fears
They reign supreme as orders go
They are the last to have their say
And last to know it doesn't matter how you try
It doesn't matter what you say
They always watch with hollow eyes
To put you down they always find a way to criticise
Chorus I:
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The vultures fly high
I'll take your hand if you fall
All those who sheltered in their smile
Are scattered here from yesterday
And if the weak are left behind
They have to pay and though you haven't much to give
You know they take it, yours and mine
Sometimes it looks as though we lose
But then in time the finger points at them
The next in line
Repeat Chorus I
[Instrumental break]
Chorus II:
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The lonely sigh
I'll take your hand if you fall
Repeat Chorus II twice
Christelijk bandje, daarom niet erg bekend bij het grote publiek. Maken erg lekkere muziek
Looks like tonight, the sky is heavy
Feels like the winds are gonna change
Beneath my feet, the earth is ready
I know its time for heaven's rain
It's gonna rain
Cos it's living water we desire
To flood our hearts with holy fire
Rain down all around the world we're singing
Rain down can you here the earth is singing
Rain down my heart is dry but still I'm singing
Rain down rain it down on me.
Back to the start, my heart is heavy
Feels like it's time, to dream again
I see the clouds, and yes I'm ready
To dance upon this barren land
Hope in my hands
Do not shut, Do not shut, Do not shut the heavens
But open up, open up, open up our hearts
Give me strength to cross this water
Keep my heart upon your altar
Give me strength to cross this water
Keep my feet don’t let me falter
Vandaag songfestival dag. En wat een toeval, ook in de lijst komen we vandaag een songfestival winnaar tegen. Uit Noorwegen, in 1985 de eerste Noorse winnaars... Bobbysocks. 2 vrolijke dames die ook nog de 13e plaats in de Top 40 wisten te bereiken.
Van het twee album 'Room on fire' uit 2003.
He seemed impressed by the way you came in.
"Tell us a story
I know you're not boring"
I was afraid that you would not insist.
"You sound so sleepy
just take this, now leave me"
I said please don't slow me down
If I'm going too fast
You're in a strange part of our town...
Yeah, the night's not over
You're not trying hard enough,
Our lives are changing lanes
You ran me off the road,
The wait is over
I'm now taking over,
You're no longer laughing
I'm not drowning fast enough.
Now every time that I look at myself
"I thought I told you
this world is not for you"
The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair
"you sound so angry
just calm down, you found me"
I said please don't slow me down
If I'm going too fast
You're in a strange part of our town...
Yeah, the night's not over
You're not trying hard enough,
Our lives are changing lanes
You ran me off the road,
The wait is over
I'm now taking over,
You're no longer laughing
I'm not drowning fast enough.
Ben geen superfan van Prince, verre van. Maar dit vind ik altijd een erg goed nummer en dus moet het gewoon in de lijst!
One more card and it's 22
Unlucky for him again
He never had respect for money it's true
That's why he never wins
That's why he never ever has enough
To treat his lady right
He just pushes her away in a huff
And says 'Money don't matter tonight'
Money don't matter tonight
It sure didn't matter yesterday
Just when you think you've got more than enough
That's when it all up and flies away
That's when you find out that you're better off
Makin' sure your soul's alright
Cuz money didn't matter yesterday,
And it sure don't matter tonight
Look, here's a cool investment
They're tellin' him he just can't lose
So he goes off and tries to find a partner
But all he finds are users (users)
All he finds are snakes in every color
Every nationality and size
Seems like the only thing he can do
Is just roll his eyes, and say that...
Money don't matter tonight (don't matter)
It sure didn't matter yesterday
Just when you think you've got more than enough
That's when it all up and flies away
That's when you find out that you're better off
Makin' sure your soul's alright (soul's alright)
Cuz money didn't matter yesterday, (don't matter)
And it sure don't matter tonight
(Ooh-wee-ooh, don't matter)
(It don't matter tonight, no)
Hey now, maybe we can find a good reason
To send a child off to war
So what if we're controllin' all the oil,
Is it worth a child dying for? (Is it worth it?)
If long life is what we all live for
Then long life will come to pass
Anything is better than the picture of the child
In a cloud of gas
And you think you got it bad
Money don't matter tonight (no, don't matter)
It sure didn't matter yesterday (yesterday)
Just when you think you've got more than enough
That's when it all up and flies away (flies away, flies away)
That's when you find out that you're better off
Makin' sure your soul's alright (make certain that your soul's alright)
Cuz money didn't matter yesterday,
... it sure don't matter tonight
Money don't matter tonight
It sure didn't matter yesterday (yesterday, yesterday)
Just when you think you've got more than enough
That's when it all up and flies away (flies away, flies away)
That's when you find out that you're better off
Makin' sure your soul's alright
Money didn't matter yesterday,
And it sure don't matter to night
Nou vooruit, nog even een Eurovisieplaatje dan...
Deze pionier voor de alternative country / Americana mag uiteraard niet ontbreken. Nummer van het album GP, samen met Grievous Angel toch wel het meesterwerk van de te vroeg overleden artiest.
Time can pass and time can heal
But it don't ever pass the way I feel
You went away a long time ago
And why you left I never knew
The lonely days and lonely nights
Guess the world knows I ain't feelin' right
And when you're gone the hours pass so slow
And now I'm still feeling blue
And baby
Since you've walked out of my life
I never felt so low
Can't help but wonder why you had to go
There are many girls but I can't say
They come and go but still I feel this way
And ever since the day you said goodbye
No one treats me like you used to do
I hope you're out and happy now
Doing up the town cause you know how
Every time I hear your name I want to die
And now I'm still feeling blue
All right
And baby
Since you've walked out of my life
I never felt so low
Can't help but wonder why you had to go
I hope you're out and happy now
Doing up the town cause you know how
Every time I hear your name I want to die
And now I'm still feeling blue
And now I'm still feeling blue
Feeling the sway of the bridge beneath me
I watch the windsock strain
Stepping with care as thought there's nothing beneath me,
'Cos I'm alone again
Feeling the strain of the lateral movement
My escape is clear;
Follow the road in one of two directions
Can I control the fear?
And I can feel it pulling, the paranoia's rife!
There's nothing like a crisis in mid-life!
Feeling the weight of my divided passions
Coming and going like rain
Taking my chances in my predictable fashions
As all my plans go down the drain
And I can feel it pulling, the paranoia's rife!
Look in both directions, I'm balanced on the knife
There's nothing like a crisis in mid-life!
When we were all young we had songs for our problems
We had the money to pay
Kids like ourselves to write anthems for our teen years
Blow our problems away
But now we're in the middle
Our heroes bought houseboats with their wives
There's no-one left to sing along with
As we make the crossing of our middle lives
There's nothing like a crisis in a mid-life
And when the sun, it turns to snow
And the grass doesn’t grow
Don’t laugh, I love you
I could look outside my window every day
But you wouldn’t be there to there come and play
Don’t laugh, I love you
Ernest hemingway (ernest hemingway)
Would always be there for me (would always be there for me)
But now (ernest hemingway) ernest hemingway is dead (is dead now)
If I could get you back someday
Don’t you say you’re going away
Don’t laugh, I love you
And if you locked me in the sun
To the tinkle I would run
Don’t laugh, I love you
Nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu
Nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
Don’t laugh, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
(oooh...ohhheee..watch it...giveittome..blahblahblah...
Watchit...ooheee...giveittome, etc.)
Vanwege dat X-Factor-meisje is het nummer van Cohen ineens weer zeer populair. Zelfs de versie van wijlen Jeff Buckley komt weer in de hitparade. Mooi moment om deze fraaie versie, tijdens het Came So Far For Beauty-concert ter ere van Cohen, van de familie Wainwright en vriendin Wasser maar eens te plaatsen in de lijst.
Well I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and he pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well, it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Well your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, you know,
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold, it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
I remember when I moved in you
And the Holy Dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Maybe there is a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Een van de favoriete bands van John Peel zijn we nog niet tegengekomen. Hoog tijd voor New Order dus, met deze single uit 1985.
I stood there beside myself,
Thinking hard about the weather
Then came by a friend of mine
Suggested we go out together
Then I knew it from the start:
This friend of mine would fall apart
Pretending not to see his gun,
I said lets go out and have some fun
I know, you know, you believe in a land of love
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love
I have always thought about
Staying here and going out
Tonight I should have stayed at home,
Playing with my pleasure zone
He has always been so strange,
Id often thought he was deranged
Pretending not to see his gun,
I said lets go out and have some fun
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love
I know, you know, we believe in a land of love
When you are alone at night
You search yourself for all the things
That you believe are right
If you give it all away
You throw away your only chance to be here today
Then a fight breaks out on your street
You lose another broken heart in a land of meat
My friend, he took his final breath
Now I know the perfect kiss is the kiss of death
I seen a girl on a one way corridor
stealing down a wrong way street
for all the world like an urban toreador
she had wheels on on her feet
well the cars do the usual dances
same old cruise and the kerbside crawl
but the rollergirl she's taking chances
they just love to see her take them all
no fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd
in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud
hallelujah here she comes queen rollerball
enchante what can I say don't care at all
you know she used to have to wait around
she used to be the lonely one
but now that she can skate around town
she's the only one
no fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd
in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud
she gets rock n roll a rock n roll station
and a rock n roll dream
she's making movies on location
she don't know what it means
but the music make her wanna be the story
and the story was whatever was the song what it was
rollergirl don't worry
d.j. play the movies all night long
she tortures taxi drivers just for fun
she like to read their lips
says toro toro taxi see ya tomorrow my son
I swear she let a big truck grease her hip
she got her own world in the city
you can't intrude on her
she got her own world in the city
cos the city's benn so rude to her
no fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd
in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud
she gets rock n roll a rock n roll station
and a rock n roll dream
she's making movies on location
she don't know what it means
but the music make her wanna be the story
and the story was whatever was the song what it was
rollergirl don't worry
d.j. play the movies all night long
come slippin and slidin
life's roller ball
slippin and a slidin
skateaway that's all
shala shalay hey hey skateaway
she's going sining shala shalay hey hey
skateaway
Een absolute evergreen, oorspronkelijk uit 1918 en eerder op de plaat gezet door Jean-Louis Pisuisse. De versie van Wende Snijders is zeer aanvaardbaar, maar Ramses verdient in deze tijd wel een extra steuntje. Hoe een lied van bijna honderd jaar oud nog immer actueel kan zijn...
Je leeft maar heel kort, maar een enkele keer
En als je straks anders wilt, kun je niet meer
Mens, durf te leven
Vraag niet elke dag van je korte bestaan:
Hoe hebben m'n pa en m'n grootpa gedaan?
Hoe doet er m'n neef en hoe doet er m'n vrind?
En wie weet, hoe of dat nou m'n buurman weer vindt?
En - wat heeft 'Het Fatsoen' voorgeschreven?
Mens, durf te leven!
De mensen bepalen de kleur van je das
De vorm van je hoed, en de snit van je jas
En - van je leven
Ze wijzen de paadjes, waarlangs je mag gaan
En roepen 'o foei!' als je even blijft staan
Ze kiezen je toekomst en kiezen je werk
Ze zoeken een kroeg voor je uit en een kerk
En wat je aan de armen moet geven
Mens, is dat leven?
De mensen - ze schrijven je leefregels voor
Ze geven je raad en ze roepen in koor:
Zó moet je leven!
Met die mag je omgaan, maar die is te min
Met die moet je trouwen - al heb je geen zin
En daar moet je wonen, dat eist je fatsoen
En je wordt genegeerd als je 't anders zou doen
Alsof je iets ergs had misdreven
Mens, is dat leven?
Het leven is heerlijk, het leven is mooi
Maar - vlieg uit in de lucht en kruip niet in een kooi
Mens, durf te leven
Je kop in de hoogte, je neus in de wind
En lap aan je laars hoe een ander het vindt
Hou een hart vol van warmte en van liefde in je borst
Maar wees op je vierkante meter een Vorst!
Wat je zoekt, kan geen ander je geven
Mens, durf te leven!
There was you, there was me
Everything was cool far as I could see
Thought our love was strong
But something deep inside tells me that I was wrong
Could it be a memory from your past
Could it be these things weren´t meant to last
If there´s somewhere else you´d rather be
Why don´t you cut these ties and set me free
Told you once - told you twice
You should never play with love and that´s good advice
Wanna know how you feel
Getta tell me something baby - what´s the deal
Oh no! Don´t break my heart
Oh no! Finish what you start
Oh no! Don´t break my heart
Oh no! Finish what you start
Left me once - took you back
Said I´d give you one more chance and that´s a fact
Wanna know what to do
Really need to find out ´cause I´m feeling blue
Could it be the end of our romance
Could it be this love is left to chance
Maybe you don´t feel the same inside
Go on walk out the door and leave my pride
Just can´t stop thinking ´bout things I used to need that I can do without
Feel confused - by myself
Is it really over is our love back on the shelf
In navolging van Shaffy dan nog maar een fraai Nederlandstalig nummer, ook aardig gecoverd door Acda en de Munnik.
Verdomme Kees, alweer een jaar vandaag
Dat jij begraven bent
Gek toch hoe vlug dat went
Want God je weet, ik mocht je erg graag
Ik wist wat ik aan je had
Nou ja, hoe noem je dat
Behalve dus dat ik je een beetje mis
Nou ja, op mijn manier
Is alles eender hier
Denk niet, Kees, dat er veel veranderd is
Hoogstens een kleinigheid
In nauwelijks 1 jaar tijd
Er is nog altijd Ster-reclame
En bij de politieke namen
Is er 1 nieuwe : Drees
En er zijn intercity-treinen
En jij hebt andere gordijnen
Gekregen, naar ik vrees, Kees
Verdomme Kees, een jaar is toch wel lang
Als je elkaar niet ziet
Ik weet het eigenlijk niet
't Gaat allemaal toch doodgewoon zijn gang
En het draait, bedenk ik nou
Hier ook wel zonder jou
Carmiggelt schrijft nog steeds in het Parool
En de Apollo's gaan
Nog altijd naar de maan
Nou ja, je dochtertje gaat nu naar school
En volgend jaar je zoon
Maar ach, da's heel gewoon
En toch als ik mij zo hoor praten
Vallen er opeens hiaten tussen mijn
cliche's
Want dat jouw rozen niet meer bloeien
Omdat ze niet voldoende sproeien
Dat zegt iets, naar ik vrees, Kees
Verdomme Kees, ik weet het nou niet meer
'k Denk steeds aan wat je zei
't Gaat allemaal voorbij
En dat de tijd van leven telkens weer
Gewoon opnieuw begon
Niks nieuws onder de zon
Maar da's niet waar, want jij was enkel jij
Jij hebt hier rondgedwaald
En dat wordt nooit herhaald
Als ik jouw huis zie, dan hoor jij daarbij
En naast zo'n kinderfiets
Mis ik toch ook wel iets
Maar verder valt er niets te melden
Er drijft nog olie op de Schelde
Er zijn nog steeds cafe's
En verder hoorde ik zo even
Hiernaast het lied : 'Lang zal ze leven'
Geweldig, naar ik vrees, Kees...
I try to see through your eyes
but life keeps changing the view
Are we so unalike?
It's a boy's life after all..
It's a boy's life
after all.
Have I really forgotten
the way I felt at fifteen?
When things were taken for granted,
It's a boy's life after all...
It's a boy's life
after all.
Het origineel is van Lennon solo, maar stiekem vind ik de in 1995 opgeleukte Anthology-versie fraaier...
All my little plans and schemes,
lost like some forgotten dreams.
Seems that all I really was doing
was waitin' for you.
Just like little girls and boys,
playing with their little toys.
Seems like all we really were doing
was waitin' for love.
lonely to be alone,
no need to be alone.
It's real love, it's real,
Yes it's real love, it's real.
From this moment on I know,
exactly where my life will go.
Seems that all I really was doing
was waitin' for love.
No need to be afraid,
no need to be afraid.
It's real love, it's real,
Yes it's real love, it's real.
Thought I'd been in love before,
but in my heart I wanted more.
Seems like all I really was doing
was waitin' for you.
lonely to be alone,
No need to be alone.
It's real love, yeah it's real,
It's real love, it's real,
Yes, it's real love, it's real,
It's real love, it's real,
Yes it's real love, it's real,
It's real love, it's real,
Yes it's real love, it's real,
It's real love, it's real,
Yes it's real love....
In de radio2 top 2000 staan meerdere covers van dit nummer. Hier geldt toch: niets beter en grappiger dan het origineel.
I put a spell on you
Because youre mine.
You better stop
The things that youre doin.
I said watch out!
I aint lyin, yeah!
I aint gonna take none of your
Foolin around;
I aint gonna take none of your
Puttin me down;
I put a spell on you
Because youre mine.
All right!
(repeat 1x)
Voor Jantje....
1,2,3,4
So you wanted
to take a break
slow it down some and
have some space
well fuck you too
Give me my money back
give me my money back
you bitch
I want my money back
And don't forget
And don't forget
to give me back my black T-shirt
I wish I hadn't bought you dinner
right before you
dumped me on your front porch
Give me my money back
give me my money back
you bitch
I want my money back
And don't forget
And don't forget
to give me back my black T-shirt
hey, hey
So you wanted
to take a break
slow it down some and
have some space
Give me my money back
give me my money back
you bitch
I want my money back
And don't forget
1487: Het Goede Doel - Eenvoud
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als de kachel brandt dan heb je het niet koud
Alles draait om de eenvoud
En wat niet goed is wat niet goed is dat is fout
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als je niet slikken kunt dan heb je slecht gekauwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als je geen zilver wint dan heb je brons of goud
In de kamer leg ik zeil
Da's makkelijk in het onderhoud
In de keuken komt ook zeil
Want hout is daar te koud
De trap gaat in het zeil
Want slijten doet het niet
En de muren worden zeil
Omdat je daar geen vuil op ziet
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als je betrouwbaar bent dan word je wel vertrouwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
En wie niet jong is, wie niet jong is die is oud
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als het geen peper is dan is het dus de zout
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Waar niet getrokken wordt wordt meestal wel gedouwd
Praten daar ben ik niet voor
Altijd dat eeuwige gepraat
Dat kost me teveel tijd
Dan wordt het gauw te laat
Spreken da's zilver
En zwijgen dat blijft goud
Mensen die maar blijven praten
Heb ik zelf dus nooit vertrouwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als je samenwoont dan ben je niet getrouwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
En wie niet lief is, wie niet lief is die is stout
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als er geen oorlog is dan ben je ook niet fout
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Wat niet geschapen is dat heeft de mens gebouwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als je geen adem haalt dan krijg je het benauwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Op een gezellig feest wordt meestal niet gerouwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als het geen moertje is dan is het dus de bout
Ik de kamer kies ik haar
Ik geloof echt in die vrouw
Of misschien kies ik een man
Als ik die meer vertrouw
Het is ijzer om oud lood
Wand lood is goud vandaag
Als de prijzen blijven stijgen
Krijg je uitval van de vraag
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als je werk zoekt dan word je afgesnouwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Een wedstrijd wordt altijd nabeschouwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als je nooit meer werkt dan word je uitgejouwd
Alles draait om de eenvoud
Als je niet meer denkt dan denk je ook niet fout
Eigenlijk meer een verhaaltje met een gitaar op de achtergrond.
He spied her on the tube
And she was wearing a bright red poppy
Her beauty, it shone through the silence
As the commuters, they tried not to make eye contact
He'd never seen such a beautiful thing
Except for in movies or up on billboards
He never seen such a beautiful thing in
All his years of travelling these trains
Her shiny brown hair was tucked behind her ears
And her big blue eyes pierced right through her glasses
The book she was reading was of an interesting nature
He knew that he would surely like to date her one day
A few more stops to Walthamstow
It's just a few more stops to Walthamstow
It's just a few more stops to Walthamstow
And poppy bird I wonder what your name is
He was a child of a difficult nature
It was compulsive disorder related
Sometimes he would do silly little things
Like, turn the key in the door 5 times before he went to bed
In the past he got in some silly situations
With girls from school making some accusations
He was through all that and he knew what to do to not
Get himself into trouble
He wanted to walk past and just ask her her name
And say she's so pretty he's been watching her on the train
He was a child of a difficult nature
He was a child of a difficult nature
A few more stops to Walthamstow
It's just a few more stops to Walthamstow
It's just a few more stops to Walthamstow
And poppy bird I wonder what your name is
A few more stops to Walthamstow
Its just a few more stops to Walthamstow
Its just a few more stops to Walthamstow
And poppy bird I wonder if I'll ever meet you
He can't believe his luck 'cause he's in Walthamstow
And she's leaving the train also
He follows her onto the platform
Up the stairs and through the barriers
He gets a bit too close and she looks behind
He takes control of himself and walks further behind
Now they're out and they're onto the street
And they walk past the top of his road
It sure is dark and yes it sure is cold
And so he plucks up the courage
And starts to make his approach
She can hear his footsteps
Her hearts in her throat
She turns starts to run
No don't be dumb
No don't be dumb
No don't be dumb
No please don't be dumb
He's so close now she waits to be grabbed
And she prays to god that she won't get stabbed
So close now she can feel his breath
And he grabs her on the arm and says
"Missus, this your book that you left?"
In blizzard of '77
The cars were just lumps on the snow
And then later
Tripping in 7-11
The shelves were stretching out of control
On a plane ride
The more it shakes
The more i have to let go
Now the signals
Still getting all mixed up
We're always doing damage control
But in the middle of the night i worry
It's blurry even without light
I know i have got a negative edge
That's why i sharpen all the others a lot
It's like flowers or ladybugs
Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots
[chorus]
I miss you more than i knew
Was een geweldige dag op Woodstock, volgens de verhalen. Zo zeer dat Melanie er een song over schreef, met achtergrondzang van de Edwin Hawkins Singers. Fraaie intense vocalen.
Little sisters of the sun lit
candles in the rain,
fed the world on oats and raisins
candles in the rain
li the fire to the soul
who never knew his friend
meher baba lives again
candles in the rain
to be there is to remember
lay it down again
lay down
lay down
lay it down again
men can live as brothers
candles in the rain....
CHORUS
lay down lay down, let it all down
let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand and frown
lay down lay down, let it all down
let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand and frown
we were so close, there was no room
we bled inside each others wounds
we had caught the same disease
and we all sang songs of peace
CHORUS
so raise the candles high cause if you
don't we could stay black against the night
oh raise them higher again and if you
do we could stay dry against the rain
CHORUS
we were so close there was no room
we bled inside each others wounds
we had caught the same disease
and we all sang songs of peace
some came to sing, some came to pray
some came to keep the dark away
so raise the candles high
cause if you don't we could stay
black against the sky
oh oh raise them higher again
and if you do we could stay dry against the rain
CHORUS
Girlgroup op z'n 60s, toen het nog geen negatieve klank had. The Exciters zijn niet de meest bekende, maar dit liedje is toch wel erg goed. In de jaren 90 is het nog even wat bekender gemaakt door het te gebruiken in de tv serie Ally McBeal, als soort van mentale steun voor Ally.
Laten we Radiohead niet vergeten, beste mensen...
![Radiohead - Down Is The New Up [In Rainbows Disc 2]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/4CX7Qzb1dj8/2.jpg)
Get yourself together
Let the light pour in
Pour yourself a hot bath, pour yourself a drink
Nothing's going to happen without warning
Down is the new up
What if I just flip-flopped?
Down is the new up, is the new up
Won't you be my girl?
Won't you be my girl?
Your services are not required
Your future's bleak, you're so last week
Ladies and gentlemen, without a safety net
I shall now perform a 180 flip-flop
I shall now amputate, I shall now contort
Because down is the new up
What if I just flip-flopped?
Down is the new up, is the new up
You crawled off and left us
You bastard
You bastard
Caught on Candid Camera
The chink in your armor
Topsy turvy town, topsy turvy town
Shake your pockets out
Pass it on, pass it down
Topsy turvy town, topsy turvy town
You crawled off and left us
Crawled off and left us
You bastard
1481: Pain of Salvation - Hallelujah
![Pain Of Salvation - Hallelujah Live [Ending Themes DVD]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/0puyJsSHjs4/2.jpg)
Ook dit leuke rare meisje mag niet ontbreken. Kreeg in een lunchpauze ooit in een verlaten studio Julian Casablancas van The Strokes, de tot op het bot verveelde fashionboy, bijna aan het huilen toen ze op de piano begon te spelen.
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
The bible didn't mention us, not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first , I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But there just soft light, there just soft light
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
He told me i was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
and kissed me till the morning light, the morning light
and he kissed me till the morning light
Samson came back to bed
not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
Het wordt wel weer een erg blanke lijst.....
Mama Africa
How are you doing Mama
Mama Africa
Long time me no see you Mama
They took me away from you Mama
Long before I was born
They took me away from you Mama
Long before I came on in
CHORUS
There's so many things about you
Wondering where you are
They try their best to hide you Mama
But I search and I find you
CHORUS
In you there's so much beauty
In you there's so much life
In you there's so many kingdoms
To me it's out of sight
CHORUS
You're the maker of gold Mama
You're the maker of diamond
You're the maker of pearls
And the maker of all precious goals
CHORUS
I've been waiting, yearning, looking
Searching to find you
I've been crying, praying hoping
That I may find you Mama
CHORUS
You're my mother Africa
You're my father Africa
CHORUS
I'm proud of you Mama
I love you Mama
I'm proud of you Mama
I love you heavenly
CHORUS
Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run?
Sure they crawl around and scurry,
yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time
just like you and me
I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery
It started with a little lad named vermin McCann
who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man
he rounded up his furry boys,
though some wore a frown
they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down.
Chorus:
One, two, one-two-three-four!
Come on all you good rats
we'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
a potion that turned the Guinness to gold!
Like mice behind a piper,
rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town.
They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come,
they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few
The rats were in a tizzy
addicted to the bone the hairy lugs were giddy
they were never going home
like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank,
they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank!
Dropkick Murphys Good Rats lyrics
[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door Bookie65 op 24-05-2009 17:29:00 ]
Eén van de wat minder bekende U2 nummers uit de jaren '90. In de jaren '90 waren de mannen van U2 op het hoogtepunt van hun populariteiten wat mij betreft, is dit decennia ook hun beste muzikale decennia. Vanaf Achtung Bay(1991) begon de experimentele fase van U2, die zijn hoogtepunt bereikte met het album Pop in 1997. Dit album - waar ook het nummer Gone op staat - wordt opmerkelijk genoeg door U2 zelf als hun slechtste album gezien.
Dit is een live uitvoering van Gone in Santiago, 1998 tijdens de Popmart tour. De Popmart tour was een aanklacht tegen de consumentenmaatschappij, deze aanklacht wordt belichaamd door de grote gele boog op het podium, wat een verwijzing naar McDonalds is.
You get to feel so guilty, got so much for so little
Then you find that feeling just won't go away
You're holding on to every little thing so tightly
'Til there's nothing left for you anyway
Goodbye...
You can keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to lose yourself along the way
You change your name, well that's okay, it's necessary
And what you leave behind you don't miss anyway
Goodbye...
You can keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
'Cause I'm already gone
Felt that way all along
Closer to you every day
I didn't want it that much anyway
You're taking steps that make you feel dizzy / (Gone)
Then you learn to like the way it feels / (Gone)
You hurt yourself you hurt your lover / (Gone)
Then you discover
What you thought was freedom is just greed / (Gone)
Goodbye...
And it's emotional
Good night...
I'll be up with the sun
You're still holding on
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
Gone... sun... time... sun...
Gone... sun.... gone... sun...
Van de plaat You're A Woman, I'm A Machine (2004)
1475 Patty Griffin - Rain
Amerikaanse alt. country-zangeres met een schitterende stem, die in sommige songs kippenvel kan verwekken. Dit is daar een voorbeeld van.
It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart
Beating close to mine
Pounding up against the stone and steel
Walls that I won't climb
Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep
You think that you're gonna drown
Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep
With all this rain falling down
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain
Its hard to know when to give up the fight
Two things you want will just never be right
Its never rained like it has to night before
Now I don't wanna beg you baby
For something maybe you could never give
I'm not looking for the rest of your life
I just want another chance to live
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm holding on underneath this shroud
Rain
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm still alive underneath this shroud
Rain Rain Rain
Ik ben vandaag eindelijk begonnen in de autobiografie van Juliana Hatfield, "When I Grow Up". Interessant, natuurlijk, als fan, om te lezen over haar onzekerheid en zoektocht naar zichzelf en hoe ze heel erg graag in een band wilde maar geen idee had hoe ze contact moest maken met andere mensen, en dat terwijl ze op een muziekschool zat met als hoofdvak zingen (na eerst sneaky als pianist aangenomen te zijn op die school, dat kon ze al). Ze schrijft ergens zo ongeveer dat 'ze alles in het werk stelde om het te laten gebeuren. naar de juiste omgeving met honderden zoekende muzikanten. Nu hoefde ze alleen te wachten tot het Lot haar met de juiste persoon in contact zou brengen'. Of het het Lot was weet ik niet, maar soortgenoot Freda Boner met vriendje Jon Strohm klopten op een gegeven moment aan de deur of ze zin had om te zingen in hun bandje. Dat bandje heette Blake Babies en heeft 2 albums uitgebracht voor Juliana solo verder wilde, met succes overigens.
Nu een nummer van die Blake Babies.
Er zijn veel nummers van Bob Dylan gecoverd. Vandaag kwam ik weer eens langs dit juweeltje:
Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I don't care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain't goin' nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
well you tried it out for once,
found it alright for kicks.
but then you found out
it's a habit that sticks
you're an orgasm addict
you're an orgasm addict
sneakin' in the back door
with dirty magazines
and your mother wants to know
"what are those stains on your jeans?"
you're an orgasm addict
you're an orgasm addict
you get in a heat,
you get in a sulk
but you still keep beatin'
your meat to pulp
you're an orgasm addict
you're an orgasm addict
you're a kid cassanova
you're a no-joseph
it's a labor of love
fucking yourself to death
you're an orgasm addict
you're an orgasm addict
you're makin' out with school kids,
winos and heads of state
you've even made it with the lady
who puts the little plastic robbins
on the christmas cakes
butcher's assistants and belhops
you've had 'em all here and there
children of god and their joystrings
international women with no body hair
so you're asking in an alley
and you're voice ain't steady
the sex mechanic's rough
you're more than ready
you're an orgasm addict
you're an orgasm addict
johnnie want fuckie
all ways and always
he's got the energy
he will amaze
he's an orgasm addict,
he's an orgasm addict.
he's always at it
1e notering van mijn favoriete band in de jaren '90. Heerlijk sensueel nummer en daarom maar de eye-candy versie met deze American idols deelneemster verkozen boven die lelijke mannen
You walked in
Just like smoke
With a little come on, come on, come on
In your walk
Well, come on
I've been waitin'
Are you waitin?
For my move, well I'm makin' it
So tell me baby, can you shake it?
If I can move it with ya
Will you let me take it?
I'll be down on my knees
Screamin' take me, take me, take me, take me
I'm yours
I've never felt so out of control
You don't even know what you're doin' to me
Come on and do it to me
Don'tcha stop
Come on, come on
Come on little rabbit
Show me where you got it
'Cuz I know you got a habit
Om te zorgen dat de lijst niet al te blank wordt, zoals enkele posts hoger werd gesuggereerd. Live-versie met een stukje Satisfaction er aan vast.
I've been loving you too long to stop now
You are tired and you want to be free
My love is growing stronger, as you become a habit to me
Oh I've been loving you a little too long
I dont wanna stop now, oh
With you my life,
Has been so wonderful
I can't stop now
You are tired and your love is growing cold
My love is growing stronger as our affair [affair] grows old
I've been loving you a little too long, long,
I don't want to stop now
oh, oh, oh
I've been loving you a little bit too long
I don't wanna stop now
No, no, no
Don't make me stop now
No baby
I'm down on my knees Please, don't make me stop now
I love you, I love you,
I love you with all of my heart
And I can't stop now
Don't make me stop now
Please, please don't make me stop now
[Good god of mine]I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I love you in so many different ways...
I love you in so many different ways....
Van het magnifieke Hunky Dory
(this is andy warhole and its take one, take one)
Its, its warhol actually
(what did I say)
Whole, its whole as in wholes
(andy warhol)
Wah, andy war hol, andy war hol (he)
Like whole hub
He
Ha
Are you ready
(yeah)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two new pence to have a go
Id like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show
Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Cant tell them apart at all
Andy walking, andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when hes fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise (hm hm hm)
When he wakes up on the sea
He sure to think of me and you
Hell think about paint and hell think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do
Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Cant tell them apart at all
Andy warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy warhol, silver screen
Cant tell them apart at all
Na een paar hele mooie nummers nu tijd voor een mooi nummer uit eigen land
Remember the man and his golden tunes
The way he moved his ass
Well have I got news for you
Stop the presses Johnny D. is back!
He's rollin', rollin' and rockin' too
Come and see the man the legend
Bring your children, bring your parants too
Down in the gutter no money no hopes
The worst I've ever seen
I told him straight no liquor no dope
And I swear to God Johnny D. is clean
The crowd is wild, you're back at the top
Come on boy let me fix you up
The only chance you'll ever get
It's showtime now Johnny D. is back
Bij dat weer van vandaag past maar 1 soort muziek. En dus, Unida.
Ook nog geen Barman gezien in de top 2000. Dit blijft een buitengewoon fraai nummer...
Into temptation, over in doubt
Black night, neonlight into my house
talking talking talking about
Out of frustration, over in doubt
Hold me now, I'm hoping that you can explain
Little Arithmetics
Got me down, they're fooling me again and again
Little Arithmetics
Got me down
Sometimes I feel like going down south Sometimes I'm feeling alright
Sometimes I feel like I'm over and out Sometimes I'm losing my mind
Talking talking talking about Sometimes the day is the night
Into temptation, over in doubt Sometimes I don't wanna fight
Hold me now,
I'm hoping that you can explain
Little Arithmetics
Got me down, they're fooling me again and again
Little Arithmetics
Got me down
Een van de beste nederlandse zangers uit de jaren 70 kwam uit Zweden.
Jantje was aan het wandelen op het Leidseplein
Toen vond hij een riksdaalder en dat vond hij fijn
Hij kocht er zoute pinda's voor, sigaretten en drop
Kortom, in no time waren al zijn centen op
Maar hij werd geschaduwd door een brigadier
Die zij tegen Jantje: "Hé, kom jij maar eens hier
Ik weet niet of je het weet, maar riksdaalders op straat
Zijn verloren goederen en horen aan de staat"
De rechter zei: "Hé Jantje, weet jij wel wat je bent
Dat noemen wij juridisch jeugddelinquent
Een schande voor je ouders, je toekomst naar de maan
Want als je later groot bent, krijg je nooit een goede baan"
"Stik maar", zei Jantje, "met die kouwe kak
Ma is de hort op en pa zit in de bak
Wat die er van zeggen, dat lap ik aan mijn schoen
En als ik later groot ben, zorg ik zelf wel voor mijn poen"
Toen haalde men er een heel stel psychologen bij
Die vonden hem gevaarlijk voor de maatschappij
Vandaag een riksdaalder en morgen een kluis
Hupsakee, de bajes in en weg met dat gespuis
Op zijn verjaardag zat Jantje in de cel
Er kwam geen visite, maar cadeautjes kreeg hij wel
Ma stuurde hem een ijzerzaag, pa stuurde hem een boor
"Daar gaat hij dan", zei Jantje en ging ervandoor
Buiten de bajes zag hij een auto staan
"Die leen ik maar", zei Jantje, zo gezegd zo gedaan
Maar in een scherpe bocht kreeg die kar een lekke band
Sloeg zeven maal over de kop en vloog in de brand
Hiermede eindigt het verhaal van onze held
Een blues voor Jantje zongen de vogels in het veld
"Jezus", zei de dominee, "sta zijn zieltje bij"
Maar Jantje had er maling aan, want Jantje was vrij
Jantje was vrij
Jantje was vrij
Jantje was vrij
1464 Counting Crows - Sullivan Street
Blijft op basis van met name de eerste twee en ook wel een beetje de derde plaat gewoon een heerlijke band. Dit is misschien niet het meest bekende nummer, maar wel een fraaie wat mij betreft.
Take the way home that leads back to sullivan street
Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet
Pretty soon now I wont come around
Im almost drowning in her sea
Shes nearly fallen to her knees
Take the way home
Take the way home that leads back to sullivan street
Where all the bodies hang on the air
If she remembers, she hides it whenever we meet
Either way now, I dont really care
Cause Im gone from there
Im almost drowning in her seas
Shes nearly crawling on her knees
Shes down on her knees
Take the way home that leads back to sullivan street
Where Im just another rider burned to the ground
Come tumbling down
Im almost drowning in her sea
Shes nearly crawling on her knees
Its almost everything I need
Im down on my knees
Im down on my knees
know an oldtimer
Just a nickel-and-dimer
At the bar down the Adios Lounge
And for whiskey and smokes
Recites poems and jokes
But he's not just your average clown
And he's entertaining nightly
Down the Adios Lounge
And he puts it politely
But he does lay it down
Now I lie here alone in my bed
With these words running wild in my head
He said...
Don't let nobody go there for you
Don't be satisfied with a second-hand life
Don't let nobody stifle or bore you
Handle your troubles or take on your strife
Don't let nobody live your life for you
Not your friends, not your kids, no not even your wife
If you want to know where the rainbow ends
It's you who´ve got to go there and find it my friend
So I'm going back down
To the Adios Lounge
Where there's no one to wait up for me
I hope he's still around
Oh, that crazy old scrounge
To tell us how things ought to be
He said...
Don't let nobody go there for you
Don't be satisfied with a second-hand life
Don't let nobody stifle or bore you
Handle your troubles or take on your strife
Don't let nobody live your life for you
Not your friends, not your kids, no not even your wife
If you want to know where the rainbow ends
It's you who've got to go there and find it my friend
So I buy him more drinks
Just to hear what he thinks
Oh, it's worth it to see him almost smile
It's worth feeling free for a while
At the bar down the Adios Lounge
At the bar down the Adios Lounge
At the bar down the Adios Lounge
quote:Klopt, maar al wel vóór dat hij ging zingen.Op dinsdag 26 mei 2009 19:29 schreef methodmich het volgende:
Hij was toch alleen maar verhuisd naar Zweden?
Michał Lorenc - Taniec Eleny
Bekijk deze YouTube-video
Wat waren ze hard afgelopen maandag...
Hermaphrodite: a flower containing both male and female organs; a person or
animal of both sexes.
The child Hermaphroditus was the son of Hermes and Aphrodite, the result of
a secret love affair. For this reason he was entrusted to the nymphs of the
isolated Mount Ida, who allowed him to grow up as a wild creature of the
woods. After his encounter with the water-nymph Salmacis, he laid a curse
upon the water. According to fable, all persons who bathed in the water
became hermaphrodites.
From a dense forest of tall dark pinewood, Mount Ida rises like an
island.
Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child;
Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love.
As the dawn creeps up the sky
The hunter caught sight of a doe.
In desire for conquest,
He found himself within a glade he'd not beheld before.
Hermaphroditus:
"Where are you, my father?
Give wisdom to your son"
Narrator:
Now lost, the boy was guided by the sun"
"Then he could go no farther
And as his strength began to fail
He saw a shimmering lake.
A shadow in the dark green depths
Disturbed the strange tranquility.
Salmacis:
"The waters are disturbed
Some creature has been stirred"
Narrator:
"The waters are disturbed
Naiad queen Salmacis has been stirred"
As he rushed to quench his thirst,
A fountain spring appeared before him
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist,
A liquid voice called, "Son of gods, drink from my spring".
The water tasted strangely sweet.
Behind him the voice called again.
He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake.
Salmacis:
"We shall be one
We shall be joined as one"
Narrator:
"She wanted them as one
Yet he had no desire to be one"
Hermaphroditus:
"Away from me cold-blooded woman
Your thirst is not mine"
Salmacis:
"Nothing will cause us to part
Hear me, O Gods"
Unearthly calm descended from the sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged
Forever to be joined as one.
The creature crawled into the lake.
A fading voice was heard:
"And I beg, yes I beg that all who touch this spring
May share my fate"
Salmacis:
"We are the one
We are the one"
Narrator:
"The two are now made one
Demi-god and nymph are now made one"
Both had given everything they had.
A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last,
Forever still beneath the lake.
Al een tijdje geen (puur) electronische muziek meer gehad, en aangezien deze lijst in mijn ogen wel wat minder gitaren mag gebruiken dan de 'echte' top 2000:
Geen lyrics, dus de informatie die bij youtube staat:
Label:Go 4 Music
Catalog#: GO4.07EP
Format: Vinyl, 12"
Country:France
Released:Jan 2008
Genre: Electronic
Style: Electro
Credits: Artwork By - Mr. Learn
Artwork By [Assisted By] - Chall's & La Coopérative Des Filles
Composed By, Performer, Producer [Computed By] - Alex Gopher
Notes:(P)&(C) 2008 Go 4 Music.
Published by Tong.
Ook deze geweldige singer-songwriter uit Zuid-Afrika mag niet ontbreken in de lijst!
Selfs met jou oe toe
Kyk jy deur my
En selfs in die donker
Sien jy tot binne my
Niemand kyk na my
Soos jy na my kyk nie
En niemand sien my
Soos jy my sien nie
Droomverlore in jou oe
En ek swig, my hart word sag
Wanneer ek in jou oe kyk
In jou blik voel ek die vrag
Van my wereldse sorge wyk
Droomverlore in jou oe
Een geweldige plaat met dito clip vol erotiek en drama...
ça c'est l'histoire
De Melody Nelson
Qu'á part moi-même personne
N'a jamais pris dans ses bras
ça vous étonne
Mais c'est comme ça
Elle avait de l'amour
Pauvre Melody Nelson
Ouais, elle en avait des tonnes
Mais ses jours étaient comptés
Quatorze automnes
Et quinze étés
Un petit animal
Que cette Melody Nelson
Une adorable garçonne
Et si délicieuse enfant
Que je n'ai con-
Nue qu'un instant.
Oh ! Ma Melody
Ma Melody Nelson
Aimable petite conne
Tu étais la condition
Sine qua non
De ma raison
quote:Waarom in Godsnaam is deze band ter ziele?Ain't none ever seen the face of his foe no
He ain't made of flesh & bone
He's the one who sits up close beside you
An when he's there you are alone
Every man is evil yes an every man is a liar
An unashamed with the wicked tongues sing
In the black soul choir
Yes an no man ever seen the face of my lord no
Not since he left his skin
He's the one you keep cold on the outside girl
He's at your door let him in
O i will forgive your wrongs
Yes i am abel
An for my own i feel great shame
I would offer up a brick to the back of your head boy
If i were cain
