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1407 Jesus Christ Superstar - King Herods Song



Lyrics:

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1406 The Cure - Jumpin' someone else's train



Don't say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won't leave any trace
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

It won't take you long
To learn the new smile
You'll have to adapt
Or you'll be out of style
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You're jumping someone else's train

It's the latest wave
That you've been craving for
The old ideal
Was getting such a bore
Now you're back in line
Going not quite quite as far
But in half the time
Everyone's happy
They're finally all the same
'cause everyone's jumping
Everyone else's train

Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train

1405 fishbone - one planet people

De laatste 5 hebben hun nummers niet toegevoegd aan de wiki.
Zal ik dat dan maar effe doen...

1404 Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick



Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.


We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.



The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.

The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.

The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.

And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you 'way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.

So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.

Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?....→



→...You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run? ←

I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.
So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.



In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.



So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.

Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.

Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

quote:

Op zaterdag 6 juni 2009 18:22 schreef HairyArsedIrishman het volgende:
1404 Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick [Part 1/5]

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.


We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick [part 2/5]

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.

The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.

The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.

And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you 'way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.

So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.

Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?....→

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick [3/5]

→...You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run? ←

I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.
So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick [4/5]

In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick [ 5/5 ]

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.

Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.

Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

Die hoort minstens in de top 3

1403 Jackson C Frank - My Name is Carnival

Jackson C Frank maakte slechts één officieel album, in 1965, wat maar bij een redelijk beperkt publiek bekend is. Maar wel een album wat mensen als Bert Jansch, Nick Drake en Simon en Garfunkel ontegenzeggelijk beinvloedde, en een album waarvan zeker een stuk of vijf nummers top 2000 waardig zijn.



I've seen your face in every place that I'll be goin'
I read your words like black hungry birds read every song
Rise and fall
Spin and call
And my name
Is carnival
Sad music in the night
Sings a scream of light out of chorus
And voices you might hear appear and disappear
In the forest
Short and tall throw the ball
And my name is carnival
Strings of yellow tears
Drip from black wire fears
In the meadow
And their white halos spin
With an anger that is thin
And turns to sorrow
King of all
Hear me call
Hear my name
Carnival
Here there is no law
But the arcade's penny claw
Hanging empty
The painted laughing smile
And the turning of the style
Do not envy
And the small
Can steal the ball
To touch the face
Of carnival
The fat woman frowns
At screaming frightened clowns
That move enchanted
And a shadow lie and waits
Outside your iron gates
With one wish granted
Colours fall
Throw the ball
Play the game
Of carnival
Without a thought of size
You come to hypnotize
The danger
The world that comes apart
Has no single heart
When life is stranger
Wheel and call
Clawed dreams all
In the name
Of carnival
Wheel and call
Clawed dreams all
In the name
Of carnival

quote:

Op zaterdag 6 juni 2009 18:59 schreef Siniti het volgende:

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Die hoort minstens in de top 3

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mee eens

1401: Pink Floyd - Cirrus Minor



In a churchyard by a river,
Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing in the grasses and the graze.
Yellow bird, you are alone
In singing and in flying on,
In laughing and in leaving.

Willow weeping in the water,
Waving to the river daughters,
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor,
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later.

quote:

Op zondag 7 juni 2009 00:40 schreef Relayer het volgende:

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mee eens

En ik kan hem er maar 1 keer inzetten...

quote:

Op zondag 7 juni 2009 10:16 schreef HairyArsedIrishman het volgende:

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En ik kan hem er maar 1 keer inzetten...

Had dan eerst "A Passion Play" gedaan.

1400 Weezer - Island in the sun



When you're on a holiday
You can't find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

hip hip
hip hip

When you're on a golden sea
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore

hip hip
hip hip
hip hip

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad any more

Hip Hip

We'll never feel bad anymore
(hip hip)
(hip hip)
No no
(hip hip)
(hip hip)
We'll never feel bad anymore
(hip hip)
on an island in the sun

1399: Supersister - A girl named you



You must have lost a long time standing still
You did not try to persist but you will
Growing obsession while you’re at the door
One step more and it’s yours

Day after day you’ve been diddling the truth
You think you’re living but live’s living you
What do you feel when you’re daughter is near
Are you held up by her fear

What did you lose in your life against your will
I see no value in what your head fills
What would you lose when that value would die
No one who cares
You’re outside

Night after night you’ve been dreaming the truth
Sometimes it’s right when you hide in your youth
Sometimes you feel that you’re acting so stark
That why you kiss in the dark.

What would you do when the lights were on you
Would it be painful to tell me your truth
You never feel that you’re standing outside
No one who cares
You’re alright

You know your name and i know mine
You play your games and i play mine
Knowing everybody likes it
But not like we do
And we do
When we do

I know your name and you know mine
I play your games and you'll play mine
Knowing everybody likes you
But not like I you
And I do
And I do

You know my name and i know yours
You play my games and i play yours, of course
But if everybody cancels the things that we own
We're alone
We're alone

Fucking luie varkens. Ik blijf die wiki niet aanpassen.

1398 Metallica: The Outlaw Torn



THE OUTLAW TORN

And now I wait my whole lifetime for you
And now I wait my whole lifetime for you

I ride the dirt, I ride the tide for you
I search the outside, search inside for you

To take back what you left me
I know I'll always burn to be
The one who seeks so I may find
And now I wait my whole lifetime

Outlaw of torn
Outlaw of torn
And I'm torn

So on I wait my whole lifetime for you
So on I wait my whole lifetime for you

The more I search, the more my need for you
The more I bless, the more I bleed for you

You make me smash the clock and feel
I'd rather die behind the wheel
Time was never on my side
So on I wait my whole lifetime
Outlaw of torn
Outlaw of torn
Outlaw of torn
And I'm torn

Hear me
And if I close my mind in fear
Please pry it open
See me
And if my face becomes sincere
Beware
Hold me
And when I start to come undone
Stitch me together
Save me
And when you see me strut
Remind me of what left this outlaw torn

Mr. Jorn, ik kan je echt niet meer volgen. Dat je alleen Metallica post, heb ik geen probleem mee, maar Outlaw Torn hóger dan Master of Puppets???

1397: The Flower Kings - Touch my Heaven


opgenomen in 013


Should I stay here on the floor?
I can't get up... and you no more!
Someone's talking in my head
The sunshine!
Laugh away my only thread
The white line
Touch my heaven

My mind is climbing on the wall
It's getting high by setting small
Someone's crying in my ear
The sunshine!
Make my way look so clear
The white line
Touch my heaven!

1396 Polysics - Ah-Yeah!!

1395 SL2 - On A Ragga Trip

1394 Peter Hamill - A Louse Is Not A Home
Een van de meeste onderschatte zanger/songwriters solo dan, met Van Der Graaf Generator kreeg hij wel het respect dat hij verdiende




Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;
sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have.
There's a line snaking down my mirror :
splintered glass distorts my face,
and though the light is strong and strange
it can't illuminate the musty corners of this place.
There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds --
I draw my murky meanings there,
but seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
and in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair.
A cracked mirror mid the drapes of the landing :
split image, labored understanding ----
I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home ....

I've lived in houses composed of glass
where every movement is charted,
but now the monitor screens are dark
and I can't tell if silent eyes are there.
My words are spiders upon the page,
they spin out faith, hope and reason ----
but are they meet and just, or only dust
gathering about my chair?
Sometimes I get the feeling that there's
someone else there :
The faceless watcher makes me uneasy,
I can feel him through the floorboards,
and His presence is creepy ----
He informs me that I shall be expelled ....
What is that but out of and into :
I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through,
I don't know the nature of the nature
that I am inside ....

I've lived in houses of brick and lead
where all emotion is sacred,
and if you want to devour the fruit
you must first sniff at the fragrance
and lay your body before the shrine
with poems and posies and papers ----
or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
to stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant.
What is this place you call home?
Is it a sermon or a confession?
Is it the chalice that you use for protection?
Is it really only somewhere you can stay?
Is it a rule-book or a lecture?
Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector?
Does the idol have feet of clay?
Home is what you make it, so my friends
all say,
but I rarely see their homes in these dark days.
Some of them are snails and carry houses
on their backs;
others live in monuments which, one day,
will be racks --
I keep my home in place with sellotape
and tin-tacks,
but I still feel there's some other Force here :

He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
keeps staring through the eye-slits of the portraits
in my hall;
He ravages my library and taps the telephone --
I've never actually seen Him,
but I know He's in my home
and if he goes away,
I can't stay here either.
I believe -- er -- I think --
well, I don't know ......

I only live in one room at a time,
but all of the walls are ears, all the windows, eyes :
Everything else is foreign,
'Home' is my wordless chant :
mmmmmaah!
Give it a chance!

I am surrounded by flesh and bone,
I am a temple of living,
I am a hermit, I am a drone,
and I am boning out a place to be.
With secret garlands about my head
unearthly silence is broken :
the room is growing dark, and in the stark light
I can see a face I know ----
could this be the guy who never shows
the cracked mirror what he's feeling,
merely mumbles prayers to the ground where
he's kneeling :
"Home is home is home is home is home is home is me!"
All you people looking for your houses,
don't throw your weight around, you might
break your glasses
and if you do, you know you just can't see
and then how are you to find the dawning
of the day?
--- Day is just a word I use to keep the dark
at bay,
and people are imaginary, nothing else exists
except the room I'm sitting in,
and, of course, the all-pervading mist ---
sometimes I wonder if even that's real ....
Maybe I should de-louse this place;
Maybe I should de-place this louse;
Maybe I'll maybe my life away
in the confines of this silent house.
Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;
sometimes I think I'll disappear; sometimes I think .....

1393 Ray Lamontagne - Trouble

Mooie uitvoering bij de BBC!



Trouble...
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble been doggin' my soul since the day I was born
Worry...
Worry, worry, worry, worry
Worry just will not seem to leave my mind alone
We'll I've been...
saved by a woman
I've been...
saved by a woman
I've been...
saved by a woman
She won't let me go
She won't let me go now
She won't let me go
She won't let me go now

Trouble...
Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Feels like every time I get back on my feet
she come around and knock me down again
Worry...
Oh, worry, worry, worry, worry
Sometimes I swear it feels like this worry is my only friend
We'll I've been saved...
by a woman
I've been saved...
by a woman
I've been saved...
by a woman
She won't let me go
She won't let me go now
She won't let me go
She won't let me go now

Oh..., Ahhhh....
Ohhhh
She good to me now
She gave me love and affection
She good tell me now
She gave me love and affection
I Said I love her
Yes I love her
I said I love her
I said I love...
She good to me now
She's good to me
She's good to me

De singel waarmee de Gorillaz doorbraken 2001. Een vette naam, een vette clip maar vooral een erg lekker nummer!

1392 Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood



Oh oh oh oh oh
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on


I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on


Yeah... Ha Ha!
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing cos I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional
Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual
Hearable
What appears in you is a clearer view cos you're too crazy
Lifeless
To know the definition for what life is
Priceless
For you because I put you on the hype shit
You like it?
Gunsmokin' righteous with one token
Psychic among those
Possess you with one go

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on

The essence the basics
Without it you make it
Allow me to make this
Childlike in nature
Rhythm
You have it or you don't that's a fallacy
I'm in them
Every sprouting tree
Every child apiece
Every cloud you see
You see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in disguise
From this fuckin' enterprise
Now I'm sucking to your lies
Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides
with me as a guide
But y'all can see me now cos you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the inner
So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes so mother fuckers
Remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless
Feelings, sensations that you thought were dead
No squealing, remember
(that it's all in your head)

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future

1391 The Stranglers - Golden brown

Toch een plaat die naar mijn idee niet mag ontbreken...



Golden brown texture like sun
Lays me down with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown

Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown

Golden brown finer temptress
Through the ages she's heading

West
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown

Never a frown
With golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown

1390 Kraftwerk - Ruckzuck

Een van de eerste electronic nummers?



[ Bericht 0% gewijzigd door Siniti op 07-06-2009 15:58:02 ]

Jij bent dan 1390 Siniti.

quote:

Op zondag 7 juni 2009 15:56 schreef methodmich het volgende:
Jij bent dan 1390 Siniti.

Deze keer kon ik er niks aan doen hij had nog niet gepost

Nou, het wordt anders wel weer tijd voor een sunny day, als het aan mij ligt

1388 Sunny Day Real Estate - Pillars

1387: Genesis - Domino

Vele fans van Genesis oude stijl (lees: Genesis met Peter Gabriel) vervloeken het commercieel succesvolle Genesis van de jaren '80 waar Phil Collins volgens hen verantwoordelijk voor is, maar dit is toch een heerlijk nummer.



Part I: In the glow of the night

The grey of evening fills the room,
Theres no need to look outside,
To see or feel the rain.
Then I reach across to touch her,
But I know that shes not there.
Rain keeps running down the window pane.
Time is running out for me.

Cant you see what you are doing to me?
Cant you see what you have done?
As I try to pass another long and sleepless night,
A hundred crazy voices call my name,
As I try to pass them by,
I almost can believe that she is here,
Here in the glow of the night.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what youve begun?
Do you see we shall never be together again?
All of my life.

Lonely people, empty rooms,
Pointless violence, silent tombs.
Could it be that we shall be together again?

Sheets of double glazing help to keep outside the night,
Only foreign city sirens can cut through,
Nylon sheets and blankets help to minimize the cold.
But they cant keep out the chilling sounds.
Will the nightmare soon give way to dreaming
That she is here with me?
Here in the glow of the night.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what youve begun?
Do you see we shall never be together again?
All of my life.

Lonely people, empty rooms,
Pointless violence, silent tombs.
Could it be that we shall be together again?
Could it be that we shall be together again?

In silence and darkness
We held each other near that night
We prayed it would last forever.

Part II: The last domino

Blood on the windows
Millions of ordinary people are there
They gaze at the scenery
They act as if it is perfectly clear
Take a look at the mountains
Take a look at the beautiful river of blood.

The liquid surrounds me
I fight to rise from this river of hell
I stare round about me
Children are swimming and playing with boats
Their features are changing
Their bodies dissolve and I am alone.

Now see what youve gone and done.
Now see what youve gone and done.

Well now you never did see such a terrible thing
As was seen last night on t.v.
Maybe if were lucky, they will show it again
Such a terrible thing to see - oh
But theres nothing you can do when youre next in line
Youve got to go domino.

Now Im one with the living and Im feeling just fine
I know just what I gotta do
Play the game of happiness and never let on
That it only lives on in a song - oh
Well theres nothing you can do when youre next in line
Youve got to go domino.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what youve begun?

In silence and darkness
Hold each other near tonight
For will it last forever?
Will it last forever - forever...

Theres nothing you can do when youre the next in line
Youve got to go domino.

Do you know, do you know, do you know what you have done
Do you see what youve begun?
Cos theres nothing, nothing, nothing
Theres nothing you can do, theres nothing you can do
Do you see, do you see what you have done?

1386 Sandy Dillon - Broken Promises

Altijd leuk, maffe dames. Sandy Dillon hoort er dus bij. Ze piept, knort, schreeuwt, krijst, gilt, gromt alles bij elkaar, maar maakt wel hartverscheurende muziek.



We made our bed
But we cannot lie in it
My pillows damp
Every night I cry in it
It wouldn’t seem as bad
As the nightmares of our dreams
I’ve given up all my hope
My dope and my Movie Star Dreams

You broke all your promises
And I broke all kinds of stuff
Then you went off to roam
‘Coz the Moon is not enough

Do you remember
All the Movies that we saw
To have and to have not
Sherlock Holmes and the Giant Claw
We sat in the front row
Blinded by the light
I dug my finger nails into your hands
And they bled but you said that was alright

You broke all of your promises
And I broke all kinds of stuff
You went off to roam
‘Coz the Moon is not enough

Like Romeo & Juliet we weren’t two fools that just met
I’ve given up my Kings & Queens I’ve given up my Movie Star Dreams
But that was many years ago now it’s my turn to go to roam
It’s just so hard to be, seen, going to the Movies Alone

1385 The Verlaines - Death and the Maiden

Weer een lekker plaatje van de andere kant van de wereld. Een van de betere bands uit Nieuw Zeeland.



You're just too, too obscure for me
You don't really get through to me
And there's no need for you to talk that way
Is there any less pessimistic thing to say?


Do you like Paul Verlaine?
Is it gonna rain today?
Shall we have our photo taken?
We'll look like... Death and the Maiden
Ah Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine...

I still choose to lose the way I like
Fool around, split my lungs out of spite
But I won't reject so long as you make sense
But I'm through with the rooms and the vague intentions

You shouldn't talk to me - find better company
There's better people to know
You'll only end up like Rimbaud
Get shot by Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine...

The way you think is oh-so-bloody stale
Your sanity looks pretty frail
You have to clutch at every tiny straw
And I can't stomach that at all

Do you like Paul Verlaine?
Is it gonna rain today?
Shall we have our photo taken?
We'll look like... Death and the Maiden
Ah Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine, Verlaine...

1384 The Boy Least Likely To - Be Gentle With Me



Staring up into the solar system,
All the stars are fixed up in the sky.
I just want to sparkle for a moment
Before I just fizzle out and die.

I'm happy because I'm stupid.
Scared of spiders, scared of flying.
If I wasn't so happy,
I wouldn't be so scared of dying.

So just be gentle with me
(I'm not as young as I was)
And I'll be gentle with you
I'm not as brave as I thought
'Cause my heart gets broken so easily.
So just be gentle, be gentle with me.

Wide awake, waiting like a target
Listening for things I cannot see.
Insects flutter up against my window.
I don't like the way they look at me

i guess I've always needed
To be needed by someone.
It's a comforting feeling
Being under someone's thumb.

So just be gentle with me
(And if I am ever mean)
And I'll be gentle with you
I never mean to be mean
'Cause I want to pick peaches off of a cherry tree.
Just be gentle, be gentle, be gentle,
Be gentle with me.

So just be gentle with me
Trouble is sometimes
And I'll be gentle with you
I just can't switch myself off
When I want to so I never do
Because I'm mental, be gentle, be gentle,
Just be gentle, be gentle, be gentle
And I'll be gentle, be gentle, be gentle,be gentle with you.

1383 The Slackers -Have the Time



I could say that I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't say I have the time

For this time in your life, they'll say they'll be yours
For this time in your life, they say to have fun
Whoa, I know that
There's never enough time to do what you must, no
There's never enough to do what you must, so...

I could say that I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't say I have the time

For this time in your life, they say they'll be real
For this time in your life, you do what you feel
One more time, I said
There's never enough time to do what you want, no
There's never enough to do what you...time...time...one more time, I say...

I could say that I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't say I have the time

- solo -

It's never enough to do what you must
It's never enough to do what you time...time...one more time I said...

I could say that I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't say I have the time

quote:

Op zondag 7 juni 2009 14:29 schreef Relayer het volgende:
Mr. Jorn, ik kan je echt niet meer volgen. Dat je alleen Metallica post, heb ik geen probleem mee, maar Outlaw Torn hóger dan Master of Puppets???

Ik vind het nummer heel bijzonder en het heeft voor mij meer waarde dan Master Of Puppets. Ik ben uiteindelijk Metallica gaan luisteren doordat mijn broer mij de S&M cd gaf en zei dat ik dat nummer moest gaan luisteren. Vandaar. Daarnaast vind ik de (langer dan) 10 minuten versie echt supervet!
Btw, ik heb er ook een nummer van Linkin Park ingezet!

Deze legendarische band mag er ook wel wat vaker in.

1382: Led Zeppelin - Ten years gone



Then as it was, then again it will be
Though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea

Like stars of fortune
Each has separate rays
On the wings of maybe
Down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes
I didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest
He got so far to go

Changes fill my time
Baby, that's all right with me
In the midst I think of you
And how it used to be

Did you ever really need somebody
And really need 'em bad
Did you ever really want somebody
The best love you ever had
Do you ever remember me, baby
Did it feel so good
'Cause it was just the first time
And you knew you would

Turn the eyes and I sparkle
Senses growing keen
Tasting love along the way
See your feathers preen
Kind of make you feel sometimes
Didn't hard to grow
We are eagles of one nest
The nest is in our souls

Vixen in my dreams with great surprise to me
Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be
Oh darlin', oh darlin' (Repeat)
I'm never gonna leave you, I'm never gonna leave you
Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone (Repeat)

1381 Tom Pintens - De Nacht Van Spanje

Tom Pintens zat in het onvolprezen Zita Swoon en besloot voor zichzelf te gaan beginnen. Hij maakte al twee fraaie, Nederlandstalige albums. Samen met vriendin Ellen Schoenaerts schrijft hij mooie teksten en maakt hij fijne luisterpop. Dit nummer komt van het onlangs verschenen Winter Maakt Ons Vrolijk.

1380 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Red right hand



Take a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand

He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
But there won't be a single thing
That you can do.
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand

You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car?
He'll get you one
You ain't have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand

(Organ solo)

You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand

1378 St. Vincent - Now, now

Nog maar een zangeres dan:

Voor mijn Spaanse vriendin:

1377: Queen - Las palabras de amor



Don't touch me now
Don't hold me now
Don't break the spell darling
Now you are near
Look in my eyes and speak to me
The special promises I long to hear

Las palabras de amor
Let me hear the words of love
Despacito mi amor
Love me slow and gently

One foolish world so many souls
Senselessly hurled through
The never ending cold
And all for fear and all for greed
Speak any tongue
But for God's sake we need

Las palabras de amor
Let me hear the words of love
Despacito mi amor
Let me know this night and evermore

This room is bare
This night is cold
We're far apart and I'm growing old
But while we live
We'll meet again
So then my love
We may whisper once more
It's you I adore

Las palabras de amor
Let me hear the words of love
Despacito mi amor
Touch me now
Las palabras de amor
Let us share the words of love
For evermore evermore
For evermore

1376 Jeff Buckley - Eternal life

Nog een grootheid die we hier nog niet hebben aangetroffen. Van zijn magnus opum Grace, al klinkt de live versie nog ietsje steviger...



Eternal Life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin, man, just need one last nail
While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games
There's a flaming red horizon that screams our names

And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would
Pave the way for you?
You better turn around
and blow your kiss hello to life eternal, angel

Racist everyman, what have you done?
Man, you've made a killer of your unborn son...
Crown my fear your king at the point of a gun
All I want to do is love everyone...

And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would
Pave the way for you?
You better turn around
and blow your kiss hello to life eternal....

There's no time for hatred, only questions
What is love, where is happiness, what is Life,
where is peace?
When will I find the strength to bring me release?

And tell me where is the love in what your prophet has said?
Man, It sounds to me just like a prison for the walking dead
And I've get a message for you and your twisted hell
You better turn around and blow your kiss goodbye
to life eternal angel...

1375 David Thomas Broughton - Execution

Deze man maakte één van de merkwaardigste platen van 2006. Opgenomen in een kerk in Leeds. Alles in één keer op de band gezet. Vijf lange stukken, allen een beetje opgebouwd rond hetzelfde idee. Broughton speelt op zijn gitaar, meestal een fijne folkmelodie, en langzaam komen er wat vervreemdende effecten bij. Zijn stem lijkt soms op die van Antony. Zijn bizarre teksten hebben toch iets romantisch en unieks.



I wouldn't take her to an execution
I wouldn't take her to a live sex show
I wouldn't piss or shit on her would I
because I love her so.

1374 The Cult - Rain

Na ruim een uur in de regen te hebben gelopen, is het nu tijd voor een toepasselijk plaatje:



Hot sticky scenes, you know what I mean
Like a desert sun that burns my skin
I've been waiting for her for so long
Open the sky and let her come down
Here comes the rain
Here comes the rain
Here she comes again
Here comes the rain
Hot sticky scenes, you know what I mean
Like a desert sun that burns my skin
I've been waiting for her for so long
Open the sky and let her come down
Here comes the rain
Here comes the rain
Here she comes again
Here comes the rain
I love the rain
I love the rain
Here she comes again
Here comes the rain
Oh, rain
Rain
Rain
Oh, here comes the rain
I love the rain
Well, I love the rain
Here she comes again
I love the rain
Rain
Rain

Om nog even in stijl te blijven:

1372: Pain of Salvation - Pluvius Aestivus

1371 Talk Talk - Talk Talk

Werd nooit een hit in Nederland. Toch alleraardigst, deze single.



Well did I tell you before
When l was up
Anxiety was bringing me down
l'm tired of listening to you
Talking in rhymes
Twisting round to think
You're straight down the line

All you do to me is talk talk

If every sign that l see is to complete
Then l'm a fool in your game
And all you want to do
Is tell me your lies
Won't you show the other side
You're just wasting my time

All you do to me is talk talk

When every choice that l make is yours
Keep telling me what's right and what's wrong
Don't you ever stop to think about me
l'm not that blind to see
That you've been cheating on me

You're laughing at me when I'm up
Crying for me when I'm down
Laughing for me when l'm up
Crying for me

Alll you do to me is talk talk

1370 Cotton Mather - She's Only Cool

Leuke psychedelisch klinkende indieband, die in 1999 het fijne album Kontiki maakte.



She mixes you up and makes you come down
And I'm gone enough to fall for that now
She's only cool tonight and I've lost your sight
But that lullaby can never get me home
I've seen a few things I think you could say
My words fail me now and it's better that way
She's only cool tonight and I've lost your sight
But that lullaby can never get me home
Each night that I spend away is one more I have to behave
But she makes it seem so uncool not to cave, she's only cool tonight...

1369 Pink Floyd - Cymbaline

Een relatief onbekend liedje, die op het relatief onbekende album Music from the Film More staat. Daar ik de studioversie een beetje mat vind, zijn de live versies echt briljant.



The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is shear and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme

And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
And there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs
To magazines back home

And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me

The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You feel the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing size

And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me

And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me