FOK!s eigen Top 2000 #3

Op zaterdag 3 januari 2009 15:08 schreef yvonne het volgende:
Ieder jaar vaste prik, de Top 2000 op radio2.

Maaaaar, de leuke nummers komen of niet aan bod, of veranderen nooit van plaats.

Hier FOK!s eigen Top 2000.

Spelregels:

Let op de juiste nummering.
Zoek songteksten erbij, of hoezen of plaatjes van de band, ditjes en datjes uit die tijd, wees creatief
Ga niet als ene dolle zitten volposten, maar zoek op je gemak een nummer dat jij op die plaats vindt horen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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Die hoort minstens in de top 3

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

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mee eens

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

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

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

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???

Here comes the pain again.
Here comes the pain again.
Never give in.
Never give in.

Said I'd never love again.
I was a virgin then.
I was alone and I still am.

Here comes the pain
Here comes the pain

Feel like an alien.
I am my only friend.
I can't relate to you or them.

Death's just up around the bend.
Don't really suck it in.
It's a beginning and not an end.

Here comes the pain

It's not enough, physical touch

Op vrijdag 12 juni 2009 21:33 schreef cafca het volgende:

De man die eigenlijk de zanger van Led Zeppelin zou worden, maar dacht dat hij solo meer succes zou hebben

Op zondag 21 juni 2009 12:18 schreef icebliss het volgende:
1337 The Hives - Introduce the Metric System In Time

Inclusief Nederlandse meisjes op skelters (?):

Stephanie on the run (the Hives - Introduce the Metric System in Time)

The Hives - Introduce The Metric System In Time lyrics

SPOILER
Been trying for all my life but I can't add up your subtraction.
Work, eat, play then go to sleep that won't get me no satisfaction.
Gotta find a way out, yeah a way out of this mess.
So sick of trying to make my time last and ending up with less.
I know your way of doing things and it has lost it's attraction.
Why settle for twenty-four when I can have a hundred fractions.
Who knew I'd be the one pulling off the perfect crime.
So here's my new line I'll change your mind and the metric system to time.
Caused trouble all over town and it's bound to start a reaction.
Metric time will come around it's gonna overtake your contraction
I've found a way out yeah a way out of this stress.
I made my time last and it's total success.
Got my way of doing things and it's bound to gain your attraction.
A hundred hours is my supply it's gonna give us all satisfaction.
No doubt I'd be the one pulling off the perfect crime.
So here's my new line I'll change my mind and the metric system to time.

Op zondag 21 juni 2009 17:10 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
1333 Trevor Rabin - Getting To Know You Better

De man die Yes wat meer FM-spice gaf (ik weet nu al van wie ik commentaar ga krijgen

) met 1 van zijn eerdere solo-singles. Rawk on!

Trevor Rabin - Getting To Know You Better

Op dinsdag 23 juni 2009 20:09 schreef Bookie65 het volgende:
1319 The Clash - If Music Could Talk

If Music Could Talk - The Clash

(The Clash/Dread)
*Left Channel*
Make sure!
Taking cover in the bunker tonight
Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights
I feel alright
Gotta Fender Stratosphere
I can do anything tonight
It's in neon lights an' global rights
Frank? He's on the phone
There ain't no German girl outside
But who cares when its warm inside?
With music
Special mystery of music tragically
Exchanging slaves for majesties
Modern waves of tragedy
Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots
A shiny grey mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash my glass and shout shanghi
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you lonesome tonight
And do ya need a country cowboy
Who's just thin and tight in those
Brrrr bus depot jeans
With a squirt resistant stud stud
Hey stoner
Get over there in the spliffbunker one
Becos London Bridge was sold somehow
But it was too old anyhow
When Uncle Sam has broken down
We'll make him down in old Japan
Say yeee
Well there ain't no better blend
Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men
Where the wind blows
I ain't seen none like that scenery
You can see from a bus if you pay the price
Wave my arms around
Flag one of those taxi's maybe
I saw a girl somewhere somehow
Forever sticks in my mind somehow
I've just got three lines
And a pair of two's
Like a lucky roll of dice that you
You cast
*Right Channel*
If music could talk!
Which means
Whatever your mind can bring
Likethe apple fell off the tree
Pah! Fell right on his head
Yeah many years ago
There was a man who said
I am a shaman
A voodoo shaman
Got in trouble so he's going out
Mixing up and Haiti! Oh!
And the crickets
Buddy Holly said it was
Brrr Brrr yiii!
If music could talk you know
I feel kinda lonely
Standing out on the floor
Of Electric Ladyland...
Cos this is a good question Samson
Are you partly Arabic?
Chi man! Whatcho all about
I don't want to I can't hope to
Say it all in one go
Occasionally once or twice
A day I feel alive enough to say
Let's hear what the drummerman's
Got to say about
He said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not?
Sept 12 until October
If they pack 2 piece
Colt pair of shoots
We got the shiny grey Mexican suits
I'm just wasting a great big
Corporation and the entire fund
The girders of Wall Street
And thetemples of money
And the high priests
Of the expense account
And Im wasting the whole thing
I come down in Yamaha-ha
They make the best pianos-time to step-up

I was born on the cemetery
Under the sign of the moon
Raised from my grave by the dead
I was made a mercenary
In the legions of hell
Now I'm king of pain, I'm insane

[SOLO: HANK]

You know my only pleasure
Is to hear you cry
I'd love to hear you cry
I'd love to feel you die
And I'll be the first
To watch your funeral
And I'll be the last to leave
I'd love to hear you cry

[SOLO: HANK]

And when you're down beyond the ground
I'll dig up your body again
And make love to shame
Oh lady cry, and say goodbye
Oh lady cry, and say goodbye

You've gotta say goodbye
'Cause I will eat your mind

[SOLO: MICHAEL & HANK & MICHAEL]

I’m still thinking about elmo
Elmo 5 o’clock special
I’m still thinking about you
A thousand ways to kill you
I’m still dreaming in pink
Gives me the reason to think
When I lay down my head I’m still okay
When I lay down my head to go to bed

Where do you fit in

Didn’t say to come in
Where the hell have you been
I can see you’re excited
You can tell you’re invited
Justify your evil ways
Make up for lost days
Didn’t mean to close the door
When I threw you to the floor
Didn’t mean to close the door
On my personal whore

Where do you fit in

You run out of expression
You let me make a suggestion
You’ve left a scratch on my face
I can see to this day
You’re no innocent man
Come and catch me if you can
Didn’t have the time of day
But I fucked him anyway
Didn’t have the time of day to play

Op zondag 28 juni 2009 07:43 schreef Bookie65 het volgende:
1301 The Panty Liners - Dead Men Calling

De eerste Britse punkband. Een soort London Calling van The Clash, maar dan uit 1973.

Op zondag 28 juni 2009 13:40 schreef ranja het volgende:

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google kent ze niet, rym kent ze niet, is dit een echt band?

Op zondag 28 juni 2009 13:48 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:
Tuurlijk niet, hehe.

Op zondag 28 juni 2009 13:48 schreef newbiedoobiedoo het volgende:

Tuurlijk niet, hehe.

In the late 1990’s into the twentieth century
The idols, the press darlings are the faceless djs
That’s not to say that I’m not, a techno disco lover
I keep it under cover

Chorus:
(I just want some personality) give me action and drama
(who to look up to, who I’m supposed to be) give me ’80’s madonna
(I just want some personality) give me action and drama
(who to look up to, who I’m meant to be) give me club tropicana

I’m no pro-retro know-all, I want faces for the future
I’d like my idols human not programmed in computers
Pop music’s not gonna die, it just has no direction
We need a plan of action

Chorus x2

I’ll be getting fresh at the weekend
Throwing myself in at the deep end
Trying to keep up with the dj
He has no voice and no say

(I just want some personality) give me action and drama
(who to look up to, who I’m supposed to be) give me ’80’s madonna
(I just want some personality) give me action and drama
(who to look up to, who I’m meant to be) give me bananarama

Sigur Rós uitspraak (info·uitleg) is een IJslandse post-rockband. De groep bestaat uit zanger/gitarist Jón Þór 'Jónsi' Birgisson, bassist Georg 'Goggi' Hólm, toetsenist Kjartan 'Kjarri' Sveinsson en drummer Orri Dýrason. De band staat bekend om de kopstem van Jónsi en de symfonische, melodische klanken, ook wel omschreven als 'intense droomrock'.

Op zondag 28 juni 2009 13:40 schreef ranja het volgende:

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google kent ze niet, rym kent ze niet, is dit een echt band?

Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 20:41 schreef methodmich het volgende:
Bookie, dat moet 1284 zijn.

Op zondag 28 juni 2009 13:53 schreef Tup het volgende:

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......punkband ....... muzikaal matig.

Op donderdag 2 juli 2009 08:49 schreef cafca het volgende:
like, duh!

Watching my head, holding my face
One more evening gone to waste
No longer do I know my place
Killing time and missing my cues
Watching her belong to you
Tears could only change my view

Take the L out of lover
and it's over

Growing up has always been tough
Good intentions never good enough
I would take you far away
Do anything to make you stay

Every drink and cigarette
All those hands we never met
There are things we should forget
Now its over
Over

Op donderdag 23 juli 2009 22:01 schreef Drikske het volgende:
1215 Mars Volta - Roulette dares (Haunt of)

Je ziet het helaas maar al te vaak. Men hoort een symfoplaat van acht minuten, hoort wat tempowisselinkjes, een jammerende gitaar of bombastisch orkest -bij voorkeur uit de jaren 70- en men bombardeert het toch een klassieker. Denk aan Queen,

Op donderdag 23 juli 2009 23:59 schreef Siniti het volgende:

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En wat is er mis met Queen?

Jesus was a terrorist
Enemy of the state
That's what the Romans labeled him
So he was put to death

He died for his beliefs
What's changed today?

Today bible-thumping cannibals
Reap money from his name
Buy cable networks & power
With old ladies' checks

If Jesus saw Pat Robertson
What do you think he'd say?
Tax free they re-write our laws
And stick 'em on you
Women don't control their bodies
TV preachers do

Censor everything from bathing suits
To science books
From the schoolroom to the bedroom
They want our thoughts - or else

They treat us like the Romans
Used to treat the Christians
Even some church-going folks are scared.

Modern catacombs of fear
Built with money, power, and threats
Rock 'n Roll is labeled porn
Sell a record, you're under arrest

Instead of fighting AIDS
They try to stop us having sex
They brag that they won't quit
Till they take dominion over our lives

Is freedom of speech such a terrorist act
Is spiritual peace such a satanic threat
Believe what you want
But we'll fight to keep
Our heads from being cemented in your sand