FOK!s eigen Top 2000 #4

939: Kaiser Chiefs - Na Na Na Na Na

Waarschijnlijk geen enkele band waar in de bezetting zo vaak een gerommel was als Yes. Zo hadden we in de jaren '80 twee Yes-sen. Omdat dat juridisch natuurlijk niet mogelijk is, bleef de commerciele Yes Yes heten, en werd de ware Yes vernoemd naar de bandleden: Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe

938: Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe - Themes



i Sound
Instrumental

ii Second Attention

Be gone you ever piercing
Power Play machine
Cutting our musical solidarity
For those who would break the windows
Of our true reflections
And perceptions of the world
'For I am out of thee with a vengeance'

Do not play me
You will never hear this
You will never hear this
Only feel it

For too long I have danced
To your destiny
No longer fill my head
With empty dreams

Of reality and gold
Your reality
For I am away this side away to the second attention

I can never ever play it or sing it
For it can never be shouted down
Or played every stronger
As I feel this never ending
Pattern of nature

I don't believe in Devils
I don't believe in Demons
I only believe in you

iii Soul Warrior

Instrumental

937 The Pogues - Summer In Siam



When its summer in siam
And the moon is full of rainbows
When its summer in siam
And we go through many changes
When its summer in siam
Then all I really know
Is that I truly am
In the summer in siam

Een goede inleiding naar...

936: Rowwen Hèze - Shane



Sigaret in de hand
enne mond zonder tand
zoe stongde geej doar
ik haj ow noeit gezeen
't concert, 't begin
ik waas net twintig joar

en iederien wachtte
geej schold en geej lachte
't het neet lang gedeurd
ow wurd hoe ze krakte
en meej ien vur ien rakte
toen waas 't gebeurd

want als geej zingt
is alles wir vergeave
de tied stiet stil
't geveul giet van de rem
alles keumt wir neave
dor ow stem

we stonge, we keeke
de oore verstreke
geej waard in de buurt
'n paar joare latter
en wir net iets zatter
haj iemand gehuurd

geej kwaamt wir te laat
niemand wos hoe 't zaat
't vleegtuug gemist
en dan leepte gewoen
nar de microfoen
of ge nurgens van wist

If I should fall from grace
Fairytale of New York
A rainy night in Soho
Summer in Siam
The broad majestic Shannon
Dirty old town
The sunnyside of the street
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

donker pak, witte bloes
vanaf de hoes
staarde nar meej
alle muziek, al die name
ze ginge en kwame
ze trokke vurbeej
mar niemand din bleef
allien geej

[ Bericht 61% gewijzigd door Mostlyanthony op 20-09-2009 17:46:02 ]

935 The Rolling Stones - Let It Loose

A painful elegy volgens Allmusic.com



Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm
And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two.
Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to,
Some things, well, I can't refuse,
One of them, one of them the bedroom blues.
She delivers right on time, I can't resist a corny line,
But take the shine right off you shoes,
Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues.
Oo...

In the bar you're getting drunk, I ain't in love, I ain't in luck.
Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger,
Some face you'll never see no more.

Let it all come down tonight.
Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down.

934 Trockener Kecks - Tango aan zee


Helaas geen stream gevonden.

---

Het nachtcafe gaat dicht
En ik wankel over straat
Ik denk nu kom je thuis
En leest mijn briefje ik ben uit
Naast me zegt de man
Met wie ik uren heb gepraat
Ik weet nog wel een plek
Waar een cafe is dat nooit sluit

Ik denk dat ik nog niet naar huis kom

Hij leidt me naar de havens
Tussen schepen door
Dan zie ik het cafe
Aan het einde van een pier
De kroegbaas laat ons binnen
Hij brult welkom in mijn oor
Er klinkt gelach en ik ruik zweet
Vermengt met zware shag en bier

Ik denk niet dat ik nog thuis kom

De barman pakt mijn glas
Hij knikt en vult het tot de rand
En iemand roept He, Harry
Speel op je accordeon
Een verlopen vrouw staat op
En pakt me bij de hand
En we dansen hoewel ik niet wist
Dat ik zo dansen kon

Ik denk dat ik niet meer naar huis kom

Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee,
Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee
Niet naar huis kom

933 Pete and the Pirates - Mr Understanding



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932 Neutral Milk Hotel - Oh Comely



Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath,
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.
With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest.

But oh comely,
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
In your memory, you're drunk on your awe ,to me
It doesn't mean anything at all.

Oh comely,
All of your friends are all letting you blow,
Bristling and ugly, bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty, bright, and bubbly friend
You could need to say comforting things in your ear

But oh comely,
There isn't such one friend that you could find here.
Standing next to me,
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own.

Say what you want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracles aimed for me.

Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies,
While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park.
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums,
The music and medicine you needed for comforting.
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving,
And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me.
Soft silly music is meaningful magical,
The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries.
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers,
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines.
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.

Say what your want to say.
Hang for your hollow ways.
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracles aimed for me.

And I know they buried her body with others,
Her sister and mother and five-hundred families.
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.

Know all your enemies.

We know who our enemies are.

Goldaline, my dear,
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here.
There is sun and spring and green forever.

But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach.

Place your body here,
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine.

931: Phil Collins - Long long way to go



While I sit here trying to think of things to say
Someone lies bleeding in a field somewhere
So it would seem we've still got a long long way to go
I've seen all I wanna see today

While I sit here trying to move you anyway I can
Someone's son lies dead in a gutter somewhere
And it would seem that we've got a long long way to go
But I can't take it anymore

Turn it off if you want to
Switch it off it will go away
Turn it off if you want to
Switch it off or look away

While I sit and we talk and talk and we talk some more
Someone's loved one's heart stops beating in a street somewhere
So it would seem we've still got a long long way to go, I know
I've heard all I wanna hear today

Turn it off if you want to (turn it off if you want to)
Switch it off it will go away (switch it off it will go away)
Turn it off if you want to (turn it off if you want to)
Switch it off or look away (switch it off or look away)

Switch it off
Turn it off

930 Loudon Wainwright III - School Days



In Delaware when I was younger
I would live the life obscene
In the Spring I had great hunger.
I was Brando. I was Dean
Blaspheming, booted, blue-jeaned baby boy
Oh how I made them turn their heads
The townie, brownie girls, they jumped for joy
And begged me bless them in their beds

In Delaware when I was younger
I would row upon the lake
In the Spring I had great hunger
I was Keats. I was Blake.
My pimple pencil pains I'd bring
To frogs who sat entranced
My drift-dream ditties I would sing
The water strider danced

In Delaware when I was younger
They thought St. Andrew had sufficed
But in the Spring I had great hunger
I was Buddha. I was Christ.
You wicked wise men where you wonder
You Pharisees one day will pay
See my lightning, hear my thunder
I am truth. I know the way
In Delaware when I was younger

929: Pater Moeskroen - De duivel en God

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Toen de duivel en God nog eenzaam waren
Schiepen zij de mens als tijdverdrijf
Ze zaten elkaar toen al in de haren
Zo werden wij een mix van allebei
Ze hadden allebei de drang zich te bewijzen
God zei: Liefde wint het van de haat
Wat de duivel vulde met afgrijzen
Dus hij zei: geloof dat maar
Straks is het te laat!

In beginne dacht God: Ik ga het winnen
Liefde maakt er nieuwe mensen bij
Maar de duivel liep ook lekker binnen
Hele volkeren vergingen met de tijd
En als de duivel en God elkaar dan zagen
Zwegen zij elkander altijd dood
De duivel vond het te attent om iets te vragen
En God, ach, die voelde zich te groot

Het was aandoenlijk
Om te zien hoe ze daar zaten
Op die berg die het uitzicht
Op de aarde bood
Tussen de hemel en de hel
Zonder te praten
Want liefde en haat geef je niet bloot

En naarmate de jaren stil verstreken
Kwamen er steeds minder mensen bij
"Is er nog wel liefde, nu kinderen ontbreken?"
God was de tel volledig kwijt
Gelukkig voor hem was ook de duivel in nood
Steeds meer mensen bleven langer leven
Ze vochten nu met woorden en gingen minder dood
Zo moest dus ook de duivel wat toegeven

En de mensen geloofden geen van beiden
Die wisten best: haat komt uit passie voort
Geen God, geen duivel mag de mens bevrijden
Als liefde zelf een wapen wordt
God die was des duivels: Wat denken de mensen wel?
De duivel zei: 't Is Godsgeklaagd!
We gaan hier weg en snel!

Ze zijn nooit teruggekomen op die berg
Ze stelpen nu elkaars verdriet
En de mensen vinden dat niet erg
Ach, ze merkten het eigenlijk niet...

928 Jethro Tull - Heavy Horses



Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Last of the line at an honest days toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder.

The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie
With the shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating.

Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going.
And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods
Behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder

And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing
And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing.

Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.

Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horsemans cry

At once the old hands quicken ---
Bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---
Thrill to the sound of all
The heavy horses coming home.

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.

Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.

927 Leonard Cohen - The Stranger Song

De oude bard zelf maar weer eens. Beelden uit 1967!



It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.

And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

Ah you hate to watch another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
and suddenly you feel a littlt older

You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...

And leaning on your window sill ...

I told you when I came I was a stranger.

926 The Clash - Lose This Skin

A-typisch New Wave/folk nummer van The Clash gezongen door ene Tymon Dogg.



Come with me. I won't hide
We're going on a ride
We meet each day, use time to see
While we're young and almost free

I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in
Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

Do not turn or hate to see
All the things you think we've got
Do not turn or hate to see
What happened to the wife of Lot

We're alone or so they say
We're not on our own in that way
When we're alone it's real tough going
We can take a part in someone else's play

Come with me, I thought he said
But that's not him anymore, he's dead
What's it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me

924 The Gun Club - She's like heroin to me



I cannot get a look at it
so, I'm burning them on the deal anyway
I see her come down from the top of the stairs

I guess that I'd be cool, but there's a tickle in my veins
I've been a real good tombstone, but now I'm blowing away

She is like an eye-blue swimming pool
but, she will never know that she is there
we sit together drunk like our fathers used to be
I'm looking up and God is saying, "What are you gonna do?"
I'm looking up and I'm crying, "I thought it was up to you!"

but now

She's like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she cannot miss a vein

don't let her take her love to town
they will never fill her heart
she needs a passion like her father's used to be

I know, because I'm like the train shooting down the mainline
I know, because I'm like the Indian wind along the telegraph lines

and she's like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she cannot miss a vein

So mainline it!

I cannot get a look at it
so, I'm blowing back my trouble to the east
while we sit together sad like our fathers used to be

I know a perfect run by the sleep it puits in my heart
I know my special rider, I can feel her in the dark

she feels like Heroin to me
she feels like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she cannot miss a vein

923 Adam & The Ants - Stand and Deliver

Een totaal vergeten band en wat was ik fan als puber



I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
the devil take your stereo and your record collection!
the way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension!

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!

I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
the clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing
so what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
it's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!

and even though you fool your souls
your conscience will be mine
all mine

We're the dandy highwaymen so tired of excuses
of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses
we're the dandy highwaymen and here's our invitation
"throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation"

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!

and even though you fool your souls
your conscience will be mine, all mine

da diddley qa qa da diddley qa qa
da diddley qa qa da diddley qa qa

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!....

quote:

Op maandag 21 september 2009 20:32 schreef Bookie65 het volgende:

Een totaal vergeten band

Die verzamelaar ligt standaard in mijn auto. Draai hem regelmatig

922 Television - Marquee Moon



I remember
how the darkness doubled
I recall
lightning struck itself.
I was listening
listening to the rain
I was hearing
hearing something else.

Life in the hive puckered up my night,
the kiss of death, the embrace of life.
There I stand neath the Marquee Moon Just waiting,
Hesitating...
I ain't waiting

I spoke to a man
down at the tracks.
I asked him
how he don't go mad.
He said "Look here junior, don't you be so happy.
And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad."

Well a Cadillac
it pulled out of the graveyard.
Pulled up to me
all they said get in.
Then the Cadillac
it puttered back into the graveyard.
And me,
I got out again.

quote:

Op maandag 21 september 2009 20:33 schreef cafca het volgende:

[..]

Die verzamelaar ligt standaard in mijn auto. Draai hem regelmatig

Ik heb nog steeds een pick-upspeler .

920 Gruppo Sportivo - Tokyo



In Tokyo, I’ve got it made
In Tokyo, I’m on the hitparade
In Tokyo, I’ve got a million fans
In Tokyo, they know who I am

Tokyo, I’m on my way,
And in my new toyota it’s not so far away
Tokyo, I’m on my way
And in my new Toyota it’s not so far away

In Tokyo, they don’t have stereo
They’re playing all the tophits, in kimono
In Tokyo, geisha’s dream away
When I play rock ‘n’ roll, hey hey
When I play rock ‘n’ roll, hey hey

Tokyo, I’m on my way
And in my new Toyota it’s not so far away
Tokyo, I’m on my way
And in my new Toyota it’s not so far away

quote:

Op maandag 21 september 2009 21:35 schreef Bookie65 het volgende:
920 Gruppo Sportivo - Tokyo

.......
In Tokyo, they don’t have stereo
They’re playing all the tophits, in kimono
.......

919: Mostly Autumn - Helm's Deep