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Op vrijdag 6 december 2002 12:44 schreef el_bario het volgende:
quote uit Beastie Boys - Super Disco Breakin' (hello Nasty)

...and when I am in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken

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tsja, als je beastie boys lyrics moet gaan spuien hier ben je enorm lang bezig

Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you

Clever Not Beautiful
Sharks follow my trail
and it won't be long
they've fallen for the oldest trick in the book
it never goes wrong
mask and snorkel and a bottle of ketchup
those desperate old shark fins
start to circle me in anger

be clever not beautiful
If your goal is pure survival
just be clever not beautiful

Poets lock up your words
your tongues are all tied
let it read in every history book
that the poets all tried to
lull us with lilting songs of a struggle
to mountain up a notion/ocean
that we were something more than animals

be clever not beautiful
If your goal is pure survival
just be clever not beautiful

not like your face as we roam in the garden
not as the earthworms gather beneath your feet
you gave it all away for free
as we sun our winter bellies in your spring

Dark Tranquillity- Monochromatic Stains

There is this face in the still water
I can't remember ever wearing
Like fingerprints on your heart
Reading out the last lines of code
To the untrained eye a secret
I bled away the last of you

Sought trust in shapes of combined results
that trickles from a less than solid case
Fought off attacks of resurfaced lust
Burn the gracing grounds

What will give in first
the body or the lash
Monochromatic stains
Who will cave in first
the leader or the fake
Monochromatic stains

This pile of ashes of a soul
informant pokes abound
These sickly little fingers
Get away from me

Tread not the path of least restraint
each piece of evidence a lie, a lie
The body, the face all items in place
I don't remember a thing

A sacrifice made to the loss of mind
Folly a man's demise

Track now the stains that allow my fall
sickening, the sight of it all
Never shall I claim my innocence
I just was not there

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Op vrijdag 6 december 2002 13:26 schreef wok het volgende:
wie zegt dat deathmetal bands geen goede teksten kunnen schrijven?

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Op vrijdag 6 december 2002 13:26 schreef wok het volgende:
wie zegt dat deathmetal bands geen goede teksten kunnen schrijven?

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seven a.m.,
the garbage truck beeps as it backs up
and I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away.
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse signifying the end but I missed the best part.
Could we please go back to start?

Forgive my indecision

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

eleven a.m.,
by now you would think that I would be up
but my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made.
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in
that old fear.

Forgive my indecision... I am only a man

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

Twelve pm and my dusty telephone rings.
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you.

To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same, as I do, is a Three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me
That I can't explain
So would I be out of line, If I said
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on, the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone ten days, but already I am wasting away
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know, that I care
And I miss you

"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week
Which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men."*

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
An I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
when it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
for their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
and government officials
for example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
as popular war advances.
Peace is closer"**

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
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Drums: Steven Adler
Bass: Duff
Lead and Rhythm Guitars/ Acoustic Guitar: Slash
Vocals: Axl
Piano: Dizzy Reed
Background Vocals: Duff, Dizzy

* Strother Martin - from the film
"Cool Hand Luke"
** Peruvian Guerilla General

I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore

No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore

No, I..
No, I...

Forgive them that tear down my soul
Bless them that they might grow old
And free them so that they may know
That it's never too late

For the many times would seem like a memory
I searched and found the way to choose to the end
I found the ways, why it had to be
Mired in denial and so afraid

If we ever find it soon
That we have the strength to choose
Free the ball, the chain
We built together

I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
And I can't find my way back, my way anymore

No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore

Night with its shattered teeth attempts to speak
My pen is present but courage left via the sink
And I'm sorry I snuck up on you from behind
I'm sorry not all my love letters did rhyme
And I'm sorry that Jesus died for my sins
And I swear to God it won't happen again
And I'm sorry if it was my swerve that tempted you to sway
Oh well, sometimes it be that way=

And Romeo was a very nice man
He said "Jewel, I don't think you quite understand"
And I'm sorry if you had to explain it like this
I'm sorry I was a point you were destined to miss
And I'm sorry I spoke to you irreverently
Down in the hollow by the old olive tree
And I'm sorry if my heart breaking ruined your day
Oh well, sometimes It be that way

Chorus:

I said "Oh well, I got nothing left to sell
This love was a bell that rang unheard in the air
I was bound to find out that you didn't care
Oh well, sometimes it be that way

And Aphrodite with her neon lamp
Kissed Neptune they put her face on a stamp
And I'm sorry I used it to mail a letter to you
I'm sorry I'm glue and the rest bounces off of you
And I'm sorry not even this jet's metal wings
Could get across these simple things
And I'm sorry if I ever sang your name in vain
Oh well, sometimes it be that way

And Goldilocks, well she knew three bears
They all ate oatmeal and tiptoed upstairs
And I'm sorry I never got to find you like this
Sleeping like a baby and swaddled in bliss
And I'm sorry for all the times
I forgot to imply something in between the lines
And i'm sorry if I ever caused you pain
Oh well, sometimes it be that way

Chorus:
I said "Oh well, I got nothing left to sell
This love was a bell that rang unheard in the air
I was bound to find out that you didn't care
Oh well, sometimes it be that way

And shadow's long fingers they dance on the wall
Electricity chases its tail in the hall
And I'm sorry my arms to you were just empty rooms
I'm sorry I never could comfort you
And I'm sorry St. Petersburg is a miserable town
And I'm sorry if I am bringing you down
And I'm sorry if it was my love that rained on your parade
Oh well, sometimes it be that way

And flame licks the air with its silver tongue
Night has many hands but I have just one
And I'm sorry I walked in on you unexpectedly
I'm sorry I never served you Chamomile tea
And I'm sorry I didn't always have a match
That could start a fire big enough for your heart to catch
And I'm sorry if it was my swerve that tempted you to sway
Oh well, sometimes it be that way

And I'm sorry if my heart breaking ruined your day
And I'm sorry if it was my heart breaking that ruined your parade
And I'm sorry if it was my love that rained on your parade
And I'm sorry if my love ruined your day
And I'm sorry if I was just a game you didn't always want to play
And I'm sorry if it was I that caused you pain
And i'm sorry if I ever caused you pain
And I'm sorry if I ever sang your name in vain

Heideroosjes - Break The Public Peace!

We've got to break the public peace
Force those suckers down to their knees
We've got to make them fuckin' show
That suit and tie guy can't play with us, oh no

We've got to stick together as one
Our fight ain't over, it has just begun
We've got to break the public peace
To save the ones we love, the kids, the trees

So tell your mommy you won't be home for dinner
And tell your daddy you will do what he was too scared for
The fight for freedom within yourself
Don't rely on others, it's your choice and no one else's

We won't cut our hair to get a job
We won't act macho to become a cop
We won't suck your dick to be in your scene
We won't wear a suit if that's what you call clean

We've got to let them hear our voice
If we want to survive, it's the only choice
We've got to go back to the basics of nature
To discover we're a hell of a creature

Break it, Break it, the public peace!

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

speak the truth don't you dare lie to me
I've seen it all before you disagree
the way you always attack all the things that you say
the way your turn your back and then you walk away
shut your mouth and open up your eyes
you better take your time and try to realize
that no one's free from sin and when I look at you
I scream within WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
you raise yourself up to a higher degree and look down in disgust at our misery
you're no better than your enemy
but it's easy to hate what you just can't be
don't deny the fact that you're a mortal man
you can't escape from death when it's close at hand
don't sit upon a pedestal and raise your voice
if you're to deaf to listen to the peoples
choice
truth tell me the truh the truth motherfucker
tell me the truth tell me the truth tell me the truth
the truth you sucker
you play us out and you take us all for fools
but I never understood who even made the rules
I'll make my stand against supermacy
cos hypocritical goverments threaten me
I know you ain't blind and I know you're aware
but your ego's to big for you to even care
the doors are wide open but your eyes are closed
you're unable to look any further than your nose
you open your mouth and all I hear is lies
you keep spreading your message that I despite
because the game you're playing is so easy to see
it's just another repeat of our history
you talk about peace it's a very strong word
it's always being said but it's never been heard
hi-tec weapons are here to reasure it
but I've never seen a time when they've done a shit for it
Truth.....
kick it to me now cos I just can't figure
take a small mistake and make a small one bigger
equality's a word have you ever even heard it
I guess not and you don't deserve it
turning your backs on the problems that surface
I get a feeling that you're doing it on purpose
your mide is SLIME so please resign
you can't control your own life don't try to tule mine
Truth.....

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Op vrijdag 6 december 2002 16:42 schreef Reddiablo het volgende:
Jeff Buckley / Lover, You should have come over

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Op donderdag 25 april 2002 22:29 schreef DrMarten het volgende:
Neil Young - Like a Hurricane

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LINOLEUM
NOFX

Possessions never meant anything to me
(Cause I've got none) I'm not crazy!
Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar
And a dog named "Dog", who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor!
So what, so what, so what?
I've got
pockets full of
kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
just seems to fall right down my leg
and on the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe

That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change

That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head

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Aesop Rock -- No Regrets
Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
"Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
She said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away

(Chorus: x2)
1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

(Chorus x2)

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

(Chorus x2)

1 2 3...
A B C...

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Offspring - Amazed

Sometimes I think I'm gonna drown
Cause everyone around's so hollow
I'm alone
Sometimes I think I'm going down
But no one makes a sound
They follow
And I'm alone
Yeah if I make it I'd be amazed
Just to find tomorrow
One more day and I'd be amazed
Just to see it waiting
And if I make it I'm still alone
No more hope for better days
But if I could change
Then I'd really be amazed
And when you know you can't relate
To one more shiny face
Your heart breaks
No one cares
And when you know you can't go on
Cause everything is wrong
Your heart breaks
But no one's there

Offspring - Come Out And Play

You gotta keep 'em separated

Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guys colors and the others don't mix
They're gonna bash it up
Hey - man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey - man you disrespecting me?
Take him out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey come out and play
By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope

Offspring - Pay The Man

See the way the wind blows
Lives are intertwined
Watch the way the world goes
The man deals out our plight

Jester in the corner
Laughs without a sound
Jester in the corner
Malady abounds
In our souls

See the way the sun sets
Twilight of this life
The man is making little bets
Playing with our lives

All that I believe now
Anything is possible
A simple explanation
For the evil in this world
And in our souls
In our souls

Come down to sorry and sable
It's always the man
Always keeping you down

Bow down cause I see it before me
Shadow and light
That always keeps you running

Shut up you talk too much
Pay the man
Shut up you talk too much

Look at you and your struggle for freedom
But you ain't nothing
We all pay the man for living

Wouldn't it be nice for a change now
To be unchained
My life is for me now
But this is life
Pay the man

Shut up you talk too much
Pay the man
Shut up you talk too much
Pay the man

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Jean Grae -- Block Party

Listen
I don't wanna preach or come off bitter, this is a commentary auditory
Editorial, about the state of things, state of mind and state of being
What the fuck is goin on? How the fuck we gonna make it out?
It's hectic, from asbestos filled classrooms
to the stench of death that's still in New York
The air is thick with it, but it reaches further
Like the world murder rate
Circulate, cultivate your mind and soul, your heart and your body
So stagnant; niggaz, get off your block and travel
Stop actin like your flesh is metal and your hood's a magnet
We need to globalize, further spread on this earth
to appreciate the full value of individual worth
To realize how ridiculous the thought of ownership is
and protectin your turf - that's bullshit man
That's how we got colonized
Missionaries create foreign schools and change the native way & thinkin
So in ten years, we can have a foreign Columbine
in some small village in the Amazon, c'mon man

[Chorus]
You need to get out your house, get off your block, and see somethin
Go do somethin, go CHANGE somethin, or else we fall for nothin
You need to, travel the world
And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl..
and your man and your man and your man.. you understand?
So spread the word

[Verse Two]
It's every man for himself
That's why the black community is lackin in wealth, there's no unity
We soon to be chillin with rich white folk
and that means that we made it
Let our kids go hungry before our wardrobe is outdated
Rap careers are drug related, ballplayers, we need more lawyers
More housin and job created, why we waitin for it to be given?
We need to get up, and get out, and make our own livin
Instead of just makin more, inner-city children
More doctors in your building, righteous cops next door
If the system's corrupt, then change it
Fought for the right to vote, don't even use it
Forget electoral winnin
The way the world's goin, we in the ninth inning
Heh, and we still aren't up to bat
Niggaz is happy just to have the rights to sit on the bench
Like floor seats is alright, and that's as far as we reach
Materialistic values, not morals, that's what we teach
I see it in the youth, hungry for fame and money
Not for knowledge and pursuit of the truth
Pick up a book or a newspaper
Take a free class in politics or human behavior
We need to stop actin victimized, it's like we're day-walkin blind
Open your eyes, there's a whole world out there

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
And you don't have to agree, or just be happy
Content and lose your hunger, push further
Cause I don't believe that pipe dreams exist
The world is what you make it, your life is all that you got
So take it to the limit
Why would you deny your spirit growth and happiness?
And if your peoples hold you back, they not your peoples at all
You know the, misery cliche
Ladies, know your worth; the way we givin it up
We might as well auction ourselves on eBay, to the lowest bidder
So what if his dough is better? Money doesn't make the man
Maybe self-sufficiency would better make you understand
Let's get it together
There's so much promise and it's just goin to waste
We turn crude, lack of class, lack of taste
And trust, they laughin at us
It's slow genocide
And I don't care how many bottles of Cristal you pop
It won't un-expose you as a known pedophile
Native child, runnin wild, to the ends of the earth
I'll see y'all at the last hundred miles, bet

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

{*conversation to fade*}

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Ook een mooie tekst, die ook wel licht op mij slaat
{* Reintje is kind van Murphy's Law)

Alanis Morisette - Ironic

Little black girl
This is a song for you
In case the world is busy
And forgets to sing to you
They've more important ships to sail
Like building malls and saving whales
So they don't see
That you're the real endangered species
Little black girl
Can't always believe what you see
It doesn't mean you're dumb
Just cuz no one smart looks like you on TV
That foul mouthed lady on the news
In her houseshoes and curlers isn't you
Nor an indication of what you should aspire to
Cuz it's a minor miracle just to make your graduation
When nowhere in your world is a hint of validation
This is not political, it's personal
My empathy runs deep
Cuz you see, it happened to me
So little black girl
This is a song for you
May not be too much
But it's the least I could do
Cuz when I look into your eyes
I see myself and that is why
I give you this and pray it saves you
From feeling like I did
Little black girl

Broken doll baby
And she says that life's a waste
It doesn't have to be that way

Dad threw away her mom
Her mom gave up his name
Crucified by their words
Nailed by shame

She stares into the sun
Self-inflicted pain
She sees that they're blind
Why does she take all the blame

The rhyme has changed compulsion rules
Mary's little lambs are now raised by wolves
A voyeur with wings flashes a cure
She knows forbidden things they have a lovely lure

It's alright it's ok
Welcome to this life
Killin' time
Just watchin' the grass grow

It's alright it's ok
Welcome to this life
Don't worry sweet baby
Cuz it's over before you know

Persecuted she's not normal
I envy her strange ways
Seven deadly sins
Seize the hour seize the day

Her ideas need expression
Her wounds never bleed
Her beauty lives in my eyes
Too bad she can't see

She doesn't try I watch her spirits die
But giving up the ghost would feel so good
A voyeur with wings flashes a cure
She knows forbidden things they have a lovely lure

It's alright it's ok
Welcome to this life
Killin' time
Just watchin' the grass grow

It's alright it's ok
Welcome to this life
Don't worry sweet baby
Cuz it's over

Chorus 2x

Crumbling Camelot idle teardrops
Cloudy diamonds freebase funhouse
Expecting to fly but she's just standing still
Every time she gets it up she just can't close the deal

So she gives herself another way out
Walks her dog for the 50th time and
Files her nails till they bleed and she cries now
She doesn't have to try

Någon hade sagt att jag var feg
Lilla Ego fy skäms
Att Jag alltid stod där bakom och höll med
Sanningen känns
Jag har skuggat dig i kylan
en hel dag
för att lämna tillbaks
den undanflykt
som Jag stal

Tar 2:an sitter ensam längst bak
Lilla Ego sitt still
Jag har gått i dina fotspår hela dan
till Hagnesta Hill
Den första snön har fallit allt är halt
och min halsduk blev kvar
på en hållplats
utanför stan...

Jag samlar allt mitt mod där vid allén
Lilla Ego har rymt
Jag skrek med målbrottsröst jag hatar er
som barn var jag grym
Den här känslan som Jag har
är inte min
Den blev kvar, är den din?
Den smakar som Du...

Det är tårar
Kan man gråta som en karl?
Snälla Du förlåt mig
Jag glömde vem Jag var
snälla sluta lyssna
Glöm allt Jag sa
Jag mår bra
Du måste lämna mig i fred

Det är tårar
Kan man gråta som en karl?
Snälla Du förlåt mig
Jag glömde vem Jag var
snälla sluta lyssna
Glöm allt Jag sa
Jag mår bra
Du måste lämna mig i fred

Jag behöver ingen hjälp
Vill Du hjälpa hjälp dig själv
Jag behöver ingen hjälp
så lämna mig i fred
Lämna mig i fred

Engelse versie (Geen letterlijke vertaling!)

I“ve been waiting for my brilliance to
shine through
like waiting would do
I“ve been called a little coward more
than once
It hurts when it“s true
I“ve been following your footprints in
the snow
Trying to return the excuses that I stole

I“m the first on and the last off the bus
Little ego be stil
And I fight the cold wind back up the street
To Hagnesta Hill
and the darkness and the snow fallen as one
and I lost my scarf
at a busstop on the outskirts of town

I gather all the courage and the hate
Little ego goes wild
And my voice broke I finally reached
that age
I was cruel as a child
If this feeling that remains is not mine
then it“s something new
Maybe my brilliance shining through

It“s noisy, can“t think I can“t speak
I“m tired of handshakes so please
Get rid of this crowd I can“t breathe here
anymore
You just have to let me go, you just have to
let me go

It“s noisy, can“t think I can“t speak...

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El-P -- The Nang , The Front , The Bush & The Shit

(Pass me the tiger piss)
I tunnel rat into the hidden habits of collage dog inferno
No turning paths back(charlie attack!)
The half man have orders to burn the village
And come out with both hands intact
I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I catcall with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard form the Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to hang
From the leg of this last chopper

Son of an obese burner perturbed to grow in a row
Of rotating blood colors on brick textures
And others modified climates make nasty tongue plunge
(head shots)
With opposite of chameleon blends from cartoon dreadnoughts
There was this parasite inside my wide intestinal tract
That took over my bark box before I had a chance to take my life back
And his deformed banter suprised me (where at?)
At the recruiters office, learning how to get a head in advertising
He said:
"Sure, others have passed, this is a gate to definition
But thats not the singular attraction to the setup
Not the action or the sacrifice of past draftees
Actually more of a layaway ducats plan
For the young get up and go out motivators
See the new soldiers smolder different
From that antiquated taste of stately hatred"
Well I came from melting options on the D train to the lobby
See academics played second in my life
To unmatriculated brain hobbies
And I admire the dedication to you ranks
Plus want the training
Loss is not a big problem it's all about what I'd be gaining,
"Well you'll get power, respect, an audience, a check, a car, Money for
school, honey with uniform fetish on your tool,
You'll travel, form bonds, be a part of something
have a structure, catch bullets..."
(catch bullets?)
"...I meant cash bonus
See this gold plaque, you could own it
After killing half a million
It's such a good feeling
To earn your country's respect and love
So what do you say son, are you my man?"
Fuck it, sign me up

Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang
The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang
Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang
The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang

I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I cat call with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard form the Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to hang
From the leg of this last chopper

Emerson Lake Palmer aka dirty larva spray harder
What a marvelous martyr maker
50 gig tone hold old dusty digital makeup
Melt with me slower this round
Technical retardation sound round one sound the hardest
Heartless
Heartless harvest, farthest, farenheit alotted
The hot shit, hopped up and shifty
Shift shit sickly, monster
ancient makeshift ministry mic on Nervous slur
bomb teleprompter, sights on
Laser head looks like a linguist
fighter lights flurry down Rounds like a ration
Allied force stranded
Stranded like a lord of the bugs and disbanded
Better bring the band aids
Hustle shit fantasy gun talk
Erotic logic walks out of boxes
Dead thug hug slug, metal like molten
De-evolve thug, crawl back in the ocean
Hoppy Horatio choke on broke potion
Broke and most potent to float, flank the facts
Face the fucks with flak jackets
Jack of all trade
Embargos, faded like '88 Kane fashion
I'm back like packers
Mongoloid melody tracked backwards, broken into fragments
With terpuntine flows that broke down biblical tablets
Broken down handicapped cats leave in traction
The breath of sick death leaves a chest convexed with no F
Six steps to infected waste container misery
Fat thighs chafe in the summer from humidity, humid unhuman
Brains that bloom tulips
Caught between animal thoughts and what was taught by Confucious B-boy
lucid, ugly motherfucker for faces of art addicts
Just for my people
Persecute plagiarist dangerous at a close range
Dose brains close to the range
To rope frames for the celebrity roast
Most celebrity aspirations get tossed in the moat
With the mackerel, actual track catapult
Corpses act animate
Walk around the back yard munching on brain cabinets
Sad but erratic
Irregular predator with bad brain magic
Magic is a Siegfried and Roy with boy special
Batter the tapestry with bruises
Born to leak from alpine box in hot cruiser (straight bruiser)
With chain mail coats and bullet proof chokers
The most you can hope is to only get half choked
That's half a joke
I'm adamant, AWOL to the last atom
Active ax handler, handle hurt merchandise
Flirt, with inert word device devised
Formed pertinent ties
Tied to word commando kids, rise
Show me those New York eyes
Isolation eats at the face of phrase biters
Bite bleak void, small world big noise
Swallowed by void, wallow with toys
Hollow metal slugs penetrated
Just demonstrated
Fuck your fake face I hate it

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Micheal Franti & Spearhead -- Stay Human

This one's dedicated to all the freaky people out there
All those lovely freaks and weirdos
who just tryin' to make it through life, you know what I'm sayin'
Sometimes it's rough out there, try to keep a sense of humor
Try to stay human, know what I'm sayin

Starvation is a creation of the devil, a rebel
I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow
bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle
Of the city isolation is a riddle
To be surrounded by a million other people
but feel alone like a tree in the desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
But full of color like the spots of a leopard
Drum and bass pull me in like a shepherd
scratch my itch like a needle on a record
Full of life like man gone to Mecca
Sky high like an eagle up soaring
i speak low but I'm like a lion roaring
Baritone like a Robeson recordin'
I'm giving thanks for bein' human every morning..

(chorus)

Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
can I hear it once again!
Boom Bap tell your neighbor tell a friend
every box gotta right to be boomin'
Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
can I hear it once again!
Boom Bap tell a neighbor tell a friend
every flower gotta right to be bloomin'!
Stay Human!

Be resisstant, the negativity we keep it at a distance
call for backup and I'll give you some assistance
Like a lifesaver deep in the ocean
Stay afloat here upon the funky motion
rock and roll upon the waves of the season
Hold your breath and your underwater breatin'
To be rhymin' without a real reason
is to claim but not to practice a religion
If television is the drug of the nation
satellite is immaculate reception
Beaming in they can look and they can listen
so you see don't believe in the system
To legalize you or give you your freedom
You want rights ask 'em, they'll read 'em
But every flower gotta right to be bloomin'..
Saty human..

(chorus)

All the freaky people make the beauty of the world (repeat 8 times)

You see Y2K ya know is a moment n time we find that we can open
Up a heart that's locked or been broken, by the pain of words not spoken
Or shot by guns and still smokin'
Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa or drive by bang in Testarossa
We need to heed the words of Dalai Lama
or at least the words of ya mama
Take a mental trip to the Bahamas
Steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma..

(chorus)

All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
(*repeat till song fades away*)

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Op vrijdag 6 december 2002 12:44 schreef el_bario het volgende:
quote uit Beastie Boys - Super Disco Breakin' (hello Nasty)

...and when I am in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken

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Uit:Blackalicious --Release (feat Saul Williams & Lyrics Born)

[Saul Williams]

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
like dead rats held by their tails
so as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

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[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door PaRoDiUzZ op 06-12-2002 17:56]

mensen die enorme lappen tekst neerkwakken, en wij moeten ze allemaal maar lezen? no way dudes! als je echt iets wil laten zien, gooi dan de mooiste regels uit een nummer hier neer en vertel er iets over!!!

of noem alleen de naam van het betreffende nummer, dan blijft het topic nog scroll-baar

Do you believe in a God that satisfies
Do you believe in a God that opens eyes
Do you believe in a God that tells you lies
Or do you believe in me

Do you believe in a God that brings you down
Do you believe in a God that wears a crown
Do you believe in a God that makes you bow
Or do you believe in me

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Reintje op 06-12-2002 18:36]

Nightwish - Dead Boy“s Poem

Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home

Sing what you can`t say
Forget what you can`t play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody

Never sigh for better world
It`s already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
Died for the beauty the one in the garden
Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
Failed in becoming a god

Never sigh...

"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmaker`s cry, the one without tears
For I`ve given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother`s lap, chance for immortality
Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life"

"Teach me passion for I fear it`s gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
I`m sorry
Time will tell (this bitter farewell)
I live no more to shame nor me nor you

And you... I wish I didn`t feel for you anymore..."

A lonely soul... An ocean soul...

Nightwish - 10th man down

Today I killed, he was just a boy
Eight before him, I knew them all
In the fields a dying oath:
I“d kill them all to save my own

Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no
One by one, We will fall, down down
Pull the plug, End the pain, Run“n fight for life
Hold on tight, this ain“t my fight

Deliver me from this war
It“s not for me it“s because of you
Devil“s instant my eternity
Obey to kill to save yourself

Cut me free...

"I envy the 9 lives that gave me hell
My path made up by their torn bodies
Man to man, soldier to soldier, dust to dust
Call me a coward but I can“t take it anymore"

They wait for me back home
The live with eyes turned away
They were the first ones to see
They are the last ones to bleed

"The ultimate high as all beautiful dies
A ruler“s tool, priest“s excuse, tyrant“s delight...
I alone, the great white hunter
I“ll march till the dawn brings me rest
10th patriot at the gallow“s pole!"

Cut me free...

Damn wat mooi.....

Robbie Williams een nummer op Escapolodgy (schrijf je dat zo?)

Hey baby you never felt this good.
Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could take a bite,
do a dance and get lost on a crusade.
Jump on this soul train with destination unknown.

Hey baby never felt this free.
A pair of new shoes and a punk rock show to see.
Give acclamation to these blue ribbon babies.
And check the calendar for the excpiration date.

We've all been bitten - we've all been underground.
We've all been beaten, battered, bruised, told to get down.

All dressed up with somewhere to go.
I told you so. Adolescent beats with a new thing to see.
Smashed guitars just like you've seen on TV.
With burning speakers and flaming hair.
We'll have a riot right here!

The time is close now, the end is near
My walk through the valley, trails of fear
I feel empty, my penance overdue, I guess it's too late now
To be with you
I'm extremely frightened of what will surely be
I sold myself, the death of me
I know you can't forgive me
I know I'm on my own, I've betrayed you
I walk alone

What exactly is the meaning of this
Just pawns in your twisted game
Severe pain for the lie I'm livin'
For a love I never could betray

Bridge
Question me not say the lord unto thee
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny
Denied of this life is what you are to be
You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny

Lord I pound my fists at you
Won't you just let me die
Would I not suffer enough
No inner peace no after life

Repeat Bridge

I did what I thought was right
All for the love of my life
I know it's sad but true
Something is very wrong
Condemned to suffer so long
For a love so true

The question that lies within
Is so hard to understand
It still tears at me
And in my dying breath
My heart holds no regrets
I wouldn't change a thing

My spirit begins to rise into the heavenly skies
Just to be shunned away by you
Now all I want is to die, no streets of gold in the sky
And I wash my hands of you

Bridge
Rising to the heavens light
Just to plea for death
Just to be denied-

Tool
Third Eye

Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.

On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...

A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.

"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"

Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...

"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"

Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.

So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

Prying open my third eye.

What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
I talk to him every day.
What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
I go to court when I have to.
What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
I got nothing better to do
And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?

Chorus
If there's a new way,
I'll be the first in line.
But, it better work this time.

What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
I didn't know you had any feelings.
What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
I'm just not your kind.
What do you mean, "I couldn't be president, of the
United States of America"?
Tell me something, it's still "We the people",
right?

Chorus (repeat)

If there's a new way I'll be the first in line,
But, it better work this time. Can you put a price
on peace?

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Theeboon op 07-12-2002 01:26]

this she did in public for us to see
she came in here too drunk to do the show
between the trains and cars
broken glass and lost hub-caps, images of a gun
row house row house pass through
let the city rise up to fill the screen
clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off
the guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs
with his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip
the girl started out in red patent leather
very I'm in a band with knee pads
we watch her fall over and lay down,
shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers
row house row house pass through, let the city rise up
twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I'll see you, see you
see you on the highway
now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom
miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts
the edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image
poised, yet totally screwed up
yes sir, yes sir, step right up

none of us know, where we're trying to get to
what sort of live where we trying to build
now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom
seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach
L.A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I've ever been to
I'm from New York City, breath it out and let it in

where are you now?
when your broken eyes are closed
head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats
borrowed and never returned
emotions, books, outlooks on life

hello 20 15!

hello, 20, 15!

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Op zaterdag 7 december 2002 00:53 schreef Theeboon het volgende:
bij ditsoort komen er altijd metalheads met van die dertien-in-een-dozijn-teksten

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[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Dave_Mustaine op 07-12-2002 01:11]

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Op zaterdag 7 december 2002 01:01 schreef Dave_Mustaine het volgende:

[..]

Maar goed dat jij geen recensent bent denk ik dan maar. Op die bullshit opmerkingen zonder inhoud zit namelijk niemand te wachten.

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maar....
AC-DC / Ain't No Fun (Waiting Round To Be A Millionaire)
"Oh Yea... get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport"

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Op dinsdag 30 april 2002 19:56 schreef Dinosaur_Sr het volgende:
die teksten van Spinvis schijnen heel aardig te zijn...

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Where are all the stupid people from?
And how'd they get to be so dumb?
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings

Blame it on
Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)
Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)
Fear of God
The fear of change
The fear of truth

Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs
There's no answers
Memorize and sing star spangled songs
When the questions
Aren't ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past?
We're living in united stagnation

Father what have I done?
I took that 22
A gift to me from you
To bed with me each night
Kept it clean
Polished it well
Cherished every cartridge, every shell

Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt
There's a carcass of my second kill
Down, by the park, under stone, under pine
There's a carcass of my brother William
Brother where, have you gone to?
I swear, I never thought I could
I see so many times
They told me to shoot straight
Don't pull the trigger, squeeze
That will insure a kill
A kill is what you want
A kill is why we breed

The Christians love their guns
The church and NRA
Pray for their salvations
Prey on the lower faiths

The story book's been read
And every line believed
Curriculum's been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized

Jerry spent some time in Michigan
A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime
A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit
A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine

Jerry only stayed a couple months
It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch

Don't think (Stay)
Drink your wine (Home)
Watch the fire burn (Be)
His problems not mine (Safe)
Just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling
(For each senseless killing)
For every senseless killing
I'd buy a government
America's for sale
And you can get a good deal on it
(A good deal on it)
And make a healthy profit
Or maybe, tear it apart
Start with assumption
That a million people are smart
Smarter than one

Serotonin's gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with Serotonin gone

The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don't feel bad
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It's not that they don't care, yeah

The television's put a thought inside your head
Llike a Barry Manilow, jingle
I'd like, to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesn't make you care (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
They're betting you won't care (you won't...)

Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?

We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised

One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity

One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain

Na na na na na
La na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na

The going get tough, the tough get debt
Don't pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe

Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow members
Club "We've Got Ours"
I'd like to introduce you to our host
He's got his, and I've got mine
Meet the decline

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We're soilent green

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war

Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it's because
[chorus:]
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
[chorus]
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind
I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know
There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists
[chorus]

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Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain,
through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know 
Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus

She parks her car outside of my house,
takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal well i have trouble acting normal

But round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands

Sleeping children got to run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh....I know it's only in my head."

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling."

Then she looks up at the building
and says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
she must be tired of something.

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late

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Toontje Lager
Tekst en muziek:Bert Hermelink

Brother can you see those birds?
They don't look to heaven.
They don't need religion, they can see.

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Op zaterdag 7 december 2002 02:59 schreef el_bario het volgende:

hij heeft echt wel gelijk en ik durf te wedden dat jij net zo min die hele lappen tekst van de anderen leest. Heeft dus geen zin.

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Verder vind ik de volgende bands/artiesten ook erg sterke teksten hebben:

R.E.M.
Matchbox 20
Queensr’che
Onderhonden
Simon & Garfunkel

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Dave_Mustaine op 07-12-2002 17:34]

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Op zaterdag 7 december 2002 17:27 schreef Dave_Mustaine het volgende:

[..]

No offence hoor, maar je doet nu net of ik alleen metal luister.
En ik zit wel degelijk hele lappen tekst van anderen te lezen. Ik snap alleen niet zo goed wat je ermee opschiet om zulke opmerkingen te maken.

Verder vind ik de volgende bands/artiesten ook erg sterke teksten hebben:

R.E.M.
Matchbox 20
Queensr’che
Onderhonden
Simon & Garfunkel

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A tout le monde vind ik ook wel een aardige tekst... die me zo te binnen schiet als nummer

Moments that we share, if you dare, to live inside our moments
Moments that we share, if you dare, to live inside our ream
Tales Of Dj Philip - Moments

Die schieten me met Civil War van GnR te binnen...

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Op zaterdag 7 december 2002 21:52 schreef Da_Sandman het volgende:
Als je bij me weggaat, mag ik dan met je mee?
Acda & de Munnick - Als je bij me weggaat

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