Hey zanger zing je liedje maar, maar weet dat ik het weet!
Al zing je nog zo ingeleefd, een ander schreef je leed!
Ik hoor je woorden zweven, uit elke winkel in de stad,
Maar het klinkt me niet alsof je net zo'n lief als ik had heb gehad!

Hey zanger zeg het spijt me!
Vergeet wat ik net zei,
Want waar ik je van beschuldig slaat meteen weer terug op mij!
Wat kon ik lekker zingen van de pijn die aan me vrat!
Tot dat zij m'n woorden waarheid gaf, de liefste lief die ik ooit
had mij nou verteld dat echt verdriet zo voelen zou!
Had ik't allang voorkomen ha'k gezegd ik ook van jou!
Pas als het je gebeurd is, dan alleen begrijp je dat!
Als je net zo'n lief als ik had, lief als ik had heb gehad!

Ze kon zich geven als een meisje, kon je nemen als een vrouw,
Ze huilde met de film mee, als de regiseur dat wou,
Ze kon je gedachte vangen in een achteloze zin,
En ze rookte als een zeerover, danste als een zigeunerin!

En zeven lange jaren maakte zij mijn liedjes licht,
Pas nu ze is vertrokken krijgen ze wat meer gewicht,
Hey zanger, weetje wat het is, en misschien is het wel dat,
Dat ze hier nogsteeds geweesd zou zijn als ze net zo'n lief als ik had had gehad!

Zo'n Lief Als Ik Had - Acda & de Munnik

Wat ik zelf een geniale tekst vind is 'Krang' van André Manuel. Maar op de website zijn de teksten tijdelijk offline, dus ik kan het even niet laten lezen

Breaking All The Rules
Find this song on Sheet music, CD

WELL I KNOW I COULD BE JUST ANOTHER STRANGER, BUT TO YOU I
GUESS I'M JUST ANOTHER FOOL. AND YOU SWEAR YOU LIKE TO LIVE
YOUR LIFE IN DANGER, THEN YOU HIDE BEHIND A WALL OF SILLY LIES.

NOBODY THINK THE WAY I DO, I GUESS THAT NOBODY CARES. YOUR
HEAD'S SO FULL OF THINGS, SO SET YOUR MIND FREE OF THEM, I'M
BREAKING THE RULES.

DID YOU KNOW THAT IN THE TRUTH, THERE'S NOTHING STRANGER. I
SUPPOSE YOU THINK I THINK I KNOW IT ALL.

NOBODY HEARS THE THINGS I SAY, I GUESS NOBODY CARES. MY
HEAD'S SO FULL OF THINGS I SET MY MIND FREE. I'M
BREAKING THE RULES, BREAKING ALL THE RULES, CAN'T YOU SEE THEY'RE
NOTHING WITHOUT YOU, EMPTY HEADS FULL OF FOOLS. NOW YOU SEE
I'M BREAKING ALL THE RULES, BREAKIN' ALL THE RULES.

WELL I KNOW THAT YOU WOULD LOVE TO GO TO HEAVEN BUT YOU
KNOW THAT YOU'RE JUST TOO AFRAID TO DIE. AND I KNOW THAT YOU
WOULD LOVE TO KNOW THE ANSWERS BUT TO YOU THE TRUTH IS JUST
ANOTHER LIE.

NOBODY HEARS THE THINGS I SAY, I GUESS NOBODY CARES. MY
HEAD'S SO FULL OF THINGS I SET MY MIND FREE OF THEM. I'M
BREAKING THE RULES, BREAKING ALL THE RULES, CAN'T YOU SEE THEY'RE
NOTHING WITHOUT YOU, EMPTY HEADS FULL OF FOOLS, NOW YOU SEE
I'M BREAKING ALL THE RULES, BREAKING ALL THE RULES.
BREAKING ALL THE RULES, WHY DON'T YOU TELL THEM, BREAKING ALL
THE RULES, NOW COME ON, BREAKING ALL THE RULES,
WHY DON'T YOU GET IT ON, BREAKING ALL THE RULES

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Op zondag 21 april 2002 22:48 schreef UTFS het volgende:
Mooie songteksten

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"we never ever argue, we never calculate
the currency we've spent
I love you, you pay my rent"

en:
"at night the people come and go
they talk too fast and walk too slow"

De teksten van Jaap Fischer zijn ook vaak geniaal, maar die heeft een eigen topic.

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Op zondag 21 april 2002 23:02 schreef Timmaeh het volgende:
'k Vind eigenlijk de meeste teksten van Acda & De Munnik schitterend. Alleen zijn sommige nummers iets te moeilijk voor me, daar snap ik dan eerst echt geen hol van. Als je dan later ergens leest/hoort waar het over gaat blijkt het echt briljant te zijn. Spaanse moslim was er bijvoorbeeld zo een.

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Oja, ik kan me ook wel voorstellen dat je bij teksten als 'niet of nooit geweest' en 'zwerver met een wekker' eerst niet helemaal weet waar het over gaat. En volgens mij kan dit beter in een Acda en de Munnik topic eigenlijk

Blind Melon - No rain

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watching the puddles gather rain
and all I can do is read a book to stay awake
and it rips my life away
but it's a great escape
escape

(uit: Murray Head - One night in Bangkok)

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Op donderdag 25 april 2002 01:35 schreef Fogerty het volgende:
"One town is very like another
when your head's down over your faeces, brother"

(uit: Murray Head - One night in Bangkok)

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Jason Donovan - Too many broken hearts
[/jaren 80 mode]

Wat is er de laatste jaren toch met mij gebeurd?
Ik heb harten verscheurd maar nooit getreurd of gezeurd
ik was afgesloten, zelfs ongeïnterresseerd
met een houding van "Het gaat toch wel een keer verkeerd"
en inderdaad, vroeg of laat was het altijd raak
maar het deed me niets, het was slechts vermaak
ik kon praten, ik kon lachen, ik kon neuken, ik kon kussen
maar altjd zat mijn zelfbescherming er tussen
geen condoom, maar een hinderlijke, innerlijke muur
als bescherming tegen het kwetsen en puur.
de angst om voluit te gaan, echt bang
een dwang van geforceerde gedachtengang
ik hoorde wel het "hou van jou en blijf je trouw"
maar ik dacht bij mezelf: "Ach mens, kom nou!"
Want echte liefde was iets voor zoete dromen,
dus ik wachtte tevergeefs of het ooit zou komen.

maar nu is het voluit of onderuit!
want onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid

er is lef voor nodig om voluit te gaan
je neemt het risico verlaten in de kou te staan
het blijft een gok want het gaat wel of niet verkeerd
maar je bereikt niets als je niets investeerd
er is altijd wel iemand die de moeite waard is
en ik wil het laten weten voor het weer te laat is
jaren was ik gesloten, nu ga ik open
en m'n leven is nog nooit zo relaxed verlopen!

ik heb altijd maar getwijfeld verliefd of niet?
is dit de ware of weer de zoveelste griet?
en ik wou dat ik een keertje enthousiast kon zijn
en ook bij een verrassing echt een keer verrast kon zijn
maar ik was altijd te schichtig en te voorzichtig
nooit te opzichtig en ondoorzichtig
door tegenslagen bijna de hoop verloren
zocht ik liefde als een junk die een hit moet scoren
net toen ik ging geloven dat je het moest kopen
en niet hopen, toen gingen mijn ogen open
het begon zoals gewoonlijk door aantrekkingskracht
maar wat ik later dacht had ik toen nooit verwacht
eerst was het "niet verliefd is niet getreurd"
maar voor ik het besefde was alles al gebeurd
en nou gata het me niet meer om mezelf of om m'n poen
want toen was toen, en dit keer zal ik m'n best doen!

maar nu is het voluit of onderuit!
want onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid

er is lef voor nodig om voluit te gaan
je neemt het risico verlaten in de kou te staan
het blijft een gok want het gaat wel of niet verkeerd
maar je bereikt niets als je niets investeerd
er is altijd wel iemand die de moeite waard is
en ik wil het laten weten voor het weer te laat is
jaren was ik gesloten, nu ga ik open
en m'n leven is nog nooit zo relaxed verlopen!

en wat mij betreft mag het zo blijven...

en ik heb niemand nodig om sterk te staan
ik heb de discipline zelf aan het werk te gaan
ik hoef met niemand aan te pappen om mezelf te snappen
en al m'n problemen kan ik zelf opkanppen
nee, ik heb niemand nodig om door te gaan
ik heb de kracht om me zelf er door te slaan
maar ik besef nu later deze eenzame strijd
want ontkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid!
eenzaamheid

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Op donderdag 25 april 2002 19:02 schreef Matjo het volgende:
Osdorp Posse - Onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid

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Once I thought I saw you
In a crowded hazy bar
Dancin' on the light from star to star
Far across the moonbeams
I know that's who you are
I saw your brown eyes turnin' once to fire

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eyes
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feelin' stays
I want to love you but I get so blown away

I am just a dreamer but you were just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trips

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eyes
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feelin' stays
I want to love you but I get so blown away
Blown Away

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Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.

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Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

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Peace sells, but who's buying:
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?

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?

This was my life:

Chorus

In our life there's if
In our beliefs there's lie
In our business there's sin
In our bodies there's die

99 Ways to Die:

If I see the morning hours
I'll have one more yesterday
Take life from tomorrow
Cause I've burned out my today

If I get up to the top I know
I'll just go back downhill
Gotta' terminal future
And it's time to write my will

Have Cool, Will Travel

Mamas pack their lunches, kiddies pack their guns
Wishing it will go away, but nothing's getting done
A shot heard 'round the world, when a mother's baby dies
We the people, point our fingers, blame and wonder why

The World Needs A Hero:

An Iron fist quietly sits inside the Velvet Glove
Take control, untouchable just like God above
I can't escape, wrapped in red tape, what will become of me?
If I object, then I defect my country 'tis of thee

Burning Bridges:

If you took your own direction
If only you practice what you preach
If you follow your advice
You wouldn't be burning bridges all the time

Recipe for hate... warhorse:

Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets
My faults were letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as words written in water
I'm left to walk this world alone

Losing my senses:

One man speaking the truth
No one likes when it fits
So we tell soothing lies
And betray our own lips

Attack of the peacekeepers - Jello Biafra & DOA
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Army ads looked cool-I signed right up
Besides, it was the only way could find a job
"Great place to start" and see the world
Womanize at discos
And fake going nuts
To scam infirmary drugs
So send in the clowns
The NATO circus is here to protect you
Your choice must be ours
Yankee corruption
Or the big bad Soviet threat
Don't you feel secure
Sending our Top Guns guard your sky
Flying their fighter planes upside down
Stoned out of their minds
For a real hot time
How 'bout an air show crash?
Or a G.I. riding a stolen tank
Through downtown Manhattan
And off the riverbank
Where he drowns
Fall in with the clowns
Remember-
NATO is here to protect you
With nuclear bombs
That come to visit
And decided to stay
CHORUS
Attack!
Attack!
Of the peacekeepers
Attack!
The charge of the joke brigade
In charge
We can blow up the world
More times than you
We'll show 'em
We'll show 'em
With radioactive subs
We'll show 'em
We'll show 'em
With missiles in your back yard
Guarded
By soldiers
On acid during night watch
And generals who care only
For fat pensions and bribes
If that don't scare the commies nothing will
Cept maybe our Bradley tanks tripping over themselves
Both powers have one goal in common
to keep Germany divided
Never strong enough to start another world war
Occupied by the clowns
Is it really you NATO is here to protect?
With Berlin type walls
When they came to visit
We all decided to stay
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Power is Boring - Jello Biafra & DOA
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Believe me, if I were dicator
You know what I'd do?!?!?
Come to think of it,
There's a problem there
For aspiring tyrants like me and you...
Ever wonder what it'd really be like
To be your own dicator
Might be its own kind of prison
Of total fear
Can't make love or go anywhere
Without bodyguards in your hair
Never know which trusted friend
Has plans to blow you away
3,000 pairs of shoes
No one to talk to
'Nuff guns to kill everyone you own
The masses act so loyal
Yet you can't sleep in the same place twice
I wouldn't want to be a Noriega or Khadafi
Would you?
CHORUS
Power is boring
Power is boring
Power is boring
And ya know, I wonder how
The downtown crowd can stand themselves
Look sharp
Play to win
Through intimidation
That person at the next desk
Ain't your friend
He's your competitor
The only way to get promoted first
Is to get HIM first
Or else
Hi ho whadya know
They all got the same plan for you
Where do these people go
Between their daily meals of work
Too burnt and stressed
To even think of how to spend the money
No one to show it to
But people just like me-AGH!
CHORUS
Hot damn, we're the headliners at last
Gonna show this scene a thing or two
Play games and help our friends
NOw the phone rings all the time
It's all you fault
"You've been crowned king
Of what you used to warn us about"
Why play that game at all?
The ones who want the power THAT bad
Are missing something in their lives
Being scared of my friends
In ajunta, scene or business world
Is the most miserable existence
I could think of on earth
_{misschien iets voor pim om over na te denken?}

Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to attempt to change their so-called artistic endevors, in a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large. Behold, the metamorphisis:

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough,
We need more money, more house and cars and stuff,
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes, I want them shitty hoes
You get with radio and videos, we'll do whatever it takes to get some air play,
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay,
Yeah, come on Shaggy. What? Follow my lead. Let's go.
It's time we change our shit up to get what we need. Come on.

Uh, radio play!
Yo! Yo! Come on and ride me, ride me,
Pull! Pull!! Come on and hide me, hide me,
Cat black(?) I'm gonna grow(?) one, gold one,
Club Cat(?) You want them old ones, old ones,
Black, black, ???
Love me, I'm on the radio, radio,
Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away,
Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play,

What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!
What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!

???

The pathetic attempts never ceits. The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insult the intelligence of the savy consumer. How much more can an audience be asked to endure?

Didn't work, ah fuck, what happend?
They always told us that we sucked at rapping,
Well I don't know how to play a guitar,
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star,
I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground,
I want the ten millions fans sellout radio sound,
Even though we'll be played next summer,
Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a hummer
Here we go, oh my god

Joey fell in love with a college girl,
She had a backpack and a pony tail,
She said her name was Lisa but I do not know,
She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello,
I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on,
I can even sing one of these faggot songs,
I can play in checkerd pants and never smile,
Whatever's cool for your radio (?)
Tommy fell in love with a college...

The borish, bumbeling buffons are baffeld in their journey through the music business. Each sonnet is more rediculous than the last. Their strides towards musical success are little more than a stumble into complete failur.

That was bullshit. What the fuck? You think of something!
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing,
You wrote the crump(?) shit, but did it work? No.
It flopped on its ass. At least I tried though.
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other,
We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. Why?
Can you sing? No. Niether can I.
If we're gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try.

? Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me, touch me, Clownboy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio,
I wanna lick you from head to toe,
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet,
I wanna make love, between the sheets,
Girl, play my song, when I'm on the phone long,
I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance,
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong, (4x)
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck,

After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play. Finally, the two dim witted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.

Space Marines - Hemelboog

Sorry ware schoonheid
Pijn doen was echt niet de bedoeling
Ik had zou graag jou lief gehad
Het sparen van de kool en de geit
Zorgt voor een echt gebroken hart
Pijn doen was echt niet de bedoeling

Ik dacht te vinden wat ik zocht
Is het valse hoop te noemen
De regenboog bestaat uit vocht
En al wat water kan is vloeien

Sorry ware schoonheid
Je weet dat de waarschuwing niet werkt
Ik wilde jouw geluk belonen
Maar maak mij geen verwijt
De mensen blijven op vulkanen wonen
Want wat je niet ombrengt maakt je sterk

Sorry ware schoonheid
Misschien weet ik niet wat ik wil
Is het fout dat ik begon
De hemelboog verleidt
Maar over de rand van de horizon
Is het ontstellend stil

Ik dacht te vinden wat ik zocht
Is het valse hoop te noemen
De regenboog bestaat uit vocht
En al wat water kan is vloeien

there's an old man on a city bus
holding a candy cane
and it is'nt even christmas
he see's a note in the obituary
that his last friend has died
there's an inflant clinging
to his overweight mother in the cold
as the spends her last dollar
on a bottle of vodka for tonight
and i guess it struck a nerve
like i had to squint my eyes
you can never get out
of the line of sight
like a barren winter day
or a patch of unburned green
like a tragic real dream
i guess it struck a nerve
every day i wander
in negative disposition
as i'm bombarded by superlatives
that i am not alone
introverted
i look to tomorrow for salvation
but i'm thinking altruistcally
and a wave of overwhelming doubt
turns me to stone
and i guess it thought my heart
we just haven't got time
to crack the maze
like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
i guess it strunk a nerve
i try to close my eyes
but i cannot ignore the stimuli
if theres a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life

I will choke until I swallow... Choke this infant here before me. What is this but my reflection? Who am I to judge and strike you down? But you're pushing and shoving me. You still love me and you pushit on me. Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the fault line. Take care not to make me enter. 'cause if I do we both may disappear. But you're pushing me, shoving me. Pushit on me. Slipping back into the gap again. I'm alive when you're touching me, alive when you're shoving me down. But i'd trade it all for just a little bit of piece of mind. Put me somewhere I don't wanna be. Seeing someplace I don't wanna see. Never wanna see that place again. Saw that gap again today as you were begging me to stay. Managed to push myself away, and you, as well. If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay, you minimize my movement anyway, I must persuade you another way. There's no love in fear. Staring down the hole again. Hands upon my back again. Survival is my only friend. Terrified of what may come. Just remember I will always love you, even as I tear your fucking throat away. But it will end no other way.

(Lou Reed)

Mensen
Mensen praten maar
Ze bedoelen het goed

Ik maak me zorgen
Als ik je niet spreek
Ik maak me zorgen
Als ik niet weet

Hoe het met jou is

Ik mis je ogen
Ik mis je armen
Ik mis je warmte
Ik mis je stem

Wat doe je nou
Met wie praat je nou
Ben je alleen
Hoe voel je je nou

Ik mis je
Ik mis je zo

Zoveel dat ik niet slapen kan
Zoveel dat ik niet eten kan
Zoveel dat ik niets meer kan
Zoveel dat ik alleen maar wacht

Ik mis je
Ik mis je zo

Eraser

Need you
Dream you
Find you
Taste you
Fuck you
Use you
Scar you
Break you
Lose me
Hate me
Smash me
Erase me

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Op donderdag 5 december 2002 23:16 schreef Aneurism het volgende:
Nine Inch Nails:

Eraser

Need you
Dream you
Find you
Taste you
Fuck you
Use you
Scar you
Break you
Lose me
Hate me
Smash me
Erase me

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Op donderdag 5 december 2002 23:13 schreef kezmania het volgende:
Ik mis je
Ik mis je zo
Zonder het te weten
Alleen in de regen

... x 5

Ik mis je
Ik mis je zo

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doe mij dit dan maar:

RADIOHEAD - KNIVES OUT (4:15)
I want you to know
He's not coming back
Look into my eyes
I'm not coming back

So knives out
Catch the mouse
Don't look down
Shove it in your mouth

If you'd been a dog
They would have drowned you at birth

Look into my eyes
It's the only way you'll know I'm telling the truth

So knives out
Cook him up
Squash his head
Put him in the pot

I want you to know
He's not coming back
He's bloated and frozen
Still there's no point in letting it go to waste

So knives out
Catch the mouse
Squash his head
Put him in the pot

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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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Smallfilm Spinvis

Ik ben een vrouw van 40 met een sigaret
Ik heb een buitenaardse stof in mijn bloed
Ik werd verleden jaar ontvoerd door een ruimteschip
En sindsdien gaat het met mij niet zo goed
Ik weet wel waar ze wonen want je kunt het zien
als je de letters van m’n naam omdraait
De waarheid is een raadsel en het gaat als volgt
’t Is een goeie vriend, maar altijd te laat

Ik heb een eigen flat, ik heb de radio aan
’t Is alweer woensdag, ik heb een Golf GTI
Een tijdje terug reed ik een fietser dood
Gelukkig heeft hij niets gezien
Het komt maar zelden voor dat ik een zin afmaak
En je maakt mij echt niks wijs
Het noodlot is een raadsel en het gaat als volgt
Het kost je niks en toch altijd prijs

Als ik uitga ben ik een fotograaf
En ik ben schrijver als ik vrienden bezoek
Op het ogenblik zit ik heel even zonder werk
Maar binnenkort begin ik aan een nieuwste boek
In een spiegel neem ik soms alvast de pose aan
Voor de foto op de achterkant
Dromen zijn een raadsel en het gaat als volgt
Het smelt in je hoofd en niet in je hand

Ik ben een monoliet, ik ben de wetenschap
Ik ben een grote man van 50 jaar
Vandaag knipte ik een muis in twee
En die naaide ik toen mooi maar weer aan elkaar
En soms vanuit een hoek kijken mij dingen aan
Vanuit de schaduw van de kathedraal
Alles is een raadsel en ik weet nog niet
In wat voor vorm en in welke taal

Ik ben al heel erg oud en ik mis mijn vrouw
M’n ouwe handen trillen heel de dag
Beneden kun je kaarten bij de automaat
Alhoewel dat van mijn dochter niet mag
Dan zeggen ze dat ik zo goed de kaarten schud
En dan lach ik elke keer maar weer mee
Ik heb een raadsel over vergetelheid en het gaat als volgt
Wat doet pijn en telt voor twee

Na-na-na-na…

Voor ik vergeet Spinvis

Ba-pa-pa

Voor ik vergeet
Dat hier een kerk heeft gestaan
Voor ik vergeet
Dat ik jarig was
En een Tic-Tac in m’n neusgat had
Toen we naar Zeeland zijn gegaan

Voor ik vergeet
Koninginnedag, en wie toen mijn vrienden zijn geweest
En niets meer weet van straten en examens en vakanties en ruzies op een feest
Ergens in de Beeldstraat, waar ik toch niemand kende

Ba-pa-pa

Voor ik vergeet
En later alles anders heet
Voor ik vergeet
En ik de feiten en de cijfers en de namen van de schrijvers niet meer weet
De hele dag
En alle woorden en elk uur
De hele dag en ook de nacht
En de zomers en de handen van m’n vader
Vergeet ik op den duur

Voor ik vergeet
Vergeten ben van die ??? en van die toestand met dat ei
Voor ik vergeet
En dat ik iemand was die van alles wou niets begreep
Van de film waarin hij speelde in de love-bek die hij niet was
Ik hou van jou
Ik hou zoveel van jou
Tot ik vergeet
Jou vergeet
Jou vergeet
Jou vergeet
En nog alleen maar lijk te dromen

Ba-pa-pa

Simon and Garfunkel - Alles

Strugglin'

(T=Tricky, M=Martine)

T: in hell i'll be lost in the layers of weakness
all around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
strugglin...strugglin...strugglin
brainwashed with the
hallucinagenics in my system
i cock the trigger
make me switch in
switch on, switch off
M: Here I'm lost
T: i'm lost
M: in the name of weakness
T: brainwashed
M: all around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
exhausted by the mundane
simplicity no longer plain
T: strugglin...strugglin
M: strugglin...strugglin with the insane
T: i'm strugglin
strugglin with the insane
(?)
hallucinagenics in my system
(?)
they say i'm insane
i'm strugglin...strugglin
M: darkness and warmth
obvious and mysterious
magical colors
T: mystical shadows
M: mystical shadows
thought with no meaning
T: they say i'm insane
M: label me insane
T: but i'm more normal than most
M: but i'm more normal than most
strugglin so hard
T: i just need to remain
(?)
cos i'm strugglin
M: to remain
T: i know i'm the truth
M: cos we are the truth
see what we want to see
T: please, please tell me what i want to hear
M: hear what we want to hear
strugglin so hard
T: i'm strugglin
M: i took a ride, yeah
T: roll with the bullets to survive...to survive...to survive
self preservation
M: roll with the bullets
just to survive
T: self preservation
M: self preservation
T: keeps the crowd alive
M: keeps the crowd alive
T: strugglin...strugglin
they...they say i'm insane
i'm strugglin...strugglin
they say i'm insane
M: strugglin
T: i'm more normal than most
M: strugglin
T: i'm just strugglin
M: strugglin
T: mythical shadows
M: strugglin
T: mysterious...the obvious
M: strugglin
T: they say im insane...i'm strugglin
M: strugglin
T: switch in, switch on, switch off
i'm lost in contradiction
feed me my visuals
a flashback...a flashback from way back
i'm strugglin...strugglin
do you know what its like to struggle?
do you...do you...have you...have you ever had to struggle?
strugglin...strugglin
roll with the bullets to survive
strugglin...strugglin...strugglin to remain
they label me insane
but i'm...i'm...i think i'm more normal than most
strugglin with the remains
brainwashed with the cheapest
and if pain makes me stronger
then how am i stronger?
theres a fate for the late
but the late must wait longer
strugglin...strugglin
roll with the bullets to survive
self preservation keeps the crowd alive
strugglin
in hell i'll be lost in the layers of weakness
all around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
in hell i'll be lost in the layers of weakness
all around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
exhausted with the mundane
simplicity means no longer plain
strugglin with the insane
darkness and warmth
the obvious and mysterious
magical colors, mythical shadows
half thought with no meaning
they label me insane
they label me insane
they label me insane

HE..doe voor mij is een broodje smere
met ui en .met juin.. dat het ik gerne
naait vur mijn ene sate in't vet
een gehaktstaaf en een goulas kroket
5 gulden friet in ene groten buil
ik stop het gelijk in mene muil
gif mijn een paarknaken vur het fruitmachien.
ik heb niet klener as een briefke van 10.

oh ja Ik wil ok nog ene swarmarol bestelle
en niet te weinig juin op die frikandellen
gooit es wat speklappen in dieje pan
en een pistolettje met ruwe ham
schiet is een bietje op met bakke
nee gehoeft het niet in te pakke
zijn die kroketten nou nog niet klaar
smeert ze dan maar in uw haar.

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Op donderdag 5 december 2002 23:59 schreef Rulin het volgende:

Strugglin'

(T=Tricky, M=Martine)

T: in hell i'll be lost in the layers of weakness
all around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
strugglin...strugglin...strugglin
brainwashed with the
hallucinagenics in my system
i cock the trigger
make me switch in
switch on, switch off
M: Here I'm lost
T: i'm lost
M: in the name of weakness
T: brainwashed
M: all around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
exhausted by the mundane
simplicity no longer plain
T: strugglin...strugglin
M: strugglin...strugglin with the insane
T: i'm strugglin
strugglin with the insane
(?)
hallucinagenics in my system
(?)
they say i'm insane
i'm strugglin...strugglin
M: darkness and warmth
obvious and mysterious
magical colors
T: mystical shadows
M: mystical shadows
thought with no meaning
T: they say i'm insane
M: label me insane
T: but i'm more normal than most
M: but i'm more normal than most
strugglin so hard
T: i just need to remain
(?)
cos i'm strugglin
M: to remain
T: i know i'm the truth
M: cos we are the truth
see what we want to see
T: please, please tell me what i want to hear
M: hear what we want to hear
strugglin so hard
T: i'm strugglin
M: i took a ride, yeah
T: roll with the bullets to survive...to survive...to survive
self preservation
M: roll with the bullets
just to survive
T: self preservation
M: self preservation
T: keeps the crowd alive
M: keeps the crowd alive
T: strugglin...strugglin
they...they say i'm insane
i'm strugglin...strugglin
they say i'm insane
M: strugglin
T: i'm more normal than most
M: strugglin
T: i'm just strugglin
M: strugglin
T: mythical shadows
M: strugglin
T: mysterious...the obvious
M: strugglin
T: they say im insane...i'm strugglin
M: strugglin
T: switch in, switch on, switch off
i'm lost in contradiction
feed me my visuals
a flashback...a flashback from way back
i'm strugglin...strugglin
do you know what its like to struggle?
do you...do you...have you...have you ever had to struggle?
strugglin...strugglin
roll with the bullets to survive
strugglin...strugglin...strugglin to remain
they label me insane
but i'm...i'm...i think i'm more normal than most
strugglin with the remains
brainwashed with the cheapest
and if pain makes me stronger
then how am i stronger?
theres a fate for the late
but the late must wait longer
strugglin...strugglin
roll with the bullets to survive
self preservation keeps the crowd alive
strugglin
in hell i'll be lost in the layers of weakness
all around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
in hell i'll be lost in the layers of weakness
all around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
exhausted with the mundane
simplicity means no longer plain
strugglin with the insane
darkness and warmth
the obvious and mysterious
magical colors, mythical shadows
half thought with no meaning
they label me insane
they label me insane
they label me insane

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... En Megadeth natuurlijk.

En verder vind ik humor ook erug leuk. Zoals teksten van The Bloodhound Gang of Reverend Horton Heat.

Als je nummers maak met titels als:
Baby I'm Drunk
Sue Jack Daniels of
Liquor Beer and Wine

Dan vindt ik je officieel een HELD. echt lachen die nummers. Allemaal downloaden!

Our asses raped by different soldiers
Soldiers, slaves who give facials
Control our ways and lives completely
Our asses are torn, sperm left it's traces

Controlled by screams and licks
That point out ass-infiltration
To those rapid movements in and outside
Fall victim to this penitration

Everybody's just consuming
What the gay men's dictating
And they all have forgot
The joy that is to raping

No darkroom for individuality
Gay men who think one way only
More like rough bots through the streets
In our life we stand swallowing

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Op donderdag 25 april 2002 01:35 schreef Fogerty het volgende:
"One town is very like another
when your head's down over your faeces, brother"

(uit: Murray Head - One night in Bangkok)

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SAMSONITE
Nee ik, ik heb geen leven meer
Een uitzichtloos bestaan
Maar ik zit niet bij de pakken neer
En ik ga er tegenaan
Na een jaar van onderdrukking
Ben ik er helemaal uit
Ik schopte ze de keien op
Die eigenwijze fluit
Het is tijd,het is tijd,
het is tijd voor Samsonite
Ik zeg ja pak jij je koffers maar
En sodemieter op
Want ik wil mijn eigen leven terug
En met jouw wordt dat mijn strop
Het is tijd,tijd,tijd
Het is tijd voor Samsonite
Het is tijd,tijd,tijd
Ik dacht, ja dit wordt gezellig
En wat krijgen wij het fijn
Maar ze laten je muteren
In een saai en tam konijn
En ik kan wel blijven vechten
Maar ik verlies geheid de strijd
Er blijft maar 1 ding over
En bevrijding is een feit
Het is tijd, het is tijd ,
het is tijd voor Samsonite
Ik zeg ja pak jij je koffers maar
En sodemieter op
Want ik wil mijn eigen leven terug
En met jouw wordt dat mijn strop
Het is tijd,tijd,tijd
Het is tijd voor Samsonite
Het is tijd,tijd,tijd

I'm calling from the diner
the diner on the corner
I ordered two coffees
one is for you
I was hoping you'd join me
'cause I ain't go no money
and I really miss you
I should mention that too

yes I know what time it is
in fact, I just checked
I even know the date
and the month
and the year
I know I haven't been sleeping
and when I do
I just dream of you
dear

I miss watching you
drool on your pillow
I miss watching you
pull on your clothes
I miss listening
to you in the bathroom
flushing the toilet
blowing your nose

I'm calling from the diner
the diner on the corner
I ordered two coffees
one is for you
the cups are so close
the steam is rising
in one stream
how are you

I think you're the least fucked up
person I've ever met
and that may be as close to the real thing
as I'm ever gonna get
but my quarter's gonna run out now
or so I'm told
I guess I'd better go sit down
and wait for you
till my coffee gets cold

Pardon me while I burst
Pardon me while I burst

A decade ago, I never thought I would be
At twenty-three on the verge of spontaneous combustion
Woe is me
But I guess that it comes with the territory
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take
And exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.

Now two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate,"
Cuz lately I've been thinking of combustication
As a welcome vacation from
The burdens of the planet Earth
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D
But thinking so much differently

Pardon me while I burst into flames
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same

Never be the same yeah

Pardon me while I burst into flames
Pardon me... Pardon me... Pardon me

So pardon me while I burst into flames
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same

Pardon me...
Never be the same... yeah.

Incubus - Under My Umbrella

...if this is sight, i'd rather be blind

"Dogs"

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everythings done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.

Nine Inch Nails - Hurt

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire or dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Sometimes I can't help and wonder
If this was how it's meant to be
But if you search deep enough in your soul
You'll always find a slight reminder of me

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And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

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you think i'd leave your side baby
you know me better than that
you think id leave you down when you're down on your knees
i wouldn't do that
i'll tell you you're right when you want
and if only you could see into me

oh when you're cold
i'll be there
hold you tight to me
when you're low
i'll be there
by your side baby

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I must love what I destroy
And destroy the thing I love

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En er zijn zoveel meer nummers die zeggen wat je zelf niet altijd onder woorden kunt brengen, of die meer zeggen dan de woorden die er staan...

Dit is van die russische death-metal figuur uit de film Clerks.

echt geniaal door lompe eenvoud

Waar kan je liggen in het zand totdat je hele lijf verbrandt
Waar kan je zuipen als een beest, waar vind je vrienden voor elk feest
Waar kan je zwemmen als een rat, waar word je zelfs van binnen nat
Dat is aan de rand van Nederland
Dat is aan ons onvolprezen strand

Daar kan je vrijen met je vrouw, wat nergens anders mogen zou
Terwijl je kalm je krantje leest, je handen strelend om haar leest
Daar speel je poker met een vriend totdat ie van ellende grient
Daar springt de Randstad uit de band, dat is aan ons onvolprezen strand

Je gaat er op de brommer heen en ligt dan plat to kwart voor een
Dan ga je kijken naar een vrouw die je wel graag versieren zou
Dan krijg je ruzie met haar man die heel toevallig boksen kan
En met je tanden in je hand sjok je weer verder over 't strand

Dan ga je even naar een tent en als je aangeschoten bent
Dan loop je met een vriendenschaar een eindje langs de boulevard
Dan komt er iemand op 't idee om te gaan zwemmen in de zee
En gans door kwallen overmand ren je weer terug over het strand
Maar 's middags om een uur of vier dan komt het toppunt van vertier
Dan komt een vriend die auto rijdt eens kijken voor de aardigheid
Dan ga je even met 'm mee een eindje rijen langs de zee
Hij rijdt wel 100 met e'e'n hand en wuift met d'ander naar het strand
Dan scheur je zingend langs de straat en vindt dat alles prachtig gaat
Je trekt je hals eenvoudig krom, je kijkt naar alle meisjes om
En vaders auto wordt vermoord, vakkundig in een boom geboord
Dan sta je morgen in de krant en word beroemd op 't hele strand

En 's avonds op het stille strand dan is er weer iets aan de hand
Dan komt er een geweldig feest zoals er nooit een is geweest
Dan wordt het strandvuur opgestookt waarop men lekker worstjes kookt
En met transistors in de hand trekt heel de troep weer naar het strand
De ene komt met flessen wijn, die smaakt verdacht veel naar azijn
De tweede komt met z'n vriendin, die pikt de derde dan weer in
De vierde brengt een zak patat met onderin een daverend gat
De inhoud ligt verspreid in 't zand van driekwart kilometer strand
Je danst en vrijt de hele tijd terwijl je in een broodje bijt
En giet jenever in je kop, want anders dronk je pa het op
Maar van die lading alcohol geraak je spoedig overvol
Dan loopt de toestand uit de hand en blijf je liggen op het strand
maar de politie arriveert voor je weer lopen hebt geleerd
Zodat je kruipende ontvlucht achter een zuil jeneverlucht
Dat wordt dan een immense rel die eindigt meestal in de cel
En is men daar eenmaal beland, dan is 't weer rustig op het strand
Maar 's ochtends lig je weer in 't zand totdat je hele lijf verbrandt
Dan ga je zuipen als een beest, dan zoek je vrienden voor een feest
Dan ga je zwemmen als een rat, dan wordt je zelfs van binnen nat
Aan de rand van Nederland, aan ons onvolprezen strand
Aan de rand van Nederland, aan ons onvolprezen strand
Aan de rand van Nederland, aan ons onvolprezen strand

Die vind ik ook wel

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

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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
Queensrÿche
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
Queensrÿche
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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Op zaterdag 7 december 2002 21:45 schreef Reddiablo het volgende:

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

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Wat me nu eigenlijk te binnen schiet is het nummer Victory, waarin de tekst is opgebouwd uit tracknamen. Geniale vondst

Victory (Megadeth)

Now, one day I started telling everyone that
Killing Is My Business.. and I was hung like a Martyr
For Looking Down The Cross my Skull Beneath The Skin
Prophesied Last Rites/Loved To Death my friends
The I started seeing Bad Omens will I Wake Up Dead?
If I Ain't Superstitious then this won't mean a Thing
But some crazy shit has happened since The Conjuring

Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins
A knife right through my heart, I am a victory

Came Anarchy to Set The World A Fire
Pain of Hook In Mouth , In My Darkest Hour
Corruption of the world Peace Sells... But Nobody's Bying
Ignorant Religion Holy Wars and the dying, yeah by the Skin Of My Teeth
This Was My Life , Foreclosure Of My Dreams
May the past Rust In Peace In Hangar 18
And Countdown To Extinction
Just be a bad dream
Lucretia said...

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Op zaterdag 7 december 2002 22:01 schreef Reddiablo het volgende:

[..]

Mooi gejat inderdaad.

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Op zondag 8 december 2002 01:20 schreef Da_Sandman het volgende:

[..]

Erg he. Maar mooi gejat is niet lelijk.
In het Nederlands is het nou eenmaal mooi, niet muggeziften dus. Maar je bent overigens wel stoer dat je dat allemaal weet hoor.

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Ik heb ook een hekel aan Acda en de Munnik, daarom is het prettig om ze af en toe te kunnen bekritiseren. Maar ze hebben absoluut goeie teksten.

It makes you blind, it does you in
It makes you think youre pretty tough
It makes you prone to crime and sin
It makes you say things off the cuff
Its very small and made of glass
And grossly overadvertised
It turns a genius to an ass
And makes a fool think he is wise
It could you make you regret your birth
Or turn cartwheels in your best suit
It costs a lot more than its worth
And yet there is no substitute
They keep it on the higher shelf
The older and more pure it grows
It has no color in itself
But it can make you see rainbows
You can find it on the Bowery
Or you can find it at Elaines
It makes your words more flowery
It makes the sun shine, makes it rain
You just get out what they put in
And they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
But a bottle of gin is not like love

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Do me, Sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, strike me
Don't you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black mail
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don't you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

En gelijk hadtie...

Information begins the gathering
starting the pattern and stargate towards Saturn
between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket
you don't need any passport, all you need is a thought
suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal
the flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano
the brain begins to process as we start the conquest
from out the physical bondage, the thought
launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination
now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions
as we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population
seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of Bethlehem
I eat lamb with Abraham and break bread with the son of man
so slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band
as I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere
don't look back why, cause we're almost there
just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure
now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)
beyond the measure of yards
you can't comprehend to god or to distance between stars
pick up quasars inside the radar
as we're going far past any astronaut
moving so fast in this aircraft
everything we pass get hot, from the take-off
the blast turns glass into rocks
at last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass
till I become a beam of gas
and travel through a extreme draft
unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)
out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners,
giant antennas, high tech space cameras
or evidence in any cemetry or obituary
not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media
I'm in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the U.S. bar code
now I'm on Allah's road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos
where only god knows or goesl, blow like a UFO
to give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe
and explode through the mysterious black holes
deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown
to sit on my throne alone (Heavy Mental)
I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture
my sculpture, lights up the ultra violet
so you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace
therefore I keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid
my teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray
take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than a decade
as we begin to blaze, through the milky ways
repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days
the eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland
wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak
destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape
takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space
ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate
as we cruise going into magnitude
as we break up into a multitude of molecules
going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view
as, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves
that's supersonic, passing the comets, star clusters
changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker
kissing Christ at the last supper
grabbing a brass cup of wine (Heavy Mental)
I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa
in the position like yoga, till my mind passes over
the solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller
I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint
into the suns 8 points, then I, begin to rise like helium
escape in the milleniumm, two thousand
meditating to the soft note of a violin
I've been on Mars, building the holy synagogue
for the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance
there existed a hebrew lodge (Heavy Mental)
a phenomenon from out of the matrix
the world looks at me with envy and hatred
just because I appear to them half naked
rising into a spaceship
with an arm full of solid gold bracelets
a phenomenon from out of the matrix (Heavy Mental)
now the only time (Heavy Mental)
the only time you should catch.. (Heavy Mental)
only time, you could have
jet lag is if your cassette drag.. (Heavy Mental)
rock a by ? (Heavy Mental)
yo, just chill (Heavy Mental)
stop the tape (Heavy Mental)
(STOP IT!) Heavy Mental

Hier stroomt het bier
Het schuim der natie
dat zie je hier
Hier wordt het feest
Van de wanhoop gevierd
En het is zolang geleden
Maar nu ben ik weer hier

Vanaf de dag
Dat ik weg ben gegaan
Heb ik mezelf
In het spotligt zien staan
Ik keek naar een vreemde
Ik stond aan de kant
De glimlach op foto's
Was altijd verkrampt

Maarhier stroomt het bier
En ik ben niet gemaakt
Voor het recht van de sterken
Ik ben een verliezer
In mijn beste momenten
Dus laat me maar drinken
Dan verlies ik me hier...

...Stroomt het bier
Ik drink me zoals vroeger
Naar de ochtend toe
Ik weet niet hoeveel vrienden
In de storm ik heb verloren
Maar één is er gebleven
En dat is misschien genoeg

Ik heb zoveel te vertellen
Over wat ik heb gezien
De vedettes van het volk
Die zichzelf zo graag zien
Het circus van de waanzin
De klippen en de rotsen
Ik zag ik zong
Ik overwon en
Ik moest kotsen

Ik ging mee met het circus
En voor ik het wist
Was ik alleen nog
Een naam en een gezicht
En langzaam word
Wat een ander in je ziet
Een naam en een gezicht
Meer ben ik niet

Kijk, daar in de hoek
Van de kroeg zit een man
In slaap gevallen
Met het glas in zijn hand
Te dronken om te voelen
Wat hij niet voelen wil
Hier zijn we samen
En thuis is het stil

We speelden ooit verstoppertje
In de pauze op het plein
We hadden grote dromen
Want we waren toen nog klein

De ene werd een voetballer
De ander werd een held
We geloofden in de toekomst
Want de meester had verteld

Jullie kunnen alles worden
Als je maar je huiswerk kent
Maar je moet geduldig wachten
Tot je later groter bent

Is dit nou later
Is dit nou later als je groot bent
Een diploma vol met leugens
Waarop staat dat je volwassen bent
Is dit nou later
Is dit nou later als je groot bent
Ik snap geen donder van het leven
Ik weet nog steeds niet wie ik ben
Is dit nou later

We spelen nog verstoppertje
Maar niet meer op het plein
En de meeste zijn geworden
Wat ze toen niet wilde zijn

We zijn allemaal volwassen
Wie niet weg is gezien
En ik zou die hele choas
Nu toch helder moeten zien

Maar ik zie geen hand voor ogen
En het donker maakt me bang
Mamma, mamma...
Mag het licht aan op de gang

Is dit nou later
Is dit nou later als je groot bent
Een diploma vol met leugens
Waarop staat dat je de waarheid kent
Is dit nou later
Is dit nou later als je groot bent
Ik snap geen donder van het leven
Ik weet nog steeds niet wie ik ben
Is dit nou later

Father I have killed many angels,
I think.
I will now walk in the sea.
I hope you will someday forgive me
Please moor
my empty boat on a pier

I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget that we are all the same.

In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lifes
You've taken action thinking it was all said on the sings.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of life

Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain will remain.
No power to gain.

Now I have time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.

Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
The pain will remain.
No power to gain.

Mother where's your son.
When has this begun'
Who has been the fool'

No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Who you tell me the color of the rain'
In the world that we live on, the lies said and done
They can well overrun
the power of one.

No one was born to be a slave etc.

To live and let die
To give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for'

To think you are right
To make sure it won't fly
Is a making of a hate crime

In the homes of the brave,
In the homes of the land slaves,
We are all the same

I need to believe.
There's more than the eye can see
All colors of rainbow.

No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master

In the land we live, we die
praise the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web around the faker
We will need a true
Rainmaker

"Children of Abel, Children of Cain
Can live in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacret Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the wisdom of past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."

Took her in
Dropped a line
Turned me on
(I travel I travel)
We never leave each other 'cause we leave each other so cold
Makes it melt away

The easy part is taking yourself in
Its wartime every time
Shot away

Wipe the smile from your face
Its getting in the way
Its wartime every time
She cut me a line and she turned me on
She made it cool
You couldnt do it if you wanted to
(Believe me believe me)

Its wartime every time
Small talk every time
Its my favourite chloroform
Its pill talk every time
Get it out the way
Friction wound
Shot away

Ricochet
We're like identical twins
Sucking on the same teat
Spitting out the same things
(I travel far, I travel far)
Its wartime every time
Small talk every time
Its my favourite chloroform
Its pillow talk every time
Get it out the way
Friction wound
Ricochet

Lineem up and knockem down
Shot away
A shot away
A shot away
A shot away

I'm crowded when I'm gone
I live here to seep thru this song
Hey la
I can't go on
I'm lost
I'll be there running on & off
Hey la
And when you reach that point
You're a wall
And when you bleed sight
You receive a call
Oh please take us
We're wrong
We live now to relive on & on
Place my paces
Pave my way
We only remain
The same way as the sounds on a tape
And when you draw a line
It goes where you want
And when shadows step ahead of you
They start and stop
With these riches we walk & walk
We give to this time all that we got
We play it this way cuz this is how we feel
It means so much to me when the pretend becomes real

Fantastische tekst!

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Op zondag 21 april 2002 22:27 schreef Revian het volgende:
Echt een geniale tekst, beschrijft ook nog enigzins hoe ik me nu voel:

Hey zanger zing je liedje maar, maar weet dat ik het weet!
Al zing je nog zo ingeleefd, een ander schreef je leed!
Ik hoor je woorden zweven, uit elke winkel in de stad,
Maar het klinkt me niet alsof je net zo'n lief als ik had heb gehad!

Hey zanger zeg het spijt me!
Vergeet wat ik net zei,
Want waar ik je van beschuldig slaat meteen weer terug op mij!
Wat kon ik lekker zingen van de pijn die aan me vrat!
Tot dat zij m'n woorden waarheid gaf, de liefste lief die ik ooit
had mij nou verteld dat echt verdriet zo voelen zou!
Had ik't allang voorkomen ha'k gezegd ik ook van jou!
Pas als het je gebeurd is, dan alleen begrijp je dat!
Als je net zo'n lief als ik had, lief als ik had heb gehad!

Ze kon zich geven als een meisje, kon je nemen als een vrouw,
Ze huilde met de film mee, als de regiseur dat wou,
Ze kon je gedachte vangen in een achteloze zin,
En ze rookte als een zeerover, danste als een zigeunerin!

En zeven lange jaren maakte zij mijn liedjes licht,
Pas nu ze is vertrokken krijgen ze wat meer gewicht,
Hey zanger, weetje wat het is, en misschien is het wel dat,
Dat ze hier nogsteeds geweesd zou zijn als ze net zo'n lief als ik had had gehad!

Zo'n Lief Als Ik Had - Acda & de Munnik

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On yeah, Oh yeah
Open wide and they'll shove in
Their meaning of life
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
But not for me I'll do it on my own
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Open wide and swallow their meaning of life
I can't make it work your way
Thanks but no thanks

By the way
I know your path has been tried and so
It may seem like the way to go
Me, I'd rather be found
Trying something new
And the bottom line
In all of this seems to say
There's no right and wrong way
Sorry if I don't feel like
Living the way you do

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Op donderdag 5 december 2002 23:26 schreef sweek het volgende:
Smallfilm

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Die is zo goed

Lick a camel's ass
Lick a moose's dick
Suck my doggy's cock
Suck a honey badger's ass
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck a race horse's bootyhole
Suck a snow leopard's ass
Suck a castapediors dick
Suck my Doberman Pinscher's cock
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck a cliff springer's dick
Suck a llama's balls
Suck a jackass's dick
Suck a buffalo's ass fucking jerk
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
Goose Island, it's Chicago's crab brewer

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Op woensdag 26 maart 2003 16:11 schreef EdSchouten het volgende:
smalfilm
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Die wou ik ook posten

Die is zo goed

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"...ik ken een raadsel over eenzaamheid
en het gaat als volgt
wat doet pijn en telt voor twee..'

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door aphx op 27-03-2003 02:26]

Talk, it's only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
Articulate announcements
It's only talk

Talk, it's only talk
Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, boulderdash, ballyhoo
It's only talk
Back talk

Talk talk talk, it's only talk
Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy
Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
It's only talk
Cheap talk

Talk, talk, it's only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a D this time
Dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,
Dissention, declamation
Double talk, double talk

Talk, talk, it's all talk
Too much talk
Small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, expugnations, exclamations, enfadulations
It's all talk
Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are

It seems that the vicious circle can never be broken through

The hopeful ones gathered their strength to achieve the apparent impossible
but all plans seem to be in vain

As a soldier of Allah hes an example
for the others on his bloody way to immortality

It seems that the vicious circle can never be broken through
Because old wounds are reopened every time

This Intifada as a device to thwart the peace negotiations

He can rely on a reward in the hereafter
Eternal paradise awaits him

Pugnacity
With our blood
Show no mercy
With our soul
Die for heaven
An eye for an eye
Burn to let them...
Suffer for all their actions

We will not move an inch
They wont play in our hands
We will not tolerate those who defy

We will not hesitate
To start an attack if,
you undermine the agreement

Let them suffer
Stop to let them suffer!

after forever - forlorn hope

SIMON

catch your breath
hit the wall
scream out loud
as you start to crawl
back in your cage
the only place
where they will
leave you alone
cause the weak will seek the weaker till they've broken them
could you get it back again
would it be the same
fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense
left you with no defense
they tore it down

and I have felt the same
as you I've felt the same
as you I've felt the same

locked inside
the only place
where you feel sheltered
where you feel safe
you lost yourself
in your search to find
something else to hide behind
cause the fearful always preyed upon your confidence
didn't they see the consequence
they pushed you around
the arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones
breaking them till they've become
just another crown

and I have felt the same
as you I've felt the same
as you I've felt the same
as you I've felt the same

refuse to feel
anything at all
refuse to slip
refuse to fall
can't be weak
can't stand still
watch your back
cause no one will

you don't know why they had to go this far
traded your worth for these scars
for your only company
and don't believe the lies that they have told to you
not one word was true
you're alright
you're alright
you're alright

and I have felt the same
as you I've felt the same
as you I've felt the same
as you I've felt the same

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Niet zozeer een geniale tekst maar wel heel grappig

I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with me, I'ma kick her little monkey ass!
See you hoes got it wrong!
Think that if some Nigga says he loves you he ain't strong.
Girl you taking shit the wrong way.
And I can tell right now. It's gonna be a long day!
I got to educate you brothers
If the bitch won't give up the plate
then fuck her!
Move along to the next trick.
See I'm teh type of guy who tells a girl
"suck dick!"
And if she ain't suckin'
That's a waste of time
conversation and my fuckin'
I'll just put my fuckin pants on
And tell the idiotic freak
to take her tramp ass home!

You see I don't need a dumbie!
I need a bitch to like nuts
until my dick is coming
And after this she'll earn her glow
Just call me the gangster of love.

I like bitches
All kinds of bitches,

To take off my shirt
and pull down my britches
If she has big tities
I'll squeeze them and hold'em
As she sucks my dick and licks my scrotum
If she's got another friend then I'll fuck her too
Together we can play a game of swi-cha-ru
I ain't the type who gets all mushy
I like to sit back
and watch them eat each other's pussy!
Weak people might say I'm insane
But that's the other damn love of the game
I'll turn your sister out if you fuck with me
You want to know my name???

Bitches look at me like I'm a faker
Knowiung goddamn well
I'm a mutherfuckin heartbreaker!
I'll have them crying for months
Cause I done fucked their best friends
and put a whipping on their cunts
They have their mothers to call
But if you don't fucked one mom
Then you done fucked them all
And I really don't give a fuck
Cause if your mother give up the pussy
she's fucked
And I really don't give a fuck
A pussy fuckin' gangster!
goddamn!
Six different hoes a night
I use lubricated rubbers
To make the pussy feel right
Better to be safe than be a vicitm
I put the pussy in its place
Before I nut
I pull it out into the face
And tell the bitch to keep licking
And prepare herself for another ruthless dicking
And when I'm done--straight to the tub
Just call me the gangster of love.

I'm a mutherfucker
I put a bitch through a test.
If she don't pass, she don't get blessed!
If the test consist of
fuckin my whole crew
Bitch, goddamnit that's what you gotta do.
You say you want to be down with Willie-D
But yet you find it difficult to listen to me
Everytime you fuck up and miss a class
I'ma put my goddamn foot in your ass
ANd if your father wants to buck up
I'll beat the wrinkles out the old mutherfucker
I'll treat a bitch like a queen,
But she's got to realize that I'm the goddamn king
Some jealous punk in town
Told my girl I was fucking around and she's still down.
To do the same
Yo've got to have game
You want to know my name???

[side]
say ak
you what's up Dee
All the hoes mad 'cause we ain't paying for the pussy fighting over their asses
and shit! Yup that's that other level of the game again.
Damn straight!
While we on the subject of hoes, whatever happened to the hoe you used to fuck
named Cathy???

[song again...]
Ok Cathy
That hoe was hot.
The first peace of pussy that I ever got!
She fucked me till I was coming
Put her nuts in my mouth
and started humming
I said shit comense the checking
She started scratching my dill-bag
and said hold up a second.
Turned me over on my back.
Opened up my butt cheecks
and started licking up my asshole
That's why I guess that I'm the gangster
And Kathleen Johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
by niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
Big-ass titties are the sexy switch
Whatever you get, you deserved it bitch!

See ummm,
I like to take'em st.
Pretend I lovem
and dog their motherfuckin ass.
Like for instance ms. "p"
The bitch ran a game
and tried to fuck over me
But I sensed it in the making
talking about she's pregnant
From me or that Jamaican???
She said me of course
So I drug her little ass
Like a mutherfuckin horse.
That's what you get for tryna play me
I'll kick the bitch
right dead in the ass
If she ever says we
made a kid when I make it
I'll grab her vile her mutherfuckin' neck
and try to break it!
Cause I knew I wore a fucking glove
You know who you fuckin with bitch???

quote:

Immortal Technique -- Dance With The Devil

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

quote:

Beatles - Norwegian Wood:

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood.

quote:

XTC - Dear God

Dear god, hope you get the letter and...
I pray you can make it better down here
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
But all the people that you made in your image
See them starving in the street
'Cause they don't get enough to eat from god
I can't believe in you
Dear god, sorry to disturb you but...
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
And all the people that you made in your image
See them fighting in the street
'Cause they can't make opinions meet about god
I can't believe in you
Did you make disease and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!
Dear god don't know if you noticed but...
Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book
And us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look
And all the people that you made in your image
still believing that junk is true
Well I know it ain't, and so do you
Dear god
I can't believe in
I don't believe
I won't believe in heaven or hell
No saints, no sinners, no devil as well
No pearly gates, no thorny crown
You're always letting us humans down
The wars you bring, the babes you drown
Those lost at sea and never found
And it's the same the whole world 'round
The hurt I see helps to compound
That father, son and holy ghost
Is just somebody's unholy hoax
And if you're up there you'll perceive
That my heart's here upon my sleeve
If there's one thing I don't believe in
It's you
Dear god

quote:

I've been to the East, I've been to the West
But the girls I like most are the ones undressed

quote:

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them, but they were only sattelites
Is it wrong to wish on space-hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

quote:

How can you lie there, and think of England
When you don't even know who's in the team

quote:

Op woensdag 24 april 2002 13:28 schreef Dave_Mustaine het volgende:

quote:

Op maandag 25 juli 2005 18:42 schreef FireAndIce het volgende:
Ik vind over het algemeen de Teksten van Pearl Jam buitengewoon mooi, mooi van eenvoud, maar zo betekenis vol.
Een van mijn favorieten is

"Present Tense"

do you see the way that tree bends?
does it inspire?
leaning out to catch the sun's rays
a lesson to be applied
are you getting something out of this all encompassing trip?
you can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh
or you can come to terms and realize
you're the only one who can't forgive yourself, oh
makes much more sense to live in the present tense
have you ideas on how this life ends?
checked your hands and studied the lines
have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light?
seems that needlessly it's getting harder
to find an approach and a way to live
are we getting something out of this all-encompassing trip?
you can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, oh
or you can come to terms and realize
you're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, oh
makes much more sense to live in the present tense

Kan er nog velen bij zetten, Eddie schrijft gewoon zeer goede lyrics....