FOK!s eigen Top 2000 #5

You're all that I have and you're all that I need
Each and every day I pray to get to know your peace
Wanna be close to you, yes I'm so hungry
You're like water for my soul when it gets thirsty
Without you there's no me
You're the air that I breathe
{Say} Sometimes the world is dark and I just can't see
With these, demons surround all around to bring me down to negativity
But I believe, yes I believe, I said I believe
I'll stand on my own two feet
Won't be brought down on one knee
I'll fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee
Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe
Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe
Out of darkness comes light, twilight unto the heights
Crown Heights {yah} burnin' up all through the twilight
Said, thank you to my God, now I finally got it right
And I'll fight with all of my heart, and all a' my soul, and all a' my might

[Chorus:]2x
What's this feeling?
My love will rip a hole in the ceiling
(I give/Givin'} myself to you {now} from the essence of my being
And I sing to my God, songs of love and healing
I want Moshiach now, time it starts revealing
What's this feeling?
My love will rip a hole in the ceiling
(I give/Givin'} myself to you {now} from the essence of my being
And I sing to my God, songs of love and healing
I want Moshiach now. {ya}

Stripin' away the layers and reveal your soul
Ya gotta to give yourself up and then you become whole
You're a slave to yourself and you don't even know
(You) Want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow
If you're trying to stay high, you're bound to stay low
You want God but you (can't/couldn't} deflate your ego
You're already there, then there's nowhere to go
You're cup's already full then it's bound to overflow
If you're drowning in the waters and you can't stay afloat
Ask Hasheem for mercy {and} he'll throw you a rope
(You're) lookin' for help from God; you say he couldn't be found
Searching up to the sky and looking beneath the ground
Like a King without his Crown
You keep fallin' down
You really want to live but can't get rid of your frown
You('re) try(in') to reach unto the heights and wound bound down on the ground
Given up your pride - then ya heard a sound
Out of night comes day {and} out of day comes light
{said} Nullified to the One like sunlight in a ray,
(Makin'/Make} room for his love for a fire gone blaze,
(Make/Makin'} room for his love for a fire gone blaze,

[Chorus:]2x
What's this feeling?
My love will rip a hole in the ceiling
(I give/Givin'} myself to you {now} from the essence of my being
and I sing to my God, songs of love and healing
I want Moshiach now so it's time we start revealing

What's this feeling?
My love will rip a (hole/skylight} in the ceiling
(I give/Givin'} myself to you now from the essence of my being
And I sing to my God, songs of love and healing
(I want Moshiach now)

{Yah yah, yah yah yo yah yah...}

[guitar solo]

{..yo.. [x13]}

{And} See, I lift up (my/mine} eyes where my help come from
And I seen it circling around from the mountain
Thunder!
You feel it in your chest
You keep my mind at ease and my soul at rest
You're not vexed

{When I} Look to the sky where my help come from
{and I} Seen it circling around from the mountain
Thunder!
You feel it in your chest

(You keep my mind at ease and my soul at rest
You're not vexed
[freestylin'])

{Ziggy-yiggy-yo viggy-yiggy-yo
Said Thunder!
You feel it in your, I feel it in your,
Thunder!
You feel it in your, I feel it in your,
Thunder!
You feel it in your, I feel it in your,
Yo ho ho..ah!
...
Woo!

What's this feeling?
My love will rip a hole in the ceiling
Givin' myself to you from the essence of my being
Sing to my God {wah, ha ha..]

Zee wah yo
Zee wah yo ho..
Ho yo..
Zyeh yo ho ho
Yah!

#ANONIEM	maandag 21 september 2009 @ 23:05
	quote: Op zaterdag 3 januari 2009 15:08 schreef yvonne het volgende: [url= Ieder jaar vaste prik, de Top 2000 op radio2. Maaaaar, de leuke nummers komen of niet aan bod, of veranderen nooit van plaats. Hier FOK!s eigen Top 2000. Spelregels: Let op de juiste nummering. Zoek songteksten erbij, of hoezen of plaatjes van de band, ditjes en datjes uit die tijd, wees creatief Ga niet als ene dolle zitten volposten, maar zoek op je gemak een nummer dat jij op die plaats vindt horen. Lijst tot nu toe: http://wiki.fok.nl/index.php/Foks_eigen_Top_2000 Laatst gepost: 918: Sigur Rós - Vaka
Mostlyanthony	maandag 21 september 2009 @ 23:11
	917: Pink Floyd - See Emily play See Emily Play Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow There is no other day Let's try it another way You'll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow There is no other day Let's try it another way You'll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh Float on a river forever and ever, Emily There is no other day Let's try it another way You'll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play
ranja	maandag 21 september 2009 @ 23:38
	916 The B-52's - Party Out of Bounds The B-52's komen uit Athens, Georgia en feesten al 30 jaar. Nou ja, alleen feesten is het niet. Na het album Whammy! uit 1983 overlijdt gitarist Ricky Wilson, broer van zangeres/percussioniste Cindy, aan aids. Dan wordt het een paar jaar stil en komen dan terug om nog een paar echte hits te scoren. Maar de echte B-52's is toch de tijd dat ze met z'n 5en waren, hoe goed een single als Love Shack ook is. Daarom nu dit nummer, van hun 2e album uit 1980. The B-52's - Party Out of Bounds - Rock in Rio 1985
Mostlyanthony	dinsdag 22 september 2009 @ 11:24
	915: R.E.M. - Drive R.E.M. Drive HQ Smack, crack, bushwhacked. Tie another one to the racks, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll. Nobody tells you where to go, baby. What if I ride? What if you walk? What if you rock around the clock? Tick-tock. Tick-tock. What if you did? What if you walk? What if you tried to get off, baby? Hey, kids, where are you? Nobody tells you what to do, baby. Hey kids, shake a leg. Maybe you’re crazy in the head, baby. Maybe you did. Maybe you walked. Maybe you rocked around the clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Maybe I ride. Maybe you walk. Maybe I drive to get off, baby. Hey kids, shake a leg. Maybe you’re crazy in the head, baby. Ollie, ollie. Ollie ollie ollie. Ollie ollie in come free, baby. Hey, kids, where are you? Nobody tells you what to do, baby. Smack, crack. Shack-a-lack. Tie another one to your back, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll. Nobody tells you where to go, baby. Maybe you did. Maybe you walk. Maybe you rock around the clock Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Maybe I ride. Maybe you walk. Maybe I drive to get off, baby. Hey kids, where are you? Nobody tells you what to do, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll. Nobody tells you where to go, baby, baby, baby.
methodmich	dinsdag 22 september 2009 @ 16:56
	914 Okkervil River - Another Radio Song Deze band mag ook niet ontbreken, bijzonder genre! Okkervil River - Another Radio Song Sit back, no song is written It's nothing you thought of yourself It's just a ghost, came unbidden To this house This infection gets stronger every year This seed in the water of your tear There is no escaping it This seed in the water of your tear The way an unborn baby's ear Unfolds in your belly This infection gets stronger every year This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek And there is no escaping it There is no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio Bless this tiny alley we have fallen from tall buildings we have fallen through the air Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest Sleeping flowers now they sit under the sidewalk Now they're waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us All that is your beauty Oh and all that brings you pleasure I could sigh into your hide And say I hope I'm here forever But Black Sheep Boy with your lovers With your list of favorite pillows with your list of missing children With the wall where you drew windows Overlooking hidden gardens Cut apart by jagged mountains Climbing up into the air And crumbling down into a fountain Where the water waits forever Like a quiet distant treasure When you rise up to recover When you leave this tiny alley When you meet me in the garden With your horns all hung with cedar Every spirit brushing past me Brushing past them in the ether Scream all this is window dressing All you are is flimsy curtains Watch you flame up with a word from us And won't know that you're Burning! Burning Burning! (There's no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio There's no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio)
ranja	dinsdag 22 september 2009 @ 18:41
	913 Strawelte - Fryslan boppe _{voor SCH} Strawelte is zo'n beetje de oer-pretpunk band van Friesland. Er is 1 album uitgekomen en 2 verzamelaars. Op de 2e verzamelaar alles van hun eerste verzamelaar + een reunie concert op Waldrock. strawelte fryslan boppe!! de rest mast dea skoppuh!!
Bookie65	dinsdag 22 september 2009 @ 20:20
	912 Mano Negra - Sidi H´Bibi Mano Negra - Sidi HĀ“Bibi - Video Clip Hey hey sidi h'bibi hey houa (bis) Sidi h'bibi ahoua Massah'rini ahoua Lam'hazbini ahoua Oua h'bibi malou oun'sani Hey hey sidi h'bibi hey houa (bis) Ana m'rid ana m'rid Hata m'rid mabia Hey hey sidi h'bibi hey houa (bis) Ijini oua ijini oua ijini bah'ma Ha? ha
cafca	dinsdag 22 september 2009 @ 20:41
	911 Paul SImon - You can call me Al Nog zo'n grote held die er vaak in moet. Deze natuurlijk ook vanwege de geweldige videoclip Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al A man walks down the street He says why am I soft in the middle now Why am I soft in the middle The rest of my life is so hard I need a photo-opportunity I want a shot at redemption Don't want to end up a cartoon In a cartoon graveyard Bonedigger Bonedigger Dogs in the moonlight Far away my well-lit door Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly Get these mutts away from me You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al A man walks down the street He says why am I short of attention Got a short little span of attention And wo my nights are so long Where's my wife and family What if I die here Who'll be my role-model Now that my role-model is Gone Gone He ducked back down the alley With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl All along along There were incidents and accidents There were hints and allegations If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al A man walks down the street It's a street in a strange world Maybe it's the Third World Maybe it's his first time around He doesn't speak the language He holds no currency He is a foreign man He is surrounded by the sound The sound Cattle in the marketplace Scatterlings and orphanages He looks around, around He sees angels in the architecture Spinning in infinity He says Amen! and Hallelujah! If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al
methodmich	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 15:59
	[b]910 The Band - Whispering Pines[/i] Hemeltergend mooi nummer. Richard Manuel zingt het heel emotioneel, zonder alles echt te halen. Whispering Pines - The Band (The Band 6 of 10) If you find me in a gloom, or catch me in a dream Inside my lonely room, there is no in between Whispering pines, rising of the tide If only one star shines That's just enough to get inside I will wait until it all goes 'round With you in sight, the lost are found Foghorn through the night, calling out to sea Protect my only light, 'cause she once belonged to me Let the waves rush in, let the seagulls cry For if I live again, these hopes will never die I can feel you standing there But I dont see you anywhere Standing by the well, wishing for the rains Reaching for the clouds, for nothing else remains Drifting in a daze, when evening will be done Try looking through a haze At an empty house, in the cold, cold sun I will wait until it all goes round With you in sight, the lost are found
Bookie65	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 20:21
	910 Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five - White Lines Zo'n beetje het eerste hiphopnummer dat indruk op mij maakte. Grandmaster & Melle Mel - White Lines (Don't Don't Do It) (U.S. Street Mix) Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah) Uhraah! Bass! Ooh White, White Ooh White, White Ooh White, White (Ooh White Lines) Vision dreams of passion (Blowin’ through my mind) and all the while I think of you (High price) a very strange reaction (For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do (Something like a phenomenon) Baby! (Tellin your body to come along, but white lines blow away) (Blow! Rock it! Blow!) Ticket to ride, white line highway Tell all your friends, they can go my way Pay your toll, sell your soul Pound for pound costs more than gold The longer you stay, the more you pay My white lines go a long way Either up your nose or through your vein With nothin to gain except killin’ your brain (Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!) (Blow!) (Ahhh) Higher, baby (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! And don't ever come down! (Freebase!) Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang (Pipeline) pure as the driven snow (Connected to my mind) and now I'm havin’ fun, baby! (High price) it's getting kinda low (Cause it makes you feel so nice) I need some one-on-one, baby! (Don't let it blow your mind away) Baby! (And go into your little hideaway ‘cause white lines blow away) (Blow! Rock it! Blow!) A million magic crystals, painted pure and white A multi-million dollars almost overnight Twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt And if you get hooked, baby, it's nobody else's fault, so don't do it! (Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!) Raah! (Blow!) (Ahhh) Higher, baby (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! And don't ever come down! (Freebase!) (Don’t you get too high) don’t you get too high baby! (Turns you on) you really turn me on and on ('Cause you gotta come down) my temperature is risin’ (When the thrill is gone) no, I don’t want you to go A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time He got out three years from now just to commit more crime A businessman is caught with 24 kilos He’s out on bail and out of jail And that’s the way it goes Raah! (Kane! Sugar! Kane! Sugar! Kane!) Athletes rejected, governerds corrected Gangsters, thugs and smugglers are thoroughly respected The money gets divided The women get excited Now I’m broke and it’s no joke It’s hard as hell to fight it, don’t buy it! (Freeze! Haha ha ha! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!) Raah! (Blow!) (Ahhh) Get higher, baby (Ahhh) Get higher, girl! (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! C’mon! Raah! (White Lines) Vision dreams of passion (Blowin’ through my mind) and all the while I think of you (High price) a very strange reaction (For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do (Something like a phenomenon) Baby! (Tellin your body to come along, but white lines blow away) Little Jack Horner sitting on the corner With no shoes and clothes This aint funny, but he took his money And sniffed it up his nose (Hey man, you wanna cop some blow?) (Sure, what you got, dust, flakes or rocks?) (I got China White, Mother of Pearl, Ivory Flake, What you need?) (Well yeah, well let me check it out man, just let me get a freeze) (Go ahead man, stuff I got should kill ya!) (Yeah man th-that’s that’s raw, wuh) (Freeze! Haha ha ha! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock
Flitspaal	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 20:43
	909: Death - Pull the Plug Death - Pull The Plug Memories is all thats left behind As I lay and wait to die Little do they know That I hear their choice of life End it now, it is the only way Too cruel, that is what they say Release me from this lonely world There is no hope - why dont you Pull the plug Let me pass away Pull the plug Dont wanna live this way Once I had full control of my life I now behold a machine decides my fate End it now its all too late What has now been days, it seems like years To stay like this is what I fear Life ends so fast, so take your chance And make it last End it now, it is the only way Too cruel, that is what they say Release me from this lonely world There is no hope - why dont you Pull the plug Let me pass away Pull the plug Dont wanna live this way
cafca	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 20:48
	908 The Nits - Red Tape Nits - Red Tape She was always thinking That the others were the losers And that they could [never?] kill her too This is the official word Now welcome to the papers And the forms are waiting here for you It didn't work at all She couldn't stand or fall Queing up for counters She was standing there for hours And then someone told her It is closed Bureaucrat tie and hat Disappearing like a ghost It didn't work at all She couldn't stand or fall Late at night the kids in bed She's looking at the TV screen One more night she's talking to The window of the washing machine
#ANONIEM	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 20:51
	907 Eric Clapton - Tears in Heaven Omdat ik hier een verlies mee kan verwerken Eric Clapton/Tears in heaven Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven? Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven? I must be strong and carry on, 'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven. Would you hold my hand - If I saw you in heaven? Would you help me stand - If I saw you in heaven? I'll find my way, through night and day 'Cause I know I just can stay here in heaven. Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees. Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please. Beyond the door, there's peace I'm sure And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven... Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven? Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven? I must be strong and carry on, 'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven.
cafca	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 20:54
	906 Blue Öyster Cult - Cities on Flame with Rock n Roll Ook ter nagedachtenis aan een voormalig mede-fokker die zijn blog naar dit nummer vernoemd had. Blue Oyster Cult - Cities on Flame With Rock and Roll My heart is black, and my lips are cold Cities on flame with rock and roll Three thousand guitars they seem to cry My ears will melt, and then my eyes Oh, let the girl, let that girl, rock and roll Cities on flame now, with rock and roll Gardens of nocturne, forbidden delights Reins of steel, and its alright Cities on flame, with rock and roll Marshal will buoy, but fender control Let the girl, let that girl rock and roll Cities on flame now, with rock and roll My heart is black, and my lips are cold Cities on flame with rock and roll Three thousand guitars they seem to cry My ears will melt, and then my eyes Let the girl, let that girl rock and roll Cities on flame now, with rock and roll
Johan89	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 21:00
	905: Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil Epic storytelling Dance With The Devil - Immortal Technique [Verse 1] 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
ranja	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 21:02
	904 Emilie Simon - Alicia Emilie Simon is het bekendst geworden van de soundtrack van 'de pinguin film', March of the Penguins. Ze heeft echter ook normale albums uitgebracht waarvan de laatste (de 4e, incl de soundtrack) zeer recent verschenen is. Zo recent dat die vandaag in m'n brievenbus lag. In deze lijst nu een nummer van haar 3e album, Vegetal, uit 2006. Emilie Simon - Alicia
cafca	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 21:08
	903 Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead [Music Video] White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The count Bela Logosi's dead Undead undead undead
Mostlyanthony	woensdag 23 september 2009 @ 22:53
	902: Uriah Heep - Sweet freedom Uriah Heep Sweet freedom Live 1973 As you look around you Do you like what you see? Though it sometimes Makes you lonely Do you like being free? And are you sure you'll be okay Without my company? I just want you to be happy Even if it's not with me Sweet sweet freedom Sweet sweet sweet Will the line between all this And my love ever meet Sweet sweet Freedom Sweet sweet sweet What I'm really tryin' to say Is that I will be around Should you find that after all You can't get by With what you found Oh, it wasn't just my heart you took And gently tossed into the sea Though it's hard to find The words I need - I guess it was me Will the line between all this And my love ever gonna meet Sweet sweet Freedom Sweet sweet sweet Oh sweet, oh sweet sweet freedom So sweet, so sweet
methodmich	donderdag 24 september 2009 @ 17:08
	901 The Smiths - Cemetery Gates Nog maar eens een nummer van deze band in de lijst! The Smiths - Cemetry Gates (Wolverhampton 1986) A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now ? with loves, and hates and passions just like mine they were born and then they lived and then they died which seems so unfair and I wantr to crv You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own but Im well-read, have heard them said a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more) if you must write prose/poems the words you use should be your own dont plagiarise or take "on loans" there's alweays someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall You say: "ere long done do does did " words which could only be your own you then produce the text from whence was ripped (some dizzy whore, 1804) A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine
Mostlyanthony	donderdag 24 september 2009 @ 21:53
	900: Pink Floyd - Atom heart mother Pink Floyd : Atom Heart Mother Pt 1 : "Fathers Shout" Pink Floyd : Atom Heart Mother Pt 2 : "Breast Milky" Pink Floyd : Atom Heart Mother Pt 3 : Mother 4 / Funky Dung Pink Floyd : Atom Heart Mother Pt 4 : "Remergence"