Wat vind jij goede songteksten? Waar je dus wat van leert bijvoorbeeld, en dan bedoel ik geen teksten die je gewoon leuk vind klinken of teksten die nergens op slaan (Britney Spears' Born To Make You Happy bijvoorbeeld).
Het Dorp - Wim Sonneveld (1973)
En langs het tuinpad van mijn vader
zag ik de hoge bomen staan
ik was een kind en wist niet beter
dan dat het nooit voorbij zou gaan.
...
Toen ik langs het tuinpad van mijn vader
de hoge bomen nog zag staan
ik was een kind hoe kon ik weten
dat dat voorgoed voorbij zou gaan
Ook één van de allermooiste ooit vind ik Kiss Me van Sixpence None The Richer.
Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer (1999)
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlite floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling. So kiss me.
Ontzettend lieve songtekst. Vooral de zin "Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance silver moon's sparkling" vind ik één van een ongekende schoonheid. Eén van de mooiste regels ooit geschreven, wat mij betreft.
Is Dit Alles van Doe Maar heeft ook een sterke songtekst. Vooral de zin "We leven trouw het leven van zo velen" spreekt me erg aan. Dat is ZO waar.
Daarnaast vind ik 't Is Weer Voorbij Die Mooie Zomer van Gerard Cox ook schitterend. De tekst geeft perfect het zomergevoel weer. Fantastische tekst.
't Is Weer Voorbij Die Mooie Zomer van Gerard Cox (1973)
En 's morgens vissen in de zon
En zwemmen zover als je kon
We voeren met 'n boot 'n end op zee
't Is jammer dat 't over ging
't Is allemaal herinnering
Daar doen we 't dan de hele winter maar weer mee
Goed, dit zijn wel mijn grootste favorieten.
but I think it's time you learn how to use your tongue.
You say you want things to be even and you want things to be fair,
but you're afraid to get your teeth caught in my pubic hair.
If you're lying there expecting me to suck your dick,
you're going to have to give me more than just a token lick.
Well, you may not like it but you better learn how,
CAUSE IT'S YOUR TURN NOW.
Now, YOU SUCK, suck it hard, go down baby.
YOU SUCK, lick it hard, and move your tongue around.
[knip]
Well, I know you think it's a real drag,
to suck my cunt when I'm on the rag.
Quit making up stories, yeah give me a break.
Cause I really don't believe that you got a headache.
You tell me it's gross to suck my yeast infection.
How do you think I feel when I GAG on your erection? (uh!)
Your wasting your tongue with lame excuses,
GET YOUR FACE BETWEEN MY THIGHS.
Now, YOU SUCK, suck it hard, go down baby.
YOU SUCK, lick it hard, and move your tongue around.
(ik typ trouwens steeds maar een stukje, want anders moet je zoveel scrollen)
“Can’t Take That Away” van Mariah Carey vind ik goed. Het gaat erover dat je je niets aan moet trekken van de sjit die over je gezegd wordt (terwijl veel mensen vaak verlegen worden bijvoorbeeld als er steeds over je gezegd word dat je lelijk bent bijvoorbeeld)
“They can say anything they want to say
Try to bring me down
But I will not allow
Anyone to succeed
Hanging clouds over me
And they can try hard to make me feel
That I don't matter at all
But I refuse to falter
In what I believe
Or lose faith in my dreams”
“Crash And Burn” van Savage Garden vind ik ook mooi (Affirmation van datzelfde album is ook heel goed)
“When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relieve and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone”
Nou ik heb veel teksten van Janet die ik erg mooi/goed vind (op haar album “The Velvet Rope” staan erg goede teksten, over veel onderwerpen), maar ik kies er maar 1.
Janet – “You”
You gaat erover dat je jezelf moet blijven, en dat je je dus niet moet gaan gedragen zodat jij er populairder door wordt.
“Here I am in your face
Tellin' truths and not your old lies
Seems to me that you care
And I know that you're runnin' outta time
See ya can't get away
I'll be here forever and again
Whisperin' in your ear
Do believe 'cause you know you cannot win
Spent most your life pretending not to be
The one you are but who you choose to see
Learned to survive in your fictitious world
Does what they think of you determine your worth
If special's what you feel when you're with them
Taken away, you feel less than again
That's right
You gotta mean what you say
You gotta say what you mean
Tryin' to please everyone
Sacrifice your own needs
Check in the mirror my friend
No lies will be told then
Pointin' the finger again
You can't blame nobody but you
You gotta mean what you say
You gotta say what you mean
Tryin' to please everyone
Sacrifice your own needs
Check in the mirror my friend
No lies will be told then
Pointin' the finger again
You can't blame nobody but you”
Nou ik heb er nog wel meer maar ik stop nu maar.
2pac - changes
2pac - hit 'em up
2pac - dear mama
2pac - made niggaz
2pac + outlawz - u can be touched
2pac + outlawz - letter to the president
2pac + outlawz - killuminati
En als iemand denkt dat het nergens over gaat moet ik aanraden om dat voor je te houden voordat je goed naar de lyrics hebt geluisterd.
Ik zal geen lappen text plakken want dat slaat nergens op...
im out...
ow ja, hier zijn (bijna) alle lyrics die nergens op slaan:
eminem - the real slim shady
eminem - my name is
tq - daily
ice cube feat. krazie bone - until we rich
dmx - party up
dmx - my name is
juvenile - back that ass up
puff daddy - p.e. 2000
puff daddy - i'll do this for you
puff daddy - real niggas
er komen er nog meer 
en ik zal maar niet met de pop lyrics beginnen want dan ben ik morgen nog bezig...
out, again...
[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Machiaveli op 24-07-2000 21:22]
I Gave you my soul
You left me dying
Within the walls
Of my mind......alone,
The winter serenade
fell silent to me
To bid you farewell - Opeth
I am awaiting the sunrise
Gazing modestly through the coldest morning
Once it came you lied
Embracing us over autumn's proud treetops
I stand motionless
In a parade of falling rain
Your voice I cannot hear
As I am falling again
Devotion cludes
And in sadness I lumber
In my own ashes I am standing without a soul
She wept and wispered: "I know..."
We walked into the night
Am I to bid you farewell?
Why can't you see that I try
When every tear is shed
is for you?
All I want is you - U2
You say you want
a diamond on a ring of gold
you say you want
your story to remain untold
All the promises we made
from the cradle to the grave
when all I want is you
You say you'll give me
A highway with no one on it
a treasure just to look upon it
all the ritches in the night
You say you'll give me
eyes on a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
a harbour in the tempest
All the promises we make
from the cradle to the grave
when all I want is you
You say you want
your love to work out right
to last with me through the night
you say you want
a diamond on a ring of gold
your story to remain untold
your love not to grow cold
All the promises we break
from the cradle to the grave
when all I want is you
All I want is you
My Springnights sacrifice - Ophthalamia
On meadows so green, under the dark sky
out in the beautiful, by newly awakened birch
the last hour of the springnight, carries your name
on this field of mist, we inute in the embrace of the green
only the moon and the stars my evil desire knows
like the wild brides of fire, false love makes you warm
you are my sacrifice to spring, the blood from your wet cunt
your souls tears apart, death has come for you
[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door DIGGER op 24-07-2000 22:21]
Ho visto Maradona, ho visto Maradona. Eh, mammà, innamorato son!
A Guinness a day keeps the doctor away
the muscles antrophied
We're on the other side, the screen is usand
we're TV
Spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs are
all your infants in abortian cribs
I was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved is the man that you fear
pray until you're number, asleep from all your pain, your apple has been rottrotting
tomorrow's turned up dead
I have it all and I have no choise but to
I'll make everyone pay and you will see
you can kill yourself now
Because you're dead in my head
...
Pray unto the splinters, pray unto the fear
Pray your life was just a dream
The cut that never heals.
Without family or friends,
Where another man's life might begin,
That's exactly where mine ends.
I have tried my hand at bribery,
Blackmail and deceit,
And I've served time for ev'rything
'Cept beggin' on the street.
Well, once I was rather prosperous,
There was nothing I did lack.
I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth
And silk upon my back.
But I did not trust my brother,
I carried him to blame,
Which led me to my fatal doom,
To wander off in shame.
Kind ladies and kind gentlemen,
Soon I will be gone,
But let me just warn you all,
Before I do pass on;
Stay free from petty jealousies,
Live by no man's code,
And hold your judgment for yourself
Lest you wind up on this road.
2pac & Outlawz - U Can Be Touched
(dit deel rapt Napoleon)
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
But they was never there for me
Believe in everything they feed me
I'm seeing demons
I wake up screaming
Who believe me or was I dreaming?
Five fingers on the .45 chrome
Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm living blind writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside a casket
That's how they see us
Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
We human beings
They leaving us inside this hell-hole
Just waiting to fail so they tell us
That's what jail for
Adolescense young teens turned violent
It's floating, in a world turned silent
Cause you could be touched
over iemand die vreemd gaat met een getrouwde vrouw en nu in zichzelf lekker op haar man zit te vitten:
[i]
You didn't notice me
As I passed you on the stairs
How could you ever guess lookin' at my face
How closely I share your taste
How well I know your place
Even the clothes you wear
I've seen them when you're not there
You say that you can win win win
If you know how to play the game
But while you're out there playing you see
There's something you should know
She spends your money
She spends your money
She spends your money
She spends your money on me
[/i]
She's got something I need
Got a lock on my heart
And she's got the keys
Softly spoken words of love
These are what she says to me
Honey be a man get off your knees
Every heartbeat
Every movement
Every moment
Every sigh
Every everything
Something in my heart
Something in my arms
Fell in love with your
Possessive charms
Softly spoken words of love
This is what she says to me
Got a lock on my heart
And she's got the keys
When some get together ,and think of rap ,they tend to think of violence.
But when they challenged with some rock group , They're suckers , always silence.
Even before the rock & roll era violence taked a big part of music.
It's all according to your meaning of violence and in how or in wich way u use it.
Oh no its not violent to show on movies destuction of the human body.
But yes .indeed its very violent to protect your selve in a party
And Oh no its not violent when under cristmas trees are look a like guns.
But yes ofcourse its violent To have an album by Krs one.
By all means neccesary , its time to end hypocracy.
What i call violence i can't do , look how the police is stopping me
halbe Tasse Staubzucker Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse Ein wenig extra Staubzucker ... und keine Eier In eine Schüssel geben Butter einrühren Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker wälzen und Sagt die Zauberwörter Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier ..
Tokus
kody - matchbox20
DRive - incubus
make yourself - incubus
etc etc etc....
'Somehow it seems cut up now. Twisted views on daily news and all. The tube is watching you now. So turn it off and shake it off now.' Uit dat kreng
Ja en de tekst van Krezip - I would stay
'I am scared that, I won't find a thing and affraid that i'll turn out to be alone, but I, have to learn, have to try have to trust I have to cry, have to see have to know, that I can be myself' doet me nog steeds wat waarschijnlijk omdat ik dat nog steeds aan het leren ben.....
You must know someone like him
He was tall and strong and lean
with a body like a greyhound
a mind so sharp and keen
but his heart was like a larrow
could twist it round itself
til almost everything he did
brought pain to someone else
it's not just what you're born with
it's what you choose to bare
it's not how big your share is
it's how much you can share
it's not the fight you dreamed of
it's those you really fought
it's not what you've been given
it's what you do with what you've got
what's the use of two strong legs
if you only run away
and what's the use of a fighter's voice
if you've nothing good to say
what's the use of strength and muscle
if you only push and shove
and what's the use of two good ears
if you can't hear those you love
eddi reader
[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Vishnu op 25-07-2000 13:22]
Rage Against The Machine - Bullet in the Head
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
U2 - The Ground Beneath Her Feat
All my life, I worshiped her
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat
How she made us feel, how she made me real
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet
And now I can't be sure of anything
Black is white, and cold is heat
For what I worshiped, stole my love away
It was the ground beneath her feet
It was the ground beneath her feet
Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly underground
I'll be down there in another day
I won't rest until you're found
Let me love you, let me rescue you,
Let me bring you where two roads meet
Oh come back above, where there is only love
Only love
My oh my, my oh my
Let me love you true, let me rescue you,
Let me bring you to where two roads meet
RadioHead - Karma Police
Karma Police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, he's like a detuned radio
Karma Police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
Karma Police, I've given all I can, it's not enough
I've given all I can, but we're still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
quote:
Op 25 juli 2000 12:46 schreef Tokus het volgende:
ik vind de text van Die Eier Von Satan, van Tool wel gaaf:halbe Tasse Staubzucker Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse Ein wenig extra Staubzucker ... und keine Eier In eine Schüssel geben Butter einrühren Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker wälzen und Sagt die Zauberwörter Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier ..
Tokus
En hier de vertaling in het engels voor diengenen die hebben lopen slapen tijds duits les omdat ze een 10 hadden voor engels zoals ik
Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs
Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"
Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...AND NO EGGS
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...and no eggs.
Inderdaad leuke tekst ja 
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Op 25 juli 2000 12:52 schreef hel& het volgende:DRive - incubus
make yourself - incubusetc etc etc....
bij deze :
Make Yourself
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow. Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow. If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache. At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away. If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay. But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and grey. You should make amends with you. If only for better health. But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now. I won't let em' make me, it's more than I can allow. So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache. And if I fuck me...I'll fuck me in my own way. You should make amends with you. If only for better health. But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? Make Yourself.
en
Drive
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal. But lately I am beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around. But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeh. Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive? Would you choose water over wine.... hold the wheel and drive?
Walk on water. Heb ik erg goede en tegelijkertijd slechte herrineringen aan.
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Ref:
I would walk on water,
just to be with be you,
walk on water,
just to be with you,
split the ocean, cross the sea,
walk on water, if you believe.
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losing love, toen ik dit liedje voor het eerst hoorde, wist ik dat mijn vriend vreemdgegaan was. heel raar eigenlijk, maar toen kwam ik er pas achter.
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ref:
Am I losing love, can I give enough,
Am I losing love, I'm losing you.
Am I losing love, can I give enough,
Am I losing love, I'm losing you.
Ref, is niet egt spectaculair, maar ik heb geen tijd/zin om de hele text erop te zetten.
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In my eyes.
Ref:
In my eyes you see, the way it is to be, take a look and see, the light will shines in me. There's a part of me, that i forgot to be, take a look and see the lights will shine in me. In my eyes.
( ik weetn iet of ie helemaal goed is, maar ik vind hem heel erg mooi.)
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Op 24 juli 2000 20:30 schreef Arcee het volgende: Eén van de mooiste vind ik Het Dorp van Wim Sonneveld.
In ons Dorp van Fratsen vind ik net even iets pakkender.
Heb de songtekst hier niet bij de hand, maar misschien is hier iemand die het wel heeft ......
In ons dorp
En we zitten aan de bar en we drinken glazen bier
En we praten over bandjes, bandjes, balen als een stier
En het weer, elke keer, over missers in het verkeer
Dragen voor uit Herman Finkers laatste show en zie, de sfeer
Stijgt ten top, Tommy Cooper valt, maar het doek gaat nog niet dicht
En we lachen ons te barsten om de dooie die daar ligt
En in China rijden tanks over honderden Chinezen
't Zal voor hen wel een soort rem op de bevolkingsaanwas wezen
Wij gaan dobbelen en gieren het uit bij elke domme worp
Het leven is niet moeilijk in ons dorp
In ons dorp zijn wij gelukkig
In ons dorp, zijn wij gelukkig in ons dorp ?
En de straten zijn hier schoon en de straten zijn hier leeg
En een ieder weet precies wie hier de laatste baby kreeg
En van wie en waarom en ook hoe het is gebeurd
Maar of de vrouw ook heeft genoten, daar heeft niemand van geheurd
Da's ook niet netjes om te vragen, want ze leed al zoveel pijn
Volgens de bakker was de vader net zo teder als de trein
Die al jaren zeer angstvallig een bezoek aan het dorp vermijdt
En het dorp is dus gevangen in de tijd
En raakt nu al z'n jongeren kwijt
Totdat het zover is vergrijsd
En één groot kerkhof is verrijsd
Eén groot kerkhof is verrijsd
In ons dorp zijn wij gelukkig
In ons dorp, zijn wij gelukkig in ons dorp ?
En de jongens spelen voetbal en de meisjes met elkaar
Toch zijn homofielen en lesbiënnes vreselijk raar
Dus die zijn bij ons in het dorp slechts te tellen op de hand
Van Jan die met z'n hand in de zaagmachine was beland
En da's statistisch onverklaarbaar of misschien wordt het ontkend
Net als incest, drugs en vromgoan, dat men hier dus ook niet kent
In dit o zo zo sociale menselijk samenleefverband
Alles is oké op 't platteland
Alles is oké op 't platteland
Alles is oké op 't platteland
Alles is oké
In ons dorp zijn wij gelukkig
De ogen dicht zijn wij gelukkig
Doe maar normaal dan doo'j al gek zat !
Zijn wij gelukkig
De bakker verkoopt alleen witbrood
Zijn wij gelukkig
Da's neet racistisch, da's 'n dom deer
Zijn wij gelukkig
Weg met de import
Zijn wij gelukkig
Lang leve het toerisme
Zijn wij gelukkig
Een dorp is een dorp is een dorp is een dorp
Is een dorp is een dorp is een dorp is een dorp
Wij zijn oké !
Maar zijn wij ook gelukkig ?
(ken dit nummer niet, maar de tekst is goed.)
Een van de mooiste nummers van Fratsen, maar waar je dat weer zo snel vandaan haalt ?
Enne ....ik wil het wel een keer voor je zingen hoor
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