Goede songteksten?

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.

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.

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]

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.

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

[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]

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

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

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:

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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

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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

quote:

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Op 25 juli 2000 12:52 schreef hel& het volgende:

DRive - incubus
make yourself - incubus

etc etc etc....

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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.

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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

Ze lalt en ze valt
Als ze te veel gedronken heeft
Geeft ze alles wat ze heeft
Aan iemand die vraagt

Zo lang al zo bang
Om helemaal alleen te leven
Blijft ze fantasieen weven tot diep in de nacht

Ze kijkt tv, ze drinkt thee
Ze leest brieven, ze draait platen
Schrikt als ze zichzelf hoort praten en niemand haar hoort

Dan doet ze de lichten uit en controleert het gas
En als vanzelf glijdt haar jas over haar schouders heen
Altijd op jacht, gedreven door angst dat ze kansen mist
Vreemd dat ze altijd ergens wil zijn, waar ze niet is

Ze zit alleen, kijkt om zich heen
Schrikt als iemand haar iets vraagt
Gesprekken saai en afgezaagd: waar ken ik je van

Ze praat en verraadt
Dat ze iemand wil vertrouwen
Stomweg van iets wil gaan houden: heb jij thuis nog drank

Dan staat ze op en rekent af
En als vanzelf glijdt haar jas over haar schouders heen
Altijd op jacht, gedreven door angst dat ze kansen mist
Vreemd dat ze altijd ergens wil zijn, waar ze niet is

refr.:
Eenzaam tussen duizend vrienden
Duizend vrienden, toch alleen
Eenzaam tussen duizend vrienden
Duizend vrienden, toch alleen

Ze kijkt en het lijkt
Als of het dit keer anders is
Omdat hij lief verstandig is, wil jij er nog een

En dan lalt ze en valt ze
Als ze te veel gedronken heeft
Het lijkt alsof ze nu pas leeft, blijf maar slapen vannacht

En 's morgens schrikt ze van iemand die naast haar ligt
Kijkt met haar ogen dicht naar de film van haar leven
Ze zoekt tussen scenes die ze vertraagd langs haar netvlies laat gaan
En de mooiste herinerring wil ze voor eeuwig stil laten staan

refr.

Vrijgezel-Benny Neijman
Hij is zo zielig, zo alleen
Z'n eten haalt 'ie uit de muur
De eenzaamheid die drijft 'm voort
Dat is vaak wat men van 'm denkt
Is niet getrouwd, heeft geen gezin
Z'n bed blijft koud, de hele nacht
En ook zijn flat is vast een bende
Omdat er niemand als 'ie thuiskomt op hem wacht

refr.:
Maar een vrijgezel die gaat pas slapen
Als 'ie alle sterren heeft gezien
Als 'ie van z'n vrijheid heeft genoten
Als 'ie zegt "'t was fijn, bedankt, tot ziens"
Een vrijgezel die gaat pas slapen
Als 'ie al z'n zinnen heeft geblust
Pas wanneer de vogels weer gaan zingen
Gaat 'ie naar huis terug

Hij heeft 't ooit wel geprobeerd
Hij trouwde voor z'n goed fatsoen
Hij heeft er heel wat van geleerd
Nee, echt, hij zou het nooit meer doen
Hij kon niet zus, hij mocht niet zo
Z'n kroegie zag 'ie maar mondjesmaat
En elke avond weer kassie kijken
Totdat 'ie van verveling omviel van de slaap

refr.

(Maar een vrijgezel die gaat pas slapen)
(Als 'ie alle sterren heeft gezien)
(Als 'ie van z'n vrijheid heeft genoten)
Gaat 'ie naar huis terug

Het regent zonnestralen-Acda en de Munnik

Op een terras ergens in Frankrijk in de zon
Zit een man die het tot gisteren nooit won
Maar zijn auto vloog hier vlakbij uit de bocht
Zonder hem, zonder Herman,
Want die had hem net verkocht

Herman in de zon op het terras
Leest in 't AD dat 'ie niet meer in leven was
Zijn auto was volledig afgebrand
En die man die hem gekocht had,
Stond onder zijn naam in de krant

refr.:
O, o, o
Even rustig ademhalen
Het lijkt alsof het regent als altijd
Maar het regent zonnestralen

Nog geen week terug, in een park in Amsterdam
Had hij zijn leven overzien en schrok zich lam
Hij was een man wiens leven nu al was bepaald
En van al zijn jongensdromen
Was alleen het oud worden gehaald

refr.

Op een bankje in het park kwam het besluit
Noem het dapper, noem het vluchten maar ik knijp er tussenuit
Nu een week geleden en hier zat hij dan maar weer
Met meer vrijheid dan hem lief was en nu wist hij het niet meer

Herman leest wel honderd keer de krant
Het staat er echt, pagina achttien, zwartomrand
Hield 'ie vroeger al zijn meningen
En al zijn dromen stil
Nu was 'ie niks niet niemand nergens meer
Kan dus gaan waar 'ie maar wil

Herman rekent af en staat dan op
Hij heeft eindelijk de wind weer in zijn kop
"Ik heb een tweede kans gekregen
En da's meer dan ik verdien
Maar als dit het is, is dit het
En we zullen het wel zien"

refr.

And God said "look after the planet"
But man said "FUCK YOU!"

En ik heb in me eerdere post een klein stukje geplaatst van Anathema en Opeth, maar eigenlijk kun je elk nummer van die bands opnoemen, het is eigenlijk tekstuele poezie welke ze zingen. En de muziek is bijzonder bijpassend.

En kwa meligheid vind ik 'de straatnaambordjes blues' van Harry Jekkers erg goed.

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Jon benet ramsey chaos mayhem tragedy kosovo victims
third world country casualties phen phen and herbalife may
not reduce calories corporate downsizin' cut wages and
salaries rich men catchin'bodies get away on techniccaly
collogen injection lypo suction plastic surgery organized
crime bosses depicted as martyrs child care slaying underage
baby aborters authorrities do search siezure without
court orders unlawful acts caught on camcorders
pollutents in the water suicide manslaughter father
preforming incest on his daughter drug lords combatting
over street corners hit & runs arson prey on senior citizens
gossip communists feed off lies and who be living 'em note to
commentator while you at the podium present us wit some
healthy options...

Media slogan we uphold negative promotion to pigeon hole
attention of the weak and the hopeless tellin' lies trough
vision thinking no one is decodin' it few who do get
discredited for even noticing no wonder generation x remains
emotionless misinformed then entertained on ignorance by
Hyppocrites circulating seediness validated by leadership
whose primary motive is to make the public more obidient
everybody plays the fool sometimes the main ingredient used
in ploy confirming what was stated previous but if the anchor
realizes its position is a gift he'd truly honor what his mission is.

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door PaRoDiUzZ op 28-07-2000 21:33]

O' Malley's Bar- Nick Cave

I am tall and I am thin
Of an eviable height
And I've been known to be quite handsome
From a certain angle and in a certain light.

Well I entered into O'Malley's
Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
O'Malley merely smiled at me
Said "You wouldn't be the first.

I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself.

My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew.

Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle.

Huh! Hmmmmmm.

"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt long and hard.

"I am the man for which no God waits
For which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns."

Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor?
When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
That is exactly what I saw.

I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes.

Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till dawn
And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beers in town.

I swooped magnificent upon her
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his chair
I shot that mother fucker down.

Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah.

"I have no free will", I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richrd Holmes
And her husband he stood up.

And he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how can I
Be morally culpable, I wonder".

I shot Richard holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
And lay upon the ground.

"None taken", I replied to him
With which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off.

I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one am I stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber.

And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows.

Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm.

I said, "I want to introduce myself
And I am glad that you all came"
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name.

Well Jerry Bellows, he stugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking big brick
I split his head in half.

His blood spilled across the bar
Like a steaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked.

Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts and truth
I smiled at Henry Davenport
Who made an attempt to move.

Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullets entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor.

Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
Recently divorced.

But remorse I felt and remorse I had
It clung to everything
From the raven's hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings.

....squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest
And I glided through the bodies
And I killed the fat man Vincent West.

Who sat quietly in his chair
A man become a child
And I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style.

He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
"Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried
And he looked at me as though I were crazy.

"O", he said, "I had no idea"
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew the hat right off the house.

Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
"There stands some kind of man", I roared
And there did, in the reflection.

My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from the business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite.

Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
"Fear me! Fear me!"
But no one did cause they were dead.

Huh! Hmmmmmmmmm.
And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air".

Well. I checked the chambers of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I held it to my head.

"Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep your hands above your head!"
Well, I had one long hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said.

There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle around O'Malley's bar
"Don't shoot" I cried, "I am a man unarmed"
So they put me in their car.

And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And started counting on my fingers.

Aaaaaaaaah One Aaaaaaah Two Aaaaaaaaah Three
Aaaaaaaaah Four
O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar.

Jennifer lost the war today
They'll find her burned and raped
Thru it all she must have wondered what have I done
But nobody really cares today the world's a busy place
Guess she must have really seamed auwhow really seamed auw

I guess we're all just so good
she was only 6 years old
Left to die by strangers
that's barely a waste
And if we're all just so good
is it so wrong to be afraid
Jennifer lost the war

Phoebe lost the war today
There must be some mistake
Said it happens all the time, and its said and done

Little miss 15 65
your soul remains unclaimed
Guess she must have really seamed auwhow really seamed auw

More now the ???? went out back
She likes ???? little ??
All our sorrow well just
kill it all

But will the morning headlines
even say that its a shame
What are we heading for

Jennifer lost the war
Seen it all before
?started on the grond and she's walking away?
And I wonder how many more
Everybody take it like its nothing to say

aha o yeah

Jennifer plum lost
lost, lost, lost the war

and now I guess we're all just so good
she was only 6 years old
Left to die by strangers
that's barely a waste

But will the morning headlines
even say that its a shame
What are we heading for

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door WouterB op 31-07-2000 18:28]

Artist: R.E.M.
Album: Document
Title: It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed
it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder
start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing seven games, a government
for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty
psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel
fine...fine...

(It's time I had some time alone)

Vrienden 't is tijd om uw pakske te maken.
Roept al uw pottekes en pannekes bijeen.
Tracht als ge kunt nog wat vreugde te smaken,
vreugd en verdriet springen 't langst op de been.
Want de aarde die is al aan 't verdoven.
't Schijnt dat de zon en de maan ons verlaat.
Niemand verplicht ik toch mij te geloven,
maar 't is de roep dat de wereld vergaat.

Sommigen zeggen : 't is triestig om te horen,
dat heel het mensdom zal worden verbrand.
Anderen zeggen : men zal ons versmoren.
't Een en en het ander en is niet plezant.
't Was verduiveld wat ver toch gedreven,
ons te behandelen als vis en gebraad.
't Is om te schrikken, te schudden en te beven
als ge 'r aan denkt dat de wereld vergaat.

Waarom nog goed ons te wassen en te scheren?
Waarom nog goed een nieuw hemd aan te doen?
Laat ons maar drinken en laat ons maar smeren.
Laat ons maar gans ons fortuintje opdoen.
Toe Jan, gij moet nog kiekens halen,
kiekens die lopen toch genoeg op straat.
't Is onnodig ervoor te betalen,
aangezien dat toch de wereld vergaat.

Is er hier iemand die kleren wil kopen?
'k Laat heel mijn boel aan de prijs van factuur.
Ik ben van zin in mijn hemd rond te lopen.
't Is nog te goed voor de warmte van 't vuur.
Ik ga mijn gereedschap verkopen omdat
er het werken tot niets meer en baat.
'k Neem er geen stukskes nie meer van mien handen,
aangezien dat toch de wereld vergaat.

Eindelijk 't moest er toch eens van komen.
't Werd ons voorspeld door de ster met de steert.
Ik heb gelukkig mijn voorzorg genomen,
mijn laatste cent is goddank reeds verteerd.
Ben ik gedwongen nu schulden te maken,
zet men mij morgen of heden op straat,
'k lach ermee want 't kan mij toch niet raken,
aangezien dat toch de wereld vergaat...

Ja de wereld vergaat

Frans Halsema

I'm hoping that you'll fall for me again
And never look back on what might have been
I pray that we can stay the best of friends
And in my heart I hope that you will fall for me again

Don't say there is no way
The things you loved before haven't changed
Well, I could find somebody new
Who wouldn't tear my heart in two
But I'd never get over you

T'Pau - China in your hand

We take a flight on the wings of fantasy
Then you push too far
And make your dreams reality
Yeah! China in your hand
But they're only dreams
And you shouldn't push too far

je bent nu officieel gekozen als degene met (na mij natuurlijk) de beste smaak op fok!

I love Laïs

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Op 01 augustus 2000 19:07 schreef WouterB het volgende:
I love Laïs

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ik ook

maar daar was Ambrozijn eigenlijk het hoogtepunt

uit 'Waar Is Iedereen' van De Dijk werkelijk het mooiste zinnetje uit een liedje dit jaar.

Prachtig...

V

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Verbal op 22-11-2000 10:46]

"I eat too much to live and not enough to stay alive. I'm just sitting in the middle, waiting." · Days since I last pissed · cheeks sunken and despaired · so gorgeous sunk to six stone · lose my only remaining home · see my third rib appear · a week later all my flesh disappear · stretching taut, cling-film on bone · I'm getting better · Karen says I've reached my TARGET weight · Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake · problem is diet's not a big enough word · I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view · I want to walk in the snow · and not leave a footprint · I want to walk in the snow · and not soil its purity · stomach collapsed at five · lift up my skirt my sex is gone · naked and lovely and 5st. 2 · may I bud and never flower · my vision's getting blurred · but I can see my rib's and I feel fine · my hands are trembling stalks · and I can feel my breasts are sinking · mother tries to choke me with roast beef · and sits savouring her sole Ryvitta · that's the way your built my father said · but I can change, my cocoon shedding · I want to walk in the snow · and not leave a footprint · I want to walk in the snow · and not soil its purity · Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat · all things I like looking at · too weak to fuss, too weak to die · choice is skeletal in everybody's life · I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy · hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires · legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy · and I don't mind the horror that surrounds me · self-worth scatters, self esteem's a bore · I long since moved to a higher plateau · this discipline's so rare so please applaud · just look at the fat scum who pamper me so · yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth · such beautiful dignity in self-abuse · I've finally come to understand life · through staring blankly at my navel.

When I left my home and my family
my mother said to me
son it's not how many
germans you kill that counts
it's how many
people you set free
so I packed my bags
brushed my cap
walked out into the world
seventeen years old
never kissed a girl

I took the train to Voronezh
that was far as it would go
changed my sacks for an uniform
bit my lip against the snow
I prayed for mother Russia
in the summer of 43
and as we drove the germans back
I really believed
that God was listenin to me

we howled into berlin
tore the smoking buildings down
raised the red flag high
burnt the reichstag brown
I saw my first american
and he looked a lot like me
he had the same kind of
farmer's face
said he came from
some place
called Hazzard, Tennessee

when the war was over
my discharge papers came
me and twenty hundred others
went to Stettiner for the train
KIEV said the commissar
from there your own way home
I never got to kiev
we never came by home
the train went north to the taiga
we were stripped and marched in file
up the great siberian road
for miles and miles and miles and miles
dressed in stripes and tatters
in a gulag left to die
all because comrade stalin scared that
we'd become to westernized!

used to love mu country
used to be so young
use to believe that life
was the best song
ever sung
I would have died
for my country
in 1945
but now only one thing remains
the BRUTE will to survive...

Just think of all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need
Is this the world we created
What did we do it for
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law
So it seems in the end

Is this what we're all living for today
The world that we created

You know that everyday a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by

Oh, is this the world we created, we made it on our own
Is this the world we devastated, right to the bone
If there's a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what we've done
To the world that He created

Scorpions - Wind Of Change

I folow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I folow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to

Bryan Adams - 18 'til I Die

I wanna be young the rest of my life
Never say no - try anything twice
'Til the angels come and ask me to fly
I'm gonna be 18 'til I die

Can't live forever thet's wishful thinkin'
Who ever said that must of bin' drinkin'
Don't wanna grow up I don't see why
I couldn't care less if time flies by

18 'til I die
Gonna be 18 'til I die
It sure feels good to be alive
someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55
18 'til I die

Anyway - I just wanna say
Why bother with what happened yesterday
It's not my style
I live for the minute
If ya wanna stay young
Get both feet in it
18 'til I die

A 'lil bit of this
A 'lil bit of that
'Lil bit of everything
Get cha right on track
It's not how ya look
It's what ya feel inside
I don't care when
I don't need ta know why

18 'til I die
Gonna be 18 'til I die
Ya it sure feels good to be alive
Someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55
18 'til I die
Ya there's one thing for sure
I'm sure gonna try

Don't worry 'bout the future
Forget about the past
Gonna have a ball
Ya we're gonna have a blast
Gonna make it last
18 'til I die

Waarom juist deze drie? Nou dat wat in de eerste songtext wordt gevraagd vraag ik me ook regelmatig af. In die tweede gaat het over de toenadering van Russen en Amerikanen na de Koude Oorlog, maar dat kun je natuurlijk ook heel anders lezen. En de tweede is tevens een mooie overgang van de eerste naar de derde; mijn ultieme wens.

Doe Maar - Doe maar net alsof je neus bloedt

Je ziet in je krantje dat het
Allemaal uit de hand loopt
Je leest maar niet verder want je
Je voelt het begin van wanhoop a-ah
Dan rook je een stikkie en je
Vergeet wat je wilt vergeten a-ah
Je kijkt televisie en je
Vermijdt zo het ware leven
Dus

refr.:
Doe maar net alsof je neus bloedt d-doe maar net alsof je neus bloedt
Doe maar net alsof je neus bloedt
Doe maar net alsof je neus bloedt d-doe maar net alsof je neus bloedt
Doe maar net alsof je neus bloedt oeh

Je ging nog wel stemmen want je
Je wou je niet laten kisten a-ah
Je zou toch niet willen dat ze
Iets zonder jou beslisten a-ah
Maar blijf je ook wakker om dat
Gajes te controleren
Oh ze naaien je beste maatje
Voordat je je kont kunt keren a-ah
Dus

refr.(3x)

(Tekst en muziek: Henny Vrienten)

I've been thinking all night about this song
The music's okay but I can't find words to say

I could sing that I'm a Virgin and show my tits
Decree how sex improves the world
In which masturbation is the thing of the day
"I'm afraid I haven't got that much to say"

I thought about "Hello, fool, I love you"
Or repeat a hundred times "How do you do"
I Wanna Dance with Somebody, hey, I like that sound
But there ain't nobody Humpin' Around

I wanna meet the man who wrote these lyrics (he must be great)
I wanna meet the man who wrote these songs
I wanna meet the man
I wanna meet the man

And while I sing these words to you
There's a Rat in my Kitchen, don't know what I'll do
Forget about the rat and sing along
Cause we feel so strong and we can't go wrong
We walk hand in hand to the promised land

I think I met the man who wrote these lyrics
I guess I have ignored the things he said
I think that I have noticed how expensive perfume
Never covers up a smelly breath

I wanna meet the man (8x)

“I had this dream where I relished the fray and the screaming filled my head all day. It was as though I'd been spit here, settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket, off the coast of France, dear.
One afternoon, four thousand men died in the water here and five hundred more were thrashing madly, as parasites might in your blood. Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only, anything that systematic would get you hated. It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated. The selection was quick, the crew picked and those left in the water got kicked off our pantleg and we headed for home.
Then the dream ends when the phone rings,you doing alright he said it's out there most days and nights, but only a fool would complain. Anyway Susan, if you like, our conversation is as faint as a sound in my memory, as those fingernails scratching on my hull.”

ALL WE WANT IS A HEADRUSH
ALL WE WANT IS TO GET OUT OF OUR SKIN FOR A WHILE
WE HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE ANYTHING
ANYTHING WE WANT ANYWAY...
WE USED TO HATE PEOPLE
NOW WE JUST MAKE FUN OF THEM
IT'S MORE EFFECTIVE THAT WAY

WE DON'T LIVE
WE JUST SCRATCH ON DAY TO DAY
WITH NOTHING BUT MATCHBOOKS AND SARCASM IN OUR POCKETS
AND ALL WE ARE WAITING FOR IS FOR SOMETHING WORTH WAITING FOR
LET'S ADMIT AMERICA GETS THE CELEBRITIES WE DESERVE
LET'S STOP SAYING "DON'T QUOTE ME" BECAUSE IF NO ONE QUOTES YOU
YOU PROBABLY HAVEN'T SAID A THING WORTH SAYING

WE NEED SOMETHING TO KILL THE PAIN OF ALL THAT NOTHING INSIDE
WE ALL JUST WANT TO DIE A LITTLE BIT
WE FEAR THAT POP-CULTURE IS THE ONLY CULTURE WE'RE EVER GOING TO HAVE
WE WANT TO STOP READING MAGAZINES
STOP WATCHING TV
STOP CARING ABOUT HOLLYWOOD
BUT WE'RE ADDICTED TO THE THINGS WE HATE

WE DON'T RUN WASHINGTON AND NO ONE REALLY DOES
ASK NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY
ASK WHAT YOUR COUNTRY DID TO YOU

THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE STILL ALIVE IS BECAUSE SOMEONE
HAS DECIDED TO LET YOU LIVE
WE OWE SO MUCH MONEY WE'RE NOT BROKE WE'RE BROKEN
WE'RE SO POOR WE CAN'T EVEN PAY ATTENTION

SO WHAT DO YOU WANT
YOU WANT TO BE FAMOUS AND RICH AND HAPPY
BUT YOU'RE TERRIFIED YOU HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER THIS WORLD
NOTHING TO SAY AND NO WAY TO SAY IT
BUT YOU CAN SAY IT IN THREE LANGUAGES
YOU ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF WHAT YOU CONSUME
DESIRE IS NOT AN OCCUPATION
YOU ARE ULTIMATELY THRILLED AND DESPERATE
SKYHIGH AND FUCKED
LET'S STOP PRAYING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US AND START SAVING OURSELVES
LET'S STOP THIS AND START OVER
LET'S GO OUT-LET'S KEEP GOING

THIS IS YOUR LIFE-THIS IS YOUR FUCKING LIFE

WE NEED SOMETHING TO KILL THE PAIN OF ALL THAT NOTHING INSIDE
QUIT WHINING YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG BECAUSE FRANKLY
YOU HAVEN'T DONE MUCH OF ANYTHING
SOMEONE'S WRITING DOWN YOUR MISTAKES
SOMEONE'S DOCUMENTING YOUR DOWNFALL

ik heb alleen geen idee wat er nou p'cies allemaal staat

He did what he had to do,he asked no questions he had few conversations. The tar glistens in the noon heat. He tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments. Mirage on the highway, ghosts in the tunnel, the dark cave out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed, every bolt rumbling. Glistening highway mirage groans the slick surface, careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for 400 yards, over and over. With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest.
WEEEHAH!
The beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred.
Smoke and flames.
Allright.
So nice.
He moved to the small creature, screeching whistles of steam blowing off on it's back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic. The door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to the pavement, the car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling to die.
The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time, is also unwilling to die.
Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway. But what? what can i do? I cannot move, everything is about broken, blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas. What's moving, must turn my head, pain, white light, blinded. Some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light, all my strength to 'HEEEEEELP', screaming now help me please. He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck onto his grimy coatsleeve, coughing blood. What's happen? He's he's inching towards truth, he strode of into the woods with the animal. It still lived.
He didn't glance back at all.
Still out ghosting the road, death on the highway, words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven. I cannot move, i'm beneath the great weight. I cannot see, my eyes are blinded. I am in the darkness. That's it.

Neil Young - Rockin' in the free world

I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she's done to it
There's one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.

en ook van Neil Young, The needle and the damage done:

I caught you knockin' at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

I hit the city and I lost my band
I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you don't understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out.

I've seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a settin' sun.

Sorry, ik zit even in een oude lullen/vroeger was het beter-periode.

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Op 24 november 2000 15:29 schreef Mark het volgende:
KMFDM - DOGMA.........

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How many ways is a love torn apart
And you look to your heart for some answers, don't let it slip away

Can't blame myself anymore, I've been beaten and accused before
Well I took some bad advice, and I paid too high a price
I could sell my soul, you know I wouldn't think twice

Chorus:
How many times must a man fall down, I said whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh
How many dreams have to fall to the ground
It goes on an' on an' on an' on an' on, yeah

How many times do you look for some sign
That there's hope, and your life has some meaning, almost every day, hey, hey

Maybe I was born to wander, I got no high hopes any longer
So tell me my friend, just where does it end
Is nothin' ever gonna free me from this hell I'm livin' in

Chorus

(Instrumental break)

Can't blame myself anymore, I've been beaten and accused before
So tell me my friend, just where does it end
I'm sick and tired of livin' in a rat race that no one ever wins

Chorus repeats 2x

(Lyrics by Neil Peart)

There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade.

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled,
As the maple scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads.

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"These oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.....

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Op 26 november 2000 02:21 schreef Zusje het volgende:
erg mooi Juan
Rush lang geleden dat ik daar wat van gehoord heb, bestaan ze nog wel ?

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Op 26 november 2000 02:23 schreef webber het volgende:
Sommige bands houden nooit op met bestaan

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[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Zusje op 26-11-2000 02:37]

Look down into the ocean
memories come back, waves in motion
happiness I can remember
I can't find the right words, I surrender
we couldn't be together forever
but I never wanted more than forever
Realizing it passed away
I know I can no longer stay
Without the beauty of paradise
Nothing remains I realize

I died a little that time
when life ends all that stays is mine
Going on alone with my head held high
but inside the pain makes me die

Facing the loneliness at night
thinking about who lied
I just can't believe it's over
coming to me a little closer
Will you remember me later
or was I no greater
than the ones before our dream
i can't stop caught in between
The more things change
The more things stay the same..........

Als iemand mij kan vertellen van wie deze tekst is zal ik deze rijkelijk belonen, want ik heb werkelijk geen idee en zou het graag willen weten.

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Op 26 november 2000 02:30 schreef Zusje het volgende:
Daarentegen hadden sommige band nooit moeten bestaan.

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Chorus:
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

I'm with you my love,
The light's shining through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seas are dried up.

(Chorus)

I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

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Op 26 november 2000 02:46 schreef Zusje het volgende:
zucht*
Mooi hoor Webber
Word helemaal week van zulke teksten. Kan ook door de wijn komen natuurlijk
Van wie is het ?

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p.s. Is niet helemaal de wijn, heb maar een glas op

Fools, punks and skins united as one
Don't talk about politics just have fun
People say we're scumbags, but we don't care
We will never disappear, we're always be here
(CHORUS)
Scum is what you call us
Scum is what we will be
Scum is what you call us
Scum is all you see
We don't give a fuck which crowd you're in
It doesn't make sense what's the color of your skin
Bald, boots, long hair or converse shoes
Welcome to the crowd, united scum rules
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
We're just us, UNITED SCUM!
Have a right to speak, UNITED SCUM!
Call us what you want, UNITED SCUM!
Can't break us down, UNITED SCUM!
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
This song tells exactly what De Heideroosjes stand
for. We don't care if people call us fools or scum. We
just wanna have a good time and we hope people who
come to our gigs want the same

fistfuck pary at 701
Eleven, I guess she was eleven
This pretty girl next door, always smiling at me
She had this kind of sunlight in her eyes
Always laughing and playing with the kids in the street
And then at one moment she just disappeared
A few days later she was found, dead in a ditch
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
molesting little children, oh what fun
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
ruin a life that just begun
Tied up, raped, killed and thrown away!
Extra, Extra, read all about it!
Something strange is going on today
Little kids disappear and no one seems to care
Weird games being played and no one seems to care
Don't trust the one you thought you could trust,
just be aware!
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
molesting little children, oh what a fun
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
ruin a life that just begun
Let's just close our eyes and pretend that nothing is wrong
Let's just close our eyes and sing another happy hardcore song
nana nana nana nana nana
But there are kids tied up just next to your door
Penetrated little girls on your neighbor's floor
There is a fistfuckparty and your daughter is in
It's not the end, It's just a beginning
All over Europe now, sex offenses with little children emerge. Also
politicians and clergy are often involved in juvenile rape. I
hate this sick minds...

Regular day in Bosnia
words: Marco Roelofs
I've tried to find the words to tell
But how can words reflect their hell?
I'm struck by hollow empty eyes
Faith is gone, trust replaced by lies
What's a home if it isn't yours?
Is it human if if you can't show remorse?
Respect is a laugh when guns blast
They just live today, it might be their last
It's a regular day in Bosnia
It's a regular kid in Bosnia
Something's still burning in Bosnia
I will never forget about Bosnia
I'm walking through this ghost-town
Definite silence all sounds will drown
Burned down houses withness paranoia
Ethnic cleansing, name of the destroyer
A family portrait, it's lying in rubbish
I think I know but still I pray, I hope, I wish
Hunted, killed for what cause?
Another führer's megalomania of course!
He tells me about the mine-fields he has crossed
He tells me about the friends he had lost
He tells me about his sister being blown to bits
He tells me about mines cleared away by kids
He tells me Serbs and Moslims used to walk hand in hand
He tells me things I will never understand
It's the same in Croatia
It's the same in Bosnia
It's the same in Kosovo
It's the same in Servia

I can't change the world
words: Marco Roelofs
You tell me to conform but I won't
You tell me to shut up but I don't
You tell me it doesn't make sense
To me there is more than hanging out with friends
(CHORUS)
I can't change the world But you'll hear my voice
Don't you think I see it's a mess?
Don't you think I hate all this stress?
Why don't you stand up and fight
I won't say it help but it might
It seems I stand alone in a crowd
But I continue to open my mouth
If people don't talk anymore
They have started a new useless war
Song says it all.

hey boy
hey girl
superstar dj's
here we go

strakke tekst

Jamiroquai - When You Gonna Learn (Digeridoo)

Have you heard the news today?
People right across the world,
Are pledging they will play the game,
Victims of a modern world,
Circumstance has brought us here,
Armageddon's come too near,
Too, too near, now
Foresight is the only key
To save our children's destiny,
The consequences are so grave
So, so grave, now
The hypocrites we are their slaves.
So my friends to stop the end
On each other we depend,
Oh we depend.

Mountain high and river deep,
Stop it going on,
We gotta wake this world up from its sleep.
Oh people,
Stop it going on,

Yeah, yeah
Have you heard the news today?
Money's on the menu in my favourite restaurant,
Now don't talk about quantity,
There's no fish let in the sea.
Greedy men been killing all the life there ever was,
And you'd better play it natures way,
Or she will take it all away,
Don't try and tell me you know more than her about right from wrong,
Now you've upset the balance, man,
Done the only thing you can,
Now my life is in your hands,

Moutain high and river deep.
Oh yeah
Stop it going on,
We gotta wake this world up from its sleep.
Oh people,
Stop it going on,

Moutain high and river deep.
Oh yeah
Stop it going on,
We gotta wake this world up from its sleep.
Oh people,
Stop it going on,

Greedy men will fade away,
When we stop it going on,
I know it's got to be that way,
Oh people,
Stop it going on,
I'm asking, Oh
When you gonna learn
To stop it going on?

U2 - New Year's Day

All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
On New Year's Day

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says
Say it's true it's true...
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one

I...I will begin again
I...I will begin again

Oh...
Maybe the time is right
Oh...maybe tonight...

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

And so we're told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes
On New Year's Day
On New Year's Day

Rage Against The Machine - Guerilla Radio

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As tha polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' mc's
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box it's my radio dial

Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
All hell can't stop us now

Soundgarden - The Day i Tried to Live

I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head
It said seize the day, pull the trigger,
Drop the blade
And watch the rolling heads

The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar's change
And gave it to the rich

The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
Singing

One more time around
Might do it
One more time around
Might make it
One more time around
Might do it
One more time around
The day I tried to live

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones
Inside your head
The lives we make
Never seem to ever get us anywhere
But dead

The day I tried to live
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

I woke the same as any other day you know
I should have stayed in bed

The day I tried to win
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

And I learned that I was a liar
Just like you

Zo jong (over zinlaas geweld):
In het hart van de nacht, toonde hij zijn ware gezicht.
Hij zei wat hij dacht. Tegen schimmen in het schemer licht.
Maar al zijn goed bedoelde woorden, gingen verloren,
Door het toeval geraakt, onnodig en onverwacht.
Want hij kwam op voor het goede, waarom moets hij bloeden
In die donkere nacht.

refr. Hij was zo jong, zo jong, maar nooit bang
voor wat de toekomst brengen zou.
Hij was zo jong, zo jong, 't is zo wrang, omdat hij iemand helpen wou

Wat zijn dag had moeten zijn, werd met een harde dreun geveld.
het werd een dag van stilte en pijn, omdat elk mensen leven telt.
Vanwaar die blinde woede, waarom moest hij bloeden, ind ie donkere nacht?

refr.

Er blijven mensen achter, achter in de tijd, die niets meer kunnen doen, die moeten leven met het feit.
Ik schrik van de berichten, ze grijpen me aan, ik kijk naar de gezichten, er zijn er teveel gegaan.

refr.

En hetere vuren (tekst heeft hier al wel eens gestaan, maar toch)...

Opgesloten in het lot, het gaat niet meer zoals je wilt.
Je wordt gedwongen sterk te zijn.
Al is er niemand die het zegt, de last rust op je schouders en het gaat maar niet voorbij.
Alleen door anoniem te blijven, wordt je gespaard, kom je hoger, dan word je neergehaald.

refr. Maar je hebt voor hetere vuren gestaan. Ook al leek je soms gebroken, je klom uit het dal vandaan, je hebt voor hetere vuren gestaan.

Op het cruciale punt, ga je verder of terug.
Je hoofd zit vol toch moet je door.
Er wordt geklonken en gefeest en over je gesproken, je maakt je los maar bent niet vrij.
In het open veld word je snel geraakt, pas als je valt dan wordt de strijd gestaakt.

refr.

Straks vind je de kracht, dan kan er niemand om je heen.
Straks heb je de moed om terug te slaan..

Hetere vuren... Hetere vuren...

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Catkin op 26-11-2000 12:38]

kan er op niet zoveel komen, vanavond beter...

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[b]Soundgarden - The Day i Tried to Live

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones
Inside your head
The lives we make
Never seem to ever get us anywhere
But dead

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The easiest way to sleep at night
Is to carry on believing that I don't exist
The easiest way to sell your soul
Is to carry on believing we don't exist
It must be hard,
hard, with your head on backwards

tis kort kweet

You brace and hold it all inside
It's more than you can stand
No one around even tries
Tries to understand

Don't turn away, don't turn away
Come out swinging
Come out alone
They're in your way
But as long as you're swinging
Strong then you'll get by

Your pacing's wearing out a line
Right beside your bed
The scene replays a million times
Stuck inside your head

And though you stand in place
Your mind escapes
Read between the lies
Smile's on your face
You fake like you're ok

Don't turn away, don't turn away
Come out swinging
Out on your own
They're in your way
You may be stinging
But you'll get by
Don't turn away, don't turn away
Come out swinging
Never alone again
The pain inside can guide your way

Midnight, no sleep
Inside, you scream to
No one, hears you fall
Daylight, prove me today
One more try

Don't turn away, don't turn
Come out swinging
Come out alone
They're in your way
You may be stinging
But you'll get by
Don¹t turn away, don't turn away
Come out swinging
Never alone again
Pain inside
Leads you through so you'll get by

The Offspring - Gotta get away

I'm getting edgy all the time
There's someone around me just a step behind
It's kinda scary, the shape I'm in
The walls are shakin' and they're closing in
Too fast or a bit too slow
I'm paranoid of people and it's starting to show
There's one guy that I can't shake
Over my shoulder is a big mistake
Sitting on the bed
Or lying wide awake
There's demons in my head
And it's more than I can take
I think I'm on a roll
But I think it's kinda weak
Saying all I know is
I gotta get away from me
I tell you something just ain't right
My head is on loose but my shoes are tight
Avoiding my friends cause they all bug
Life is a riddle and I'm really stumped
If you reason, don't you know
Your own preoccupation is where you'll go
I think I'm being followed, I look around
It's only my shadow creepin' on the ground

Twelve men broke loose in Seventy-Three
From Millhaven maximum security
Twelve pictures lined up, across the front page
Seems the Mounties had a summertime war to wage
The chief told the people they had nothing to fear
Said, "The last thing they wanna do is stick around here"
They mostly came from towns with long French names
But one of the dozen was a hometown shame.

Chorus
Same pattern on the table
Same clock on the wall
Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all
Freezing slow time, away from the world
He's 38 year's old, never kissed a girl

We were sitting round the table, heard the telephone ring
Father said he tell em if he saw anything
Heard the tap on my window in the middle of the night
Held back the curtain for my older brother Mike

See my sister got raped, so a man got killed
Local boy went to prison, man's buried on the hill
Folks went back to normal when they closed the case
But they still stare at their shoes when they pass our place

My mother cried, "The horror has finally ceased"
He whispered,"Yea for the time being at least"
Over her shoulder, on the squad car megaphone
Said,"Let's go Michael, son, we're taking you home."

Chorus

She embraced, with a smile
As she opened the door
A cold wind blows, it puts a chill into her heart

You have taken away the trust,
you're the ghost haunting through her heart
Past and present are one in her head,
you're the ghost haunting through her heart

Take my hand as I wander through
All of my life I gave to you
Take my hand as I wander through
All of my love I gave to you

You have taken away the trust,
you're the ghost haunting through her heart
Past and present are one in her head,
you're the ghost haunting through her heart

Take my hand as I wander through
All of my life I gave to you
Take my hand as I wander through
All of my love I gave to you

"the planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear"

pearl jam - black:

"i know you'll be a sun in somebody elses sky"

The The - slow emotion replay:

everybody know's what's goin on with the world, i don't even know what's goin' on with myself

"i'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody i used to be"
*sniff* mooi he?

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door punchdrunk op 29-11-2000 22:24]

That there, that's not me
I go where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey

I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here, I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah, it's gone

I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here, I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes

I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here, I'm not here....

There's a world outside,
And I know 'cause I've heard talk.
In my sweetest dream
I would go out for a walk.
But I don't think I'm ready yet.
I'm not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.
There's some happiness
And my stone face cracks again.
Maybe some time sooner or later.
But I don't think I'm ready yet.
Not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.
So if I leave my room,
Don't you tell me to lighten up.
Maybe some time sooner or later.
But I don't think I'm ready yet.
Not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how. (x6)

Eels - Mental

It's like I dressed up in my mama's clothing.
It's like I'm talking to a voice that doesn't exist.
It's like I got a wire crossed upstairs.
But all I want is just a little truth and that's it.
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused.
They say I'm mental but I've been abused.
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all.
Another anchorman is on the TV.
He's got that far-away and vacant look in his eyes.
I turn the channel but nothing is changing.
The only truth is that everything is a lie.
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused.
They say I'm mental but I've been abused.
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all.
There's truth in everything, there's truth in lies.
With all this knowledge, well, I think I'm gonna be wise.
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused.
They say I'm mental but I've been abused.
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all.
Not at all. (x5)

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Op zondag 26 november 2000 13:45 schreef cosmicgirl het volgende

Soundgarden - The Day i Tried to Live

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones
Inside your head
The lives we make
Never seem to ever get us anywhere
But dead

wauw! dit is een mooi stukje. op welke cd staat dit?

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[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Garfield- op 23-10-2001 05:48]

De Kraaien - André Manuel(voormalig Fratsen)

De kraaien op het land
Zwart als de raven
Zullen schateren op de dag
Dat deze jongen wordt begraven
De stoet vnauit de kerk
Tegen al mijn wensen in
Een laatste avond in de kroeg
Maar de familie had geen zin
'T zijn zulke brave burgermensen
Grijze mussen berelaf
Ik kan sputteren wat ik wil
Ze dragen me naar mijn graf
Alwaar de goegemeente rouwend
Luistert naar de dominee
In zijn hart een goeie jongen
En de schare knikt gedwee
Terwijl ik de kist graag had gezien
Op de bar de deksel open
Een joint gaat in het rond
En jullie allemaal bezopen
Lul de oren van mijn kop
En dan de laatste drank besteld
Waarop een heldere geestverwant
Een taxibusje belt

Zet deze jongen bij het raam
Neem brood en koffie mee
En rij dan in het holst
Met z'n allen naar de zee
Zet me rechtop in het zand
Veeg het vuil van mijn gezicht
Zing de maan nog eenmaal toe
Tot aan het eerste ochtendlicht
Ga wandelen in de duinen
Leg wat schelpen in m'n schoot
Verzamel al het spoelhout
En bouw een kleine boot
En als dan 's avonds heel de zon
In die bak met water dooft
Duw me dan de zee op
Zoals me is beloofd
Maak allemaal een fakkel
Steek het bootje in de brand
Ik zal mijn lied nog eenmaal zingen
Jullie dansen op het strand
Als indianen

Jedi Mind Tricks - I Who Have Nothing

Intersections in real time
The unbroken circle's in dimensions of the mind
Atomic bonds
The eternal time that defines
The vanity of my insanity in due time
Will shine
Like the night seeds under the moon
The haunted corners of familiar rooms
Yet i'm consumed
With vanishing into thin air
The realization that this shit is my cross to bare
So where
Did I think I could run away to see
The people that decided to leave without asking me
But we
Decide to wait for happier tomorrows
And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows
For my distractions the books of paper that i've scrawlened
I'm eloquent in summer breeze and leaves just have fallen
I crawl in a corner hoping all of this will end
With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge
I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins
I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends

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Op donderdag 21 december 2000 00:54 schreef Vork het volgende:
Eels - Not Ready Yet

Eels - Mental

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Ik wil zelf nog even Everlong van Foo Fighters doneren:

hello
I've waited here for you
everlong
tonight I throw myself into
and out of the red
out of her head she sang

come down
and waste away with me
down with me
slow how
you wanted it to be
I'm over my head
out of her head she sang

and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
you've got to promise not to stop whn I say when

breathe out so I can breathe you in
hold you in
and now I know you've always been
out of your head
out of my head I sang

clever heard his story
'bout different and the same
and said : you crazy ?
this some silly game
no , no ,, it aint
like mommy said
youve got to straighten out my head
clever you're so clever
is your cleverness enough
can you help this ageing young rebel
do ya really have the stuff
betcha dont have
...betcha bread that you'll pass the buck instead

clever sends our hero
to a funny darkened room
where a crowd of cunning listens
giggles in the gloom
"that your problem , ageing rebel..."
"dont you really know the score..."
"you crazy you think you're gonna change this silly world"
"better see yourself a shrink.."
cunningly they argue bout our boy
who is breaking down the door

Now he's running down the dark
diabolical awaits
grabs him by the ankle
ain't it just like fate ?
Diabolical laughs
in an ally full of soot
"forget the same...
you'll be different now...
somewhat shorther on one side"
Leggo , oh no ...
would you ? diabolical inside ?
Panic in his brain pulls and gets away
loses him a foot
its a dark and evil day

see him running limping blood
something soft is just ahead
something soft is gentle
he has fallen at her side
she comforts him with kisses
he dreams of suicide

gentle is sooo gentle
grabs the trouble by its root
bandages his stump
cuts off his other foot

so you see it seens to me
a gentle kind of cruelty
ageing rebel's maybe older
a little wiser maybe too
gentleness has fixed him
does he look like me and you
footless and fancy free
think how happy mom will be
footless and fancy free
think how happy mom will be

© 1984 rubber frog music

CD: Let the good times roll
nummer: Ain't that just like a woman

There was Adam, happy as a man could be
Till Eve got him messin' with that old apple tree

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

Lot took his wife down to the corner for a malted
She wouldn't mind her business, boy, did she get salted

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
Samson thought Delilah was on the square
Till one night she clipped him all his hair

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

From our history books we all learned
Nero fiddled while Rome was burned

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

Marie Antoinette met some hungry cats at the gate
They was crying for bread, she said, "Let them eat cake"

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

You can buy a woman clothes
And give her money on the side
No matter what you do
She ain't never satisfied
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

Offspring - One Fine Day

If I had a perfect day
I would have it start this way
Open up the fridge and have a tall boy
Yeah

Then I'd meet up with my friends
Head out to the game again
We don't even really care who wins
Now excitement seems to grow
When we're hangin' with the bro's
When we're chillin' and we pound a case of Stroh's
Now the game is cool to see
You can "High 5" on TV
Count the riot on the one two three
Operation is in sight
And the field is open wide
When you break it then you know you're still alive
If the cops don't make you pay
And you make your getaway
Then you know
That's one fine day

On that day before we're through
We could torch a car or two
Then have ourselves another tall boy
Yeah

Water hoses and batons
That's the real game that's on
I don't really give a shit who wins

I believe it's my god-given right
To destroy everything in my sight
Cause it never gets dull, it never gets old
The only thing it gets is more bold
Drinkin', fightin', going to the game
In our world it's a way to stay sane
If you're asking me
To have it my way, I'd say that's
One fine day

Deze vind ik wel mooi.

Offspring - The Kids Aren't Alright

When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality

Offspring - I Choose

Look at me I'm fallin'
Off of a cliff now
I can still hear my mama yelling No No No
But the words mean nothing
Can't catch up to me now
And the view is so beautiful
All the way down
When I was a little boy
Suckin' juice from a bottle
Believing my perceptions were oh so real
But I don't know nothing
Still knowing nothing
Was just enough for me to know the way I feel
This is life
What a fucked up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose

Look at me I'm swollen
Like a banana fish now
I'm never gonna make it out of my hole
But I keep on laughing
Doesn't really matter
There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul
When I was a teenager
Suckin' booze with the Vatos
Discussing who was gonna live to be 21
They said they wouldn't make it
They didn't make it
We're all naked when the day is said and done
This is life
What a fucked up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose

Don't know who made this all come true
But now while you're here
You just gotta do what you gotta do
Now if I wasn't such a weenie
Do you think you'd still love me
Pretending I'm an airplane on the living
Room floor
But like a lovely generator
You stand right by me
And if words were wisdom I'd be talking
Even more
So I keep on falling
As I'm looking back above me
Watching as my mama just becomes a little dot
Now I'm like DeNiro
I'm amarillo
And I'll never know when I hit the ground

quote:

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Op dinsdag 23 oktober 2001 11:30 schreef -Wepeel2- het volgende:
De Kraaien - André Manuel(voormalig Fratsen)

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Maar ik kan het niet vinden, nou heeft mijn CD-uitleen twee CD's van Krang en daar staat het niet op. Stamt het misschien nog uit zijn Fratsen-tijd? Staat het op een Fratsen-CD? Welke?

Bad Religion - Unacceptable

irreducible is the word for today
plastic compounds and nuclear waste
what the hell's the matter with the people on this planet? have we all gone insane?
the stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again

it's one part per trillion... unacceptable, one part per billion... unacceptable, one part per million... unacceptable

this mammoth pogrom set upon us courtesy of the usa, inexcusable are the men before our time,
i'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind, cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting arsenals,
we're all gonna fry, so put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.

one part per trillion... unacceptable, one part per billion... unacceptable, one part per million... unacceptable, one part per billion... unacceptable

quote:

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Op vrijdag 23 november 2001 19:17 schreef Beatrice het volgende:

[..]
Maar ik kan het niet vinden, nou heeft mijn CD-uitleen twee CD's van Krang en daar staat het niet op. Stamt het misschien nog uit zijn Fratsen-tijd? Staat het op een Fratsen-CD? Welke?

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Eigenlijk zijn alle drie de versies aan te raden om de simpele reden dat ze allemaal net iets verschillend zijn. De versie van André Manuel is veel meer lo-fi en ingetogen. De versie van Krang is iets uitbundiger. De live is euh, live. Ook is er een iets ander orgelgeluid te horen op die versie.

De solo cd van André Manuel is overigens helemaal fantastisch (één van de beste Nederlandstalige platen ooit vind ik). Als je er niet aan kan komen (redelijk moeilijk verkrijgbaar tegenwoordig geloof ik) kan ik wel een kopie voor je maken. Echt een superplaat.

Op www.krang.nl vind je overigens alle teksten en ook de discografie van André Manuel en Krang.

Rainbow to the stars....

Rainbow to the stars....

Like a rainbow to the stars
Keep the faith right in your heart
If you let your dreams come true
Then happiness will follow you

Life is just a game we play
Happiness is here to stay
If you want to win this race
There's someone who can take your place

Like a rainbow to the stars
Keep the faith right in your heart
If you let your dreams come true
Then happiness will follow you

Rainbow to the stars....

Like a rainbow to the stars
Keep the faith right in your heart
If you let your dreams come true
Then happiness will follow you

Life is just a game we play
Happiness is here to stay
If you want to win this race
There's someone who can take your place

Like a rainbow to the stars
Keep the faith right in your heart
If you let your dreams come true
Then happiness will follow you

Rainbow to the stars (3x)

////////////////////////////////////////////////////
I can't stop raving

Come and take a trip with me, to a land where love is free

Follow me into the light, (where) everything's gonna be allright

Just let go and take my hand, I will show you promised land

Stay with me in paradise, so our future can be nice

i don't need to be a global citizen
because i'm blessed by nationality
i'm a member of a growing populace
we enforce our popularity

there are things that seem to pull us under
and there are things that drag us down
but there's a power and a vital presence
thats lurking all around

we've got the american jesus
see him on the interstate
we've got the american jesus
he helped build the president's estate

i feel sorry for the earth's population
'cuz so few live in the u.s.a.
at least the foreigners can copy our morality
they can visit but they cannot stay

only precious few can garner the prosperity
it makes us walk with renewed confidence
we've got a place to go when we die
and the architect resides right here

we've got the american jesus
overwhelming millions every day

he's the farmers barren fields
the force the army wields
the expression in the faces of the starving children
the power of the man
he's the fuel that drives the clan
he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer
he's the preacher on tv
the false sincerity
the form letter that's written by the big computers
he's the nuclear bombs
the kids with no moms
and i'm fearful that he's inside me

There's no charity in you
and that suprises me
I guess I thought you were
a golden idol
'cause I called you majesty
on the balustrade
you watched me hunt for tips
I was obliged to pick up
from the passing trade

Hey kids, - look at this
it's the fall of the world's
own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
but you'll have to ask politely
'cause the eggshells I've been treading
couldn't spare me a beheading
and I'll know I had it coming
from a Ceasar who was only slumming
Hey kids - look at this
it's the fall of the world's own optimist

Well, I could have objections
which you could override
but what's the point - we're only
flogging the horse when the horseman
has up and died
once I testified and swore
I'd never leave a stone unturned -
I bet you're really glad that I lied

Hey kids - look at this
it's the fall of the world's
own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
but you'll have to ask politely
'cause the eggshells I've been treading
couldn't spare me a beheading
and I'll know I had it coming
from a Ceaser who was only slumming

Hey kids - look at this
it's the fall of the world's
own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
but you'll have to ask politely
yes, you'll have to ask politely
yes, you'll have to ask politely

yes, you'll have to ask

(Aimee Mann)

's Avonds na het eten
ga ik graag een straatje om,
om de soep te laten zakken
en de aardappeltjes met jus.
Maar het regent meestal dat het giet,
daarom ga ik dan maar niet.

Dan loop ik in mijn kamer
wat omhoog tegen de muur.
Als een bromvlieg met vakantie,
als een glimknoop met pensioen.
Het plafond is wel een beetje hoog,
maar ik blijf tenmininste droog.

Spat niet met pap,
spat niet met pap op het behang,
spat niet met pap op het behang,
spat niet met pap op het behang.
Dan glijd ik uit, op zijn gezicht.
Spat niet met pap op het behang.

's Avonds na het eten
ga ik graag een behangetje om,
om de soep te laten zakken
en zijn puddinkje met saus.
En wordt de weg vervelend of een beetje lang,
neem ik een ander soort behang.

Spat niet met pap op het behang...

NOFX - Murder The Government

I wanna see the constitution burn
I wanna watch the white house overturn
I wanna withness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna tie and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA yea yea yeahhh
Murder the government, murder the government, murder the government.

dees is wel mooi :

Billy Joel - Piano Man

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Chorus

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus

Billie Myers

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door janique op 16-01-2002 21:39]

Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand,
Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying.
Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion,
Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation.
Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure,
Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
Hey Mother Mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?
And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all my decisions
With a quick wink of the eye
And a "God you must be joking!"
Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations,
Did you see the children cry when you left them at the station?
Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation,
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.
And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all of my decisions
I want to conquer the world,
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales,
We'll have peace on earth and global communion.
I want to conquer the world! (x4)

Bad Religion - You Lyrics
There's a place where everyone can be happy.
It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world.
It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains,
And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls,
And you know I wish that I could got there.
It's a road that I have not found.
And I wish you the best of luck, dear.
Drop a card or letter to my side of town.
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
... painted my entire world.
But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
And I won't forget it.
There's a place where everyone can be right,
Even though you remain determined to be opposed.
Admittance requires no qualifications:
It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes.
So please try not to be impatient,
For we all hate standing in line.
And when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought,
And eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time.
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
... painted my entire world.
But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
And I won't forget it.

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door donald_dick op 17-01-2002 16:16]

This little girl didn't care what anybody said
She got the whole world dancing to the music in her head
They loved to trash her bad, laugh at her and call her names
And now they all try to copy her, isn't that a shame
It all just made her stronger

Don't stop, stop the music
The world will keep turning if you use it
Get out there and don't stop, stop the music
People keep dancing
You can do it
Baby come on

He knew that he was different
This sucker couldn't win
They didn't dig his vision
They tried to fit him in
But there's no room for losers
Until they make you change
And then you love them
Tell me how much longer

Don't stop, stop the music
The world will keep turning if you use it
Get out there and don't stop, stop the music
People keep dancing
You can do it
Baby come on

You got a perfect body, you got a perfect smile
You're unlike anybody, got your own shine, come on
If you just keep on dancing, then you won't feel no pain
Baby it's your decision, only you can break chain

So all you gotta do is dance, come on

Music like love flowing in the air
You can reach out grab it everywhere
Showing you your special love
You were put here on earth to make goodness for people
Better make it worth living while the world's still spinning, come on

Don't stop, stop the music
The world will keep turning if you use it
Baby come on
Don't stop, stop the music
Keep on dancing, you can do it
Baby come on

He was always such a nice boy
The quiet one with good intentions
He was down with his brother, respectful to his mother
A good boy
But good don't get attention

One kid with the promise
The brightest kid in school, he's not a fool
Reading books bout science and smart stuff
It's not enough, no
'Cause smart don't make you cool

Well he's not invisible anymore
With his father's nine and a broken fuse
Since he walked through that classroom door
He's all over prime time news

Chorus
Mary's got the same size hands as Marilyn Monroe
She put her fingers in the imprints
At Mann's Chinese Theatre Show
She could've been a movie star
Never got the chance to go that far
Her life was stole Oh Oh, now we'll never know

They're crying to the camera
Said he never fitted in, he wasn't welcome
He'd show up to the parties we was hanging in
Some guys were putting him down, bullin' him 'round

Now I wish I would have talked to him
Gave him the time of day, not turn away
If I would've then it wouldn't maybe go this far
He'd might'a stayed at home playing angry chords on his guitar

He's not invisible anymore
With his baggy pants and his legs in chains
Since he walked through that classroom door
Everybody knows his name

Chorus
Greg was always getting net from 20 feet away
He had a tryout with the Sixahs couldn't wait for Saturday
Now we're never gonna see him slam
Flyin' as high as Kobe can
His life was stole Oh! Oh! Now we'll never know

Ya their lives were stole
Now we'll never know
We were here, all together yesterday

En Pink - Family Affair vind ik ook top

Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh

Momma please stop cryin, I cant stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didnt mean those nasty things you
said

You fight about money, bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this is my shelter
It aint easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, youll see
I dont want love to destroy me like it has done
my family

Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise Ill be better, Mommy Ill do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise Ill be better, Daddy please dont
leave

Daddy please stop yellin, I cant stand the sound

Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around
My mama she loves you, no matter what she says
its true
I know that she hurts you, but remember I love
you, too

I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Dont wanna go back to that place, but dont have
no choice, no way
It aint easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I dont want love to destroy me like it did my
family

Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise Ill be better, Mommy Ill do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise Ill be better, Daddy please dont
leave

In our family portrait, we look pretty happy
Lets play pretend, let's act like it comes
naturally
I dont wanna have to split the holidays
I dont want two addresses
I dont want a step-brother anyways
And I dont want my mom to have to change her
last name

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise Ill be better, Mommy Ill do
anything)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
Let's play pretend act and like it comes so
naturally
(I promise Ill be better, Daddy please don't
leave)

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise Ill be better, Daddy please don't leave)

Daddy dont leave
Daddy dont leave
Daddy dont leave
Turn around please
Remember that the night you left you took my shining star?
Daddy dont leave
Daddy dont leave
Daddy dont leave
Don't leave us here alone

Mom will be nicer
Ill be so much better, Ill tell my brother
Oh, I wont spill the milk at dinner
Ill be so much better, Ill do everything right
Ill be your little girl forever
Ill go to sleep at night

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Op dinsdag 27 november 2001 15:25 schreef Zanderrr het volgende:
Onze God is De Beste
....
Onze Heer blijft toch De Beste
Hij is Wereldkampioen!

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Hier een geweldige van de Einsturzende Neubauten.
Jaja, Duits, maar dat is krachtiger. En ook de hele tekst, want het gaat om het verhaal

HAUS DER LÜGE

Erstes Geschoss:
Hier leben die Blinden
Die glauben was sie sehen
Und die Tauben
Die glauben was sie hören
Festgebunden auf einem Küchenhocker
Sitzt ein Irrer, der glaubt
Alles was er anfassen kann
(Seine Hände liegen im Schoss)

Zweites Geschoss:
Rolle für Rolle Bahn für Bahn
Rauhfaser tapeziert
einzelne Mieter stehen herum
betrachten die Wände aufmerksam
suchen darauf Bahn für Bahn
nach Druck- und Rechtschreibfehler
Können nicht mal ihren Namen entziffern
Auf ins nähste Geschoss:
Welches, oh Wunder, nie fertiggestellt
Nur über die Treppe erreicht werden kann

Hier lagern Irrtümer, die gehören der Firma
Damit kacheln sie die Böden
An die darf keiner ran

Viertes Geschoss:
Hier wohnt der Architekt
Er geht auf in seinem Plan
Dieses Gebäude steckt voller Ideen
Es reicht von Funda- bis Firmament
Und vom Fundament bis zur Firma

Im Erdgeschoss:
befinden sich vier Türen
Die führen
Direkt ins Freie
Oder besser gesagt: in den Grundstein
Da kann warten wer will
Um zwölf kommt Beton
Grundsteinlego!
Grundsteinlego!
Lüge!, Lüge!, Lüge!
Gedankengänge, sind gestrichen
In Kopfhöhe braun
Infam oder katholisch violet
Zur besseren Orientierung

Dachgeschoss:
Es hat einen Schaden
Im Dachstuhl sitzt ein alter Mann
Auf dem Boden tote Engel verstreut
(Deren Gesichter sehen ihm ähnlich)
Zwischen den Knien hält er ein Gewehr
Er ziehlt auf seinen Mund
Und in den Schädel
Durch den Schädel
Und aus dem Schädel heraus
In den Dachfirst
Dringt das Geschoss

Gott hat sich erschossen
Ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut
Gott hat sich erschossen
Ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut
Lüge, Lüge
Ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut

En hier een mooi stukje creatief met uitdrukkingen uit Verloren Tijd van Klein Orkest.

En tegen zijn angst,
hielp geen een obligatie
geen polis, geen aandeel
geen bank dacht meer mee

En aan het eind,
op zijn crematie
waaide zijn rook zelfs nog
met alle winden mee

Dan nog even het geweldige begin van Up Jumped the Devil van Nick Cave

O My O My
What a wretched life
I was born on the day
That my poor mother died
I was cut from her belly
With a stanley knife
My daddy did a jig
With the drunk midwife

En een mooie afsluiter de Vincent Price monoloog op Welcome To My Nightmare van Alice Cooper over spinnetjes.
Al is dit niet echt een songtekst te noemen
Leaving lepidoptera - please, don't touch the display,
little boy, aha cute! Moving to the next aisle we have
arachnida, the spiders, our.. finest collection.
This friendly little devil is the heptothilidi,
unfortunately harmless. Next to him, the nasty licosa
raptoria, his tiny fangs cause creeping ulcerations of
the skin *laugh*. And here, my prize, the Black
Widow. Isn't she lovely?.. and so deadly. Her kiss is
fifteen times as poisonous as that of the rattlesnake.
You see her venom is highly neurotoxic, which is to say
that it attacks the central nervous system causing
intense pain, profuse sweating, difficulty in
breathing, loss of consciousness, violent convulsions
and, finally.. death. You know what I think I love the
most about her is her inborn need to dominate,
possess. In fact, immediately after the consummation
of her marriage to the smaller and weaker male of the
species she kills and eats him - *laugh* oh, she is
delicious.. and I hope he was! Such power and dignity
- unhampered by sentiment. If I may put forward a
slice of personal philosophy, I feel that man has ruled
this world as a stumbling demented child-king long
enough! And as his empire crumbles, my precious Black
Widow shall rise as his most fitting successor!

think I'm going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don't want noone to follow me
except maybe you

I could make you happy, you know
if you weren't already
I could do a lot of things
and I do

tell you the truth I prefer the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but I think you two are forever
and I hate to say it but you're perfect together

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am I
that I should be vying for your touch
who am I
bet you can't even tell me that much

2:30 in the morning
my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
safe haven of the sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down the top 20 country songs

out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
you know I really don't look forward
to seeing you again soon.

you look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
I won't know what to do
I won't know what to say

so fuck you...

see you and I'm so perplexed
what was I thinking
what will I think of next
where can I hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
I see orion and say nothing
the only thing I can think of saying

is fuck you...

Ik vind je leuk. ik vind je aardig, maar je stinkt uit je bek als een beer uit zn reet

Ill remember it
And dublin in a rainstorm
And sitting in the long grass in summer
Keeping warm
Ill remember it
Every restless night
We were so young then
We thought that everything
We could possibly do was right
Then we moved
Stolen from our very eyes
And i wondered where you went to
Tell me when did the light die
You will rise
You'll return
The phoenix from the flame
You will learn
You will rise
You'll return
Being what you are
There is no other troy
For you to burn

And i never meant to hurt you
I swear i didn't mean
Those things i said
I never meant to do that to you
Next time i'll keep my hands to myself instead
Oh, does she love you
What do you want to do?
Does she need you like i do?
Do you love her?
Is she good for you?
Does she hold you like i do?

Do you want me?
Should i leave?
I know you're always telling me
That you love me
Just sometimes i wonder
If i should believe
Oh, i love you
God, i love you
I'd kill a dragon for you
Ill die
But i will rise
And i will return
The phoenix from the flame
I have learned
I will rise
And you'll see me return
Being what i am
There is no other troy
For me to burn

And you shouldve left the light on
You shouldve left the light on
Then i wouldn't have tried
And you'd never have known
And i wouldn't have pulled you tighter
No i wouldn't have pulled you close
I wouldn't have screamed
No i can't let you go
And the door wasn't closed
No i wouldn't have pulled you to me
No i wouldn't have kissed your face
You wouldn't have begged me to hold you
If we hadn't been there in the first place
Ah but i know you wanted me to be there oh oh
Every look that you threw told me so
But you shouldve left the light on
You shouldve left the light on
And the flames burned away
But you're still spitting fire
Make no difference what you say
You're still a liar
You're still a liar
You're still a liar

en ook:
*Phill Collins ~ Against all odds
*Anouk ~ Nobody's wife
*Abel ~ In mijn slaap
*Abel ~ waar naartoe?
*Abel ~ Hoezeer ik je wil
*Abel ~ Radeloos
*K's choice ~ Believe in me
*Engelbert Humperdinck ~ Am I that easy to forget?
*Pit bacardi ~ Si loin te toi
*Sinead O'Connor ~ nothing compares
*Macy Gray ~ Still
*Fredo Starr feat. Jill scott ~ True Colors

keej zijn r wel veel, n weet r eeuwen meer...
Baaj
xXx
Char

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

Mariah Carey - The Roof lyrics
It wasn't raining yet
But it was definitely a little misty on
That warm november night
And my heart was pounding
My inner voice resounding
Begging me to turn away
But I just had to see your face
To feel alive
And then you casually walked in the room
And I was twisted in the web
Of my desire for you
(And I was twisted)
My apprehension blew away
I only wanted you
To taste my sadness
As you kissed me in the dark

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

And so we finished the Moet and
started feeling liberated
And I surrendered as you took me
In your arms
I was so caught up in the moment
I couldn't bear to let you go yet
So I threw caution to the wind
And started listening to my longing heart
And then you softly pressed your lips to mine
And feelings surfaced I'd suppressed
For such a long time
(And I was lifted)
And for a while I forgot
The sorrow and the pain
And melted with you as we stood
There in the rain

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

Last night I dreamed that I
Whispered the words I love you
And touched you so very
Subtly as we were kissing goodbye
(Pretty baby - How I'm missing you)

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
(Envision you caressing me)
And go back in time
(I go back)
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night
(On the roof that rainy night)

Every time I feel the need
(When I feel the need)
I envision you caressing me
(I envision you over and over and over again)
And go back in time
(I go back)
To relieve the splendor of you and I
(It was oh so sweet you and I)
On the rooftop that rainy night
(On that rainy night)

Every time I feel the need
(Last nigth I had the strangest dream...)
I envision you caressing me
(I was actually quite symbolic)
And go back in time
(As I whispered...That I loved you)
To relieve the splendor of you and I
(...very subtly)

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

One True Voice - Shakespeare's way with words

Too shy to say I love you
Can't tell you how I feel
Don't ask, I can't explain it
I don't know why but my lips are sealed

I can be your Romeo
I wanna be your hero

If I had Shakespeare's way with words
I would write a sonnet, put your name upon it
But how can I be heard
In my heart I am a poet, dont know how to show it
If only I had Shakespeare's way with words

Can't talk, you leave me breathless
No sound and deprived of speak
I try to be romantic
Every time I'm near you I go week

You could be my Juliette
And I promise you no regrets

If I had Shakespeare's way with words
I would write a sonnet, put your name upon it
But how can I be heard
In my heart I am a poet, dont know how to show it
If only I had Shakespeare's way with words

Don't know much about nothing
No nothing much at all
But I do know one thing
I love you, really love you
And I'd do anything to tell you how I feel inside

If I had Shakespeare's way with words
I would write a sonnet, put your name upon it
But how can I be heard
In my heart I am a poet, dont know how to show it
If only I had Shakespeare's way with words

Refr.

En nu loop ik op straat met mijn handen in m'n zakken
en ik voel me (mijn) klote(n)
dus ik hoop dat jij je kut voelt,
dan hebben we er samen van genoten.

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free '99 (To Wear Sunscreen)
Ladies and gentlemen, of the class of '99.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

quote:

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Op woensdag 14 mei 2003 02:39 schreef xman het volgende:
Mariah Carey is een geniale songschrijfster. Lees deze tekst maar.

Mariah Carey - The Roof lyrics
It wasn't raining yet
But it was definitely a little misty on
That warm november night
And my heart was pounding
My inner voice resounding
Begging me to turn away
But I just had to see your face
To feel alive
And then you casually walked in the room
And I was twisted in the web
Of my desire for you
(And I was twisted)
My apprehension blew away
I only wanted you
To taste my sadness
As you kissed me in the dark

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

And so we finished the Moet and
started feeling liberated
And I surrendered as you took me
In your arms
I was so caught up in the moment
I couldn't bear to let you go yet
So I threw caution to the wind
And started listening to my longing heart
And then you softly pressed your lips to mine
And feelings surfaced I'd suppressed
For such a long time
(And I was lifted)
And for a while I forgot
The sorrow and the pain
And melted with you as we stood
There in the rain

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

Last night I dreamed that I
Whispered the words I love you
And touched you so very
Subtly as we were kissing goodbye
(Pretty baby - How I'm missing you)

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
(Envision you caressing me)
And go back in time
(I go back)
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night
(On the roof that rainy night)

Every time I feel the need
(When I feel the need)
I envision you caressing me
(I envision you over and over and over again)
And go back in time
(I go back)
To relieve the splendor of you and I
(It was oh so sweet you and I)
On the rooftop that rainy night
(On that rainy night)

Every time I feel the need
(Last nigth I had the strangest dream...)
I envision you caressing me
(I was actually quite symbolic)
And go back in time
(As I whispered...That I loved you)
To relieve the splendor of you and I
(...very subtly)

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and I
On the rooftop that rainy night

---

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window,
always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees

These foolish games are tearing me apart
You thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

You were always brilliant in the morning
Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee
You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you,
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar

Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself

These foolish games are tearing me apart
You thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

You took off your coat and stood in the rain
you were always like that

I it!

Herman van Veen - De Bom valt nooit

Mijn leven is totaal ontwricht,
ik voel me overboord gegooid,
vandaag las ik dit nieuwsbericht:
de bom... valt... nooit.

Maar zal de bom dan echt niet vallen ?
Wat moeten we dan met z'n allen ?
Zolang een toekomst ons ontbrak,
leefden wij dood op ons gemak.

Wij keken met omfloerste blik
nog maar voortdurend naar de grond,
nu is tot onze grote schrik
de hele wereld kerngezond.

Met het nu uit zijn met die kater ?
Moeten wij denken over later ?
Acht, dat gezeur van "Het heeft geen zin",
daar trapt geen schoolmeester meer in.

Nu keert men heel ons leven om
en brengt paniek in onze tent.
Wij hielden zo van onze bom,
we waren zo aan hem gewend.

Ons leven is totaal ontwricht
door dit beroerde nieuwsbericht:
"De bom blijft liggen waar hij ligt".
De bom blijft liggen waar hij ligt.

It ain't hard to understand
This ain't Hitler's master plan
What it takes to be a man
In my mind, in my brain
I roll it over like a steamin' freight train
It ain't hard to ascertain

You only see what you want to believe
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
But the day that I die
Will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on your knees and start to pray
Pray my itchy rash will go away

Back up y'all it ain't me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal, it ain't me

I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backward-ass hillbilly
I'm Dick Butkiss
You know I lie
I get mean, I'm a thief in the dark
I'm a ragin' machine
I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
Rec-tite(tm) on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles
My broken heart makes me smile

In my mind, in my brain
I go back and go completely insane
It ain't personal, it ain't me
If I make you cry I might
Be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a load from my big gun

You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back
I got tricks up my sleeve
24/7 the devil's best friend
It makes no difference
It's all the same in the end

=====

Tröckener Kecks - Zou Je Niettegenstaande De Recente Gebeurtenissen Een Verblijf Op Amoureus Gebied In Overweging Willen Nemen, Alsjeblieft

IK ZAG JE GISTERAVOND
JE DEED OF JE PLEZIER HAD
JE LACHTE EN JE DANSTE
JE EEN WEG DOOR DE NACHT
HET LEEK OF DE ONLANGS
VERKREGEN VRIJHEID JE BEVIEL
OF DIT PRECIES WAS
WAT JE ALTIJD HAD GEDACHT

JE SCHROK TOEN JE ME ZAG
EN RIEP EEN OF ANDERE VENT
HET DUURDE MAAR EVEN
VOOR IK HET BEGREEP
DAT JE DEED ALSOF
JE MIJ NIET HAD HERKEND

IK WEET HOE JIJ JE VOELDE
ZO VOELDE IK HET OOK
HOE OVERBRUG JE DE LEEGTE
DIE GAAPT TUSSEN JOU EN MIJ

ZOU JE NIETTEGENSTAANDE
DE RECENTE GEBEURTENISSEN
TOCH NOG EEN VERBLIJF
OP AMOUREUS GEBIED
IN OVERWEGING WILLEN NEMEN
ALSJEBLIEFT

WAT IK WILDE ZEGGEN
GISTERAVOND LAAT
KLONK ZO OPRECHT
HELDER ALS GLAS
MAAR ELK WOORD LEEK WEL
EEN KROMME OUDE KEREL
DIE WEG NAAR HUIS
VERGETEN WAS

HOE OVERBRUG IK DE LEEGTE
DIE GAAPT TUSSEN JOU EN MIJ

ZOU JE NIETTEGENSTAANDE
DE RECENTE GEBEURTENISSEN
TOCH NOG EEN VERBLIJF
OP AMOUREUS GEBIED
IN OVERWEGING WILLEN NEMEN
ALSJEBLIEFT

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door kroegtijger op 30-07-2003 13:43]

It was love at first sight
on the second of july
Met her on the third floor
Four times in one night
It was a little bit of magic
And the time stood still
She took me to another side
she got the key to my will

Tell me how could such a good thing only last...

One, two three, four
Five days once in a lifetime
Five nights
Too good to be true
The universe is passin' by
But I can't forget our
One, two, three, four

Five days-sunshine-one-way-trip
Where she touched my soul when I touched her lips
She said "boy take me to wherever you go
destination anywhere"
But destiny said no.

Tell me how could such a good thing only last...

One, two three, four
Five days once in a lifetime
Five nights
Too good to be true
The universe is passin' by
But I can't forget our
One, two, three, four

Five days once in a lifetime
Five nights
Too good to be true
The universe is passin' by
But I can't forget our
One, two, three, four

Five days,... can't you hear me?
Five nights,... where you are?
Five days,... can't you fell me?
Five nights,... you're still my love

It was so great when we were together, baby
So great when we were together
It was so great when our days were endless, baby
So great when we were together

Tell me how could such a good thing only last...

One, two three, four
Five days once in a lifetime
Five nights
Too good to be true
The universe is passin' by
But I can't forget our
One, two, three, four

Five days once in a lifetime
Five nights
Too good to be true
The universe is passin' by
But I can't forget our
One, two, three, four

Five days,... can't you hear me?
Five nights,... where you are?
Five days,... can't you feel me?
Five nights,... you're still my love

It was so great when we were together, baby
So great when we were together
It was so great when our days were endless, baby
So great when we were together

Dat eerste couplet, en dat "But destiny said no". Geniaal gewoon! Tel-liedjes zijn sowieso altijd leuk.

Misschien niet de eeuwigheid
Misschien niet de eeuwigheid
Maar lang genoeg voor mij

Ik zie de wolken drijven
En denk aan de afdruk
Van onze lijven naast elkaar
Als we straks opstaan
Dan is het voorbij
Toch gaan we niet weg
We liggen daar nog
Een hele tijd

Misschien niet de eeuwigheid
Misschien niet de eeuwigheid

Wat me straks bijblijft
Maand na maand, jaar na jaar
Niet de lach om je mond
Niet je handen, niet je ogen,
Niet je t-shirt op de grond
Maar de plastic vlinder in je haar ( )

Misschien niet de eeuwigheid
Maar het is lang genoeg voor mij
Daar in dat hoge gras
Kan niemand ons zien

The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
My head is a carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops.
I just want someone to walk in front and I'll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
I started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs.
I almost forgot who I was, but came to my senses.

Now I try to be assertive. I'm making plans.
I want to rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all of their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave but I'm just afraid of all this change.
It's too hard to focus through all this doubt.
I keep making this "To Do" lists but nothing ever gets crossed out.
Even working on the record seems pointless now.
When the world ends, who's gonna hear it?

But I try and take some comfort in written words, yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good.
When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together.

Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by...all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time.
Remember all those songs and the way we smiled in those basements made of music.

But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.

So when I'm lost in a crowd, I hope that you'll pick me out.
Oh, how I long to be found. The grass grew high. I laid down.
Now, wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
I have been laying so low don't want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is supposed to be and it is all predetermined, you can't change your destiny.
Then I guess I'll just keep moving and someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched.
And does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?

For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally.
I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest.
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me.
They reminded me of yours.

In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote,
You make me happy when the skies are gray
You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray.
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed.
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Seborik op 22-09-2003 23:28]

Clash - The Guns Of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
BUt when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and north across the sea
Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm.

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me.

"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."

There calls the mariner
There comes a ship over the line
BUt how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.

See...onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but here's two.

Death and she Life in Death,
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then...crew one by one
they drop down dead, two hundred men
She...she, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.

"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his facce with a ghastly pang
and cursed me with his eye
four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The mariner wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.

and by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they're lifelesss in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the mariner sights his home
spirits go fromhe long dead bodies
Form their own light and the mariner's left alone.

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit,
Penance of life will fall onto him.

And the ship sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.

The mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things thaat God made.

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.

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Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:14 schreef This_World_Is_Lost het volgende:
IRON MAIDEN

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

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Geweldig hoe ze die beroemde quote's in het nummer hebben verwerkt

You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind mans picaresque heart

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ides of march
Are they so make believe
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day

The iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
Adlib your memoires by casting a drought

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day

Knife me in -hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in-hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again

The one last hit that spent you
And you will find
The greatest fucking lie
Of aneurysm vespers
The ones that pile
Up the greatest fucking lies

Knife me in hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in It's sleep again

Virulent hives- of bedpost piles
Virulent hives

Who brought me here
Forsaken,depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
Forsaken,depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here

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Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:32 schreef Riert het volgende:
ken het orginele gedicht niet
dacht dat ze gewoon muziek onder het gedicht hadden gezet

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Dat zou wat worden, het gedicht is 7 delen lang met enorme hoeveelheid tekst

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Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:34 schreef This_World_Is_Lost het volgende:

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hahahaha

Dat zou wat worden, het gedicht is 7 delen lang met enorme hoeveelheid tekst

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Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:30 schreef This_World_Is_Lost het volgende:
Yep, van Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Geweldig hoe ze die beroemde quote's in het nummer hebben verwerkt

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Solefald - When The Moon Is On The Wave

when the moon is on the wave,
and the glow-worm in the grass,
and the meteor on the grave,
and the wisp on the morass
when the falling stars are shooting,
and the answer'd owls are hooting,
and the silent leaves are still
in the shadow of the hill,
shall my soul be upon thine,
with a power and with a sign.

though thy slumber may be deep,
yet thy spirit shall not sleep;
there are shades which will not vanish,
there are thoughts thou canst not banish,
by a power to thee unknown,
thou canst never be alone;
thou art wrapt as with a shroud,
thou art gather'd in a cloud;
and for ever shalt thou dwell
in the spirit of this spell.

though thou seest me not pass by,
thou shalt feel me with thine eye
as a thing that, though unseen,
must be near thee, and hath been;
and when in that secret dread
thou hast turn'd around thy head,
thou shalt marvel i am not
as thy shadow on the spot,
and the power which thou dost feel
shall be what thou dost feel
shall be what thou must conceal.

and a magic voice and verse
hath baptized thee with a curse;
and a spirit of the air
hath begirt thee with a snare;
in the wind there is a voice
shall forbid thee to rejoice;
and to thee shall night deny
all the quiet of her sky;
and the day shall have a sun,
which shall make thee wish it done.

from thy false tears i did distil
an essence which hath strength to kill;
from thy own heart i then did wring
the black blood in its blackest spring;
from thy own smile i snatch'd the snake,
for there it coil'd as in a brake;
from thy own smile i snatch'd the snake,
for there it coil'd as in a brake;
from thy own lip i drew the the charm
which gave all these their chiefest harm;
in proving every poison known,
i found the strongest was thine own.

by thy cold breast and serpent smile,
by thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,
by that most seeming virtuos eye,
by thy shut soul's hypocrisy;
by the perfection of thine art
which pass'd for human thine own heart;
by thy delight in others' pain,
and by thy brotherhood of cain,
i call upon thee! and compel
thyself to be thy proper hell!

and on thy head i pour the vial
which doth devote this trial;
nor to slumber, nor to die,
shall be in thy destiny;
though thy death shall still seem near
to thy wish, but as a fear;
lo! the spell now works around thee,
and the clankless chain hath bound thee;
o'er thy heart and brain together
hath the word been pass'd - now wither!

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Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:38 schreef This_World_Is_Lost het volgende:
Het originele duurt zo'n 13 minuten. De Live After Death weet ik zo niet. Maar het blijft een genot om er naar te luisteren (voor mij dan)

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geen idee over welke live ik het heb, staat ergens op een bandje. Heb hem niet op LP...of CD

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Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:40 schreef Riert het volgende:

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Mee eens. Kippevelplaat

geen idee over welke live ik het heb, staat ergens op een bandje. Heb hem niet op LP...of CD

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Soms heb je wel eens van die dingen dat je denkt Oda¹s raar¹
Zo gebeurt het je nooit, zo twee keer achter elkaar
Zoals dit jaar, we kregen op een dag een brief te lezen
van een meisje die schreef: OMijn vriend is niet te genezen¹
OHij heeft kanker, z¹n linkerbeen is al geamputeerd,
maar de kanker was al uitgezaaid, dus hij crepeert¹
OHij heet Sander, hij houdt van Nederhop als geen ander,
maar hij heeft niet zo lang meer, niemand die dat veranderd¹
ODus nu hebben wij; zijn vrienden; nog een laatste verzoek
Dat is mag Sander een keer in de studio op bezoek¹
OMisschien kan hij een stukje rappen of iets zeggen op cd,
want daar maak je hem voor ons gevoel onsterfelijk mee¹
Ik zei: OO.K., laat hem maar wat schrijven, volgende week
kan hij dan meedoen aan een nieuwe O.P.-studiotake
Sander vond dat wel tof, dus ik dacht: ODie komt gewoon¹
Maar voor dat het zover was ging alweer de telefoon
Het was zijn vriendin weer, ze zei: OMoet je horen¹
OSander is net overleden dus die afspraak gaat niet door en
hij heeft nog wel een tekst gemaakt, die stuur ik wel op¹
Ik zei: Ogecondoleerd, ik draag nog wel een nummer aan hem op¹
En ik dacht: OWat een lullig en een triest verloop,
om zo jong te moeten sterven aan een ziekte zonder hoop¹
Ik wou wel schrijven hierover, maar ik wist niet wat
Want alles wat ik kon bedenken leek zo simpel en plat
Want ik dacht: OWat zou ik doen als ik wist dat
ik zelf nog geen twee weken meer te leven had?
Zou ik mijn geld op zuipen en neuken in een sjiek bordeel?
Of zou ik heroïnespuitend bungeejumpen? weet ik veel!
Toen kreeg ik Sander zijn tekst en die zei juist relaxed:
OGa jij dan helemaal los? Dan ben je eerder de klos!¹
OIk kom er door en krijg de kracht van boven of opzij¹
OIk weet alleen¹ zei hij, Ode kracht komt naar mij!¹

Wat zou je doen als jij wist dat
je door kanker nog geen maandje meer te leven had?
Wat zou je doen als je niets kan doen?
Ga jij wanhopig door het lint of hou je je fatsoen?
Wat zou je doen als iemand tegen je zei:
OHet einde komt nabij, maar schrijf je straks een nummer voor mij?¹
Wat zou je doen als er geen hoop meer blijkt?
Wat kan je dan nog zeggen zonder dat het onzin lijkt?

Vlak na dit alles kwam er opeens weer een bericht
Het ging om Willem van Magnifiosie, het gezicht
van een jongerencentrum waar wij vaak optraden
en waar Willem altijd kookte, dat was niet te versmaden!
Maar wat bleek? Ook Willem was door kanker afgetaaid
De ziekte was bij hem al door zijn hele lijf gezaaid
Hij had nog maar een paar weken en daarom zei hij:
OIk wil nog een keer wat drinken met de O.P. d¹r bij¹
Dus wij gingen snel naar Lisse om met Willem te praten
En het voelde wel vreemd toen we daar zo zaten
en te weten dat je hem dan voor de laatste keer ziet
Maar Willem hield zich ijzersterk en toonde geen verdriet
Het werd zelfs nog gezellig en het bier ging vlot
We praatten over leuke dingen, maar ook over het lot
Ik vertelde hem van Sander en zijn laatste tekst
Ik zei: OIk moet een nummer schrijven, maar dat gaat niet best¹
OWant hoe het ook loopt, het eindigt steeds in een knoop
want kanker is en blijft een ziekte zonder enige hoop¹
Toch, ondanks alle pijn moet zo¹n nummer wel goed zijn
en niet depressief, want verdriet zal er genoeg zijn
En toen zei Willem zonder na te denken:
OSchrijf gewoon maar de waarheid, dat is wat je kunt schenken!¹
Een nummer over kanker vraagt niet om een happy end
Maar ik eindig toch met Oblij dat ik jou heb gekend¹

Wat zou je doen als jij wist dat
je door kanker nog geen maandje meer te leven had?
Wat zou je doen als je niets kan doen?
Ga jij wanhopig door het lint of hou je je fatsoen?
Wat zou je doen als iemand tegen je zei:
OHet einde komt nabij, maar schrijf je straks een nummer voor mij?¹
Wat zou je doen als er geen hoop meer blijkt?
Wat kan je dan nog zeggen zonder dat het onzin lijkt?

[Chorus]
It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation

[Verse 1]
Pardon me love but you seem like my type
What you doin tonight? you should stop by the site
We could, roll some weed play some records and talk
I got a fly spot downtown Brooklyn, New York
Now I know you think I wanna fuck, no doubt
but tonight we'll try a different route, how bout we start
With a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons
Later we can play a game of chess on the futon
See i ain't got to get in your blouse
It's your eye contact, that be getting me aroused
When you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines
Reflecting my light, when it shines, just takin our time
Before the night's through, we could get physical too
I ain't tryin to say I don't wanna fuck, cause I do
But for me boo, makin love is just as much mental
I like to know what I'm gettin into

[Chorus]
We could have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation

It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
Time for some mind sex...

(singing): before we make love

Yeah, what you know about mind sex?

(singing): before we make love

[Verse 2]
African princess, tell me yo' interests
Wait, let me guess boo, you probably like poetry
Here's a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around
So let me take this opportunity
Would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea?
Take a walk verbally, make a bond certaintly
Cuz in my hand I bet your hand fit perfectly
And it's like we floatin out in space when you flirtin wit me
C'mon, a little foreplay don't hurt (hmmm)
Imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt
It's like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis
Opposites attract that's the basis
Our sex is the wind that seperates the yin from the yang
The balance that means complete change, our aim
Is to touch you in a delicate spot
And once we get it started I ain't trying to stop

[Chorus]
But first we have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation

It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
Mind sex...

[Spoken]
She smiles, I smile
She walks, no she glides softly by me changing night into day
She opens her mouth to speak, and so sounds ring in my head
She speaks, and i want to dance to her rhythm
She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires,
As i place my arms around her waist,
Hold and squeeze unto me,
I want to melt into her body, and discover the base of her warmth
Her beautiful black body that, no human mind could ever conceive
She's love
She's truth
She's real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens
As real as the sun that bathes her body,
As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose
That blossoms in spring for she is that rose
And not just any rose,
But a black rose,
Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant
A black rose, that stands as creator, of nations of
Black rose
That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round
Black rose,
Sweet rose,
Thornless rose
Eternal rose
Please look my way,
Please look my way
Please look my way
Black rose

Bones sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
Homes, places we've grown,
All of us are done for

And we live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do,
We live in a beautiful world

Bones sinking like stones,
All that we fought for,
Homes, places we've gone,
All of us are done for

We live in a beautiful world,
Yeah we do, yeah we do,
We live in a beautiful world

Oh, all that I know
There's nothing here to run from,
'Cos yeah, everybody here's got somebody to lean on

Oasis - Idlers Dream
"I realise just what you are
you're an idlers dream"

Hier bestaan geen woorden voor of smilies natuurlijk.

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.

Oh Oh je weet niet wat je doet
oh oh oh nee
nee je weet het niet zo goed
maar je doet me pijn
zowoo zowoo veel pijn.

Opeens kruiste onze wegen ik zag je al eens eerder en werd dan verlegen,
mn allerdiepste van binnen hield het verzwegen voor mijn bewust zijn zou dit nou liefde en of lust zijn?
Ik zwem in een zee maar ik wil liever aan de kust zijn.
je mocht me wel maar ik ging voor de bijl je was spontaner dan een freestyle, terwijl je verteld zie ik je uiterlijke heerlijkheden.
En voel de vibe van wereldsteden verloren in het heden je vocht met je verleden.
zeker weten dat ik zo nu en dan geen woorden had maar dacht word lyries van je lieverd,
dus ben jij mijn woordenschat?
ik schrijf het liefst nog 100 odes over je ogen en je dope mode,zal tevens willen snoepen van die vrucht verboden.
wil een weg door je geest banen,
je echt raken in het epicentrum van je ledematen,
maar we bleven maten.
etc.

I wonder what he'll think of me
I guess he'll call me the "old man"
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other feller's father
Well, I can!

I bet that he'll turn out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his puddin-headed father ever had

I'll teach him to wrassle
And dive through a wave
When we go in the mornin's for our swim
His mother can teach him
The way to behave
But she won't make a sissy out o' him
Not him! not my boy! not Bill!

Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I will.
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll toss him around

I don't give a damn what he does
As long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes!

He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course it takes talent to do that well

He might be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a feller that sells you glue
Or president of the United States
That'd be all right, too
His mother would like that
But he wouldn't be president unless he wanted to be
Not Bill!

My boy, Bill! he'll be tall
And as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bastard'll boss him around

And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss' daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck
And call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a lorgnet
Say, why am I talkin' on like this?
My kid ain't even been born, yet!

I can see him when he's seventeen or so
And startin' to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him ...

Wait a minute!

Could it be?

What the hell!

What if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money!
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a girl

She mighn't be so bad at that
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind o' neat and petite
Little tin-type of her mother!
What a pair!

I can just hear myself bragging about her!
My little girl
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are meant to be!

Dozens of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad does what he can to woo her
From her faithful dad
She has a few
Pink and white young fellers of two and three
But my little girl
Gets hungry ev'ry night and she come home to me!

My little girl, my little girl!
I got to get ready before she comes!
I got to make certain that she
Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot o' bums like me
She's got to be sheltered
And be dressed in the best money can buy!

I never knew how to get money
But, I'll try, by god! I'll try!
I'll go out and make it or steal it

Or take it or die!

Blue Mountains high and valley low,
I don't know which I should go
One Summer Dream, One Summer Dream.

Warm summer breeze blows endlessly,
Touching the hearts of those who feel.
One Summer Dream, One Summer Dream.