Goede songteksten?

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.

quote:

---

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

---

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.....

quote:

---

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 ?

---

quote:

---

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

---

[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.

quote:

---

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

---

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.

quote:

---

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 ?

---

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...