quote:Dit is toch een klassiek gedicht?
Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:14 schreef This_World_Is_Lost het volgende:
IRON MAIDEN
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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
quote:hahahaha
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
Dat zou wat worden, het gedicht is 7 delen lang met enorme hoeveelheid tekst
quote:Live versie is toch ook iets van 20 minuten
Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:34 schreef This_World_Is_Lost het volgende:[..]
hahahaha
Dat zou wat worden, het gedicht is 7 delen lang met enorme hoeveelheid tekst
French part :
( Quoi ? qu'est ce que c'est ? / What ? what's this?
Qu'est ce que c'est piaf ? / What is piaf ?
Ah Paris ! Manger beaucoup le fromage ! / Ah Paris ! Eat a lot of cheese !
La la la la la last goodbye... )
This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then i'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know
This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all
Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye
Did you say "no, this can't happen to me,"
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didn't know him at all
You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know
Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that it's over... it's over
quote:MAar even als antwoord hierop. Dit schijnt ook (of eigenlijk wel) een beroemd gedicht te zijn
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
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!
quote:Mee eens. Kippevelplaat
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)
geen idee over welke live ik het heb, staat ergens op een bandje. Heb hem niet op LP...of CD
quote:Ik heb hem hier alleen maar op Live After Death staan. Ik zou niet weten waar hij anders nog Live gespeeld is
Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:40 schreef Riert het volgende:[..]
Mee eens. Kippevelplaat
geen idee over welke live ik het heb, staat ergens op een bandje. Heb hem niet op LP...of CD
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.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
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
She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run run
Run
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.
Bird on wing goes floating by,
But there's a teardrop in his eye,
One summer dream, one summer dream,
One summer dream, One summer dream.
Mischien wel het mooiste nummer van ELO, een perfecte mix van vette strijkers ,gitaar en de dichterlijke tekst van Jeff Lynne.
Geniaal uitgevoerd op de dvd Zoom tour
One Summer Dream was trouwens destijds de B kant van MR. Blue Sky
I drive on her streets
'Cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills
'Cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds
And she kisses me windy
I never worry
Now that is a lie
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
It's hard to believe
That there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe
That I'm all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all that way
Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away
And oh... if you stay
I'll chase the rainblown fields away
We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun
Oh
...if you stay
We'll be the wild ones, running with the dogs today
There's a song playing through another wall
All we see and believe is the D.J. and debts dissolve
And it's a shame the plane is leaving on this sunny day
Cos on you my tattoo will be bleeding
...and the name will stain
But, oh... if you stay
We'll ride from disguised suburban graves
We'll go from the bungalows where the debts still grow each day
And, oh... if you stay
I'll chase the rainblown fears away
We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun
... oh if you stay
We'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today
We'll be the wild ones
...running with the dogs today
Suede :: "The Wild Ones"
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