TuuT | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 20:15 |
Nou dit topic lijkt me duidelijk. Wat vind jij goede songteksten? Waar je dus wat van leert bijvoorbeeld, en dan bedoel ik geen teksten die je gewoon leuk vind klinken of teksten die nergens op slaan (Britney Spears' Born To Make You Happy bijvoorbeeld). |
Arcee | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 20:30 |
Ik geef veel meer op de muziek dan om de tekst, maar er zijn uiteraard wel een aantal die ik erg goed vind. Eén van de mooiste vind ik Het Dorp van Wim Sonneveld. Geeft prachtig het onbezorgde gevoel van je jeugd weer. 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.
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FFantaghiro | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 20:32 |
Kelis - Get along with you.. |
Beatrice | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 20:55 |
I know you're really proud, cause you think you're well-hung, but I think it's time you learn how to use your tongue. You say you want things to be even and you want things to be fair, but you're afraid to get your teeth caught in my pubic hair. If you're lying there expecting me to suck your dick, you're going to have to give me more than just a token lick. Well, you may not like it but you better learn how, CAUSE IT'S YOUR TURN NOW.Now, YOU SUCK, suck it hard, go down baby. YOU SUCK, lick it hard, and move your tongue around. [knip] Well, I know you think it's a real drag, to suck my cunt when I'm on the rag. Quit making up stories, yeah give me a break. Cause I really don't believe that you got a headache. You tell me it's gross to suck my yeast infection. How do you think I feel when I GAG on your erection? (uh!) Your wasting your tongue with lame excuses, GET YOUR FACE BETWEEN MY THIGHS. Now, YOU SUCK, suck it hard, go down baby. YOU SUCK, lick it hard, and move your tongue around. |
TuuT | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 21:06 |
Nou hier zijn een paar teksten waarvan ik vind dat ze goed/mooi zijn. (ik typ trouwens steeds maar een stukje, want anders moet je zoveel scrollen)“Can’t Take That Away” van Mariah Carey vind ik goed. Het gaat erover dat je je niets aan moet trekken van de sjit die over je gezegd wordt (terwijl veel mensen vaak verlegen worden bijvoorbeeld als er steeds over je gezegd word dat je lelijk bent bijvoorbeeld) “They can say anything they want to say Try to bring me down But I will not allow Anyone to succeed Hanging clouds over me And they can try hard to make me feel That I don't matter at all But I refuse to falter In what I believe Or lose faith in my dreams” “Crash And Burn” van Savage Garden vind ik ook mooi (Affirmation van datzelfde album is ook heel goed) “When you feel all alone And the world has turned it's back on you Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you It's hard to find relieve and people can be so cold When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore Let me be the one you call If you jump I'll break your fall Lift you up and fly away with you into the night If you need to fall apart I can mend a broken heart If you need to crash then crash and burn You're not alone” Nou ik heb veel teksten van Janet die ik erg mooi/goed vind (op haar album “The Velvet Rope” staan erg goede teksten, over veel onderwerpen), maar ik kies er maar 1. Janet – “You” You gaat erover dat je jezelf moet blijven, en dat je je dus niet moet gaan gedragen zodat jij er populairder door wordt. “Here I am in your face Tellin' truths and not your old lies Seems to me that you care And I know that you're runnin' outta time See ya can't get away I'll be here forever and again Whisperin' in your ear Do believe 'cause you know you cannot win Spent most your life pretending not to be The one you are but who you choose to see Learned to survive in your fictitious world Does what they think of you determine your worth If special's what you feel when you're with them Taken away, you feel less than again That's right You gotta mean what you say You gotta say what you mean Tryin' to please everyone Sacrifice your own needs Check in the mirror my friend No lies will be told then Pointin' the finger again You can't blame nobody but you You gotta mean what you say You gotta say what you mean Tryin' to please everyone Sacrifice your own needs Check in the mirror my friend No lies will be told then Pointin' the finger again You can't blame nobody but you” Nou ik heb er nog wel meer maar ik stop nu maar. |
Machiaveli | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 21:16 |
Ik zal ze even allemaal vertellen (bijna): 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] |
DIGGER | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 22:03 |
...Alone - Anathema 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] |
Twixy | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 22:11 |
The ants are in the sugar the muscles antrophied We're on the other side, the screen is usand we're TV Spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs are all your infants in abortian cribs I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that you fearpray 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.
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PaRoDiUzZ | maandag 24 juli 2000 @ 22:14 |
Public Enemy - Fight the Power Beats by the pound - Necessary Public Enemy - Don't Believe The Hype Pharoahe Monch - God sent : Organized Confusion Company Flow - Patriotism KRS One - The sound of the police Talib kweli - the manifesto |
Zanderrr | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 02:56 |
I am a lonesome hobo Without family or friends, Where another man's life might begin, That's exactly where mine ends. I have tried my hand at bribery, Blackmail and deceit, And I've served time for ev'rything 'Cept beggin' on the street.Well, once I was rather prosperous, There was nothing I did lack. I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth And silk upon my back. But I did not trust my brother, I carried him to blame, Which led me to my fatal doom, To wander off in shame. Kind ladies and kind gentlemen, Soon I will be gone, But let me just warn you all, Before I do pass on; Stay free from petty jealousies, Live by no man's code, And hold your judgment for yourself Lest you wind up on this road. |
Machiaveli | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 10:36 |
Als iedereen lappen tekst gaat plakken doe ik dat ook  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
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Lord of the Backstage | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 10:47 |
Stukkie marillion van 100 nights (cd: holidays in eden, zwaar onderschat imho) over iemand die vreemd gaat met een getrouwde vrouw en nu in zichzelf lekker op haar man zit te vitten:[i] You didn't notice me As I passed you on the stairs How could you ever guess lookin' at my face How closely I share your taste How well I know your place Even the clothes you wear I've seen them when you're not there You say that you can win win win If you know how to play the game But while you're out there playing you see There's something you should know She spends your money She spends your money She spends your money She spends your money on me [/i]
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Ulx | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 10:56 |
I've got something she wants She's got something I need Got a lock on my heart And she's got the keys Softly spoken words of love These are what she says to me Honey be a man get off your kneesEvery 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 |
PaRoDiUzZ | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 11:21 |
Necessary - Beats by the pound When some get together ,and think of rap ,they tend to think of violence. But when they challenged with some rock group , They're suckers , always silence. Even before the rock & roll era violence taked a big part of music. It's all according to your meaning of violence and in how or in wich way u use it. Oh no its not violent to show on movies destuction of the human body. But yes .indeed its very violent to protect your selve in a party And Oh no its not violent when under cristmas trees are look a like guns. But yes ofcourse its violent To have an album by Krs one. By all means neccesary , its time to end hypocracy. What i call violence i can't do , look how the police is stopping me
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Tokus | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 12:46 |
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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hel& | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 12:52 |
estranged - guns 'n' roses kody - matchbox20 DRive - incubus make yourself - incubusetc etc etc.... |
Machiel | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 13:12 |
de tekst van Racoon - Daily news het refrein is een van de teksten die me wat doen. '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.....
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Vishnu | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 13:18 |
what you do with what you've got 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] |
Public Enemy | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 16:02 |
Hou je vast : 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
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Public Enemy | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 16:07 |
quote: Op 25 juli 2000 12:46 schreef Tokus het volgende: ik vind de text van Die Eier Von Satan, van Tool wel gaaf: halbe Tasse Staubzucker Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse Ein wenig extra Staubzucker ... und keine Eier In eine Schüssel geben Butter einrühren Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker wälzen und Sagt die Zauberwörter Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier .. Tokus
En hier de vertaling in het engels voor diengenen die hebben lopen slapen tijds duits les omdat ze een 10 hadden voor engels zoals ik  Half a cup of powdered sugar One quarter teaspoo salt One knifetip Turkish hash Half a pound butter One teaspoon vanilla-sugar Half a pound flour 150 g ground nuts A little extra powdered sugar ... and no eggs Place in a bowl Add butter Add the ground nuts and Knead the dough
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough Roll in the powdered sugar and say the Magic Words: "Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim" Place on a greased baking pan and Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes ...AND NO EGGS Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes ...and no eggs. Inderdaad leuke tekst ja  |
Public Enemy | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 16:11 |
quote: Op 25 juli 2000 12:52 schreef hel& het volgende:DRive - incubus make yourself - incubus etc etc etc....
bij deze : Make Yourself If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow. Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow. If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache. At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away. If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay. But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and grey. You should make amends with you. If only for better health. But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now. I won't let em' make me, it's more than I can allow. So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache. And if I fuck me...I'll fuck me in my own way. You should make amends with you. If only for better health. But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? Make Yourself. en Drive Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal. But lately I am beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around. But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeh. Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive? Would you choose water over wine.... hold the wheel and drive?
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Tha Poeroet | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 18:41 |
hmm milk inc. Walk on water. Heb ik erg goede en tegelijkertijd slechte herrineringen aan. --------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------- 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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Zusje | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 19:08 |
quote: Op 24 juli 2000 20:30 schreef Arcee het volgende: Eén van de mooiste vind ik Het Dorp van Wim Sonneveld.
In ons Dorp van Fratsen vind ik net even iets pakkender. Heb de songtekst hier niet bij de hand, maar misschien is hier iemand die het wel heeft ...... |
Zanderrr | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 19:13 |
Here you go: 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.) |
Zusje | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 19:22 |
Zanderr 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 |
Djeez | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 21:56 |
Het leed versierd-Klein orkest 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. |
Juan Zueco | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 22:54 |
And God said - World Party And God said "look after the planet" But man said "FUCK YOU!"
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DIGGER | dinsdag 25 juli 2000 @ 22:55 |
Over de muur van Klein Orkest vind ik ook een geniaal nummer kwa tekst (ook kwa muziek zelf trouwens) 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. |
ijdod | woensdag 26 juli 2000 @ 10:51 |
En nummer wat me altijd erg heeft aangegrepen is Brothers in Arms van Dire Straits. Een andere, recentere, die ik kwa tekst erg goed vind is Warum? van Tic Tac Toe --- These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in armThrough 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
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LeXX | vrijdag 28 juli 2000 @ 15:41 |
Sometimes I get to feelin' I was back in the old days - long ago When we were kids, when we were young Things seemed so perfect - you know ? The days were endless, we were crazy - we were young The sun was always shinin' - we just lived for fun Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know The rest of my life's been - just a show Those were the days of our lives The bad things in life were so few Those days are all gone now but one thing is true When I look and I find I still love you You can't turn back the clock, you can't turn back the tide Ain't that a shame ? Ooh, I'd like to go back one time on a roller coaster ride When life was just a game No use in sitting and thinkin' on what you did When you can lay back and enjoy it through your kids Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know Better sit back and go - with the flow 'Cos these are the days of our lives They've flown in the swiftness of time These days are all gone now but some things remain When I look and I find - no change Those were the days of our lives yeah The bad things in life were so few Those days are all gone now but one thing's still true When I look and I find, I still love you I still love you
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PaRoDiUzZ | vrijdag 28 juli 2000 @ 20:45 |
Beautiful things -- Bahamadia Everytime i pick up a paper or turn on the tube a newsflash another youth passed school ground's a bloodbath politicians caught in sex scam Major sports figures in and out of rehabs holy war with jews and arabs recalls a cutback feature story go to those who gay bash bolemic and anorexic actors and actresses swappin' secrets on their freakiest fetishes pedophile predators on the internet numerous (pause) reports of preteen sex 30 second updates on side effects of modern medicines rap veteran turn convincted felon domestic violence rate excellin' embezzlement the deficit negligence more serial killings gang related death still in excistence mosquitoes dead crows and the viruses that they're inflicted with road rage incidents its sickening.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] |
WouterB | zaterdag 29 juli 2000 @ 01:47 |
hij is een beetje lang, maar het nummer duurt dan ook 14 minuten 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. |
WouterB | maandag 31 juli 2000 @ 18:19 |
nog eentje dan 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] |
Public Enemy | maandag 31 juli 2000 @ 20:55 |
Nou voel ik me genoodzaakt er ook een te plaatsen... 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) |
sataN | dinsdag 1 augustus 2000 @ 11:47 |
Ik vind "Pand van Janna" van Fratsen ook heel mooi! |
Ulx | dinsdag 1 augustus 2000 @ 11:54 |
Lais - De wereld vergaat 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 |
SunChaser | dinsdag 1 augustus 2000 @ 12:00 |
Zij verstaat de kunst van bij mij horen in haar lichaam heeft ze plaatsgemaakt voor tweeFrans Halsema |
Isabeau | dinsdag 1 augustus 2000 @ 17:23 |
Doro - Fall for me again 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 |
WouterB | dinsdag 1 augustus 2000 @ 19:07 |
ULX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! je bent nu officieel gekozen als degene met (na mij natuurlijk) de beste smaak op fok! I love Laïs |
ChatGirl | woensdag 2 augustus 2000 @ 22:13 |
angels en one of gods better people van robbie williams zijn beide erg mooi, bij die laatste moest ik zelfs huilen |
Ulx | woensdag 2 augustus 2000 @ 22:22 |
quote: Op 01 augustus 2000 19:07 schreef WouterB het volgende: I love Laïs

ik ook 
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Public Enemy | donderdag 3 augustus 2000 @ 17:02 |
Ik heb Lais gezien op Pinkpop  |
Ulx | donderdag 3 augustus 2000 @ 17:37 |
en ik op het folkfestival in Tilburg in januari maar daar was Ambrozijn eigenlijk het hoogtepunt
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V. | woensdag 22 november 2000 @ 10:45 |
Ik vind de zin: 'De nacht hangt als een natte dweil aan een maan van ouwe kaas'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] |
Stranger | woensdag 22 november 2000 @ 23:48 |
heel goede songtext.. manic street preachers - 4st7lb "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. |
Juan Zueco | donderdag 23 november 2000 @ 00:21 |
Red Army & Blues - The Waterboys (A Pagan Place) 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... |
RoboBob | donderdag 23 november 2000 @ 00:40 |
Queen - Is This The World We Created 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.
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Smike | donderdag 23 november 2000 @ 14:48 |
Dit vind ik dus een hele goede tekst (en nummer). Kort maar krachtig!!! 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) |
Bug | donderdag 23 november 2000 @ 19:26 |
I Wanna Meet The Man van K's Choice. Een leuk liedje over andere liedjes en artiesten. (Dune, Madonna, UB40, Roxette e.d.) 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) |
Juan Zueco | vrijdag 24 november 2000 @ 01:21 |
Nautical Disaster - The Tragically Hip (Day For Night) “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.” |
Mark | vrijdag 24 november 2000 @ 15:29 |
KMFDM - DOGMA 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 |
Vork | vrijdag 24 november 2000 @ 15:51 |
deze is mooi ik heb alleen geen idee wat er nou p'cies allemaal staat  
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menjo | vrijdag 24 november 2000 @ 20:13 |
Sonic youth - In the kingdom #19 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. |
dwerg | zaterdag 25 november 2000 @ 12:57 |
Twee stukjes dan: 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. |
Zusje | zaterdag 25 november 2000 @ 13:19 |
quote: Op 24 november 2000 15:29 schreef Mark het volgende: KMFDM - DOGMA.........
Geen song tekst, maar een schreeuwtekst dus |
Mark | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 01:01 |
Hij wordt inderdaad niet gezongen maar vrij staccato opgedreund. Maar wat wat dacht je met een titel als "Dogma"? Overigens is hij gekopieerd van een site (ik ben te lui om alles over te typen), en daar gebruikte ze nu eenmaal deze grootte. Sorry!  |
webber | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 01:45 |
How Many Times How many years keep on slipping away And it seems that your life doesn't matter, you never had a chanceHow 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 |
Juan Zueco | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:11 |
The Trees - Rush (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..... |
Zusje | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:21 |
erg mooi Juan Rush lang geleden dat ik daar wat van gehoord heb, bestaan ze nog wel ? |
webber | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:23 |
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 ?
Sommige bands houden nooit op met bestaan  |
Juan Zueco | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:24 |
Gelukkig maar  |
Zusje | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:30 |
quote: Op 26 november 2000 02:23 schreef webber het volgende: Sommige bands houden nooit op met bestaan 
Daarentegen hadden sommige bands nooit moeten bestaan.[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Zusje op 26-11-2000 02:37] |
Zusje | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:32 |
The loss of a dream 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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webber | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:32 |
quote: Op 26 november 2000 02:30 schreef Zusje het volgende: Daarentegen hadden sommige band nooit moeten bestaan.
Lijkt me een prachtig nieuw topic waard  |
webber | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:41 |
SUNSHINE OF YOUR LOVE It's getting near dawn, When lights close their tired eyes. I'll soon be with you my love, To give you my dawn surprise. I'll be with you darling soon, I'll be with you when the stars start falling.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. |
Zusje | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:46 |
zucht* Mooi hoor Webber Word helemaal week van zulke teksten. Kan ook door de wijn komen natuurlijk Van wie is het ? |
webber | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:47 |
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 ?
Zal de wijn zijn, vermoed ik  Is van Eric Clapton. Heeft meer mooie dingen gemaakt, maar om nou alles hier neer te zetten wordt wat veel werk  |
Zusje | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 02:50 |
nee heb je gelijk in. Kunnen prachtige teksten zijn, maar zou liever de muziek horen. p.s. Is niet helemaal de wijn, heb maar een glas op |
AArt | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 03:19 |
hier een paar teksten van de heideroosjes, een kei vette punkband met super goede teksten en natuurlijk ook vette muziek. 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.
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cosmicgirl | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 10:59 |
deze van de chemical brothers; hey boy hey girl superstar dj's here we go strakke tekst  |
Vork | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 11:00 |
Jah bijna netzo intelligent als ide Vengaboys texten |
Public Enemy | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 12:14 |
Oke, mijn bijdrage : 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 |
Catkin | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 12:36 |
Om niet teveel op te noemen de twee beste nummers kwa tekst: 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... |
Catkin | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 12:36 |
*dubbelpost* [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Catkin op 26-11-2000 12:38] |
Beezz | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 12:40 |
Outlawz - Black Rain R. Kelly - I Wish (heeft toch een goeie tekst) Big L feat. 2pac - Deadly Combinationkan er op niet zoveel komen, vanavond beter... |
cosmicgirl | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 13:45 |
quote:
[b]Soundgarden - The Day i Tried to LiveWords 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? |
Vork | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 14:19 |
Radiohead - Permanent Daylight 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
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Noodles | zondag 26 november 2000 @ 14:20 |
The Offspring - Come Out Swinging 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 |
Juan Zueco | maandag 27 november 2000 @ 01:54 |
38 Years Old - The Tragically Hip 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
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PM | woensdag 29 november 2000 @ 21:20 |
Restless 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 |
punchdrunk | woensdag 29 november 2000 @ 22:11 |
Radiohead - the bends: "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?
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Vork | donderdag 21 december 2000 @ 00:50 |
Radiohead - How To Dissapear Completely (and Never Be Found) 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.... |
Vork | donderdag 21 december 2000 @ 00:54 |
Eels - Not Ready Yet 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) |
Garfield- | dinsdag 23 oktober 2001 @ 05:15 |
quote: Op zondag 26 november 2000 13:45 schreef cosmicgirl het volgendeSoundgarden - 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?
Superunknown...  [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Garfield- op 23-10-2001 05:48] |
-Wepeel2- | dinsdag 23 oktober 2001 @ 11:30 |
jeeh, weer een songteksten topic. Als het goede songteksten moeten zijn post ik wel vaak dezelfde, maar goed  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 |
Johnny Blaze | dinsdag 23 oktober 2001 @ 11:59 |
Dit vind ik persoonlijk een erg goede tekst: 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 |
MadScientist | dinsdag 23 oktober 2001 @ 13:06 |
quote: Op donderdag 21 december 2000 00:54 schreef Vork het volgende: Eels - Not Ready YetEels - Mental
Creeps! Dat vind ik zeker de twee beste songs van Beautiful Freak 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 |
PaRoDiUzZ | donderdag 15 november 2001 @ 21:58 |
Ken Nordine -- The ageging young rebel An ageing young rebel called whats his name wanted to be different while he stayed the same and he couldnt he just couldnt no matter what he would try told by his mother an ageing old thing you better go see clever you give clever a ring wich he did...called him up just so mommy wouldn't cryclever 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
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spookje | vrijdag 16 november 2001 @ 11:16 |
BB-king en Louis Jordan hebben goede teksten. HIer is er 1tje van BB king.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 |
Jassie | vrijdag 23 november 2001 @ 19:06 |
Hier zijn een paar teksten die ik leuk en een beetje raar vind 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

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Beatrice | vrijdag 23 november 2001 @ 19:17 |
quote: Op dinsdag 23 oktober 2001 11:30 schreef -Wepeel2- het volgende: De Kraaien - André Manuel(voormalig Fratsen)
Dat vind ik ook zijn allermooiste nummer en ik heb er al zo vaak naar gezocht...ik heb het alleen af en toe live gehoord maar zou het zo graag op CD willen hebben!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? |
Noodles | vrijdag 23 november 2001 @ 20:33 |
Van een van de beste punk albums aller tijden imho: Against the Grain. 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 |
-Wepeel2- | zaterdag 24 november 2001 @ 01:34 |
quote: 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?
Het staat op de volgende cd's André Manuel (solo cd)- Krang Krang - How Krang - Brussel (live cd dus een live versie)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. |
Trancentral | zaterdag 24 november 2001 @ 10:19 |
Dune : 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 |
Zanderrr | dinsdag 27 november 2001 @ 15:25 |
Onze God is De Beste Onze God is Kampioen Dus zijn Christenen in 't westen relatief in goeden doen Zie die andere religies Wat een puinhoop heerst er daar Babies vol met vieze vliegies (brrrr!) Hele volk'ren de sigaar Moeten ze maar niet zo maf zijn om te zweren bij een god waardoor ze arm en slechter af zijn ontevreden met hun lot Mohammed doet in leprozen Kijk maar bij de evenaar Hindoes wonen zelfs in dozen Boeddha maakt je bedelaar Brahma is 1 van de booste Shiva is een grote klier Al die goden uit het Oosten Nee, die moeten wij niet hier Ja, wij zijn hier in het westen nog het best in goeden doen Onze Heer blijft toch De Beste Hij is Wereldkampioen!
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Tokus | dinsdag 27 november 2001 @ 15:37 |
American Jesus van Bad Religion is ook zo'n super text. al zullen sommigen het verkeerd opvatteni 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 |
RaisinGirl | dinsdag 27 november 2001 @ 18:20 |
The Fall of the World's Own Optimist 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) 
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SunChaser | maandag 7 januari 2002 @ 23:23 |
Ik vind de teksten van Frank Boeijen erg mooi. Zeker in combinatie met de muziek. Ik hoor het liever dan Acda en de Munnik. |
Ulx | woensdag 16 januari 2002 @ 16:32 |
Het - Spat niet met pap '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... |
Mutt | woensdag 16 januari 2002 @ 20:21 |
Ook nog zo' leuke : 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 |
janique | woensdag 16 januari 2002 @ 20:45 |
I guess I don't have to like you to still be me. Billie Myers [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door janique op 16-01-2002 21:39] |
Oscar. | donderdag 17 januari 2002 @ 16:10 |
Bad Religion - I Want To Conquer The World Lyrics 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] |
SmashBro | vrijdag 14 maart 2003 @ 12:07 |
Robyn - Don't stop the music 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 |
Loutje | vrijdag 14 maart 2003 @ 12:20 |
Kelly Rowland - Stole vind ik een erg goede tekstHe 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 |
Riert | vrijdag 14 maart 2003 @ 12:35 |
quote: 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!
Woeha! Erg goed  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! 
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Litpho | vrijdag 14 maart 2003 @ 12:49 |
Ani diFranco - Untouchable Face 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... |
Riert | vrijdag 14 maart 2003 @ 13:00 |
Ook leuk; De Raggende Mannen Ik vind je leuk. ik vind je aardig, maar je stinkt uit je bek als een beer uit zn reet |
char | maandag 12 mei 2003 @ 22:17 |
Sinead O'Connor ~ Troy 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 |
cleany | dinsdag 13 mei 2003 @ 09:06 |
NOFX-The Decline 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 |
xman | woensdag 14 mei 2003 @ 02:39 |
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 |
SmashBro | vrijdag 23 mei 2003 @ 14:12 |
Deze is leuk: 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 |
theofiel172 | vrijdag 23 mei 2003 @ 14:20 |
Def P & De Beatbusters - Wrijving...leuke woordspeling  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.  |
cREATiVe8500 | vrijdag 23 mei 2003 @ 14:39 |
Dattie nog niet voorbij is gekomen  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. |
hellkitty | woensdag 30 juli 2003 @ 12:13 |
quote: 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
*APPLAUS,APPLAUS*  |
hellkitty | woensdag 30 juli 2003 @ 12:16 |
Laat ik maar weer een keer aan mijn verslaving toegeven....8)7 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! |
Riert | woensdag 30 juli 2003 @ 12:28 |
Deze kwam gister toevallig langs op een versamelbandje. Blijft toch ook een geniale tekstHerman 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. |
kroegtijger | woensdag 30 juli 2003 @ 13:29 |
Sublime - Same in the end Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky They give it up and they give it up and they give it up But they never ask why Daddy was a rollin' rollin' stone He rolled away one day and he never came homeIt 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] |
pro_jeex | woensdag 30 juli 2003 @ 18:40 |
Serve the Servants van Nirvana vind ik goede teksten hebben. Ain't it Fun van The Dead Boys You could be Mine - Guns N Roses |
SmashBro | vrijdag 1 augustus 2003 @ 00:52 |
Patrick Nuo - Five days 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. |
hellkitty | zaterdag 20 september 2003 @ 22:00 |
Hier in het hoge gras Kan niemand ons zien Niemand vraagt zich af waar we zijn Ik heb me naast je neergelegd We horen wel auto's Maar ze zijn ver weg We hebben alle tijdMisschien 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 |
Auticia | maandag 22 september 2003 @ 21:09 |
Bright Eyes "Nothing Gets Crossed Out" 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. |
Auticia | maandag 22 september 2003 @ 21:21 |
Bright Eyes "The Calendar Hung Itself" 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. |
DaBeunhaasz | maandag 22 september 2003 @ 21:26 |
-edit: serieuze reacties.- [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Seborik op 22-09-2003 23:28] |
Riert | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 11:35 |
Dit blijf ik ook een geweldige tekst vinden......en een schitterend nummer. 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 |
This_World_Is_Lost | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:14 |
IRON MAIDEN 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. |
Riert | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:16 |
quote: Op dinsdag 23 september 2003 13:14 schreef This_World_Is_Lost het volgende: IRON MAIDEN The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Dit is toch een klassiek gedicht? |
This_World_Is_Lost | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:30 |
Yep, van Samuel Taylor Coleridge.  Geweldig hoe ze die beroemde quote's in het nummer hebben verwerkt |
Riert | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:32 |
ken het orginele gedicht niet  dacht dat ze gewoon muziek onder het gedicht hadden gezet |
smegmakrijger_3d | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:32 |
The Mars Volta - Take the veil, Cerpin Taxt 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 |
This_World_Is_Lost | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:34 |
quote: 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
hahahaha  Dat zou wat worden, het gedicht is 7 delen lang met enorme hoeveelheid tekst  |
Riert | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:35 |
quote: 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 
Live versie is toch ook iets van 20 minuten  |
#ANONIEM | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:38 |
Jeff Buckley: Last goodbye 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 |
Riert | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:38 |
quote: 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
MAar even als antwoord hierop. Dit schijnt ook (of eigenlijk wel) een beroemd gedicht te zijnSolefald - 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! |
This_World_Is_Lost | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:38 |
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)  |
Riert | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:40 |
quote: 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) 
Mee eens. Kippevelplaatgeen idee over welke live ik het heb, staat ergens op een bandje. Heb hem niet op LP...of CD |
This_World_Is_Lost | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:41 |
quote: 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
Ik heb hem hier alleen maar op Live After Death staan. Ik zou niet weten waar hij anders nog Live gespeeld is |
Riert | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:42 |
op een van de 637.846.920 bootlegs denk ik  |
This_World_Is_Lost | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:45 |
Ze mogen van mij part weer zo'n lekker lang nummer maken trouwens  |
Morpheus2002 | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:49 |
Osdorp Posse - Wat Zou Je Doen? 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? |
Steve-O | dinsdag 23 september 2003 @ 13:54 |
Dead Prez - Mind sex  [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 |
ElCriz | woensdag 24 september 2003 @ 21:28 |
Coldplay - Don't Panic 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 
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Patron | donderdag 13 november 2003 @ 12:00 |
Verve Pipe - The Freshmen "We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip"Oasis - Idlers Dream "I realise just what you are you're an idlers dream" Hier bestaan geen woorden voor of smilies natuurlijk.  |
moz | zondag 23 november 2003 @ 21:35 |
When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fucking special But I 'm a creep I 'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong hereI 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.
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Bento18 | maandag 24 november 2003 @ 14:15 |
Brainpower - De vierde kaart, vind ik wel een mooie tekst hebben: 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. |
Bombie | zondag 30 november 2003 @ 02:24 |
Frank Sinatra - "Soliloquy" (monoloog) 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! |
zoom | dinsdag 2 december 2003 @ 18:32 |
Deep waters flow, out to the sea They never needed you or me. One Summer Dream, One Summer DreamBlue 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 |
greatgonzo | dinsdag 2 december 2003 @ 18:50 |
Sometimes I feel Like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel Like my only friend Is the city I live in The city of angels Lonely as I am Together we cryI 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 |
Bombie | zondag 7 december 2003 @ 05:13 |
There's a song playing on the radio Sky high in the airwaves on the morning show And there's a lifeline slipping as the record plays And as I open the blinds in my mind I'm believing... That you could stayAnd 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" |