MUZ Muziek
Het forum voor 's werelds enige universele hobby! Snaren of toetsen, vinyl of cd, eendagsvlieg of rasartiest, op de radio of op een festival! Hier kun je al je ongebreideld enthousiasme, maar ook je weldoordachte kritische noten kwijt over muziek
Soms heb je gewoon van die stukjes waar je dan kippenvel van krijgt..
plaats die stukjes hier en plaats er ook bij welk nummer het is.
Ik zal beginnen:
And it hurt sore, fast forward, sleepin' pills'll make me feel alright.
And if I'm still awake in the middle of the night,
I just take a couple more, yeah you're motherfuckin' right,
I ain't slowin' down for no one, I am almost homeward bound.
Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on, dole em out,
Daddy, don't you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground.
Fuck, don't I know the sound of that voice,
Yeah baby hold me down.
Eminem - going trough changes
plaats die stukjes hier en plaats er ook bij welk nummer het is.
Ik zal beginnen:
And it hurt sore, fast forward, sleepin' pills'll make me feel alright.
And if I'm still awake in the middle of the night,
I just take a couple more, yeah you're motherfuckin' right,
I ain't slowin' down for no one, I am almost homeward bound.
Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on, dole em out,
Daddy, don't you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground.
Fuck, don't I know the sound of that voice,
Yeah baby hold me down.
Eminem - going trough changes
Het leven is kut, want ik zit in de put.quote:Op vrijdag 30 september 2011 23:58 schreef Dhaha het volgende:
Toch echt wel van de lijnen van MC Martin
Wat moet ik nou doen? Wat ben jij een motherfucking oen.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Doei!
Ik wist gewoon dat het met een tekst van Eminem zou beginnen 
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
Eminem - Sing for the moment
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
Eminem - Sing for the moment
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
-
Rien n'est jamais acquis, à l'homme ni sa force
Ni faiblesse, ni son coeur, et quand il croit
Ouvrir ses bras, son ombre, est celle d'une croix
Et quand il veut serrer son bonheur, il le broie
Sa vie est un étrange et douloureux divorce
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Sa vie, elle ressemble, à ces soldats sans armes
Qu'on avait habillés pour un autre destin
A quoi peut leur servir, de se lever matin
Eux, qu'on retrouve au soir, désarmés, incertains
Dites ces mots "ma vie", et retenez vos larmes
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Mon bel amour, mon cher amour, ma déchirure
Je te porte dans moi, comme un oiseau blessé
Et ceux-là, sans savoir, nous regardent passer
Répétant après moi, ces mots que j'ai tressés
Et qui pour tes grands yeux, tout aussitôt moururent
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Le temps d'apprendre à vivre, il est déjà trop tard
Que pleurent dans la nuit, nos coeurs à l'unisson
Ce qu'il faut de regrets, pour payer un frisson
Ce qu'il faut de malheurs, pour la moindre chanson
Ce qu'il faut de sanglots, pour un air de guitare
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux.
Ni faiblesse, ni son coeur, et quand il croit
Ouvrir ses bras, son ombre, est celle d'une croix
Et quand il veut serrer son bonheur, il le broie
Sa vie est un étrange et douloureux divorce
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Sa vie, elle ressemble, à ces soldats sans armes
Qu'on avait habillés pour un autre destin
A quoi peut leur servir, de se lever matin
Eux, qu'on retrouve au soir, désarmés, incertains
Dites ces mots "ma vie", et retenez vos larmes
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Mon bel amour, mon cher amour, ma déchirure
Je te porte dans moi, comme un oiseau blessé
Et ceux-là, sans savoir, nous regardent passer
Répétant après moi, ces mots que j'ai tressés
Et qui pour tes grands yeux, tout aussitôt moururent
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Le temps d'apprendre à vivre, il est déjà trop tard
Que pleurent dans la nuit, nos coeurs à l'unisson
Ce qu'il faut de regrets, pour payer un frisson
Ce qu'il faut de malheurs, pour la moindre chanson
Ce qu'il faut de sanglots, pour un air de guitare
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux.
Haha, U schakelt nog. Test een DAF !
Get lost on the boulevard at night Without your voice to tell me I love you, take a right
The ten and the two is the loneliest sight
(john mayer - in your atmosphere)
The ten and the two is the loneliest sight
(john mayer - in your atmosphere)
just give a second thought
what if we don't get caught...
what if we don't get caught...
Geen idee waarom eigenlijk , maar tis vooral bij het what you say stukje.
SPOILEROm spoilers te kunnen lezen moet je zijn ingelogd. Je moet je daarvoor eerst gratis Registreren. Ook kun je spoilers niet lezen als je een ban hebt.Op zondag 30 mei 2010 22:58 schreef PiRANiA het volgende over -K03N-:
WHAHAHA BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS :D
Op zondag 19 september 2010 01:16 schreef JanPiraat het volgende over -K03N-:
ij bent zojuist Diehard NB geworden met deze shit _O_ _O_
Tori Amos - A 1000 oceans
These tears I've cried
I've cried 1000 oceans
And if it seems
I'm floating in the darkness
Well, I can't believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
And I would cry 1000 more
If that's what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home
I'm aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow you
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you
And if I find you
Will you still remeber
Playing at trains
Or does this litte blue ball
Just fade away
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you
I'm aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow yo
These tears I've cried
I've cried 1000 oceans
And if it seems
I'm floating in the darkness
Well, I can't believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
And I would cry 1000 more
If that's what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home
I'm aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow you
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you
And if I find you
Will you still remeber
Playing at trains
Or does this litte blue ball
Just fade away
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you
I'm aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow yo
I'm in the basement, you're in the sky
I'm in the basement baby, drop on by
~ this world is only gonna break your heart ~
I'm in the basement baby, drop on by
~ this world is only gonna break your heart ~
brok in mijn keelquote:I fucked one in the basement
I fucked one in the hall
Fucked one at a toilet seat
in a bathroom stall
Fucked one in an alley
Up against the wall
I fucked em all
I fucked one in Exotica
And then I got the blues
Then I fucked a college girl
Didn't have a clue
Fucked one turning sideways
Like a China doll
Don't try to wake me in the morning, cause i will be gone
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
en het laatste stukje en deze scene
(v.a. 3 min , raad je aan het geheel te kijken)
(v.a. 3 min , raad je aan het geheel te kijken)
![Ballad of Fallen Angels [Spike vs Vicious]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/ueYU2O3lmYI/default.jpg)
Op zondag 30 mei 2010 22:58 schreef PiRANiA het volgende over -K03N-:
WHAHAHA BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS :D
Op zondag 19 september 2010 01:16 schreef JanPiraat het volgende over -K03N-:
ij bent zojuist Diehard NB geworden met deze shit _O_ _O_
WHAHAHA BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS :D
Op zondag 19 september 2010 01:16 schreef JanPiraat het volgende over -K03N-:
ij bent zojuist Diehard NB geworden met deze shit _O_ _O_
En toen opeens was Josje dood
Hij had gewoon geen zin om door te leven
Hij heeft zichzelf als 't ware opgeheven
Hij heeft aan mij z'n laatste brief geschreven
Hij hield zich niet nog langer groot
Ik gaf hem de genadestoot
Soms denk je dat je iemand kent
Nou ja, ik kende Jos zo'n maand of zeven
Hoewel we eerst nogal op afstand bleven
Zag ik de echte Jos soms toch wel even
Als door een scheur in 't cement
Dan kroop 'ie langzaam uit z'n tent
Wanneer we 's zomers de rivier afdreven
Kwam er een glimlach om z'n lippen zweven
Was 'ie wat minder bang zich bloot te geven
Dan was 'ie in z'n element
We raakten aan elkaar gewend
Hij zei niet veel in 't begin
Ik wist niet of ik 'm ooit zou bereiken
Als ik iets vroeg begon 'ie weg te kijken
Hij zei alleen soms "hou nou op met zeiken"
Z'n handen nors onder z'n kin
Verroerde uren lang geen vin
Hij wou zo graag een harde bolster lijken
Maar op den duur begon 't schild te wijken
Liet 'ie wat meer van z'n gevoelens blijken
En ging 'ie op m'n vragen in
Kwam 'ie tevoorschijn, zin voor zin
Hij had van alles opgekropt
Er was niks waar je Jos om zou benijden
Z'n ouders waren van elkaar gescheiden
En om de maand moest 'ie bij een van beiden
Waar 'ie met snoep werd volgepropt
En hij vertelde me beknopt
Hoe hij als kind z'n vader wakker gilde
Omdat 'ie liever naar z'n moeder wilde
En hoe z'n vader 'm z'n bed uittilde
En in de kelder had gestopt
Te vroeg en veel te vaak geschopt
Hij zei "misschien is het verkeerd
Maar ik denk steeds 'was ik maar niet geboren'
De mensen hebben hun gevoel verloren
Haast niemand wil zich aan een ander storen
Dat heb ik nou toch wel geleerd
Zelfs als je werkelijk crepeert
Zal men proberen om je stem te smoren
Maar ieder mens wil toch bij iemand horen
Dat lot is mij dan zeker niet beschoren
Ik word haast overal geweerd"
En ik heb Jos opnieuw bezeerd
Had ik 'm achteraf beschouwd
Toen hij dat zei maar naar me toe getrokken
En hem gezegd "we zullen samen knokken"
Maar ik zei niks, was van mezelf geschrokken
Een onvergeeflijke fout
Maar God, ik voelde me zo oud
Hij schreef "ook jij liet me weer los
Door niks te zeggen heb je toch gelogen
Want wat je wilde zag ik in je ogen
Ook jij, gevangen in je onvermogen
Jij bent nog meer dan ik de klos
Je bent misschien een ouwe vos
Jij kan misschien op meer ervaring bogen
Jij kunt ertegen als je wordt bedrogen
Maar ik heb alles nog eens overwogen
Ik wil niet meer, 't beste, Jos"...
Hij had gewoon geen zin om door te leven
Hij heeft zichzelf als 't ware opgeheven
Hij heeft aan mij z'n laatste brief geschreven
Hij hield zich niet nog langer groot
Ik gaf hem de genadestoot
Soms denk je dat je iemand kent
Nou ja, ik kende Jos zo'n maand of zeven
Hoewel we eerst nogal op afstand bleven
Zag ik de echte Jos soms toch wel even
Als door een scheur in 't cement
Dan kroop 'ie langzaam uit z'n tent
Wanneer we 's zomers de rivier afdreven
Kwam er een glimlach om z'n lippen zweven
Was 'ie wat minder bang zich bloot te geven
Dan was 'ie in z'n element
We raakten aan elkaar gewend
Hij zei niet veel in 't begin
Ik wist niet of ik 'm ooit zou bereiken
Als ik iets vroeg begon 'ie weg te kijken
Hij zei alleen soms "hou nou op met zeiken"
Z'n handen nors onder z'n kin
Verroerde uren lang geen vin
Hij wou zo graag een harde bolster lijken
Maar op den duur begon 't schild te wijken
Liet 'ie wat meer van z'n gevoelens blijken
En ging 'ie op m'n vragen in
Kwam 'ie tevoorschijn, zin voor zin
Hij had van alles opgekropt
Er was niks waar je Jos om zou benijden
Z'n ouders waren van elkaar gescheiden
En om de maand moest 'ie bij een van beiden
Waar 'ie met snoep werd volgepropt
En hij vertelde me beknopt
Hoe hij als kind z'n vader wakker gilde
Omdat 'ie liever naar z'n moeder wilde
En hoe z'n vader 'm z'n bed uittilde
En in de kelder had gestopt
Te vroeg en veel te vaak geschopt
Hij zei "misschien is het verkeerd
Maar ik denk steeds 'was ik maar niet geboren'
De mensen hebben hun gevoel verloren
Haast niemand wil zich aan een ander storen
Dat heb ik nou toch wel geleerd
Zelfs als je werkelijk crepeert
Zal men proberen om je stem te smoren
Maar ieder mens wil toch bij iemand horen
Dat lot is mij dan zeker niet beschoren
Ik word haast overal geweerd"
En ik heb Jos opnieuw bezeerd
Had ik 'm achteraf beschouwd
Toen hij dat zei maar naar me toe getrokken
En hem gezegd "we zullen samen knokken"
Maar ik zei niks, was van mezelf geschrokken
Een onvergeeflijke fout
Maar God, ik voelde me zo oud
Hij schreef "ook jij liet me weer los
Door niks te zeggen heb je toch gelogen
Want wat je wilde zag ik in je ogen
Ook jij, gevangen in je onvermogen
Jij bent nog meer dan ik de klos
Je bent misschien een ouwe vos
Jij kan misschien op meer ervaring bogen
Jij kunt ertegen als je wordt bedrogen
Maar ik heb alles nog eens overwogen
Ik wil niet meer, 't beste, Jos"...
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
This isn't even my final form.
Purple pavement
Crookfingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights and one night cheap hotels
Oh, my only drifting to always come back
And I search for something
Oh, whatever I don't really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open card with open mouths
Golden teeth and golden cars
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say,
God has left me anyway
Love I laid in payment
Stars with stains and heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes of echoes buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we share their temple of our arms
Now our heads are hung up on walls
We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it al
To be both the animal and god
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say,
God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say,
God has left us anyway
The Brothel
Crookfingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights and one night cheap hotels
Oh, my only drifting to always come back
And I search for something
Oh, whatever I don't really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open card with open mouths
Golden teeth and golden cars
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say,
God has left me anyway
Love I laid in payment
Stars with stains and heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes of echoes buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we share their temple of our arms
Now our heads are hung up on walls
We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it al
To be both the animal and god
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say,
God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say,
God has left us anyway
The Brothel
Till Lindemann.. <3
quote:Op zaterdag 1 oktober 2011 01:07 schreef scrubnub het volgende:
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
"For the man sound of body and serene of mind, there is no such thing as bad weather; Every day has its beauty. And storms which whip the blood, do make it pulse more vigorously."
quote:
Geen idee waarom eigenlijk , maar tis vooral bij het what you say stukje.mooi nummer en idem tekst iddSPOILEROm spoilers te kunnen lezen moet je zijn ingelogd. Je moet je daarvoor eerst gratis Registreren. Ook kun je spoilers niet lezen als je een ban hebt.just give a second thought
what if we don't get caught...
I'm tired of these girlie magazines
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
Uh huh, we've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
Huey Lewis And The News - Whole Lotta Lovin'
De echte clip kan ik zo niet op youtube vinden. De ouderwetsche LP doet vermoeden dat die niet echt ergens online te vinden zal zijn.
[ Bericht 53% gewijzigd door fruityloop op 01-10-2011 11:44:21 ]
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
Uh huh, we've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
Huey Lewis And The News - Whole Lotta Lovin'
De echte clip kan ik zo niet op youtube vinden. De ouderwetsche LP doet vermoeden dat die niet echt ergens online te vinden zal zijn.
[ Bericht 53% gewijzigd door fruityloop op 01-10-2011 11:44:21 ]
Op woensdag 9 juni 2010 @ 09:07 schreef lezzer: Verder legt fruityloop uitstekend uit hoe het in het echte leven gaat.
We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've know each other for so long
Your heart's been aching
But you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Repeat Chorus
Give you up, give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give,
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give,
Never gonna give, give you up
Last four lines repeated
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Chorus times three
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've know each other for so long
Your heart's been aching
But you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Repeat Chorus
Give you up, give you up
Give you up, give you up
Never gonna give,
Never gonna give, give you up
Never gonna give,
Never gonna give, give you up
Last four lines repeated
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Chorus times three
Noodles
زيديني عشقا زيدينيquote:
Rien n'est jamais acquis, à l'homme ni sa force
Ni faiblesse, ni son coeur, et quand il croit
Ouvrir ses bras, son ombre, est celle d'une croix
Et quand il veut serrer son bonheur, il le broie
Sa vie est un étrange et douloureux divorce
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Sa vie, elle ressemble, à ces soldats sans armes
Qu'on avait habillés pour un autre destin
A quoi peut leur servir, de se lever matin
Eux, qu'on retrouve au soir, désarmés, incertains
Dites ces mots "ma vie", et retenez vos larmes
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Mon bel amour, mon cher amour, ma déchirure
Je te porte dans moi, comme un oiseau blessé
Et ceux-là, sans savoir, nous regardent passer
Répétant après moi, ces mots que j'ai tressés
Et qui pour tes grands yeux, tout aussitôt moururent
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
Le temps d'apprendre à vivre, il est déjà trop tard
Que pleurent dans la nuit, nos coeurs à l'unisson
Ce qu'il faut de regrets, pour payer un frisson
Ce qu'il faut de malheurs, pour la moindre chanson
Ce qu'il faut de sanglots, pour un air de guitare
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux.
يااحلى نوبات جنوني زيديني
عصفورة قلبي نيساني
يارمل البحر وروح الروح
وياغابات الزيتون
ياطعم الثلج وطعم النار
ونكهة شكي ويقيني
اشعر بالخوف من المجهول فآويني
اشعر بالخوف من الظلماء فضميني
اشعر بالبرد فغطيني وغني قربي غنيلي
فأنا من بدأ التكوين ابحث عن وطن لجبيني
عن حب امرأه يأخذني لحدود الشمس ويرميني
زيديني عشقا زيديني يااحلى نوبات جنوني زيديني
Terrorism is the poor mans war, war is the rich mans terrorism.
Lekkere handig dat er geen video's van de nummers bijgeplaatst worden.
Hey hallo wat een enorm kuttopic.
Billy Jacobs wil een stoere gangster worden dus begint met dealen maar hij wil hogerop dus wil hij bij een bede maar dan moet hij bewijzen dat hij echt is dus moet hij een vrouw verkrachten dus dat gaan ze doen en dan aan 't eind zeggen ze dat hij haar moet doorschieten.
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
Just remember, you can't climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets. ~Arnold Swarzenegger
De Lyrics!quote:"Jeremy" is based on two different true stories. The song takes its main inspiration from a newspaper article about a 15-year-old boy named Jeremy Wade Delle, born February 10, 1975, from Richardson, Texas who shot himself in front of his English classmates at Richardson High School on Monday morning of January 8, 1991 at about 9:45 am. In a 2009 interview, Vedder said that he felt "the need to take that small article and make something of it—to give that action, to give it reaction, to give it more importance."[5]
Delle was described by schoolmates as "real quiet" and known for "acting sad."[6] After coming in to class late that morning, Delle was told to get an admittance slip from the school office. He left the classroom, and returned with a .357 Magnum revolver. Delle walked to the front of the classroom, announced "Miss, I got what I really went for", put the barrel of the firearm in his mouth, and pulled the trigger before his teacher or classmates could react.[6] A girl named Lisa Moore knew Jeremy from the in-school suspension program: "He and I would pass notes back and forth and he would talk about life and stuff," she said. "He signed all of his notes, 'Write back.' But on Monday he wrote, 'Later days.' I didn't know what to make of it. But I never thought this would happen."[6]
When asked about the song, Vedder explained:
It came from a small paragraph in a paper which means you kill yourself and you make a big old sacrifice and try to get your revenge. That all you're gonna end up with is a paragraph in a newspaper. Sixty-three degrees and cloudy in a suburban neighborhood. That's the beginning of the video and that's the same thing is that in the end, it does nothing … nothing changes. The world goes on and you're gone. The best revenge is to live on and prove yourself. Be stronger than those people. And then you can come back.[7]
The other story that the song is based on involved a student that Vedder knew from his junior high school in San Diego, California. He elaborated further in a 1991 interview:
I actually knew somebody in junior high school, in San Diego, California, that did the same thing, just about, didn't take his life but ended up shooting up an oceanography room. I remember being in the halls and hearing it and I had actually had altercations with this kid in the past. I was kind of a rebellious fifth-grader and I think we got in fights and stuff. So it's a bit about this kid named Jeremy and it's also a bit about a kid named Brian that I knew and I don't know...the song, I think it says a lot. I think it goes somewhere...and a lot of people interpret it different ways and it's just been recently that I've been talking about the true meaning behind it and I hope no one's offended and believe me, I think of Jeremy when I sing it.[8]
At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
Dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember
Pickin' on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recessed lady's breast
How could i forget
He hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurtin
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Like the day i heard
Daddy didn't give affection
And the boy was something mommy wouldn't wear
King jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Try to forget this...
Try to erase this...
From the blackboard.
Just remember, you can't climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets. ~Arnold Swarzenegger
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day <br />
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. <br />
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town <br />
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. <br />
<br />
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. <br />
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. <br />
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. <br />
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. <br />
<br />
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking <br />
Racing around to come up behind you again. <br />
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, <br />
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. <br />
<br />
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. <br />
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines <br />
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way <br />
The time is gone, the song is over, <br />
Thought I'd something more to say.
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. <br />
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town <br />
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. <br />
<br />
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. <br />
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. <br />
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. <br />
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. <br />
<br />
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking <br />
Racing around to come up behind you again. <br />
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, <br />
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. <br />
<br />
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. <br />
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines <br />
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way <br />
The time is gone, the song is over, <br />
Thought I'd something more to say.
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold
I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good.
I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good.
Vooruit, omdat jij het bent:quote:Op zaterdag 1 oktober 2011 10:50 schreef Gemaskerde het volgende:
Lekkere handig dat er geen video's van de nummers bijgeplaatst worden.
Haha, U schakelt nog. Test een DAF !
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