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Johnny Mandel - Suicide is painless

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Doffy op 23-07-2003 16:10]

Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone
No one but me can save myself, but it to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

Veel plezier....

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:03 schreef Tony_Montana67 het volgende:
Ozzy Osbourne - Suicide Solution

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:03 schreef Tony_Montana67 het volgende:
Ozzy Osbourne - Suicide Solution

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Arme Ozzy. Godzijdank kwam hij met de schrik vrij.

Niemand in de stad - De Dijk (fragment)

En Paultje Overdose
Dat is nou zeven jaren terug
Het was een nacht als deze
Het was rustig op de brug
Ik begrijp nu wel
Waarom ie het toen deed

Gaat dus over een meisje/vrouw die zelfmoord heeft gepleegd.

Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it's such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again.

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Suicide is Painless

(Theme from M*A*S*H*)

Through early morning fog I see,
Visions of the things to be,
The pains that are withheld for me,
I realize and I can see...

[REFRAIN]:

That suicide is painless.

It brings on many changes.

And I can take or leave it if I please.

I try to find a way to make,
All our little joys relate,
Without that ever-present hate,
But now I know that it's too late, and...

[REFRAIN]

The game of life is hard to play,
I'm gonna lose it anyway.
The losing card I'll someday lay,
So this is all I have to say.

[REFRAIN]

The only way to win is cheat,
And lay it down before I'm beat,
And to another give my seat,
For that's the only painless feat.

[REFRAIN]

The sword of time will pierce our skins.
It doesn't hurt when it begins.
But as it works its way on in,
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...

[REFRAIN]

A brave man once requested me,
to answer questions that are key.
Is it to be or not to be?
And I replied 'Oh why ask me?'

[REFRAIN]

'Cause suicide is painless.

It brings on many changes.

And I can take or leave it if I please.

...And you can do the same thing if you choose.

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:15 schreef Mirties het volgende:
Was je van plan zelf een poging te doen? Een lekker stemmig muziekje erbij...

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:01 schreef pro_jeex het volgende:
Ik ben op zoek naar liedjes die over zelfmoord gaan, over de gedachte er aan of het doen etc je snapt het wel.

Graag artiest plus titel, geen mp3 links uiteraard.

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:17 schreef _Etter_ het volgende:
Suicidel tendensies heeft ook een paar nummers daarover (vind je het gek met zo'n naam....)

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toegevoegd:
Cradle of Filth - Suicide and other conforts

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door smesjz op 23-07-2003 16:28]

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:20 schreef Elusive het volgende:
<insert $random idols figuur>

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:21 schreef Litpho het volgende:

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Gaat die over zelfmoord, of drijven die alleen maar mensen tot zelfmoord door hun uitzonderlijke talent?

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Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding

This is my last resort

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
Suffocation no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die pleading
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mudilation out of sight
And I'm contimplating suicide

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late and I was empty within
Hungry, feeding on my chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
finding nothing but questions and devils

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying

I can't go on living this way

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding

Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mudilation out of sight
And I'm contimplating suicide

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying

I can't go on living this way

Can't go on living this way
Nothing's alright

Volgens mij helpt dit beter...

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:43 schreef GTD het volgende:
The End

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Suicide, a better way ==> van Choking Victim

Dat nummer eindigt ook met de positieve opdracht:

DO IT!!! Kill Yourself!!!

Jim Carroll Band - People Who Died

Teddy sniffing glue, he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East two-nine
Kathy was eleven when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine

CHORUS:
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends
They just died

G-Berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam, took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Two more friends that died

CHORUS

Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from his cell in the tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And, Eddie, I miss you more than all the others
(First time) And I salute you, brother
(Second time) This song is for you my brother

CHORUS

Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roof
Tony thought that his rage was just some goof
But Herbie sure gave Tony some, some bitchen proof
Herbie said, "Tony, can you fly?"
But Tony couldn't fly, Tony died

CHORUS

Brian got busted on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin' on some bikers
He said, "Hey, I know it's dangerous,
But it sure beats Riker's"
But the next day he got off'd
By the very same bikers

CHORUS

Repeat through "Eddie"

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:52 schreef Stay-Fun het volgende:
Ik mis de beste...

Suicide, a better way ==> van Choking Victim

Dat nummer eindigt ook met de positieve opdracht:

DO IT!!! Kill Yourself!!!

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( en al eerder genoemd : Queen - Don't try suicide )

Kromgebogen lopend, 't leven is een loden last
Drukt de schouders naar beneden in een veel te grote jas
Loopt 'ie veilig weggeborgen, zodat niemand hem nog ziet
Z'n grote holle ogen spreken hopeloos verdriet
Maak er dan een eind aan

Met je hoofd in het gasfornuis
Spijker jezelf aan een houten kruis
Ga voor een trein staan
Maak er dan een eind aan
Met een broodrooster in bad
Ik ben dat lijden van je zat
Er komt geen eind aan

Hier een mooi stuk touw
Kun je lekker uit gaan waaien
'k Wil je best wel helpen met het knopen
Zal er zijn om je uit te zwaaien

Dan zul je altijd vrolijk zijn
En is het over met het lijden
Voor de zekerheid zal ik
Met een wals over je dooie lichaam rijden
Maak er dan een eind aan

Met je hoofd in het gasfornuis
Spijker jezelf aan een houten kruis
Ga voor een trein staan
Maak er dan een eind aan
Met een broodrooster in bad
Ik ben dat lijden van je zat
Er komt geen eind aan

En als je dood bent
Mag ik dan je platen
Je fiets
En alle meisjes die je kent

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:52 schreef Stay-Fun het volgende:
Ik mis de beste...

Suicide, a better way ==> van Choking Victim

Dat nummer eindigt ook met de positieve opdracht:

DO IT!!! Kill Yourself!!!

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" nur fur die kick fur den ogenblick! Kom zuruck! "
Kan zijn dat hij al genoemd is maar weet dus niet de titel en zangeres.

Just make sure you do it right the first time
'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide Chump

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MTV Makes Me Want To Smoke Crack (version 01)
MTV makes me wanna smoke crack,
fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
MTV makes me wanna get high,
can't get a ride no matter how i try,
and everythings perfect and everythings bright,
and everyones perky and everyones uptight
i watch those videos, i watch em all day
and i plug em in my eyeballs HEEEEEEEY YAH
and the colors are nice, and the pictures are nice,
and the girls are nice, everythings so nice

MTV makes me wanna smoke crack,
fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
MTV makes me wanna get high,
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride

well i work at the video store making change
and i'm counting out the pennies
twistin in my brain
condos in the distance,
and smog in the air
no one in the streets, and no one anywhere
i drink when i drink and i eat from a can
and i'm standin by the microwave 'til i feel special
and i'm checkin out the furniture
i wanna buy a sofa
might buy a wheelchair and roll out of this town
and MTV made me wanna smoke crack
fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
MTV made me wanna get high,
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
MTV MADE ME WANNA BURN FLESH
have a little orgy down in the satellite dish

MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack (version 02)
rollin...
mtv makes me wanna smoke crack,
fall out of the window, and i'm never comin' back
mtv makes me wanna get high,
can't get a ride no matter how i try,
and everything's perfect, and everything's bright,
and everyones perky, and everyones uptight,
i love those videos i watch 'em all day............
(music stops)
(producer)...beck, what's the problem?
(beck)...uh.. i dunno just stop the tape...
(lounge style)
hey!
all right!
mtv..whoa! makes me wanna smoke crack,
fly out the window, and i'm never come back
mtv makes me wanna get hiiiiiighh! yes they do!
like a rubber balloon, aww get that squeegee,
everything's wonderful, everything's grand,
everything's swinging, all across the land, you know it!
bust out the biscuits, strike up the band,
play those videos, every woman and man.
cause...mtv, whoa! makes me wanna smoke crack,hey!
fly out the window, and i'm never comin back..ooh!
mtv, makes me wanna get high, as a kite,
gettin all uptight..take it!
aww yeah!
fake it till ya make it!
right about now!
steppin under a cold ass fashion,
aww yah we wack that thing,
i work down to that video store, makin some change,
with a sparkle in my step, and a smile on my face,
condominiums, risin above,
and those video's are better than love,
yeah! mtv, 1
mtv, check,
mtv makes me wanna smoke crack!
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Frank Zappa - Suicide Chump

You say there ain't no use in livin'
It's all a waste of time
'N you wanna throw your life away, well
People that's just fine
Go ahead on 'n get it over with then
Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
Just make sure you do it right the first time
'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide
Chump

You say there ain't no light a-shinin'
Through the bushes up ahead
'N we're all gonna be so sorry
When we find out you are dead
Go head on and get it over with then
Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
Just make sure you do it right the first
time
'Cause nothin's worse than a Suicide
Chump

Now maybe you're scared of jumpin'
'N poison makes you sick
'N you want a little attention
'N you need it pretty quick
Don't wanna mess your face up
Or we won't know if it's you
Aw there's just so much to worry about
Now what you gonna do?

Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then

You're on the bridge;
Scared to leap,
But a girl walks over
To take a peep...
She says: "DON'T DO IT!"
But wouldn't you know...
The girl got a head
Like a buffalo
With a little red hair
All over the top
An' her breath would make the
Traffic stop
She says "I LOVE YOU...
BUT FIRST, LET'S EAT!"
And all you can say as you run down the
street
is...

En dan gaat het over in het volgende nummer

Type O Negative - A Death in the Family

En een groot deel van hun 1e cd: Moord en Zelfmoord.

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Op donderdag 24 juli 2003 13:35 schreef Spijker83 het volgende:
Dat duitse nummer met deel van de tekst:

" nur fur die kick fur den ogenblick! Kom zuruck! "
Kan zijn dat hij al genoemd is maar weet dus niet de titel en zangeres.

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Gaat over iemand die ze zijn kwijtgeraakt aan overmatig drugsgebruik, maar zou ik niet als een beredeneerde zelfmoord rekenen.

Dat er geen Kinkers zijn die die even noemen...

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Op donderdag 24 juli 2003 15:31 schreef Frozen het volgende:

Type O Negative - A Death in the Family

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volgens mij wel...

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Bobby Gaylor - Suicide

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Prachtig deprimerend nummer

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Op dinsdag 29 juli 2003 11:27 schreef Chillz het volgende:
Queen - Bohemian Rapsody

volgens mij wel...

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Kurt Kobain R.I.P.

Het "Dear Jack, I hate you, Love Diane" in dit liedje is van een echt zelfmoordbriefje:

You were gonna let me go
No guts to tell me yourself
Go ahead and rub my nose in it
You can't fire me because I quit
You make me feel invisible
Well, surely you see me now
stretched out on the floor of your house
foaming at the mouth with a needle in my arm
next to a smoking gun and an empty razor case
and a note that says

"Dear Jack, I hate you
Love, Diane."

The neighborhood is gonna watch me
as I create the great finale:
a perfect swan dive out the window
crash the car off the road
You're not gonna miss me
but you're gonna remember my body
crumpled in a heap
in the middle of the street
Clean up your mess

Finally you're carrying me over the threshold
Try to revive me with a cold compress
but it's too late
I guess you're best just isn't good enough
when every warm embrace
it was a selfish act
and every smiling face
it was a trap
You shit
You stabbed me in the back

"Dear Jack, I hate you
Love, Diane."

Clean up my mess

Are You Afraid

Are you afraid, afraid to die
Don't be afraid, afraid to try
Are you afraid to die
Don't be afraid of suicide

Just take that razor blade
And cut your wrist down to the bone
And die laughing

Are you afriad, afraid to die
Don't be afraid, afraid to try
Suicide

Suicide

ik lees dit topic, en er is een of ander disco nr op 3FM waar de hele tijd suicide wordt gezongen. Kweet de titel niet enz en misschien hoor ik spoken, maar toch...

Hans Dorrestijn - Zelfmoord kan helpen

Door een mist die haast geen licht doorlaat
Zie ik wat mij te wachten staat
Een pijn die door het merg heen gaat
En ik besef nu inderdaad
Dat zelfmoord kan helpen
Om deze pijn te stelpen
Je kan het wel of niet doen elke dag

Ik zoek naar een herinnering
Die het wint van mijn verbittering
Maar niets van vroeger brengt nog baat
Voor mijmerij is het te laat
Maar zelfmoord kan helpen
Om deze pijn te stelpen
Je kan het wel of niet doen elke dag

Het geeft een mens een zware schok
Te merken ik sta voor het blok
Het heeft geen zin meer dat ik knok
Mij rest slechts om te zien in wrok
Maar zelfmoord kan helpen
Om deze pijn te stelpen
Je kan het wel of niet doen elke dag

Ik heb verloren, ben kapot
Wie gelooft er nou nog dat het lot
Een wending maakt en mij tot slot
Laat triomferen als een god
Maar zelfmoord kan helpen
Om deze pijn te stelpen
Je kan het wel of niet doen elke dag
Het is je eigen leven dus het mag
Je kan het met een traan doen, of een lach

Allemaal

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Op dinsdag 29 juli 2003 12:35 schreef smvs het volgende:

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ja maar dat is meer een vrolijk nummer over dat je het niet moet doen. op zich wel aardig concept, hij noemt gewoon alle leuke dingen op.

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SUICIDE

By Bobby Gaylor
@ 1999

Animals don't have a choice.
If they're not happy with their place in the world... too bad.
They have to live the life they've been given.
Humans, on the other hand, don't have to.
We have a choice.
If you don't like your place in the world
you can get off anytime you want.
Suicide. That's right.
You don't like the way your life's going,
you don't like the way you are in the world,
anything around you,
you can check out anytime you like.
Animals aren't allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving out the windows.
Zebras... if they even had remotely that thought
would take a look at themselves and go, "What the F*#K!
Black & white in a green & brown world... this blows.
I'm just gonna jump in the river.... I don't have a thumb to work a gun or hold a knife or even open a jar of pills. I'm just gonna dive into the next lion's mouth. Why even bother?"
Now, monkeys have the opposable thumb so they could kinda do it the exact same way we do. Now, there's a bunch of people that say, "Oh, it's against the law". Well, it's only against the law if you do a crappy job and get caught. Other people say, "Oh, we should save them". Yeah, well you know what? Not everybody wants to be saved. Not everybody should be saved. And who are we to force our will upon them? I mean, isn't that one of the joys about being a human? Freedom of choice? Now, it's not all bad. Now, I'm not saying "Kill yourself". But if you're gonna be an idiot and do it anyway, it's no sweat off of my back. There's a lot of good that could come from it. A little bit of bad thrown in. Some of the things: A job will open... An apartment will become available... There'll be more air for me... They say there's two girls for every guy - if you're a man, there'll be four chicks for me... There'll be more Ketel One vodka for me... There'll be one less idiot in line at the bank who gets up to the window without their F*#King slips filled out... I won't ever have to go to the store to buy my favorite Salt & Vinegar Chips and have the clerk point at you and say, "They bought the last bag".... You won't help change the McDonald's sign to a Hundred Billion Served... You'll never get AIDS... You won't have to worry about calories ever... No more, "Hey, does this make me look fat?"... There'll be one less polluting human...You won't have to recycle... There'll be one less car on the road... There'll be more Ring Dings for me... Fifty or so chickens' lives will be spared... Your fingers won't ever get red from eating pistachios... You won't be forced to visit your Grandparents on Sundays anymore... No more church... You'll be saying, "Hey, World - Kiss My Ass!"... No more wet dreams about Supermodels... No more Barry Manilow... For a few years anyway... Wondering "Am I a loser?" will be a thing of the past... Say good-bye to crappy Xmas presents from Aunts and Uncles... You won't have to suffer through a Motley Crue reunion... F*#K flossing and brushing... You'll never lose sleep over a pregnancy scare... Adios, Acne... Worrying whether you fit in or not won't be on your brain... See ya later, homework... You'll never have to sit through another movie brought to you by the creators of South Park... Schools out forever.... No more paying bills... You won't have to do chores... You won't be able to run over toads with the lawnmower though... You'll also miss McDonald's French Fries... Bugs Bunny... The amazing electrifying feeling that surges through your body when you kiss someone for the first time...
You won't be able to watch the letterbox director's cut of Jaws... Candy... Living above ground... Pudding crust... You'll miss the rush of getting your first apartment... Getting to the point in your life where you can tell your parents to "F*#K Off! I gotta make my own mistakes....you did"... You'll miss sex - you'll miss thinking about it, looking for it, sex by yourself, sex with a partner, sex with multiple partners... No more summer nights that seem to go on forever... Roller coasters.... Naming your kid the name you always wanted... Making a difference in the world... You'll miss the experience and pleasure of Hallucinogenics... Watching your neighbor's wife change clothes with her blinds open... A lifetime of masturbating... Watching your favorite team sweep the series... Music... You will definitely miss music... Trying to sneak into your house drunk - three hours past your curfew... You'll miss the blaze and glory of the 4th of July fireworks... The taste of Captain Crunch... If you're a boy, you'll miss the feeling the first time you reach up a girl's shirt... If you're a girl, the feeling the first time you reach down a boy's pants... You'll miss your favorite coat... Waffles with whipped cream and strawberries... Beating your friends at video games... You won't be around to see what shape and color the new marshmallow in Lucky Charms will be... You'll miss the feeling you get when reminiscing about your first love - thirty years after the fact... The joy of giving and receiving at Christmas... Skinny dipping... Getting stoned, reading Green Eggs & Ham, and eating like a horse that got loose in the grain bin... Flying cars... Hey, you were born - Finish what was started.
@ 1999 Angelic Monkey Music/DreamWorksSongs (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved

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Het origineel heet trouwens "Szomorú vasárnap" en is van "Kalmár Pál".

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:12 schreef ChOas het volgende:
Maak er toch een eind aan! - Fratsen

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Uit

Kromgebogen lopend, 't leven is een loden last
Drukt de schouders naar beneden in een veel te grote jas
Loopt \'ie veilig weggeborgen, zodat niemand hem nog ziet
Z'n grote holle ogen spreken hopeloos verdriet
Maak er dan een eind aan

Met je hoofd in het gasfornuis
Spijker jezelf aan een houten kruis
Ga voor een trein staan
Maak er dan een eind aan
Met een broodrooster in bad
Ik ben dat lijden van je zat
Er komt geen eind aan

Hier een mooi stuk touw
Kun je lekker uit gaan waaien
'k Wil je best wel helpen met het knopen
Zal er zijn om je uit te zwaaien

Dan zul je altijd vrolijk zijn
En is het over met het lijden
Voor de zekerheid zal ik
Met een wals over je dooie lichaam rijden
Maak er dan een eind aan

Met je hoofd in het gasfornuis
Spijker jezelf aan een houten kruis
Ga voor een trein staan
Maak er dan een eind aan
Met een broodrooster in bad
Ik ben dat lijden van je zat
Er komt geen eind aan

En als je dood bent
Mag ik dan je platen
Je fiets
En alle meisjes die je kent

AMBEON - COLD METAL

Lying on my back on a railway

Looking at the sky and its full moon
In the back of my head I feel the rumbling wheels
Shaking my memories
It's getting darker and darker and darker
My hands are frozen and steam comes out of my mouth
As I whisper my last words
Seem to fade away

[Chorus:]
The train is moving forward and closer
Can't stand up and walk away
Once I made my mind up so long ago
Now I can't change
It is just too bad

I feel so left alone, so forgotten
Nobody knows where I am, no one misses me
Cold water runs from my eyes
And the cold is freezing my last tears
Like I'm only half in my body, I can't feel
I think I'm already half gone, I can't think
It's getting colder and colder and colder
I can't breathe

[Chorus:]

Cold metal - burning in my back
Cold cold metal - freezing
Cold cold metal - my head will burst open
Cold cold metal - it's been too much

Muziek is af en toe wel vrolijk, maar vooral niet naar de teksten gaan luisteren als je al op de brug staat of twijfelt tussen een Prozac en Valium

De vocals zijn wel erg deprimerend

Bonnie Prince Billy - I See a Darkness

_{alhoewel dat niet direct over "suicide" gaat}

Like I said, I'm ready to go
Ease my pain desire
Last night I begged to god
Light my heart to fire

Let me pour some taste down
See my last silent pain desire
Let me take a last breath
Before I saw, blind my eyes

Triple corpse hammerblow
Triple corpse hammerblow

Don't push me...
Don't push me...
Don't push me!

Let it trust my great vow
Life goes away faster
Let it trust the meaning
Like life it was way before
Move away the blow out
Like it was by silent Bodom
The way it feels, like it feel before
How you feel, feel before!

Triple corpse hammerblow

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 15:05 schreef noplayer het volgende:
Notorious B.I.G - Suicidal Thoughts

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 15:07 schreef pro_jeex het volgende:

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Nou dat is hem gelukt
En hij heeft gelijk.

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 15:11 schreef noplayer het volgende:

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topic gaat niet over wat jou mening is van B.I.G.. so shut up, respectloze trut

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 15:13 schreef pro_jeex het volgende:

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Dat meen je
Ik heb deze topic zelf geopend

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 15:05 schreef noplayer het volgende:
Notorious B.I.G - Suicidal Thoughts

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.

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Ontopic: Alle uitvoringen van het nummer "Gloomy sunday". Stemt erg droevig, en er schijnen nogal wat zelfmoorden gepleegd te zijn naar aanleiding van of na het luisteren van dit nummer.

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Gloomy Sunday is inderdaad door velen velen velen uitgevoerd. Ik vind het een heel mooi nummer en wordt er niet direct depri van. heb ergens nog een hele collectie verschillende mp3's zwerven met uitvoeringen, ondermeer door: Sarah McLachlan, Diamanda Galas Elvis Costello, Bjork, Serge Gainsbourg, Heather Nova, Krons Quartet.

Er is een hele website over dit nummer:

http://www.phespirit.info/gloomysunday/

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 17:37 schreef SevenWonders het volgende:

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Ik dacht direct aan dit nummer en verbaasde me er eigenlijk over dat niemand het noemde. Pas op de 4e pagina's met reacties kwam het voor.

Gloomy Sunday is inderdaad door velen velen velen uitgevoerd. Ik vind het een heel mooi nummer en wordt er niet direct depri van. heb ergens nog een hele collectie verschillende mp3's zwerven met uitvoeringen, ondermeer door: Sarah McLachlan, Diamanda Galas Elvis Costello, Bjork, Serge Gainsbourg, Heather Nova, Krons Quartet.

Er is een hele website over dit nummer:

http://www.phespirit.info/gloomysunday/

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 15:05 schreef noplayer het volgende:
Notorious B.I.G - Suicidal Thoughts

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on a topics note: Carpathian Forest - Suicide Song
Dead Silent Slumber - Raising the Suicide Chalise

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 17:41 schreef Graveland het volgende:

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gadverdamme, gaat even snel je tanden poetsen

on a topics note: Carpathian Forest - Suicide Song
Dead Silent Slumber - Raising the Suicide Chalise

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Graveland

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 17:42 schreef pro_jeex het volgende:

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Zinvolle info

Graveland

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 17:41 schreef Graveland het volgende:

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gadverdamme, gaat even snel je tanden poetsen

on a topics note: Carpathian Forest - Suicide Song
Dead Silent Slumber - Raising the Suicide Chalise

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[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Seborik op 21-08-2003 17:52]

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Seborik op 21-08-2003 17:58]

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 17:47 schreef Seborik het volgende:
Is het weer zover, de zandbak is de andere kant op.

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 17:38 schreef pro_jeex het volgende:

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Het gaat om liedjes die over zelfmoord gaan en niet over dat je zelfmoord door een liedje pleegt.

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Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart
Dear

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:01 schreef pro_jeex het volgende:
Ik ben op zoek naar liedjes die over zelfmoord gaan, over de gedachte er aan of het doen etc je snapt het wel.

Graag artiest plus titel, geen mp3 links uiteraard.

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Op donderdag 21 augustus 2003 21:42 schreef Wisp het volgende:
Sentenced - Excuse Me While I Kill Myself

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How do you do?
Have yourself, a pleasent afternoon.
Well, fuck you too,
Tonight's the one I choose, for you!

[Chorus]
I'll kill myself,
I'll blow my brains onto the wall.
See you in Hell,
I will not take this anymore.
Now this is where it is, this is where I will draw the line,
So excuse me while, I end my life.

I will pull this through,
Not having a reason's no excuse.
What the Hell do you,
Suppose that I have left to lose?

[Chorus]

[Guitar Solo]

*Spoken* I'll kill myself...
I'll kill myself
See you in Hell
I'll kill myself
See you in Hell
I'll kill myself
See you in Hell
I'll kill myself
See you in Hell

I'll kill myself,
I'll blow my brains onto the wall!
See you in Hell,
I will not take this anymore!
This is where it ends,
I put a bullet in my head.
Oh yes I did.
This is where it ends,
This is where I will draw the line.
Excuse me while....

I kill myself.

Silverchair - Suicidal Dream

I dream about how it's going to end
Approaching me quickly
Leaving a life of fear
I only want my mind to be clear
People making fun of me
For no reason but jealousy
I fantasise about my death
I'll kill myself from holding my breath
My suicidal dream
Voices telling me what to do
My suicidal dream
I'm sure you will get yours too

Help me comfort me
Stop me from feeling what I'm feeling now,
The rope is here,
Now I'll find a use,
I'll kill myself,
I'll put my head in a noose,

My suicidal dream,
Voices telling me what to do,
My suicidal dream,
I'm sure you will get yours too,

Dreamin' about my death, dream,
Suicidal, suicidal, suicidal dream,
I'm suicidal,
Suicidal dream,

het gaat wel niet over iemand die zelf met zelfmoordgedachten rondloopt, maar over iemand die het gedaan heeft. Erg mooi nummer...

How I needed you
How I bleed now you're gone
In my dreams I can see you
But I awake so alone

I know you didn't want to leave
Your heart yearned to stay
But the strength I always loved in you
Finally gave way

Somehow I knew you would leave me this way
Somehow I knew you could never stay
And in the early morning light
After a silent peaceful night
You took my heart away

In my dreams I can see you
I can tell you how I feel
In my dreams I can hold you
It feels so real

And I still feel the pain
I still feel your love
I still feel the pain
I still feel your love

Somehow I knew you would leave me this way
Somehow I knew you could never stay
And in the early morning light
After a peaceful night
You took my heart away
I wish you could have stayed

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:01 schreef pro_jeex het volgende:
Ik ben op zoek naar liedjes die over zelfmoord gaan, over de gedachte er aan of het doen etc je snapt het wel.

Graag artiest plus titel, geen mp3 links uiteraard.

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Op maandag 25 augustus 2003 15:24 schreef Lotjeb het volgende:
Anathema - One last goodbye

het gaat wel niet over iemand die zelf met zelfmoordgedachten rondloopt, maar over iemand die het gedaan heeft. Erg mooi nummer...

How I needed you
How I bleed now you're gone
In my dreams I can see you
But I awake so alone

I know you didn't want to leave
Your heart yearned to stay
But the strength I always loved in you
Finally gave way

Somehow I knew you would leave me this way
Somehow I knew you could never stay
And in the early morning light
After a silent peaceful night
You took my heart away

In my dreams I can see you
I can tell you how I feel
In my dreams I can hold you
It feels so real

And I still feel the pain
I still feel your love
I still feel the pain
I still feel your love

Somehow I knew you would leave me this way
Somehow I knew you could never stay
And in the early morning light
After a peaceful night
You took my heart away
I wish you could have stayed

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"This is a song about how many times I tried to kill myself and just couldn't get the fucking job done. This is 'Skin O'My Teeth!'" (Mustaine, in concert, 1992)

Him - Join Me (In Death)

WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR
DO YOU SMASH IT QUICK
DO YOU TAKE THE GLASS
AND SLASH YOUR WRISTS
DID YOU DO IT FOR FAME
DID YOU DO IT IN A FIT
DID YOU DO IT BEFORE
YOU READ ABOUT IT

X-Ray Specs "Identity" (1978)

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Op vrijdag 5 september 2003 20:48 schreef audioslaaf het volgende:
Enne... ik hoorde het liedje, toen dacht ik ook weer direcht aan dit topic .

Him - Join Me (In Death)

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Op woensdag 23 juli 2003 16:52 schreef Ketama het volgende:

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Hmm, wilde niet meedoen met deze discussie, maar The End is zeker de beste ja.

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De zon, het zand
De hitte en de rustige rivier
De stilte en de droogte
En de leegt van dit hier

De hemel en de Aarde
De weidsheid van het land
En de wijsheid van ÚÚn man
Dat is genoeg

Er is niets waar ik op wacht
Morgen blijft het nacht
Ik overdacht mijn zorgen en de wereld
En alle keren dat ik wakker lag
Ik besloot
Wat een mooie dag, Wat een mooie dag

De grond, het gras
De wegen naar de horizon dit trilt
De tijd is hier de ruimte
De diepte hier is wild

De onzin en de noodzaak
Ze naderen de grens
De liefde van ÚÚn mens
Was mij genoeg

Er is niets waar ik op wacht
Morgen blijft het nacht
Ik overdacht mijn zorgen en de wereld
En alle keren dat ik wakker lag
Ik besloot
Wat een mooie dag, wat een mooie dag

Er is niets waar ik op wacht
Morgen blijft het nacht
Ik overdacht mijn zorgen en de wereld
En alle keren dat ik wakker lag
Ik besloot
Wat een mooie dag, wat een mooie dag

Er is niets waar ik op wacht
Morgen blijft het nacht
Ik overdacht mijn zorgen en de wereld
En alle keren dat ik wakker lag
Ik besloot
Wat een mooie dag, wat een mooie dag

Wat een mooie dag, wat een mooie dag
Voor de dood.

"Spending the day on the roof of the shed, telling myself i'd be better of dead"

SUICIDE NOTE PT. 1

Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take
the pain away
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot
see inside yours and mine
When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me
breathe, for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....
Forever fooling, free and using, sliding down the
slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are
you to regress unfulfilled? It's a damn shame,
but who's to blame?