Geniale Teksten

Wat ik zelf een geniale tekst vind is 'Krang' van André Manuel. Maar op de website zijn de teksten tijdelijk offline, dus ik kan het even niet laten lezen

Breaking All The Rules
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WELL I KNOW I COULD BE JUST ANOTHER STRANGER, BUT TO YOU I
GUESS I'M JUST ANOTHER FOOL. AND YOU SWEAR YOU LIKE TO LIVE
YOUR LIFE IN DANGER, THEN YOU HIDE BEHIND A WALL OF SILLY LIES.

NOBODY THINK THE WAY I DO, I GUESS THAT NOBODY CARES. YOUR
HEAD'S SO FULL OF THINGS, SO SET YOUR MIND FREE OF THEM, I'M
BREAKING THE RULES.

DID YOU KNOW THAT IN THE TRUTH, THERE'S NOTHING STRANGER. I
SUPPOSE YOU THINK I THINK I KNOW IT ALL.

NOBODY HEARS THE THINGS I SAY, I GUESS NOBODY CARES. MY
HEAD'S SO FULL OF THINGS I SET MY MIND FREE. I'M
BREAKING THE RULES, BREAKING ALL THE RULES, CAN'T YOU SEE THEY'RE
NOTHING WITHOUT YOU, EMPTY HEADS FULL OF FOOLS. NOW YOU SEE
I'M BREAKING ALL THE RULES, BREAKIN' ALL THE RULES.

WELL I KNOW THAT YOU WOULD LOVE TO GO TO HEAVEN BUT YOU
KNOW THAT YOU'RE JUST TOO AFRAID TO DIE. AND I KNOW THAT YOU
WOULD LOVE TO KNOW THE ANSWERS BUT TO YOU THE TRUTH IS JUST
ANOTHER LIE.

NOBODY HEARS THE THINGS I SAY, I GUESS NOBODY CARES. MY
HEAD'S SO FULL OF THINGS I SET MY MIND FREE OF THEM. I'M
BREAKING THE RULES, BREAKING ALL THE RULES, CAN'T YOU SEE THEY'RE
NOTHING WITHOUT YOU, EMPTY HEADS FULL OF FOOLS, NOW YOU SEE
I'M BREAKING ALL THE RULES, BREAKING ALL THE RULES.
BREAKING ALL THE RULES, WHY DON'T YOU TELL THEM, BREAKING ALL
THE RULES, NOW COME ON, BREAKING ALL THE RULES,
WHY DON'T YOU GET IT ON, BREAKING ALL THE RULES

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Op zondag 21 april 2002 22:48 schreef UTFS het volgende:
Mooie songteksten

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"we never ever argue, we never calculate
the currency we've spent
I love you, you pay my rent"

en:
"at night the people come and go
they talk too fast and walk too slow"

De teksten van Jaap Fischer zijn ook vaak geniaal, maar die heeft een eigen topic.

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Op zondag 21 april 2002 23:02 schreef Timmaeh het volgende:
'k Vind eigenlijk de meeste teksten van Acda & De Munnik schitterend. Alleen zijn sommige nummers iets te moeilijk voor me, daar snap ik dan eerst echt geen hol van. Als je dan later ergens leest/hoort waar het over gaat blijkt het echt briljant te zijn. Spaanse moslim was er bijvoorbeeld zo een.

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Oja, ik kan me ook wel voorstellen dat je bij teksten als 'niet of nooit geweest' en 'zwerver met een wekker' eerst niet helemaal weet waar het over gaat. En volgens mij kan dit beter in een Acda en de Munnik topic eigenlijk

Blind Melon - No rain

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watching the puddles gather rain
and all I can do is read a book to stay awake
and it rips my life away
but it's a great escape
escape

(uit: Murray Head - One night in Bangkok)

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Op donderdag 25 april 2002 01:35 schreef Fogerty het volgende:
"One town is very like another
when your head's down over your faeces, brother"

(uit: Murray Head - One night in Bangkok)

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Jason Donovan - Too many broken hearts
[/jaren 80 mode]

Wat is er de laatste jaren toch met mij gebeurd?
Ik heb harten verscheurd maar nooit getreurd of gezeurd
ik was afgesloten, zelfs ongeïnterresseerd
met een houding van "Het gaat toch wel een keer verkeerd"
en inderdaad, vroeg of laat was het altijd raak
maar het deed me niets, het was slechts vermaak
ik kon praten, ik kon lachen, ik kon neuken, ik kon kussen
maar altjd zat mijn zelfbescherming er tussen
geen condoom, maar een hinderlijke, innerlijke muur
als bescherming tegen het kwetsen en puur.
de angst om voluit te gaan, echt bang
een dwang van geforceerde gedachtengang
ik hoorde wel het "hou van jou en blijf je trouw"
maar ik dacht bij mezelf: "Ach mens, kom nou!"
Want echte liefde was iets voor zoete dromen,
dus ik wachtte tevergeefs of het ooit zou komen.

maar nu is het voluit of onderuit!
want onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid

er is lef voor nodig om voluit te gaan
je neemt het risico verlaten in de kou te staan
het blijft een gok want het gaat wel of niet verkeerd
maar je bereikt niets als je niets investeerd
er is altijd wel iemand die de moeite waard is
en ik wil het laten weten voor het weer te laat is
jaren was ik gesloten, nu ga ik open
en m'n leven is nog nooit zo relaxed verlopen!

ik heb altijd maar getwijfeld verliefd of niet?
is dit de ware of weer de zoveelste griet?
en ik wou dat ik een keertje enthousiast kon zijn
en ook bij een verrassing echt een keer verrast kon zijn
maar ik was altijd te schichtig en te voorzichtig
nooit te opzichtig en ondoorzichtig
door tegenslagen bijna de hoop verloren
zocht ik liefde als een junk die een hit moet scoren
net toen ik ging geloven dat je het moest kopen
en niet hopen, toen gingen mijn ogen open
het begon zoals gewoonlijk door aantrekkingskracht
maar wat ik later dacht had ik toen nooit verwacht
eerst was het "niet verliefd is niet getreurd"
maar voor ik het besefde was alles al gebeurd
en nou gata het me niet meer om mezelf of om m'n poen
want toen was toen, en dit keer zal ik m'n best doen!

maar nu is het voluit of onderuit!
want onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid

er is lef voor nodig om voluit te gaan
je neemt het risico verlaten in de kou te staan
het blijft een gok want het gaat wel of niet verkeerd
maar je bereikt niets als je niets investeerd
er is altijd wel iemand die de moeite waard is
en ik wil het laten weten voor het weer te laat is
jaren was ik gesloten, nu ga ik open
en m'n leven is nog nooit zo relaxed verlopen!

en wat mij betreft mag het zo blijven...

en ik heb niemand nodig om sterk te staan
ik heb de discipline zelf aan het werk te gaan
ik hoef met niemand aan te pappen om mezelf te snappen
en al m'n problemen kan ik zelf opkanppen
nee, ik heb niemand nodig om door te gaan
ik heb de kracht om me zelf er door te slaan
maar ik besef nu later deze eenzame strijd
want ontkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid!
eenzaamheid

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Op donderdag 25 april 2002 19:02 schreef Matjo het volgende:
Osdorp Posse - Onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid

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Once I thought I saw you
In a crowded hazy bar
Dancin' on the light from star to star
Far across the moonbeams
I know that's who you are
I saw your brown eyes turnin' once to fire

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eyes
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feelin' stays
I want to love you but I get so blown away

I am just a dreamer but you were just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trips

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eyes
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer where the feelin' stays
I want to love you but I get so blown away
Blown Away

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Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.

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Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

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Peace sells, but who's buying:
What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
I talk to him every day.
What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
I go to court when I have to.
What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
I got nothing better to do
And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?

What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
I didn't know you had any feelings.
What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
I'm just not your kind.
What do you mean, "I couldn't be president, of the United States of America"?
Tell me something, it's still "We the people", right?

This was my life:

Chorus

In our life there's if
In our beliefs there's lie
In our business there's sin
In our bodies there's die

99 Ways to Die:

If I see the morning hours
I'll have one more yesterday
Take life from tomorrow
Cause I've burned out my today

If I get up to the top I know
I'll just go back downhill
Gotta' terminal future
And it's time to write my will

Have Cool, Will Travel

Mamas pack their lunches, kiddies pack their guns
Wishing it will go away, but nothing's getting done
A shot heard 'round the world, when a mother's baby dies
We the people, point our fingers, blame and wonder why

The World Needs A Hero:

An Iron fist quietly sits inside the Velvet Glove
Take control, untouchable just like God above
I can't escape, wrapped in red tape, what will become of me?
If I object, then I defect my country 'tis of thee

Burning Bridges:

If you took your own direction
If only you practice what you preach
If you follow your advice
You wouldn't be burning bridges all the time

Recipe for hate... warhorse:

Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets
My faults were letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as words written in water
I'm left to walk this world alone

Losing my senses:

One man speaking the truth
No one likes when it fits
So we tell soothing lies
And betray our own lips

Attack of the peacekeepers - Jello Biafra & DOA
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Army ads looked cool-I signed right up
Besides, it was the only way could find a job
"Great place to start" and see the world
Womanize at discos
And fake going nuts
To scam infirmary drugs
So send in the clowns
The NATO circus is here to protect you
Your choice must be ours
Yankee corruption
Or the big bad Soviet threat
Don't you feel secure
Sending our Top Guns guard your sky
Flying their fighter planes upside down
Stoned out of their minds
For a real hot time
How 'bout an air show crash?
Or a G.I. riding a stolen tank
Through downtown Manhattan
And off the riverbank
Where he drowns
Fall in with the clowns
Remember-
NATO is here to protect you
With nuclear bombs
That come to visit
And decided to stay
CHORUS
Attack!
Attack!
Of the peacekeepers
Attack!
The charge of the joke brigade
In charge
We can blow up the world
More times than you
We'll show 'em
We'll show 'em
With radioactive subs
We'll show 'em
We'll show 'em
With missiles in your back yard
Guarded
By soldiers
On acid during night watch
And generals who care only
For fat pensions and bribes
If that don't scare the commies nothing will
Cept maybe our Bradley tanks tripping over themselves
Both powers have one goal in common
to keep Germany divided
Never strong enough to start another world war
Occupied by the clowns
Is it really you NATO is here to protect?
With Berlin type walls
When they came to visit
We all decided to stay
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Power is Boring - Jello Biafra & DOA
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Believe me, if I were dicator
You know what I'd do?!?!?
Come to think of it,
There's a problem there
For aspiring tyrants like me and you...
Ever wonder what it'd really be like
To be your own dicator
Might be its own kind of prison
Of total fear
Can't make love or go anywhere
Without bodyguards in your hair
Never know which trusted friend
Has plans to blow you away
3,000 pairs of shoes
No one to talk to
'Nuff guns to kill everyone you own
The masses act so loyal
Yet you can't sleep in the same place twice
I wouldn't want to be a Noriega or Khadafi
Would you?
CHORUS
Power is boring
Power is boring
Power is boring
And ya know, I wonder how
The downtown crowd can stand themselves
Look sharp
Play to win
Through intimidation
That person at the next desk
Ain't your friend
He's your competitor
The only way to get promoted first
Is to get HIM first
Or else
Hi ho whadya know
They all got the same plan for you
Where do these people go
Between their daily meals of work
Too burnt and stressed
To even think of how to spend the money
No one to show it to
But people just like me-AGH!
CHORUS
Hot damn, we're the headliners at last
Gonna show this scene a thing or two
Play games and help our friends
NOw the phone rings all the time
It's all you fault
"You've been crowned king
Of what you used to warn us about"
Why play that game at all?
The ones who want the power THAT bad
Are missing something in their lives
Being scared of my friends
In ajunta, scene or business world
Is the most miserable existence
I could think of on earth
_{misschien iets voor pim om over na te denken?}

Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to attempt to change their so-called artistic endevors, in a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large. Behold, the metamorphisis:

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough,
We need more money, more house and cars and stuff,
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes, I want them shitty hoes
You get with radio and videos, we'll do whatever it takes to get some air play,
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay,
Yeah, come on Shaggy. What? Follow my lead. Let's go.
It's time we change our shit up to get what we need. Come on.

Uh, radio play!
Yo! Yo! Come on and ride me, ride me,
Pull! Pull!! Come on and hide me, hide me,
Cat black(?) I'm gonna grow(?) one, gold one,
Club Cat(?) You want them old ones, old ones,
Black, black, ???
Love me, I'm on the radio, radio,
Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away,
Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play,

What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!
What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!

???

The pathetic attempts never ceits. The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insult the intelligence of the savy consumer. How much more can an audience be asked to endure?

Didn't work, ah fuck, what happend?
They always told us that we sucked at rapping,
Well I don't know how to play a guitar,
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star,
I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground,
I want the ten millions fans sellout radio sound,
Even though we'll be played next summer,
Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a hummer
Here we go, oh my god

Joey fell in love with a college girl,
She had a backpack and a pony tail,
She said her name was Lisa but I do not know,
She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello,
I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on,
I can even sing one of these faggot songs,
I can play in checkerd pants and never smile,
Whatever's cool for your radio (?)
Tommy fell in love with a college...

The borish, bumbeling buffons are baffeld in their journey through the music business. Each sonnet is more rediculous than the last. Their strides towards musical success are little more than a stumble into complete failur.

That was bullshit. What the fuck? You think of something!
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing,
You wrote the crump(?) shit, but did it work? No.
It flopped on its ass. At least I tried though.
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other,
We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. Why?
Can you sing? No. Niether can I.
If we're gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try.

? Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me, touch me, Clownboy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio,
I wanna lick you from head to toe,
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet,
I wanna make love, between the sheets,
Girl, play my song, when I'm on the phone long,
I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance,
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong, (4x)
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck,

After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play. Finally, the two dim witted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.

Space Marines - Hemelboog

Sorry ware schoonheid
Pijn doen was echt niet de bedoeling
Ik had zou graag jou lief gehad
Het sparen van de kool en de geit
Zorgt voor een echt gebroken hart
Pijn doen was echt niet de bedoeling

Ik dacht te vinden wat ik zocht
Is het valse hoop te noemen
De regenboog bestaat uit vocht
En al wat water kan is vloeien

Sorry ware schoonheid
Je weet dat de waarschuwing niet werkt
Ik wilde jouw geluk belonen
Maar maak mij geen verwijt
De mensen blijven op vulkanen wonen
Want wat je niet ombrengt maakt je sterk

Sorry ware schoonheid
Misschien weet ik niet wat ik wil
Is het fout dat ik begon
De hemelboog verleidt
Maar over de rand van de horizon
Is het ontstellend stil

Ik dacht te vinden wat ik zocht
Is het valse hoop te noemen
De regenboog bestaat uit vocht
En al wat water kan is vloeien

there's an old man on a city bus
holding a candy cane
and it is'nt even christmas
he see's a note in the obituary
that his last friend has died
there's an inflant clinging
to his overweight mother in the cold
as the spends her last dollar
on a bottle of vodka for tonight
and i guess it struck a nerve
like i had to squint my eyes
you can never get out
of the line of sight
like a barren winter day
or a patch of unburned green
like a tragic real dream
i guess it struck a nerve
every day i wander
in negative disposition
as i'm bombarded by superlatives
that i am not alone
introverted
i look to tomorrow for salvation
but i'm thinking altruistcally
and a wave of overwhelming doubt
turns me to stone
and i guess it thought my heart
we just haven't got time
to crack the maze
like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
i guess it strunk a nerve
i try to close my eyes
but i cannot ignore the stimuli
if theres a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life

I will choke until I swallow... Choke this infant here before me. What is this but my reflection? Who am I to judge and strike you down? But you're pushing and shoving me. You still love me and you pushit on me. Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the fault line. Take care not to make me enter. 'cause if I do we both may disappear. But you're pushing me, shoving me. Pushit on me. Slipping back into the gap again. I'm alive when you're touching me, alive when you're shoving me down. But i'd trade it all for just a little bit of piece of mind. Put me somewhere I don't wanna be. Seeing someplace I don't wanna see. Never wanna see that place again. Saw that gap again today as you were begging me to stay. Managed to push myself away, and you, as well. If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay, you minimize my movement anyway, I must persuade you another way. There's no love in fear. Staring down the hole again. Hands upon my back again. Survival is my only friend. Terrified of what may come. Just remember I will always love you, even as I tear your fucking throat away. But it will end no other way.