Mooie lyrics, wat vind jij een mooi stukje tekst?

We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?

Nine Inch Nails - Something I Can Never Have

Are you a tool?
Can I step through?
To find another plane, I'm just a shadow of a man
Are you my brother, or you look like me
Trapped inside another world
My lost twin
Just a superficial tool
To suppress the vanity of weak
When you don't love yourself

ik ben ook geen trancefiguur maar een ROCKER! (metal!)

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Op donderdag 13 februari 2003 10:25 schreef s00z het volgende:
Ik ben niet zo goed in het (her-)schrijven van lyrics, maar ik zal het toch proberen:

Smashing Pumpkins:

"Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved "

"Tell me I'm the only one, tell me there's no other one
Jesus was an only son "

Van Bullet with butterfly wings, ik zit nu op mijn werk, en ze luistere hier naar trance, niet bepaald mijn muziek

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Radiohead - Knives out (Alleen het "rat" gedeelte dan)

So knives out
Catch the mouse
Squash his head
Put him in the pot

i wanted you to know i love the way you laugh
i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
i keep your photograph i know it serves me well
i wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'cause i'm broken when i'm open
and i don't feel like i am strong enough
'cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome
and i don't feel light when you're gone away
the worst is over now and we can breathe again

Now I see clearly
You'll pay for this dearly
Everything that I thought we had was a lie
What goes around comes around
Once lost now I am found
All of this hatred I focus on you.
I have nothing
You've given me nothing
And I
Thought we had something
To believe in
Deceiving

Now that I
Face the world with pain inside
Strange but I
Can't understand the reasons why.
Forever is
A world that I cannot describe
That Died the time we said goodnight.
It makes no difference, wrong or right
The time has come to say goodnight.
And how could I
Be so sure but be so wrong?
And how could I?
Have a will so weak with a mind so strong?
And Only I
Can tell the difference right or wrong.
It makes no difference, wrong or right
I guess it's best we say goodnight

(J.Buckley)

Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see.
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Our eyes and bodies brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.
A kiss "Goodnight" from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Morning theft. Unpretender left, ungraceful.
True Self is what brought you here, to me.
A place where we can accept this love.
Friendship battered down by useless history,
Unexamined failure.
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
That brings us to who we need,
a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
You're a woman, I'm a calf.
You're a window, I'm a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
You know the meaning fits. There's no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.
I have to send it away to bring her back again.

1x luisteren en mijn dag is goed

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Op donderdag 13 februari 2003 10:29 schreef Stranger het volgende:
Natuurlijk is mijn sig een superstukje tekst, en de sig die ik hiervoor heb gehad van within temptation:

We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?

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er schijnen mensen te bestaan
die iedere dag gelukkig zijn
en vrijwel zorgeloos zonder pijn
doen wat ze voelen
doen wat ze willen

maar wat dan nog
maar wat dan nog
we leven nog

All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Gelukkig zijn of tevreden zijn,
is dat niet waar we allemaal mee bezig zijn.
De wensen verschillen van persoon tot persoon,
maar in ieder geval is het heel gewoon
om ook eens een keer voor jezelf op te komen
en de dingen echt te doen in plaats ervan te dromen.
Want de oorzaak achter depressieve grillen,
is vaak niet dat mensen niet hebben wat ze willen.
Maar in feite willen ze teveel,
dus komen ze nooit toe aan hun gewenste deel.
Want echt hoe hoger je eisen zijn,
des te moeilijker het wordt om gelukkig te zijn.
Want mensen die naar het onmogelijke streven,
zullen nooit echt leren gelukkig te leven.
Dus let op dat jij je niet teveel uitslooft
want gelukkig zijn zit em allemaal in je hoofd.
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(Komt uit een nummer van Sonata Arctica, welke weet ik niet)

VNV Nation-Legion.

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Op donderdag 13 februari 2003 10:46 schreef zjroentje het volgende:
Mooie zinnen uit liedjes
Welke teksten doen je wat?
Geniale Teksten

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Ontopic kan ik niet antwoorden, er is veel te veel waar ik uit zou moeten kiezen dan.

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Op donderdag 13 februari 2003 10:50 schreef CasB het volgende:
Give me something to die for, so I have a reason to live.

(Komt uit een nummer van Sonata Arctica, welke weet ik niet)

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Queens of the Stone Age - Go with the Flow

But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.

# Yes, I believe - truly

* Then I want you to remove it at once!
- and never to wear it within this castle
again!Do you know how a falcon is trained my dear?
Her eyes are sown shut.Blinded temporarily she suffers the whims of
her God patiently, until her will is
submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.

# You had me take off my cross because it
offended....

* It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

# But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

* Believe?! If you believe you are gullible.Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

# There is also love and life and hope.

* Very little hope I assure you.No. If a god of love and life ever did
exist... he is long since dead.Someone... something rules in his place.

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Op donderdag 13 februari 2003 10:57 schreef hyperfuzz het volgende:

[..]

Queens of the Stone Age - Go with the Flow

But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.

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maarem ja die was het dus...
* CasB het niet goed onthouden had...

btw QoTSA en sonata arctica stonden bij mij op dezelfde cd