Daar wil ik dan nog een kleine bijlage aan toevoegen, aangezien dit nummer me eraan deed denken:

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Bob


I, man, am regal - A German am I
Never odd or even
If I had a hi-fi
Madam, I'm Adam
Too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?

Rise to vote, sir
Do geese seek God?
"Do nine men interpret?"
"Nine men," I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won't lovers revolt now?
Race fast, safe car
Pa's a sap
Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam?

Ah, Satan sees Natasha
No devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol
Not a banana baton
No "x" in "Nixon"
O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
"Naomi," I moan
"A Toyota's a Toyota"
A dog, a panic in a pagoda

Oh, no! Don Ho
Nurse, I spy gypsies - run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget!
A fat egg under a dog!
Go hand a salami, I'm a lasagna hog


Een ode aan Bob Dylan, en het speciale aan dit nummer is dat elke zin een palindroom is. En hoewel de tekst nergens op slaat, klinkt het ook nog als iets wat Bob zou kunnen hebben gezongen. De videoclip van dit nummer was een parodie op Subterranean Homesick Blues, vandaar dat ik hieraan moest denken

Jammer dat je na de nummer een niets meer kunt toevoegen...
Toch wil ik jullie deze tekst niet onthouden...

I took a life for granted
untill it slipped right through my fingers
although forever parted

I feel your prescence more than ever
there's no return from where you went
and it leaves me stranded

It's written in my heart
it's written in my soul now
all the memories torn in me

a constant overload

It's written in the sky
it's written in the stars now
I'm haunted by the things I know

I should've done
all the time we should have had

is gone

Tonight

in me
your light will shine

And with a beautifull sky above
I was reduced to being human
I feel I'm ten feet under
and I long for your embrace
in the absence of your love
I pretend to be alright
but it's written in my heart
it's written in my soul now
all the memories torn in me

a constant overload

It's written in the sky
it's written in the stars now
I'm haunted by the things I know

we should have done
and all the time we should have had

is gone

Tonight
in me
your light will shine
in me now
your living in me
right in here in the bottom of my heart
with a beautiful sky above
I was reduced to being

Human

Een van de mooiste teksten ooit geschreven Tom Waits - Diamonds on my windshield.

Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pulling into town on the interstate
Pulling a steel train in the rain
The wind bites my cheek through the wing
Fast flying, freway driving
Always makes me sing

There’s a duster tryin’ to change my tune
Pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly, twenty-four hour moon

Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
Wishing he was home in a wiscosin bed
Fifteen feet of snow in the east
Colder then a welldigger’s ass

Oceanside it ends the ride, san clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed,
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in the neon billin’
Theatre’s fillin’ to the brim
Slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin

Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from riverside
Black and white plates, out of state,
Running a little bit late

Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don’t miss it
Rolling hills and concrete fields
The broken line’s on your mind

Eights go east and the fives go north
The merging nexus back and forth
You see your sign, cross the line,
Signalling with a blink

The radio’s gone off the air
Gives you time to think
You ease it out and you creep across
Intersection light goes out
You hear the rumble
As you fumble for a cigarette
Blazing through this midnight jungle
Remember someone that you met
One more block; the engine talks
And whispers ’home at last’
It whispers, whispers, whispers
’home at last’, home at last

Ik zie dit topic nu pas, geweldig! Jammer dat het al is 'afgelopen', maar ik zie eigenlijk geen reden om bij 100 te stoppen. Daarom kunnen we toch gewoon opnieuw beginnen, of niet? Songteksten zat.
Ik zal beginnen met een artieste die ik al even ken, maar waarvan de mooie teksten me eigenlijk pas vandaag opvielen: Hannah Marcus. Ze staat nog niet op de site (wel in de wachtrij trouwens). Toevallig is de tekst van het nummer dat ik eruit wil lichten niet eens door haar zelf geschreven (Het is een gedicht van Henry Dumas). Toevallig, want ook haar eigen teksten zijn goed.

100. Hannah Marcus - Beloved

Beloved,
I have to adore the earth:

The wind must have heard
your voice once.
It echoes and sings like you.

The soil must have tasted
you once.
It is laden with your scent.

The trees honor you
in gold
and blush when you pass.

I know why the north country
is frozen.
It has been trying to preserve
your memory.

I know why the desert
burns with fever.
It has wept too long without you.

On hands and knees,
the ocean begs up the beach,
and falls at your feet.

I have to adore
the mirror of the earth.
You have taught her well
how to be beautiful.

Fantastisch. Een van de mooiste, meest poëtische liefdesverklaringen die ik ken. En als je dan ook nog de muziek erbij hoort...

Ik wilde eigenlijk ook nog een ander nummer van haar noemen, maar ik kan de tekst nergens vinden. Misschien later...

dit zal absoluut niemand ontkennen

99. Tim Buckley - Love from room 109 at the Islander (on Pacific Coast Highway)

When I was lost without a song, without a melody
You came into my hotel life
You made my room a home
Ah now, mama, don't you know what you've done?
Ah, you made the sun shine in the city
Oh, you warmed my heart
You changed an old man filled with pity
Back to a child again
Ah now, mama, can't you see what you've done?

So tell me darlin' if the feeling's wrong
Don't waste another day
Lord, the saddest thing I've ever known
Was to watch it die away
Ah now, mama, don't you lie, don't you lie

Oh, how can my giving find the rhythm and the time of you
Unless you sing your songs to me
The smell of your sweet skin does entangle my dreams
Oh may I stand here awhile living your smile?

Oh, how could you ever know what you've done?
You warmed my heart when I was so all alone
But all I have to give
Are my dreams of coming and going forever
Inside the rivers of time you'll find me waiting
For you to find peace in your mind
So we can love again

I feel what you feel,
If you feel what you feel,
And I see what you see,
If you see what you see,
So it goes on and on
On it goes, on and on

It's my heart and your heart,
It's our hearts together,
You sing and I'll bring,
We'll both love together,
And all I know is let it grow
All you'll find is peace of mind.

De relatie is stuk, maar de lijmpoging is indrukwekkend.

98. American music club - Firefly

C'mon beautiful we'll go sit on the front lawn
We'll watch the fireflies as the sun goes down
They don't live too long, just a flash and then they're gone
We'll laugh at them and watch the sun go down

You're so pretty baby
You're the prettiest thing I know
You're so pretty baby
Where did you go

Tell my why you don't sleep anymore
Tell me what you sit up all night waiting for
Are you waiting for loneliness to paralyze
Are you waiting for Sister Midnight to unleash the tide

You're so pretty baby
You're the prettiest thing I know
You're so pretty baby
Where did you go

Finish the prayer that started as a kiss
The overwhelming dream of happiness
I'll give you all of my good luck
For the overwhelming dream that's killing us

You're so pretty baby
You're the prettiest thing I know
You're so pretty baby
Where did you go

C'mon we'll go sit on the front lawn
I'll hold you in my arms and we're gone
Here and gone, firefly

Prachtige tekst die de vluchtigheid van momenten van geluk zeer treffend weet te beschrijven.

97. Nine inch nails - Eraser

Need you
Dream you
Find you
Taste you
Fuck you
Use you
Scar you
Break you
Lose me
Hate me
Smash me
Erase me
Kill me

Een beetje zelfkritiek is nooit verkeerd.

Dit dient trouwens beluisterd te worden, niet gelezen.

96. Dave Alvin - Everett Ruess

Over de dichter/tekenaar die op 20 jarige leeftijd het beschermde leventje in Californië verliet en de wildernis opzocht. Wat er daarna met hem is gebeurt weet niemand. Prachtig verwoord door Alvin, mooi gezongen ook.

I was born Everett Ruess
I been dead for sixty years
I was just a young boy in my twenties
The day I disappeared.

Into the Grand Escalante Badlands
Near the Utah and Arizona line
And they never found my body, boys
Or understood my mind.

I grew up in California
And I loved my family and my home
But I ran away to the High Sierra
Where I could live free and alone.

And folks said “He’s just another wild kid
And he’ll grow out of it in time,”
But they never found my body, boys
Or understood my mind.

I broke broncos with the cowboys
I sang healing songs with the Navajo
I did the snake dance with the Hopi
And I drew pictures everywhere I go.

Then I swapped all my drawings for provisions
To get what I needed to get by
And they never found my body, boys
Or understood my mind.

Well I hate your crowded cities
With your sad and hopeless mobs
And I hate your grand cathedrals
Where you try to trap God.

‘Cause I know God is here in the canyons
With the rattlesnakes and the pinon pines
And they never found my body, boys
Or understood my mind.

They say I was killed by a drifter
Or I froze to death in the snow
Maybe mauled by a wildcat
Or I’m livin’ down in Mexico.

But my end, it doesn’t really matter
All that counts is how you live your life
And they never found my body, boys
Or understood my mind.

You give your dreams away as you get older
Oh, but I never gave up mine
And they’ll never find my body, boys
Or understand my mind.

Mooi! En ook al ken je de muziek niet, dan kun je je er nog een deuntje bij voorstellen. En da's ook knap.

en liever ook niet uitgevoerd...

every little counts when I am with you...even though your stupid....I still follow you...

Na bijna 20 jaar zit dit zinnetje nog steeds in mn kop.....zing t zeker een keer per week ondanks het feit dat mn vrouw zeker niet aan de kwalificatie stupid voldoet dus dah is t niet....

nou,
95. Joy Division - New Dawn Fades

met de stem van Ian Curtis echt geniaal:

A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance,
Still occupied, though you forget.
Different colours, different shades,
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun won't set you free.
So you say.
We'll share a drink and step outside,
An angry voice and one who cried,
'We'll give you everything and more,
The strain's too much, can't take much more.'
I've walked on water, run through fire,
Can't seem to feel it anymore.
It was me, waiting for me,
Hoping for something more,
Me, seeing me this time,
Hoping for something else.

ian brown - f.e.a.r.

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rule
For everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
Forgive everybody and remember

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Face everybody and rule
For everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason

You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)

Final eternity arouses reactions
Freeing excellence affects reality
Fallen empires are ruling
Find earth and reef

Fantastic expectations
Amazing revelations
Final execution and resurrection
Free expression as revolution
Finding everything and realizing

You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)

(Fantastic expectations
Amazing revelations
Finding everything and realizing
For everything a reason)

F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear

94. Moet eigenlijk hoger maar ach
Pink Floyd - Dogs



Vooral dit stukje :

Wat vind je trouwens van live-uitvoering van Roger Waters op In the Flesh...live?

ik vind dit toch wel een heel mooi stukje, uit Binnen zonder kloppen van de Dijk

De avond valt
In duizend stukken
Op de straten van de stad
Met bonzend hart als wichelroede
Zoek ik mijn verloren schat
Maar het leidt tot niets
Lood om oud ijzer
Welke deur ik ook probeer
Ze zijn dicht
Of ze gaan open
Maar nooit meer, nooit meer, nooit meer als die keer

Het leven is kúúúúút, het leven is kúúúút.
En als het niet kut is is het klooootuuuhhh

Volledig terecht met een Annie MG Schmidt Prijs onderscheiden Jeroen v. Merwijk.

één van de hoogtepunten van ongetwijfeld één van de beste songschrijvers ALLERTIJDEN

Bright eyes- Let's not shit ourselves (to love and to be loved)

Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
A baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
as I pass in a car buried under the influence.
The city's driving me out of my mind.
I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Next time he will not aim so high.
Yeah, next time, neither will I.
Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list.
While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
He knows there's worse things than being alone.
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
An ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure.
I do not read the reviews.
No, I am not singing for you.
Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
With all these wishes I make,
I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home.
Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory,
all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
And got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
but as least I got an A.
And so I don't have them to blame.
Well I should stop pointing fingers;
reserve my judgment of all those public action figures,
the cowboy presidents.
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
when they've made a mistake.
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
he knows he don't have to say it,
so it, it don't bother him.
"Honesty", "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion."
And the approval rating's high,
and so someone's gonna die.
Well ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
We're still the pawns in their game.
As they take eye for an eye until no one can see,
we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan
on the fast food marquee:
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
Oh and the Blues, I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
Well, I awoke in relief.
My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,
in a Chicago hospital.
And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.
I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless
and there's nothing you could do that would ever change this.
I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."
So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency.
While a million objects pass through my periphery.
Now I'm rubbing my eyes 'cause they're starting to bother me.
I've been staring too long at the screen.
But where was it when I first heard a sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.

Tool - Hooker With A Penis

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings,
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
back From '92,
on the first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.