24. Bram Vermeulen - Rode Wijn

hier kan ik me vaak goed in vinden!

M'n bed is 's nachts maar half beslapen
De helft van m'n boeken nam ze mee
De helft van mijn salaris is ruim voldoende
Slapen doe ik nu voor twee
De platen waren allemaal van mij
Ik draai ze net zo hard ik kan
De televisie mocht ze houden
Alsof ik niet zonder kan
Wat een bestaan wat een luize leven
Het kan niet stuk - wat een geluk
Rode wijn, rode wijn
Kom laat ons vrolijk zijn

Ik drink me elke avond in beroerte
Eten heb ik weken niet gedaan
Ik pis weer net als vroeger in de wasbak
Slapen doe ik met m'n kleren aan
Wat een bestaan wat een luize leven
Het kan niet stuk - wat een geluk
Rode wijn, rode wijn
Kom laat ons vrolijk zijn

Ik ben niet meer gewend aan stilte
En zeker niet zo lang
De vrijheid die ik terug wou hebben
Maakt mij eigentlijk bang

Een keuken vol met vuile glazen
Het kan alleen maar beter gaan
Wie heeft dan meubels of gordijnen nodig
Ik begin van voor af aan
Rode wijn, rode wijn
Kom laat ons vrolijk zijn

23 . Charles Aznavour - For me formidable

You are the one for me, for me, for me, formidable
You are my love very, very, very, véritable
Et je voudrais pouvoir un jour enfin te le dire
Te l' écrire
Dans la langue de Shakespeare
My daisy, daisy, daisy, désirable
Je suis malheureux d' avoir si peu de mots
À t'offrir en cadeaux
Darling I love you, love you, darling I want you
Et puis c' est à peu près tout
You are the one for me, for me, for me, formidable

You are the one for me, for me, for me, formidable
But how can you
See me, see me, see me, si minable
Je ferais mieux d'aller choisir mon vocabulaire
Pour te plaire
Dans la langue de Molière
Toi, tes eyes, ton nose, tes lips adorables
Tu n'as pas compris tant pis
Ne t'en fais pas et viens-t-en dans mes bras
Darling I love you, love you,
Darling, I want you
Et puis le reste on s'en fout
You are the one for me, for me, for me, formidable
Je me demande même
Pourquoi je t'aime
Toi qui te moques de moi et de tout
Avec ton air canaille, canaille, canaille
How can I love you

Niet direct mijn lievelingsliedje, maar ik heb altijd erg van de tekst gehouden. Door de leuke woordspelletjes ('tes lips adorables' ), de foute romantiek en het bizarre einde. En het is ondanks de absolute foutheid van de muziek ook een érg aanstekelijk liedje

22. Immortal Technique - Dance with the Devil

Brrr ijzingwekkende storytelling. Prachtig.

21. Bruce Springsteen - War

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War is something that I despise
For it means destruction of innocent lives
For it means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes
When their sons go out to fight to give their lives

20. Aesop Rock - No Regrets

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was Joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
"Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
She said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away

1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

Prachtige tekst, mooie boodschap ook.

19. The Triffids - The Seabirds

Je vrouw is weg, je bent het leven beu en een nacht met een vreemdelinge biedt ook al geen soelaas. Dan ga je maar naar een baai en biedt je lichaam aan de meeuwen aan die rondcirkelen boven je hoofd. Maar die meeuwen moeten je ook al niet.

David McComb (RIP) was een romanticus die zijn poezie met een dikke rouwrand omlijstte. Een groot tekstdichter die in dit topic niet mag ontbreken.

'He called out to the seabirds
"Take me now
I'm no longer afraid to die"
But they pretended not to hear him
and just watched him with their hard
and bright black eyes.
They could pick the eye
from any dying thing
that lay within their reach,
but they would not touch the solitary figure
lying tossed up on the beach.'

18. Annie Lennox - A Thousand Beautiful Things

Every day I write the list
Of reasons why I still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things)
And even though it's hard to see
The glass is full and not half empty
(a thousand beautiful things)
So... light me up like the sun
To cool down with your rain
I never want to close my eyes again
Never close my eyes
Never close my eyes

I thank you for the air to breathe
The heart to beat
The eyes to see again
(a thousand beautiful things)
And all the things that's been and done
The battle's won
The good and bad in everyone
(this is mine to remember)
So ...
Here I go again
Singin' by your window
Pickin' up the pieces of what's left to find

The world was meant for you and me
To figure out our destiny
(a thousand beautiful things)
To live
To die
To breathe
To sleep
To try to make your life complete
(yes yes)
So ...
Light me up like the sun
To cool down with your rain
I never want to close my eyes again
Never close my eyes
never close my eyes ...
That is everything I have to say
(that's all I have to say)

Inderdaad Dank voor 'em te vermelden, meneer d2

17. Zachary kwam al met een tekst aanzetten van een van mijn absolute helden: Lennaert Nijgh. Bewust kies ik uit een enorm ouevre aan prachtteksten een wat onbekendere. Dit nummer werd gezongen door zijn (ex-)vrouw Astrid. Het gaat over ontsnappen uit eenzaamheid en een verlangen naar een groots en meeslepend leven op de toppen van je emoties vol passie en liefde.

Astrid Nijgh - Het Teken van de Ram

Als ik op straat loop, kijken ze.
Als ik ze aankijk lijken ze
op schapen die de slager tegenkomen.
Ze hebben geen verweer,
geen wil, geen spoor van moed
en vluchten voor mijn driftig bloed
dat hun vervolgt
tot in hun bange dromen.

Maar soms zal ik een nacht
warm zijn als de zon,
lief zijn als een bloem,
verrukt zijn als een kind,
zacht zijn als een lam.
Ik ben geboren
in het teken van de Ram.

Wanneer de knoppen springen dan,
de eerste vogels zingen dan
begint mijn ogengrijs
naar groen te glijden.
En soms dwaal ik alleen
door stormen langs het strand
en zoek de warme sterke hand,
die mij zal dwingen en zal leiden.

Maar soms ben ik alleen,
eenzaam met mezelf,
onhandig met m'n kracht
en bang voor m'n geluk.
Grillig als een lam.
Ik ben geboren
in het teken van de Ram.

Ik zoek totdat ik vinden zal,
op alle vier de winden zal
ik gaan tot ik van iemand zal gaan houden.
Misschien wil ik te veel,
misschien blijf ik alleen,
voorgoed alleen, niet een
die ik bemin en die ook
van mij zal gaan houden.

Ik zou zo graag een nacht
branden als het vuur,
wild zijn als de storm
en blind zijn voor mezelf.
Onschuldig als een lam.
Ik ben geboren
in het teken van de Ram.

Daar zat ik net aan te denken toen ik dit topic aan het doorlezen was.

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

16. XTC - Dear God

Omdat het zo precies mijn visie op religies weergeeft.

Dear God, hope you got the letter, and...
I pray you can make it better down here.
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
but all the people that you made in your image,
see them starving on their feet
'cause they don't get enough to eat from God,
I can't believe in you

Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but...
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
and all the people that you made in your image,
see them fighting in the street
'cause they can't make opinions meet about God,
I can't believe in you

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you? And the devil too!

Dear God, don't know if you noticed, but...
your name is on a lot of quotes in this book,
and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
and all the people that you made in your image
still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God,
I can't believe in
I don't believe in

I won't believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners, no devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
You're always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
and it's the same the whole world 'round.
The hurt I see helps to compound
that Father, Son and Holy Ghost
is just somebody's unholy hoax,
and if you're up there you'd perceive
that my heart's here upon my sleeve.
If there's one thing I don't believe in

it's you...
Dear God.

Mooie tekst van XTC. Nog een reden om 's naar deze band te gaan luisteren...

Subterranean Homesick Alien van Radiohead

The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting.
The smell of the warm summer air.

I live in a town
where you can't smell a thing,
you watch your feet
for cracks in the pavement.

Up above
aliens hover
making home movies
for the folks back home,

of all these weird creatures
who lock up their spirits,
drill holes in themselves
and live for their secrets.

They're all uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight.

I wish that they'd sweep down in a country lane,
late at night when I'm driving.
Take me on board their beautiful ship,
show me the world as I'd love to see it.

I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me,
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely.
I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life.
They'd shut me away.
But I'd be alright, alright,
I'd be alright,
I'm alright.

I'm just uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight, uptight,
uptight.

Elke zin is raak, maar je moet er ook wel het nummer bij horen. De intonatie voegt een hoop toe... In tekstueel opzicht het Radiohead-nummer dat me het meest aanspreekt.

Heeeeeeeel erg mooi!

14. Peter Hammill - Losing Faith in Words

Een tekst die handelt over taal en communicatie, en vooral over de beperkingen en onmogelijkheden ervan.

'I just can't see why you can't see what I mean,
but I can't make things any plainer.
The words get in the way -
Is that quit what I mean?
If not now, then certainly sooner or later.'

Later zingt hij ook nog

'Flap our hands in body-telegram
I know that gets through so much better
than anything said with precision.'

Mooie tekst, mooie song.

15. Evanescence - Hello

Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she´s not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind giving you
Someone to talk to
Hello

If I smile and don´t believe
Soon I know I´ll wake from this dream
Don´t try to fix me, I´m not broken
Hello, I'm the lie, living for you so you can hide
Don´t cry

Suddenly I know I´m not sleeping
Hello, I´m still here
All that´s left of yesterday

14. Eminem - Lose Yourself

Heeft niet voor niets een oscar gewonnen. Zit prachtig in elkaar dat nummer en een aantal zeer sterke lines.

13. Outkast feat Erykah Badu- Humble Mumble

Ahhhh.. I stank I can, I stank I can
The funky engine that could
Oooo oooo yosky, wosky, pisky, wisky
All aboard the Stankonia Express
The underground smell road
Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose
What's your locomotive, the chatta nigga choo choo?

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

[Big Boi]
Back on the microphone, your number one controller
I rock the microphone like a blizzard;
I'm so cold I'm tryin' to hold ya
Life is like a great big roller coaster
Everything in life don't happen like it's suppose to
Trials and tribulations make you stronger live longer
You wanna reach the nation nigga start from ya corner
Everything in life don't always happen like you plan it
Demand it; over stand it then you handle it
Fuck wishing you, you missing the ambition on your mission
Now you switching why you quitting 'cause it's heated in the kitchen
Sloppy slipping in your pimping nigga
You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger
You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams
"No Weapon Formed Agains Prospers" 54:17
From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray 'em
If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play 'em

[Andre 3000]
Too Democratic, Republic fuck it
We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket
Blue-collar scholars, who'll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it
You livin for the lotto never hit it
I met a critic, I made her shit her drawers
She said she thought hip-hop was only guns and alcohol
I said "Oh hell naw!" But yet it's that too
You can't discrimi-hate cause you done read a book or two
What if I looked at you in a microscope, saw all the dirty organisms
living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it? Whoo!
To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote
And a quote for collision the decision.. is,
do you want to live or wanna exist?
The game changes everyday so obsolete is the fist and marches
Speeches only reaches those who already know about it
This is how we go about it

[Erykah Badu]
I'm wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree
And I'm free, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain
And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky
And I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked
And dragged away and thrown away
And then 1 day it turns to clay
It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way
And there it lays until the rain and sun
Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life
And that's life and that's life

[Andre 3000]
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
Y'all can't harm me, it's over

Misschien wel het beste nummer van Outkast. Geweldige tekst, geweldig gerapt. Vooral het zinnetje: If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play 'em doet t m. En vergeet de intro niet, die is ook erg leuk.

12. Delerium ft. Sarah McLachlan - Silence

Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace

Heaven holds a sense of wonder
and I wanted to believe
that I'd get caught up
when the rage in me subsides

In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe

Passion chokes the flower
'til she cries no more
possessing all the beauty
hungry still for more

Heaven holds a sense of wonder...

I can't help this longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in
if you won't let me

Heaven holds a sense of wonder...

In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe

I have seen you
in this white wave
you are silent
you are breathing
in this white wave
I am free

11. Louis Logic - Idiot Gear

"And then 4 months down the road the idiot gear kicks in,
and I ask about the ex-boyfriend which,
as we all know is a really dumb move but you know how it is --
you don't want to know, but you just have to know, right?
You know, stupid guy bullshit."

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls:
in this corner quivering in the white trunks
we have the unsuspecting boyfriend facing up to the champion,
his well-seasoned girlfriend.
The three knockdown rule is in full effect

Ding Ding
That's the sound of curiousity peaking like cops that pat you down
Boyfriends probably seeking the dirt on the skirt as if he's deep in the earth
Like who had reached in the shirt and who was sleeping with her, but hey
She's only human and probably only doing the dude who she loves most
So you know who she's screwing
But while you're lying there spooning assuming life is just all good
You indavertently missed the size of the falsehood
Living life in a small hood you probably collide
With lots of the guys who used to climb on top of your wife
So it's not a surprise you're asking the stupidest questions:
'Who was the best in the sack?' and 'How many dudes have you slept with?'
But the chance is, you didn't want them answers
And can't live with it she used to be just a dancer
Making the fast tips you would stuff her pants with
And fast as mass transit she thought you were romantic

I'm so glad we met (hey shorty)
Come on girl try to be patient, I know I'm a pain in the ass
But your ex-boyfriend has me stressed (back off dude)
And all of the sex stuff should just remain in the past
But we can't get married yet, (no we can't get married yet)
It isn't just that its greener, its also the length of the grass
But somehow you keep on running to me and we keep living in fear of the idiot gear

Right about this time, most of y'all are just wishin that this was fiction
And itchin to ask your chick if your dick isn't a depiction
Of fitting inside a stitching when you're sewing it up
And to think that most of this stuff is just over a fuck
I know what you're thinking, we've all grown up with women
And living without em seems like its harder than living with em
But if you hit em, you'll probably end up living in prison fellas
Then you'll be someone's bitch, I hope your girlfriend isn't jealous
This cinderella shit is totally irrelevant
You'll never get a girl older than 7 thats been celibate
Cause every chick has been around the block with a guy or ten
And guys are sensitive, its better that you lie to them
Even the violent men who's dressed up in street clothes
With stilettos and heat knows they got delicate egos
If she chose to tell you all persons with whom
She put in work in the room, it would burst your balloon

Looking at your sweetest snapshot, that's when you start to wonder
About the backdrop of her other lovers
When you discover another flick of her hidden up under there
Dressed in summer wear, with her ex giving her bunny ears
And no one wants to share their chick with last guy
To get rid of the bad vibes you figured you ask why
Her past life is still chilling in the picture frame
She'd probably forget his name if the dick's the same
Which is lame, but for some dumb reason
The last bum seeps into your dreams and you become unseasoned
Then one evening, you build up the heart to ask her
Disaster with your lungs breathin hard as asthma
And after she breaks down and tells you the truth
It leads to a fight and she's yelling at you
And I'm convinced of this: being your queen's only king
Yo man see Louis right, ignorance is bliss

Oh what's a guy to do

Now listen to me papi
You're all fucking idiots
How do you like them apples?

"You know what I don't think we need to do the thing
where we tell each other everything ..."

Geinspireerd door de film Chasing Amy, daar komt de intro ook vandaan (Silent Bob's monoloog). Blijkbaar een veelvoorkomend probleem maar ik heb er nog nooit last van gehad. Grappige tekst, prachtige klankrijm.

10. Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska

Een jongen en meisje in een landerig stadje in Nebraska. Ze vervelen zich, ze beschikken over een geweer en wat doe je dan?

'Me and her went for a ride sir,
and ten innocent people died.'

Ze maken een ritje en vermoorden en passant wat onschuldige mensen. Echt spijt heeft de jongen niet, want:

'At least for a little while sir,
me and her we had us some fun'

Als de rechter dan vraagt naar een diepere verklaring geeft de jongen hier een eenvoudig maar ijzingwekkend antwoord op:

'Well sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this world.'

Brrrrrr.

Kijken naar Badlands

Los daarvan, alweer bedankt meneer d2 om een prachttekst aan te dragen

9. 16 Horsepower - Cinder Alley

Dit nummer van David Eugene Edwards grijpt mij bijna meer dan 1 jaar kerkgang zou doen...

Lovely lovely carol sue
I see the heel of the father
Crush the head of the serpent for you
An' that beast who found
His way up to your room
You know the one the one
Who's colors are never true
Yeah you do
Yet all the while 'neath
His banner you did stand
'Neath the shadow of his wing
Do you remember
Sorrow stands near an' close at hand
Sorrow stands an' in sorrow's hand
The burning ember
He'll come a cinder
Fire call the kettle black
The dark can only hinder it
It will not hold you back
Nor tear you asunder
And the good shepherd
Lo he left all the others
An' went to look for you
Yes an' he did find thee
An' with bruised hands
He did unbind thee
Brought you out
Into the light of day
He'll come a cinder
Fire call the kettle black
The dark can only hinder it
It will not hold you back
Nor tear you asunder
O come and stand with me mother
As we wait for the master's voice
An' head that way together
He'll come a cinder
Fire call the kettle black
The dark can only hinder it
It will not hold you back
Nor tear you asunder

8. Tom Waits-Frank's Wild Years

Bizarre opening van een evenzeer bizarre (liedjes)tekst met een eindzin die nooit nalaat een glimlach op mijn gezicht te trekken

Frank settled down in the valley/
And he hung his wild years on a/
Nail that he drove through his/
Wife's forehead.

[...]
Never could stand that dog.

7. David Bowie - This Is Not America

A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die
For this is not America

Blossom falls to bloom
This season
Promise not to stare
Too long
For this is not a miracle

There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have
The faintest idea

Snowman melting
From the inside
Falcon spirals
To the ground
So bloody red
Tomorrows clouds

A little piece of you
The little piece in me
Will die
For this is not america

There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea

This could be the biggest sky
This could be a miracle
This could be etc

6. Richard Thompson - By Devonside


By Devonside, she was a-marchin'
It was a gang of no great size
and "Surrender" was the banner that she carried and hungry was the shiver in her eyes.

She met a boy, whose health was failing
She threw down her banner, and took her prize,

And the only food she had was bread and morphine

He fed on the shiver in her eyes


Alweer Thompson die een massa-gebeurtenis weet te vernauwen tot twee mensen. En vooral die ene zin springt er voor mij uit: "And "surrender" was the banner she carried"

5. Aesop Rock - Daylight

Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits
Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
Took an early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
and you would stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
You won't be laughing
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them then I forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
put the pieces back together my way

Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts
Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
To hear the plane to crystal conscious
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
Now he's got soul
Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
Houston we have a problem
Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: 'Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him'

Vooral het dikgedrukte stuk vind ik prachtig. Wat Aesop nu precies met de hele tekst bedoelt is me niet helemaal duidelijk, maar het is allemaal zeker multi-interpretabel. En daar is Aesop erg goed in.

4. Aerosmith - Dream On

Ik weet niet precies waarom maar het heeft iets episch, 'leef voor de dag'..


Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin' clearer
The past has gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life's in books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Well...sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on
And dream until your dream comes true

Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on, dream on...aaahhh

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow good Lord will take you away

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

3. Blackalicious - Make You Feel That Way

Up an early for the hope of a brand new day
See a homie you ain't seen since back in the day
Fresh haircut fitted wit a fat ass fade
End of work, we chilling on a Saturday
How you felt when you first heard the data came
Rakim KRS hey I had that tape
Cooling out with ol girl on a fat ass date
Find a hundred dollar bill wow man that's great
Get promoted at your job up to management
Plot a long time finally a plan has made it
Time I feel I wanna shout, man its real that way
Wanna think of things that make you feel that way

Christmas day when your mamma got your first bike
Type of feeling when you went and when your first fight
How your team felt winning championship games
Celebrate in a huddle dancing in this rain
Have a thought see a shooting star cross your screen
Put in hard work finally your living your dream
Deaf man get his hearing now in come vibes
Blind man get sight see his first sunrise
Dumb man speaking out, now he's load and clear
Earth through your chout smile so proud ya wear
Going in your third eye for the styles ya hear
Making music that'll bump for a thousand years
Eating right feeling conscience like health is first
Said a prayer that's sincere and you felt it work
Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way
When I'm thinking things that make you feel that way

All up in her vibe something coming over me
Summer days more likely that you notice breezes
Winter days more likely that you notice heat
When I'm warm more likely that you notice me
In the dark it's more likely that you notice light
In the light more likely that you notice night
Hungry more appreciation for that meal
Dead broke more appreciation for that grill
A bad day'll make you really notice ones that's good
And that'll make things a little better understood
Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way
When I think of things that make you feel that way
Make you feel that way...

Schitterend. Wat weet Gift of Gab toch een mooi nostalgisch sfeertje neer te zetten.

2. Leonard Cohen - Tower of Song

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song


Dat lijkt me toch duidelijk genoeg?

1. Bob Dylan - Subterranean Homesick Blues (herman had het al over het broertje van Radiohead )

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool


Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters (de belangrijkste boodschap ooit voor mij persoonlijk in een liedjestekst )

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles


Moest toch nummer 1 wezen?

Dit is naar mijn gevoel het allerhoogste dat je kunt bereiken als popliedjesschrijver. Het is ernstig, maar het neemt zichzelf niet ernstig. Zo heb ik het graag