Cured schreef:
Die opmerking was met een knipoog, beste CPR1. Een pesterijtje.

ClassicProgRock1 schreef:
Daarnaast is hij net als ik Feyenoord-supporter en daarmee hoe dan ook een échte wapenbroeder.

vielip schreef:


Kameraden!

Cured schreef:
Ik zie dat het beste Doors album van de 70's de top 40 niet zal halen.....(MH)

Misterfool schreef:
Queen en supertramp mogen natuurlijk niet op een 70's lijst ontbreken.
wisten op meesterlijke wijze prog/symfo te vermengen met sterke popsongs.

thelion schreef:
Marvin op 23 absurd

kobe bryant fan schreef:
Knappe lijst tot nu toe!

thelion schreef:
Marvin op 23 absurd

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
and make me burn the candle right down,
but baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown.
'Cause all you women is low down gamblers,
cheatin' like I don't know how,
but baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin',
you know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
and call me the tumblin' dice.

The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time

Lily Belle,
your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man
comin' round
Swear by God
I'm gonna cut him down!
I heard screamin'
and bullwhips cracking
How long? How long?

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.

We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devil's bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Sweet Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head
Ah, come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed
Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead
Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the
Clean white sheets stained red.

Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that's today.
And open wide the hymns you hide
You find reknown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you'll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything's been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain.

Cured schreef:
Nee, het is zo ; het is geen frisse (post)punk/wave.

ClassicProgRock1 schreef:
Het is nu wachten tot Niel Jong afstand neemt van de rest van zijn oeuvre. Iets wat nooit lang meer kan duren.

Did you know that true love asks for nothing
Her acceptance is the way we pay
Did you know that life has given love a guarantee
To last through forever and another day
Just as time knew to move on since the beginning
And the seasons know exactly when to change
Just as kindness knows no shame
Know through all your joy and pain
That I'll be loving you always

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

chevy93 schreef:
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12. Pink Floyd - Animals (1977) | 110 punten | 20x genoemd
Hoogste positie: 2 | Aantal keer Top 5: 5 | Aantal keer Bottom 10: 2
2012: 9 | 2011: 8
(afbeelding)
[i]Na twee jaar in de Top 10 nu erbuiten. En dat heeft ongetwijfeld te maken met de weinige extra noteringen, slechts 2, onderin.

Stijn_Slayer schreef:
Daar hoef je je bij Neil Young weinig zorgen over te maken. Ik ken nog wel een band die meer moeite heeft om het verleden los te laten. Hints: de helft is dood, musical & televisieterreur.

Rudi S schreef:
Ach ,de Pink Floyd fanclub heeft (mede gezien het vervolg) zijn best gedaan.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
Don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
Burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
Turned slowly into autumn.

Ooh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master

Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights