Deze mag natuurlijk ook niet ontbreken:

Slint - Good Morning, Captain


Let me in, the voice cried softly,
from outside the wooden door.
Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance,
Blood stained the icy wall of the shore.

I'm the only one left. The storm, took them all,
He managed as he tried to stand.
The tears ran down his face.
Please, it's cold.

When he woke, there was no trace of the ship.
Only the dawn was left behind by the storm.
He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him.
That rose, from the sea, to the door.

There was a sound at the window then.
The captain started, his breath was still.
Slowly, he turned.

From behind the edge of the windowsill,
There appeared the delicate hand of a child.
His face was flush and timid.
He stared at the captain through frightened eyes.

The captain reached for something to hold on to,
Help me, he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet.
The boy's face went pale,
He recognized the sound.

Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow.
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house.

I'm trying to find my way home.

I'm sorry...
...and I miss you.

I miss you.
I've grown taller now.
I want the police to be notified.
I'll make it up to you,
I swear, I'll make it up to you.

I miss you.

Neutral Milk Hotel - The King Of Carrot Flowers Pt1

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would sink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

Fatboy slim - Ya Mama!

"Push the tempo, push the tempo"

en een tekst heb ik nog niet

En waarom zijn het toch over het algemeen de (zeur) treurige en liefdesliedjes die waarvan mensen zeggen dat ze wat losmaken?

ik weet namelijk 100% zeker dat The 2 Live Crew - A Fuck Is A Fuck bij iedereen wat losmaakt, het gevoel daarbij is alleen anders en daardoor herkent niemand het?!?!?!

als originele vraag heb ik dan, noem een lied wat niks met lijden/liefde/sentimenteel gedoe te maken heeft wat ook iets bij je los maakt?

komt er ook misschien een keer verandering in die altijd afgrijselijke top 1000

Het nummer Plastic Bullets van de Ierse band Wolfe Tones maakt wat bij mij los. Het gaat over de onderdrukking door en het verzet tegen de Britten:

So you divided up my land
Six counties stayed in England's hand
And so you take my home
But you cannot take my mind
Then you tried to keep me down
With your tanks and guns in my streets and towns
And you shoot your plastic bullets
To keep your plastic state

Net zoiets als: Face down, ass up, that's the way we like to fuck?

Tuurlijk maakt het iets in je los. Alleen is het gevoel, net als de inhoud, slechts kortstondig. Liefde voor wat droeviger en/of gevoeligere lyrics zijn voor de langere termijn interessanter.

Maar ik heb er wel één met een oppeppende lading, iets waar ik aan denk als het me even 'tegenzit' en waardoor ik één en ander kan relativeren.

What doesn't kill me - Kill Your Idols

( een deel van de tekst dat met het meest aanspreekt, vooral de delen waarin de songtitel wordt genoemd )

Feeling bitter,
uninspired,
I lacked necessities required,
fall short of every goal aspired,
be still my pounding fists...
Beating at concrete frustration,
your endless pressing expectations,
transform into my motivation,
you push and I'll resist!
And what doesn't kill me- Fuels my burning soul! I'll consume your hate,
and establish my control! Like the gull,
I'll take what's left behind,
and your contempt; I'll make it mine,
parasitic by my own design.
Just gimme all you got..
Against a wall of circumstance,
I'll sit out this pathetic dance,
I won't accept your olive branch,
I'd rather let it rot....
I'm grateful for each stinging fist,
each razor waiting for my wrist,
you give the blade a special twist,
so nice of you to care...
Though I'm turning what you left,
to right I still cry alone at night,
but I think it's gonna be alright,
'cause I'm still breathing air.
And what doesn't kill me - Fuels my burning Soul! I'll consume your hate- And establish my controll!

ach ja, ieder z'n ding


Stef Bos - Is dit nu later?



We speelden ooit verstoppertje
in de pauze op het plein
we hadden grote dromen
want we waren toen nog klein

de ene werd een voetballer
de ander werd een held
we geloofden in de toekomst
want de meester had verteld

jullie kunnen alles worden
als je maar je huiswerk kent
maar je moet geduldig wachten
tot je later groter bent

is dit nu later?
is dit nu later als je groot bent
een diploma vol met leugens
waarop staat dat je volwassen bent
is dit nu later?
is dit nu later als je groot bent
ik snap geen donder van het leven
ik weet nog steeds niet wie ik ben
is dit nu later?

we spelen nog verstoppertje
maar niet meer op het plein
en de meeste zijn geworden
wat ze toen niet wilden zijn

wij zijn allemaal volwassen
wie niet weg is, is gezien
en ik zou die hele choas
nu toch helder moeten zien

maar ik zie geen hand voor ogen
en het donker maakt mij bang
mama, mama,
mag het licht aan op de gang?

is dit nu later?
is dit nu later als je groot bent
een diploma vol met leugens
waarop staat dat je de waarheid kent
is dit nu later?
is dit nu later als je groot bent
ik snap geen donder van het leven
ik weet nog steeds niet wie ik ben
is dit nu later?

is dit nu later?
ik snap geen donder van het leven
ik weet nog steeds niet wie ik ben
is dit nu later?
is dit nu later?

Heaven Shall Burn - The Only Truth

A generation raised in darkness
Controlled, polluted - fed with the truth
A truth that blinds their view
Their ways and fates decided - implanted sorrows kill their needs
A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself

Poets became silent,
While clowns arose and burned the books again
No thinkers daring vision grew,
Where thieves ran free and crippled human dignity
In the noise of unimportance
And stupidity the sceptic's whispers went unheard

Be sure, this storm will not drown my voice
Be sure, my hands will sow the seeds of reason
I'll never be a minor, I'll never be a happy slave

May this cold sever my face
And my the pain weaken my fists
No inner strife will touch me
The only truth is in my heart

Let the truth sting - David Gray

The hour is out of joint
Black sun has risen
And the river of words
Is flowing on through
The cages of tradition
They're handing out emptiness
We'll take it, cos it's given
Free with this plastic innocence
And these standards of living

Questions, lighted questions
Burnin‚ holes into my head
Hanging like shadows over the sun
Staring out like the eyes of the dead
And sometimes my soul flickers
As the wind of change blows cold
Over the mire of repetition
Down the corridors of rigmarole

What I say, what I think
What I put down in ink
I'm only tryin‚ to find a way to understand
And I mean no harm
I'm just searching for calm
In the storm of mankind

Do you find it there
In the sea of faces
That drowns you every day
Or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces
Where children and rottweilers play
Is it buried in the praise
Given so cheap
With a meaningless movement of the jaws
In the looking glass
That flatters you
Or in the rattle of hollow applause

Blind circle, moon and sun
Body willing, mind undone
One pain ending while another begins
Lies, ruin, disease
Into wounds like these
Let the truth sting

From the hub to the limit
Through the urban hollows
Out into the poles of the extreme
To echo through the numbness
Of these godless minutes
In the shadow of delusion's regime

But here watching the night
As it opens like a flower
And the day starts to rust
Time pounds a silent hammer
On this empire of dust
And I'm thinking about the bullet
And the TV screen, the dollar, and the clenched fist
And if we're searching for peace
How come we still believe
In hatred as the catalyst

I feel it from the pit of my stomach
Into the ditch of my mind
Inside the chambers of my heart
As I stare half blind
At these walls of cardboard
At this space that I've rented
At your beauty that is crumbling
Though you try so hard to prevent it

On and on
Body willing, mind undone
One pain ending while another begins
Lies, ruin, disease
Into wounds like these
Let the truth sting
Let the truth sting
Let the truth sting

sorry hoor maar wat heeft het echt voor nut om eindeloze lapen tekst te posten en vervolgens als ik een serieus onderwerp aan probeer te snijden (namelijk waarom het zo is dat de massa van zulke 'makkelijke' muziek houdt ) reageren met: ach ja, ieder z'n ding...
een forum is toch om met elkaar te praten

Idd en ik ben niet zo iemand die ze helemaal gaat lezen. Wie wel?

Ook een stukje lyrics dat veel bij mij losmaakt. Niet alleen omdat het de msn-naam van mijn neef was die 2 weken geleden is overleden maar ook omdat het een prachig nummer is met een prachtige tekst, een van mijn 'favorieten'.

oh zoveel...daar moet ik even goed over nadenken...

Alle lyrics van Meat Is Murder van The Smiths, met voorop The Headmaster Ritual, That Joke.., How Soon Is Now? en Meat Is Murder.

Joni Mitchell - Magdalene Laundries

When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
...
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest
...
They'd like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene laundries
...
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms come any spring

You Are Invited van Dismemberment Plan

I got it in the mail one morning
There was no return address
Just my name in gold leaf on the front
There was no time or location
There was really no info at all
No date no place no time no RSVP
But it said:
You are invited by anyone to do anything
You are invited for all time…
I didn’t think much about it
It seemed like a really dumb joke
But later that week it was Friday—once again
So I took it down to a disco
That wouldn’t have me in am million years
I flashed it once and I was inside with a drink
I really didn’t stay too long there
‘Cause no one was having much fun
I made my way to a party all the way across town
It was thrown by the friend of an ex-thing
I wasn’t sure if I should go
But when I got in the place there were smiles all up and down
I grabbed my ex in the kitchen
I told her I was sorry I came
But she looked at me with a glazed smile and said:
You are invited by anyone to do anything
You are invited for all time…
You are so needed by everyone to do everything
You are invited for all time
I headed home kinda early
The party wasn’t all that great
I saw my neighbor out crying on his front porch
I stopped to see what his deal was
I couldn’t catch much through the sobs
Something about a party and he didn’t go
I thought about it for a second
The invite in my hand
I threw it down at his feet and I said:
You are invited by anyone to do anything
You are invited for all time…
You are so needed if you really want to go
You are invited for all time
For all time

idem hier

maar de rest van de smiths en morrissey platen ook......

In Genres > Rock > Lyrisch van Lyrics:

welke lyrics zijn het beste volgens jullie? wat mij betreft alles dat Roger Waters geschreven heeft, hier een fragment:

How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel
------Morrissey

She told me she loved me, Which means, She must be insane
I've had my face dragged in , Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not,
And I do not like it
So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, The only one around here who is
me, Is me

They said they respect me, Which means, Their judgement is crazy
I've had my face dragged in, Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not,
And I do not like it
So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, When they are they, And only I am
I

He said he wants to befriend me, Which means, He can't possibly know me
The voices of the real, And the imagined cry, The future is passing you by, The
future is passing you by

So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel, Everybody look, See
pain, And walk away
And as for you in your uniform, Your smelly uniform, and so you think you can be rude
to me
Because you wear a uniform, A smelly uniform, and so you think you can be rude
to me

But even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, Sick and depraved, A traveller to the grave
I would never be you
I would never be you

dEUS - Sister Dew

Oh my sweet Sister Dew what have I done?
All my life I've only loved the one.
I was taught to be tolerant and plain
I was taught a million things I can't explain.

It must have been the hatred in her eyes
It must have been the power to her lies
Sister tell me there's a place where I can hide

Oh my sweet this is how it did unfold
no my body never felt so calm and cold.
All around us there were people in the park.
No my senses never felt so clear and stark.

And I swear that she saw it in my way
and I'm sure that she heard it in my voice
Sister tell me please I didn't have a choice.

I enjoyed to see her being idle
she never had no worries, nothing vital
from the day I met her to the final... afternoon.
There was something there I can't describe it
we were kicking ass we didn't fight it.
She never once suspected, that she had it... coming soon.

Oh my sweet Sister Dew what have I done?
all my life I've only loved the one.
I was raised with compassion and they said
I was loved for the loving that I spread

Now the only thing remaining is this chill.
and the only emptiness I need to fill
is understanding what it is that made me KILL.

Haaahaaah-haaahaaah-haaahaaah-haaahaaah

Please forgive me if I keep on smiling
but every sad story has a funny side in
from that moment on I felt like crying... every day.
All around us there were people screaming
For half a second I thought I was dreaming
my baby looked at me her eyes were beaming,
I walked away.

Oh my sweet Sister Dew what have I done?
All my life I've never loved no one.
So it dawned on me this should be the place
now the only thing I crave is an embrace.

So let your tender wisdom be mine
and let me come to you like a child
I'd like to stick around here for a while

Prachtig!

het nummer en de tekst allebei super:

'Space Junk' - Devo


she was walking all alone
down the street in the alley
her name was sally
she never saw it
when she was hit by space junk
in new york miami beach
heavy metal fell in cuba
angola saudi arabia
on xmas eve said norad
a soviet sputnik hit africa
india venezuela (in texas
kansas)
it's falling fast peru too
it keeps coming
and now i'm mad about space junk
i'm all burned out about space junk
oooh walk & talk about space junk
it smashed my baby's head
and now my sally’s dead

alle teksten van evil superstars maken iets bij me los een gigantische glimlach, door de hilarische teksten van wie anders dan mauro pawlowski

DEVO...hulde

Martha van Tom Waits

Operator, number, please:
Its been so many years
Will she remember my old voice
While I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this martha?
This is old tom frost,
And I am calling long distance,
Dont worry bout the cost.
cause its been forty years or more,
Now martha please recall,
Meet me out for coffee,
Where well talk about it all.

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
Wed packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I feel so much older now,
And youre much older too,
Hows your husband?
And hows the kids?
You know that I got married too?
Lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure,
cause we were all so young and foolish,
Now we are mature.

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
Wed packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I was always so impulsive,
I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be.
And martha, martha,
I love you cant you see?

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
Wed packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you...


Doet mij altijd hopen dat ik later ook op zo op een liefde kan terugkijken.

Jan Rot - Elke avond dronken

Dit is de hel van Heartbreak Hotel,
het liefst ging ik dood, pijnloos en snel.
Het liefst maakte ik me nu ter plekke van kant,
maar ik wil toch niet sterven door eigen hand.
Ik heb toch mijn vrienden, het zijn er een paar,
die dat niet verdienden, dus laat ook maar.
"We moet'n door!" zei Oma altijd,
dus gáán we door, de wanhoop ten spijt.

Beter kan ik het zelf niet verwoorden.

Tupac - Letter 2 my unborn Child

Seems so complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand 'til we trade places
Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious
Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist
It's hard to face this, cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play?
I got shot five times but I'm still breathin
Livin proof there's a God if you need a reason
Can I believe in my own fate
Will I raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way?
Dear mama I'm a man now
I wanna make it on my own, not a handout
Make way for a whirlwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace.. when I gotta die
On these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy, and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn child

Ook deze van Slint mag niet ontbreken. Het naar mijn mening beste nummer van Spiderland en de enige van dat album waarop echt gezongen wordt. Dit moet je niet luisteren, dit moet je voelen:

Slint - Washer

Goodnight my love
Remember me as you fall to sleep
Fill your pockets with the dust and the memories
That rises from the shoes on my feet

I won't be back here
Though we may meet again

I know it's dark outside
Don't be afraid
Everytime I ever cried from fear
Was just a mistake that I made
Wash yourself in your tears
And build your church
On the strength of your fears

Please
Listen to me
Don't let go
Don't let this desperate moonlight leave me
With your empty pillow
Promise me the sun will rise again

I too am tired now
Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep
My head is empty
My toes are warm
I am safe from harm