Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - its serious
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - its really serious

There were times when I could
Have murdered her
(but you know, I would hate
Anything to happen to her)

No, I dont want to see her

Do you really think
Shell pull through ?
Do you really think
Shell pull through ?
Do ...

Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - its serious
My, my, my, my, my, my baby, goodbye

There were times when I could
Have strangled her
(but you know, I would hate
Anything to happen to her)
Would you please
Let me see her !

Do you really think
Shell pull through ?
Do you really think
Shell pull through ?
Do ...
Let me whisper my last goodbyes

I know - its serious

Dit vind ik nu eens een prachtig stukje tekst van morissey, hij bewijst dat je ook met weinig woorden een ontroerende tekst kan schrijven. Sommige artiesten proberen zoveel moeilijke woorden te gebruiken dat ze zichzelf erin kwijtraken maar dit hier toont dat eenvoud ook prachtig kan zijn. Vooral dit zinnetje:

Do you really think
Shell pull through ?
Do you really think
Shell pull through ?
Do ...

Dit is het enige wat een tekst moet doen : op de emoties spelen. Je hoeft niet altijd superintelligent te willen overkomen want eenvoud is soms ook erg mooi

Black Star - Thieves in the Night (Mos Def & Talib Kweli):

[Talib Kweli]
"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it
Was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin later than usual
Waitin' on someone to pity us
While we findin beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate that's ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat
of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary

[M.D.] Not strong
[T.K.] Only aggressive
[M.D.] Not free
[T.K.] We only licensed
[M.D.] Not compassioniate, only polite
[T.K.] Now who the nicest?
[M.D.] Not good but well behaved
[T.K.] Chasin after death
so we can call ourselves brave?
[M.D.] Still livin like mental slaves
[both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
[both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice

[Mos Def]
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all

[Mos Def]
A lot of people don't understand the true criteria of things
Can't just accept the appearance
Have to get the true essence

[Talib Kweli]
They ain't lookin around

[M.D.] Not strong
[T.K.] Only aggressive
[M.D.] Not free
[T.K.] We only licensed
[M.D.] Not compassioniate, only polite
[T.K.] Now who the nicest?
[M.D.] Not good but well behaved
[T.K.] Chasin after death
so we can call ourselves brave?
[M.D.] Still livin like mental slaves
[both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
[both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
[both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
[both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice

"Thieves in The Night" is echt een prachtig nummer, geïnspireerd op Toni Morrison's roman "The Bluest Eye"

stukje uit het boek:
"And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life."

.

The Gnome
(Barrett) 2:13

I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can.
A gnome named Grimble Crumble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes.
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.

He wore a scarlet tunic,
A blue green hood,
It looked quite good.
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last.
Wining, dining, biding his time.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Oooooooooomray.

Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Winding, finding places to go.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Oooooooooomray.
Ooooooooooooooomray.


Sommige mensen zullen dit kinderachtig vinden maar ik vind het prachtig, het is alsof hij een schilderij of tekening beschrijft. Ook klinkt het erg goed in de mond, een speelse tekst kan ook mooi zijn. Het hoeft toch niet altijd doodserieus te zijn ?

A Little Game van The Doors:

Once i had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game i mean
I mean the game called 'go insane'
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple.

This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose.
And i'm right here, i'm going too.
Release control, we're breaking through

The Smiths - There is a light that never goes out

Take me out tonight
Where theres music and theres people
And theyre young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and i
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please dont drop me home
Because its not my home, its their
Home, and Im welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I dont care
I dont care, I dont care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and i
Just couldnt ask)

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I dont care
I dont care, I dont care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one, da ...
Oh, I havent got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out

Deze tekst raakt me gewoon, vooral dat refrein. Het is moeilijk om te zeggen wat er zo geweldig aan is.
Mag ik voor 1 keer mijn joker inzetten Nightrider ?

En ik doe deze er ook meteen bij:

The Beatles - Rocky Racoon

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of dakota
There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young rocky in the eye, rocky didnt like that
He said Im gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon

Rocky raccoon checked into his room
Only to find gideons bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was magil and she called herself lil
But everyone knew her as nancy

Now she and her man who called himself dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said danny boy this is a showdown
But daniel was hot - he drew first and shot
And rocky collapsed in the corner

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said rocky you met your match
And rocky said, doc its only a scratch
And Ill be better, Ill be better doc as soon as I am able

Now rocky raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find gideons bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good rockys revival

Dit is gewoon een erg mooi verhaaltje, af en toe kom je wel eens nummers tegen waarbij de muziek er eigenlijk niet echt toe doet. En dit is er zo eentje, de reden hiervoor is heel simpel. De muzikant heeft iets te vertellen : een verhaal dat de luisteraar echt boeit. Rocky Racoon is echt zo'n personage om medelijden mee te krijgen, hij verliest zijn vrouw en haar nieuwe minnaar is te sterk om een lesje te leren. Hij krijgt ook een waarschuwing wanneer hij op het punt staat om ten aanval te gaan:

He said Im gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon
Rocky raccoon checked into his room
Only to find gideons bible

Maar die negeert hij gewoon waardoor het extra pijnlijk is wanneer hij op zijn ziekenbed wakker wordt en weer die bijbel aantreft. De ironie daarin vind ik prachtig gevonden en geeft het verhaaltje iets extra.

Ook dit vind ik een mooie passage :

Her name was magil and she called herself lil
But everyone knew her as nancy

Leuk dat er wat humor in de tekst zit want dat kan ik altijd apprecieren.

@ Pale-Gold : ook een goeie tekst, op welk album staat dat nummer want dat moet ik ook wel eens horen.

Je joker?

Gewoon eens een tekst plaatsen zonder uitleg wat er zo goed aan is want bij die tekst krijg ik het niet uitgelegd

Ah zo! Ik moet zeggen dat ik het zelf ook altijd een heel goed nummer heb gevonden, maar dat dat toch niet echt aan de tekst ligt. Wil je me overtuigen dan zal je toch wat uitleg moeten plaatsten

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Dit stukje doet het hem voor mij. Als mijn vriendin morgen tegen mij zegt: naast jou wil ik wel doodgaan in een autoongeluk, dan zou ik toch niet weten hoe daarop te reageren. Het is zeker romantisch om te zeggen dat je zo graag bij iemand bent maar tegelijk is het ook grappig omdat het zo abstract klinkt. Dat vind ik zo sterk aan morissey : sommige mensen vinden hem hilarisch, anderen zijn ontroerd en moeten wenen van zijn teksten.Verder vind ik het ook zeer poetisch klinken:

To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Shakespeare kan er nog heel wat van opsteken.
Ik vind het ook gewoon een mooi verhaal, 2 geliefden die samen wegrijden op weg naar een nieuwe start, het doet me iets.
Zo overtuigend genoeg ?