De titel zegt het al: vertel je MusicMaatjes wat jij de leukste/mooiste/ontroerendste songteksten vind. Ik noem alvast The Bad Touch van de Bloodhound Gang:

"Ha-ha, well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other
Very important differences
Between human beings and animals
That you should know about
I'd appreciate your input

Sweat baby, sweat baby
Sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff
That only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants
And I bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert
And you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered
Like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Comin' quicker than Fed Ex
Never reach an apex
Just like coca-cola stock
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early
Just like daylight savings time
Do it now

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let''s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

Love the kind, you clean up
With a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt
Only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific
I wanna go down in your South Seas
But I got this notion
That the motion of your ocean means
"Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs
High tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on
I'm Mr. Coffee
With an automatic drip
So show me yours, I'll show you mine
"Tool Time"
You'll Lovelett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style
So we can both watch "X-Files"

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let''s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let''s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let''s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

En die valt zeker in de categorie ontroerendste nummers?

Tsja er zijn zoveel songteksten die ik geniaal vind dus ik zal hier regelmatig wel wat posten. Vaker zijn het echter stukjes in een songtekst die ik geweldig vind. Voor nu maar even Daylight van Aesop Rock, té geniaal wat mij betreft.

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

Sanskrit teksten van Neodammerung:

asato ma sad gamaya
tamaso ma jyotir gamaya
mrtyor mamrtam gamaya

vidyam cavidyam ca yas
tad vedobhayam saha
avidyaya mrtyum tirtva

yasmin dyauh prthivi cantariksam otam
manah saha pranais ca sarvaih tam
evaikham janatha atmanam anya vacah
vimuncatha amrtasya esa setuh

indriyebhyah param mano
manasah sattvam uttamam
sattvad adhi mahan atma
mahato vyaktam uttamam

yada pancavatisthante
jnanani manasa saha
buddish ca na vicestate
tam ahum paramam gatim

Ya ya ya ya yada yadaya
Ya ya ya ya yada yada yada yada
Yada yada yada yada yada

bhidyate hrdayagranthis
chidyante sarvasamsayah
ksiyante casya karmani
tasmin drste paravare

AC/DC - Big Balls vind ik wel nogal grappig en absurd :d

I’m ever upper class high society
God’s gift to ballroom notoriety
I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I’ve got
The biggest balls of all

Chorus:
I’ve got big balls
I’ve got big balls
And they’re such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he’s got big balls
And she’s got big balls
But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all

And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I’ve got
Great balls of fire

Chorus

Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they’re held for pleasure
They’re the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It’s my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night

Chorus

And I’m just itching to tell you about them
Oh we had such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...

Ball sucker

ik ben altijd dol op de absurde teksten van Ween, bijvoorbeeld deze:

Mister, Would You Please Help My Pony?
Mister, would you please help my pony?
He's over there behind the tree
He's down in the dirt, would ya help him?
I think it's his lung

Mister would you please help my pony?
He's chewin' bark and not the leaves
He's cryin' like a baby, would you help him?
I think it's his lung

Mister, would you please help my pony?
He's down - He ain't gettin' up
He coughed up snot in the driveway
And I think his lung's fucked up
Pony, Pony, Pony

Mister, would you please help my pony?
He's over there lookin' at me
He can't talk because he's a pony
I think it's his lung

(Repeat first verse)

Dave Matthews - Gravedigger

Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954,
she lost both of her babies in the second great war
now you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground
I mean you should never have to bury your own babies
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave
could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger[i]

2pac - changes

[i]And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me

zijn nummers die net voorbij kwamen. Ik post later nog wel wat meer stukjes.

Ik hou mij nooit zo bezig met de teksten van een liedje. Ik ken vaak wel een aantal zinnen uit een nummer, maar daar is dan ook wel alles mee gezegd. Voor mij hoeft het nummer dus ook geen gecompliceerde teksten te hebben. Als het geheel maar goed in het gehoor ligt. Als dat het geval is, dan ben ik al snel tevreden.

Ooooooh, dat is ZO'n ongelooflijk mooi nummer met een ijzersterke tekst! Wow.
Dave Matthews heeft zowiezo zeer sterke lyrics...ik zal er binnenkort ook nog een paar posten, als niemand me voor is

Wellicht vind ik dit één van de mooiste lyrics ooit...

EELS - BEAUTIFUL FREAK

you're such a beautiful freak
i wish there were more just like you
you're not like all of the others


and that is why i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak
that is why i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak


some people think you have a problem
but that problem lies only with them
just 'cause you are not like the others


but that is why i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak
yeah that is why i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak


too good for this world
but i hope you will stay
and i'll be here to see
that you don't fade away


you're such a beautiful freak
i bet you are flying inside
dart down and then go for cover


and know that i
i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak
you know that i
i love you
beautiful freak, beautiful freak

Waarom ben ik hier niet van verrast dat dit van gotti komt ?

Er zijn zoveel goede lyrics voor deze jongen - schier onmogelijk om er ééntje te kiezen.

Of toch - een lijntje uit een nummer van Tommy Johnson:

" I asked her for water, and she gave me gasoline "

Simpel en toch zo treffend - daar hou ik van

De eerste keer dat ik dit nummer hoorde had ik het eerste couplet gemist en dus schrok ik wel even van de tekst. Vooral het einde doet t m in dit nummer: The Ugly Truth van Louis Logic:

Yo yo, I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys
And the features that they share with simians
Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients
They livin' off of someone's money who pays tax and has a life
While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites
And they have to have a pipe to relax on average nights
So their bastard bratty tykes all act like savage types
It's the legacy of black and Spanish guys
Beg when tea and genoas complacency of dads who have no wives
Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights
Illegitimate illiterate black should have no rights
Cuz they go from having lives to having life
And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite
Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens dealing dope need to steal a boat
And sail their monkey asses back to Africa
And seal the coast with giant gates made of steel and bolts
So we can try and save the decent white god-fearing folk

And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard
Hometown battlefield, times is hard
Crime is risin', on my horizon
And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job
A lot of folks say that the times is changing
But the more things change, the more they stay the same
And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know

Don't hand me your ethics, just credit this as rude hard speech
Cuz I'm not anti-Semitic, Jews are cheap
With every breath their breathing through large beaks
They're telling more fibs and squeezing four kids into two car seats
What a waste of white skin, heartbeats and faces like men
Nigger lovers who treat the beast as if the ape was like them
They killed to save your Christ and denied that he was God's seed
It doesn't come as a surprise that meet the Nazi's
I live to see the day that Rabbi's decree their cocks reclipped at birth
'Till there ain't a Jewish dick that works
We should take care of the rich half first on Hanukkah
And smother out their breath and words with yamakas
'Till they turn to vomiters choking on their manichevitz
Menorahs to the foreheads would make some handy weapons
'Cuz there's no room for Plandess, Goldberg, and Blooms
We'll just wipe them off the face of the earth

[Chorus]

You know who probably hurts us most
Those sneaky guys with chinky eyes and the turban folks
Godheads who settle on our urban coast
I wish that they would drop dead, buying up convenience stores and restaurants
Either or they sneaking and I'm tired of the lenient laws
Treatin' them like real Americans when after all
These rice eating heathens even eat their cats and dogs
And that's because their misers, fucking cabbies in a hurry
Covered in the stench of curry, and they're awful drivers
The law provides us with no means of protection
Not even a weapon to stop the evil conception
And my people are threatened by the rate at which they multiply
Alarming enough to make the true patriots pulses high
Cult is like worship, Hindu and Buddhist rituals
Our lord Christ returning is grave due to his principles
The way they're taking bread from the truly blessed sons
I have to say the only good brown and yellow folks are dead ones

[Chorus]

I'd like to add lastly, AIDS ain't a disease
We should take tainted IV's and jam up the pillow-biting fags ass cheeks
And dykes are twice as bad what kinda woman doesn't like to shag
No dick for those chicks, what kinda life is that?
We got mar tsars fighting for the rights of drag queens and queers
Who's sperm's on like germ farms breeding fear
The fucking fairies need braziers, high heels, and dick
The stuff so scary to even hear it I'm feeling sick
Your body parts got a right feeling fit, silly fairy
Nobody wants fags and dykes to join the military
We'd be better off killing every bitchy lesbian
And wimpy feminine men than to let them in
Then again I know it seems like I'm the devil's riding henchmen
But no one on this earth loves all of god's inventions
Not to mention, I got a date to try and talk to Satan
And lots of tension, cuz I'm late for my inauguration

Right this way, Governor Bush

Ik zat inderdaad de eerste keer ook met verbazing te luisteren, maar die laatste zin maakte het ineens van een ongelofelijk fout nummer een ongelofelijk geniaal nummer

Vanaf de allereerste knuppel en steen die werd gepakt
Zijn er mensen op de vlucht, voor andere mensen op jacht
Dus wie dacht dat we van naturen vredelievend waren
Is een blije optimist of een of andere halve gare
Ware het niet dat we weten dat het mogelijk is
Maar hoe zorgelijk mis is die Jantje Pik Pis Mis
’T Is gebeurd en nu nog
Moeten mensen op de vlucht voor terreur, ja toch
Ik zeg het (he) je zal er maar geboren worden
Ze moorden, dus moest je maar op de vlucht voor die hoorden
De plek waar je dan een veilig heenkomen zocht
Zeggen ze vol is vol en dat pand is opgekocht
Alles op de tocht dan breekt mijn dure sneaker
Dan vloek ik binnensmond en rap mijn mening artistieker
Kennelijk is het heden hoe meer je leeft in vrede
Hoe meer je doof wordt van andere lui smeekbeden
Je open hebt gestreden, familieleden overleden
We hebben nieuwe grondwet en troonreden
En nu tevreden vergeet je langzaam dat verleden
Het is godverdomme nog maar zestig jaar geleden
Hé Nog steeds zijn ze een potje Risk aan het spelen
Dat zijn andere werelddelen, dus dat kan je wat schelen
Helemaal niets, ja één ding zie je als een verlies
Dus flip maar niet, dat negatieve reisadvies
Maar laat ze lekker daar blijven en elkaar afmaken
Vergeet Genève-afspraken hoor ik vaker en vaker
Asielzoekers worden beschouwd als irritant
Die landgrenzen dicht, steekt je kop in het zand
Tolerant, we lullen over zinloos geweld
D’r worden verderop onschuldigen met machetes geveld
Ik ben geen held, maar verzet me tegen die politiek
Verzet gaat verder dan grenzen, verzet zit ook in muziek.

Uit het nummer 'ondergronds verzet'. Een nederhop nummer van Sores en Def P. gemaakt t.g.v. een documentaire van de RVU. Geweldige tekst, met name de laatste zin.

Mooi stukje trouwens uit die documentaire was waarin een oud verzetsstrijder vertelde waar ze zich verstopten wanneer de Duitsers langs kwamen. Kerel verteld: "en we hadden hier een plekje achter de wastafel. Dat plankje hadden we zelf gemaakt zo"

Def P.: "De echte onderduikert ken niet zonder de gamma"

Is That All There Is- Peggy Lee

Is that all there is?/
Is that all there is?/
If that's all there is, my friend/
Then let's keep dancin'/
Let's break out the booze/
And have a ball/
If that's all there is/

Nooit woorden gehoord die meer waar zijn dan deze

Het debuutalbum van Counting Crows staat vol met prachtige teksten en ik heb deze er uitgepikt. Ik zal later ook nog wat andere teksten van deze cd hier plaatsen

Counting Crows - Round Here

Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain,
through myself and back again.
Where?
I don't know Maria says she's dying.
Through thedoor, I hear her crying
Why?
I don't know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house,
takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands
Sleeping children got to run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning
She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh....I know it's only in my head."
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling."
Then she looks up at the building
and says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
she must be tired of something.
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late

En natuurlijk mag ik de volgende songtekst niet vergeten Het is voor mij een van de betere nummers ooit gemaakt en de woorden weten je te raken. Vooral dat laatste couplet.

Metallica - One

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh God help me Hold my breath as I wish for
Death
Oh please God, help me

Darkness Imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine Has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with a life in Hell

By The Sea van Suede

She can walk out anytime, anytime she wants to walk out , that's fine,
She can walk out anytime, anytime she feels that life has passed her by,
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground,
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground.

He can walk out anytime, anytime he wants to walk out, that's fine,
He can walk out anytime, across the sand, into the sea, into the brine,
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground,
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground.

So we sold the car and quit the job
and shook some hands and wiped the make-up right off,
And we said our good-byes to the bank
left Seven Sisters for a room in a seaside shack,
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground,
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground...

...it's by the sea we'll breed
...into the sea we'll bleed...

Helemaal mee eens Art, vergeet Rain King niet...

Niet serieus: Dikke LUL Band - P**pen, Be**en, N**ken (slaat nergens op, maar wel erg grappig)

Serieus: Blöf - Mooie Dag (en dan ook vooral die laatste zin - had ik niet verwacht)

tekst die mij het meest verraste aan het eind:

Ze hoort hoe hij de trap op komt
Hoe hij zachtjes in zichzelf praat
Zijn sleutels uit z'n jaszak haalt
En ze drie keer vallen laat

Ze hoort de sleutel in het slot
De deur die toch al open stond
Ze weet zijn schoenen in zijn hand
Ze hoort zijn schoenen op de grond

Hij zal niet zeggen waar hij was
Zij zal er niet over beginnen
Ze is van buiten nog zo sterk
Maar zo moe van binnen
Morgen is ze weg

Want ze heeft het wel gehad
Zo gaat het nu al jaren
Ze weet niet eens meer zeker
Of ze ooit gelukkig waren
Maar morgen is ze weg
Morgen is ze weg
Ze ziet hem door haar wimpers heen
Hij heeft één lichtje aangedaan
Nu krijgt hij z'n blouse niet uit
Want hij heeft zijn jas nog aan

En ze ruikt hem als hij naast haar ligt
Met open ogen op z'n rug
Hij mompelt welterusten
Zij zucht iets onverstaanbaars terug

Hij zal niet zeggen waar hij was
Zij zal er niet over beginnen
Ze is van buiten nog zo sterk
Maar zo moe van binnen
Morgen is ze weg
Morgen is ze weg
Al zoveel nachten zo gelegen,
Al zo vaak bij hem weggegaan
Al zoveel anderen ontmoet
en al zo vaak niet gedaan
Maar morgen is ze weg

Want ze heeft het wel gehad
Ze heeft het lang genoeg verborgen
Lang alleen zal hij het niet redden
Dan zal een ander voor hem zorgen
Maar morgen is ze weg, m
Morgen is ze weg

Of anders overmorgen

Die laatste zin gooit het hele nummer om. Genialiteit.

Nu we toch in ons Moerstaal bezig zijn:

Wanneer geef jij je bloot, laat jij jezelf eens zien
Ben je bang voor anderen of voor jezelf misschien
Ik probeer je scherp te volgen, toch blijf je vaag voor mij
En voor ieder antwoord dat je geeft komt er weer een raadsel bij

En je blijft jezelf verbergen achter de lach op jouw gezicht
Je blijft jezelf verbergen achter de lach op jouw gezicht
En nooit wordt er meer dan een tip van de sluier opgelicht

Al dring ik bij je aan, zit ik op je huid
Ik kom nooit dichter bij jou zelf, je vlucht steeds voor me uit
Zal ik ooit te weten komen, wat gaat er in je om
Of wil je een mysterie zijn, waar ik nooit achterkom

En je blijft jezelf verbergen achter de lach op jouw gezicht
Je blijft jezelf verbergen achter de lach op jouw gezicht
En nooit wordt er meer dan een tip van de sluier opgelicht

Achter iedere deur die ik open doe
doe jij een andere deur weer dicht
en zo blijf je verborgen,
nooit wordt er meer dan een tip
van de sluier opgelicht

Achter iedere deur die ik open doe
doe jij een andere deur weer dicht
en zo blijf je verborgen,
nooit wordt er meer dan een tip
van de sluier opgelicht

Achter iedere deur die ik open doe
doe jij een andere deur weer dicht
en zo blijf je verborgen,
nooit wordt er meer dan een tip
van de sluier opgelicht

Achter iedere deur die ik open doe
doe jij een andere deur weer dicht
en zo blijf je verborgen,
nooit wordt er meer dan een tip
van de sluier opgelicht

Achter iedere deur die ik open doe
doe jij een andere deur weer dicht
en zo blijf je verborgen,
nooit wordt er meer dan een tip
van de sluier opgelicht

Klinkt beter met muziek erbij maar wel een heel herkenbaar nummer vind ik.

Flip Kowlier heeft toch ook wel geniale teksten:

Min Moaten - Flip Kowlier

tlp ,is ne party dj
moa skratch solo's kant ie nie brieng
sex i zinne lust en zin leven
tlp , de gentse porno-king

bza, inne vlamsche rapper
en ne parttime vizzekluot
moj kan leute moaken lik ginjin
en tjikenen lik de de beste
mijn respect voe bza i gruot

junior i nen lady's man
zelfs o danst ie lik een jeanette
moa meiskes ti nie oljinne sex dat ie wilt
je wil liefde passie en hitte

min moaten min moaten
Ik zie under hirne
wik zoek doen zonder hidder
min moaten min moaten
'k moete mie soms wirn
voe nie sentimenteel te doen

minne moat 40 is een fenomeen
en af en toe stopt ie zelfs met babbel
moa ti hinnen ul en wik dat ie doet I machtig
't kan niemand lik 40 scrabbeln

joost i nen drummer noa min erte
zels o blonddeert ie zin oar
mor ie bouwt an een us met zin vrouwe en zin kindje
kzie ze olledrie hirne echt woar

PS: Misschien zijn deze teksten iets leuker voor mij dan de anderen omdat ik
a) de meestendie hij vermeld effectief al ontmoet heb, en dat mij broer er mee bevriendt is
b) zijn teksten snap

Een tekst waar ik gewoon kippenvel van krijg, zo machtig:

Shine through me Satan
Yes, live now through this tool of yours
Live through me, O seditious star,
and like a thousand suns shall I spread thy light

Like a thousand plagues
A thousand wars
I bind for thee the hope of man
Bound on earth, bound in heaven
Burn in me angel

Yes, burn the self to kill the human within
And fetter now these lustful limbs
Fetter the flesh, choke the sin

Laudamus te
Adoramus te

I condemn all in me that is not of thee
And now I am the light that is above all
Holy poison, holy doom

Reborn for injection in the veins of man
A mirror of fear to turn life against life
Set me free in the plan of God
Original serpent, hear me... see me... Enslave and use me
I breathe only to take the form thou wish

Quoniam tu solus sanctus
Tu solus dominus

And like a child frightened to obedience shall I do thy holy will
until eternity ends thereafter... Amen

Shine through me Satan
Yes, live now through this tool of yours
Dwell through me, O seditious star,
and like a thousand suns shall I spread thy light

Like a thousand plagues
A thousand wars
A thousand hells and a thousand storms

Glorificamus te
Oremus

Let us give praise
Extol and worship
Gratias agimus tibi propter magnam gloriam tuam
Holy poison, holy doom

Reborn for injection in the womb of wombs
A spirit of chaos, God against God
Now set me free in the plan of life
The plan of God, holy doom

A legion of spasms in the limbs of the bearer
God against God against life against all
Holy poison, holy doom...

© Funeral Mist

Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

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
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Hmm wel jammer van alle spelfouten, maar wel een geweldige tekst.

Goodbye Earl - Dixie Chicks


Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H Club
Both active in the FFA
After graduation Mary Anne went out lookin'
for a bright new world
Wanda looked all around this town
and all she found was Earl

Well it wasn't two weeks
after she got married that
Wanda started gettin' abused
She put on dark glasses and long sleeved blouses
And make-up to cover a bruise
Well she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
She let the law take it from there
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
And put her in intensive care

Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda's hand as they
worked out a plan
And it didn't take long to decided

That Earl had to die
Goodbye Earl
Those black-eyed peas
They tasted all right to me Earl
You're feeling weak
Why don't you lay down
and sleep Earl
Ain't it dark
Wrapped up in that tarp Earl

The cops by came to bring Earl in
They searched the house
high and low
Then they tipped their hats
and said "Thank You ladies
if you hear from him let us know"

Well the weeks went by and
Spring turned to Summer
And Summer faded into Fall
And it turns out he was a missing person
who nobody missed at all

So the girls bought some land
and a roadside stand
Out on Highway 109
They sell Tennessee ham
and strawberry jam
And they don't
lose any sleep at night 'cause

Earl had to die
Goodbye Earl
We need a break
Let's go out to the lake Earl
We'll pack a lunch
And stuff you in the trunk Earl
Well is that all right
Good Let's go for a ride
Earl hey

Het enige liedje waarbij ik helemaal in een deuk lag. Vooral de 5e en 6e zin zijn geniaal.

Spinal Tap - Big Bottom

The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

I met her on Monday, twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day
You know what I mean

My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

Hier delen van het nummer Big Eyed Fish (album Busted Stuff) van DMB die ik echt super vind:

Look at this big - eyed fish swimming in the sea oh
How it dreams to be a bird swoop and diving through the breeze
So one day caught a big old wave up on to the beach
Now he’s dead you see beneath the sea is where a fish should be
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You see this crazy man decided not to breathe
He turned red and blue - purple, colorful indeed
No matter how his friends begged and pleaded the man would not concede
And now he’s dead you see the silly man should know you got to breathe
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You see the little monkey sitting up in his monkey tree
One day decided to climb down and run off to the city
But look at him now lost tired living in the street
As good as dead you see what a monkey does - stay up your tree

Live maakt Dave er wel eens iets andere lyrics van en die overtreffen regelmatig deze lyrics van de studioopname.