de maan (de kift, album 'krankenhaus'), vrij naar e.m. remarque

de avond was vochtig en kil
flarden wolken zeilden laag over de stad
en voor het café waren ronde kolenkachels neergezet
het vuur in de kachels kraakte
een man met een viool koos zich een plaatsje
bij de stoeprand en begon te spelen
de voorbijgangers botsten tegen hem aan
de strijkstok snerpte, maar de man speelde voort
bij hun tafeltje kwam een man die amandeltjes verkocht
en achter hem aan kwam een jongen
met gedresseerde muizen
hij liet ze dansen op het marmeren tafelblad
en hij liet ze tegen z’n mouw oplopen
voor de tweede maal verscheen de violist
maar ditmaal droeg hij een hoed en speelde
“parlez-moi d’amour”
het vuur in de kachels kraakte
en buiten was het winderig en kouder geworden
de wolken joegen hoger en sneller over de stad
en de maan? de maan staarde door het venster
het was niet langer een stralenkrans
het was een vette, vieze voyeur
die in kamers en bedden loert
en hij drijft als een vuile eierdooier
op de bosbesblauwe soep van de nachthemel
hij ziet er beschimmeld uit
hij zal wel stinken
zo ziek ziet de maan eruit
maar de stank komt uit de kanalen
en de man bij het raam, de hese
die ziet de maan en hij ziet de stad onder de maan
en hij steekt zijn armen uit het venster
en zijn stem krast, zijn stem krast door de nacht
zijn stem krast door de nacht als een vijl
en buiten staat de nacht
buiten staat de nacht in de straten
met haar vuilnisbakkenmeur
de kamer met de twee mannen
de ene staat voor het raam
en de ander leunt tegen de muur
breed, bleek, met een berestem
“waarom hang jij je in godsnaam niet op,
hopeloze, stinkende dweil?”
“ik? ophangen? mezelf? jij zegt dat ik
aan de lantaarn moet? ik? dat zeg jij?”
“maar jongen, waarom leef je dan?”
“waarom? waarom ik leef?
uit pure koppigheid
alleen uit pure koppigheid”

Ik heb maar een songtekst, maar die is van een liedje die het niveau bassischool niet onstijgd

Op een of andere manier vind ik dit altijd een schattige songtekst:

These words I wrote, play and sing to you
Do not convey the love I brought and bring to you
For this is a song for while I'm away
To say all the things I'd love to say

You are my life, my everything, you're all I have
You are my hopes, my dreams, my world come true
You're all I have
Please heed me now these words I have to say

Now I'm headed for the border
You see this song it ends right at the start
I swore when I was younger
No one would win my heart

And far away hills look greener still
But soon they'll all slip away
It's then I'll be returning
And I'll be coming home to stay

You are my life, my everything, you're all I have
You are my hopes, my dreams, my world come true
You're all I have
Please heed me now these words I have to say

Joanna Newsom - Inflamattory Writ
Categorie: prachtig, bijzonder grappig en verbijsterend intelligent

Oh, where is your inflammatory writ?
Your text that would incite a light,
"Be lit"?
Our music deserving devotion unswerving -
cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor.
(Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it)

And what's it mean when suddenly we're spent?
Ambition came and reared its head, and went.
Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
but you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
- just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed.

And all at once it came to me,
and i wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty
But that vestal light, it burns out with the night
in spite of all the time that we spent on it:
one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet!
While outside, the wild boars root
without bending a bough underfoot-
O it breaks my heart; I don't know how they do't.

And as for my inflammatory writ?
Well, I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit.
Advice from the master derailed that disaster;
he said "Hand that pen over to ME, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely & awful,
ululate the last Great American Novels -
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit.
(But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit.)

Art Brut - We Formed a Band (maar ook My Little Brother, Emily Kane en eigenlijk heel Bang Bang Rock & Roll)
Categorie: hilarisch en briljant

Formed a band, we formed a band, look at us, we formed a band x 4

Honeypie, I don’t know when it started, stop buying your albums from the supermarket.
They only sell records that have charted, and Art Brut, we’ve only just started.
And yes, this is my singing voice, it’s not irony, it’s not Rock & Roll, we’re just talking, to the Kids.

Formed a band, we formed a band, look at us, we formed a band x 4

We’re gonna be the band that writes the song that makes Israel and Palestine get along.
We’re gonna write a song as universal as happy Birthday, that makes sure everybody knows that everything is going to be OK, we’re going to take that song and we’re going to play it 8 weeks in a row on Top of the Pops.

Formed a band, we formed a band, look at us, we formed a band x 4

Die your hair black, never look back, my past is my business

Iron & Wine - gehele oeuvre, hier Sodom, South Georgia
Categorie: ontroerend, prachtig, briljant + nog wat willekeurige superlatieven

Papa died smiling
Wide as the ring of a bell
Gone all star white
Small as a wish in a well
And Sodom, South Georgia
Woke like a tree full of bees
Buried in Christmas
Bows and a blanket of weeds

Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, "God is good"
White tongues hang out, "God is good"

Papa died while my
Girl Lady Edith was born
Both heads fell like
Eyes on a crack in the door
And Sodom, South Georgia
Slept on an acre of bones
Slept through Christmas
Slept like a bucket of snow

Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, "God is good"
White tongues hang out, "God is good"

Placebo - Pure Morning

A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breast and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
A friend in need's a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning
Pure morning
Pure morning
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning
Pure morning
Pure morning
A friend in need's a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breast and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather

Goran Bregovic - This is a Film

This is a film about men
and a fish.
This is a film
about a dramatic relationship
between men and fish.

The man stands between life and death.
The man thinks.
The horse thinks.
The sheep thinks.
The cow thinks.
The dog thinks.

The fish doesn't think.
The fish is mute.
Expressionless.

The fish doesn't think,
'cause the fish knows.

Everything.

The fish knows.

Everything.

Stef Bos - Tussen de Liefde en de Leegte

Ik blijf mijn hele leven reizen
Ik volg de wegen van de twijfel
Ik zoek naar wat ik nooit zal vinden
Want ik wil dwars door de dood heen zingen

Ik wil proberen iets te maken
Ik wil niet breken, ik wil niet haten
Maar op zoek naar mooie woorden
Heb ik de liefde vaak verloren

Ik ben altijd onderweg
Ik ben altijd onderweg
Ik leef onrustig en onzeker
Tussen de liefde en de leegte
Ik ben altijd onderweg
Ik ben altijd onderweg
Ik leef onrustig en onzeker
Tussen de liefde en de leegte

Dit is geen leven om te delen
En toch is heel m'n hart van jou
Maar laat me niet teveel beloven
Want ik blijf m'n dromen trouw

En ik wil nog zoveel woorden zingen
Het is een passionele drang
Ik wil alleen
En alleen bij jou zijn
Maar ik vind nooit de balans

Dus ik blijf altijd onderweg
Ik blijf altijd onderweg
Ik reis onrustig en onzeker
Tussen de liefde en de leegte
Ik ben altijd onderweg
Ik blijf altijd onderweg
Ik reis onrustig en onzeker
Tussen de liefde en de leegte

Yes I've Walked The Path Thats Righteous, Many Men Have Walked Before, Yeah This Pain Cell, The Broken Shell, Scraped, Shackled Onto The Floor, So Welcome To The World That I Lived In, Puking Out Violent Hate, My World Entered A False Recluse, Sickening From Disease, But Then I See, This Thing In Me, Make Me Want It More Than You, But I Deny Your Flesh, Cause Pain's My Wish, Racing On Self Destruct.

So Hold On To The End...

Its All About The Blood, The Sweat, The Tears, A Tribute To The Strength Built Through The Years.

Oh Yes I've Walked The Path That , Gives Me Confidence Strong And Pure, Now I Realized That Freedom Rises , From Comfort In The Source, I Built These Walls Around Me, And I Can't Break Them All Away, And I Focus On The Strength I Call, Insufferable And Insane.

So Hold On To The End...

Its All About The Blood, The Sweat, The Tears, A Tribute To The Strength Built Through The Years, A Tribute To Soul...

Take This, Focus, Madness, To Take...

...Hold...On...On...On...

Hold On.. Falling.. Please Let Go.. Hold On.. I'm Falling... I'm Falling Down Again...

Its All About The Blood, The Sweat, The Tears, Attribute To The Strength Built Through The Years.

A Tribute Cos Time Will Set 'Em Off, Cos Time Will Set 'Em Off.

woman van John Lennon!

prachtig hoe hij in dit nummer zijn diepe liefde verklaart voor zijn vrouw, Yoko.

Woman I can hardly express,
My mixed emotion at my thoughtlessness,
After all I'm forever in your debt,
And woman I will try express,
My inner feelings and thankfullness,
For showing me the meaning of succsess,
oooh well, well,
oooh well, well,

Woman I know you understand
The little child inside the man,
Please remember my life is in your hands,
And woman hold me close to your heart,
However, distant don't keep us apart,
After all it is written in the stars,
oooh well, well,
oooh well, well,

Woman please let me explain,
I never mean(t) to cause you sorrow or pain,
So let me tell you again and again and again,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah)...


die man was een regelrechte poeet

Out of the engine, came the flame with a name

It Burned up my mind, it made me insane

The Eyes of Texas - Masters of Reality

geniaal:)

joy

Normaal - Drieteri-je blues

ik zat laatst te schijten op de plee
en ik persen as een idioot
moar 't duren wel een uur of twee
eindelijk kwam der een grote köttel stront
en die stonk zo afschuwelijk
ik sodemieterde bi-jna, bi-jna op de grond
yeah, yeah, da's pas, da's pas blues

't porselijn van de pot dat knapten an diggelen
en de stank die werd zo erg
dat mien de tranen, dat mien de tranen
oaver de wangen biggelden
de stront die klotsten deur de hele keuken
en de neuse begon mien afschuwelijk te jeuken
toen kreeg ik, toen kreeg ik de blues
yeah, bokse vol blues

de gemeente reiniging most er an te pas kommen
en die luu kwamen an 't vluuken en an 't grommen brr gotverdomme
de stront die klotsten deur de hele stroat
dus høkers kiek goed uut
veurdat i-j weer an 't, an 't schijten goat
i-j soliciteerd noar de blues, de drieteri-je
de drieteri-je blues

Modest Mouse - This Devil's Workday:



Geniaal nummer

Ik kan het toch niet laten om 'm nog eens op te voeren:

Het is belangrijk bij zo'n kindje dat wanneer jij op haar past
Dat jij haar niet heter dan veertig graden wast
En niet centrifugeren anders loopt de trommel vast
Laatst bij het logeren kwam mijn nichtje aan mijn bed
'Oom Herman ik heb hoofdpijn' ik zei 'kom maar in mijn bed'
Nee oom Herman ik heb hoofdpijn zeg ik net

Ik vond dit wel een goeie tekst, van Loudon Wainwright

Loudon Wainwright- A Hard Day On The Planet

The dollar went down and the President said
“Who’s in charge, now?” I don’t know, take your pick.
A new disease every day and the old ones are coming back
Things are looking kind of gray, like they’re going to black

Don’t turn on the TV, don’t show me the paper
(I) don’t want to know he got kidnapped or why they all raped her
I want to go on vacation ‘till the pressure lets up
But they keep hijacking airplanes and blowing them up

(Refrain)
It’s been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It’s getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth.

It’s hot in December and cold in July
When it rains it pours out of a poisonous sky
In California the body counts keep getting higher
It’s evil out there, man that state is always on fire.

Everyone has a system, but they can’t seem to win
Even Bob Geldorf looks alarmingly thin
I got to get on that shuttle get me out of this place
But there’s gonna be warfare up there in outer space
(Refrain)
I’ve got clothes on my back and shoes on my feet
A roof over my head and something to eat
My kids are all healthy and my folks are alive
You know, it’s amazing but sometimes I think I’ll survive

I’ve got all of my fingers and all of my toes
I’m pretty well off I guess, I suppose
So how come I feel bad so much of the time?
A man ain’t an island—John Dunn wasn’t lying
(Refrain)
It’s business as usual; some things never change
It’s unfair, it’s tough, unkind and it’s strange
We don’t seem to learn; we can’t seem to stop
Maybe some explosions would close up the shop

You know, maybe that would be fine: we would be off the hook
We resolved all our problems, never mind what it took
And it all would be over, finito, the end
Until the survivers started up all over again
(Refrain)

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the king's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Natuurlijk The end van the doors, met meesterschrijfer, Jim Morrison.

In Genres > Overigen > Songteksten die je bijblijven:

Weten jullie ook een paar regels songtekst die altijd in je hoofd blijven zitten?

Voor mij zijn dat bijvoorbeeld de regels uit Chocolate Cake van Crowded House:

Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber,
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown.

Astral Weeks:

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
From the far side of the ocean
If I put the wheels in motion
And I stand with my arms behind me
And Im pushin on the door
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
There you go
Standin with the look of avarice
Talkin to huddie ledbetter
Showin pictures on the wall
Whisperin in the hall
And pointin a finger at me
There you go, there you go
Standin in the sun darlin
With your arms behind you
And your eyes before
There you go
Takin good care of your boy
Seein that hes got clean clothes
Puttin on his little red shoes
I see you know hes got clean clothes
A-puttin on his little red shoes
A-pointin a finger at me
And here I am
Standing in your sad arrest
Trying to do my very best
Lookin straight at you
Comin through, darlin
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me
Would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
To be born again
In another world
In another world
In another time
Got a home on high
Aint nothing but a stranger in this world
Im nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high
In another land
So far away
So far away
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
We are goin up to heaven
We are goin to heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
In another face


The Way Young Lovers Do:


We strolled through fields all wet with rain
And back along the lane again
There in the sunshine
In the sweet summertime
The way that young lovers do

I kissed you on the lips once more
And we said goodbye just adoring the nighttime
Yeah, thats the right time
To feel the way that young lovers do

Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were
And the way that we were meant to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
And you were for me
And then we danced the night away
And turned to each other, say, i love you, I love you
The way that young lovers do

Do, do, do, do...

Then we sat on our star and dreamed of the way that we were and the way
That we wanted to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
And you were for me
I went on to dance the night away
And turned to each other, say, i love you, baby, I love you
The way that young lovers do, lovers do, lovers do

Do, do, do, do....

Artist: Einstuerzende Neubauten
Album: Haus Der Lüge
Year: 1989
Title: Haus Der Lüge


Erstes Geschoss:
Hier leben die Blinden
die glauben was sie sehen
und die Tauben
die glauben was sie hören
festgebunden auf einem Küchenhocker
sitzt ein Irrer, der glaubt
alles was er anfassen kann
(seine Hände liegen im Schoss)

Zweites Geschoss:
Rolle für Rolle
Bahn für Bahn
Rauhfaser tapeziert
in den Gängen stehen Mieter herum
Betrachten die Wände aufmerksam
suchen darauf Bahn um Bahn
nach Druck- und Rechtschreibfehlern
könten nicht mal ihren Namen entziffern


Auf ins nächste Geschoss:
Welches, oh Wunder! nie fertiggestellt
nur über die Treppe erreicht werden kann
–
-
-
-
-
-
-

hier lagern Irrtümer, die gehören der Firma
damit kacheln sie die Böden
an die darf keiner ran

Viertes Geschoss:
Hier wohnt der Architekt
er geht auf in seinem Plan
dieses Gebäude steckt voller Ideen
es reicht von Funda- bis Firmament
und vom Fundament bis zur Firma


Im Erdgeschoss:
Befinden sich vier Türen
die führen
direkt ins Freie
oder besser gesagt. in den Grundstein
da kann warten wer will
um zwölf kommt Beton
Grundsteinlegung!
Gedankengänge sind gestrichen
in Kopfhöhe braun
infam oder katholisch violett
zur besseren Orientierung

Dachgeschoss:
Es hat einen Schaden
im Dachstuhl sitzt ein alter Mann
auf dem Boden tote Engel verstreut
(deren Gesichter sehen ihm ähnlich)
zwischen den Knien hält er ein Gewehr
er zielt auf seinen Mund
und in den Schädel
durch den Schädel
und aus dem Schädel heraus
in den Dachfirst
dringt das Geschoss

Gott hat sich erschossen
ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut
Gott hat sich erschossen
Ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut
Ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut

EPILOG

Untergeschoss:
Dies ist ein Keller
hier lebe ich
dies hier ist dunkel
feucht und angenehm
dies hier ist ein Schoss

Tears For Fears:
Start of the breakdown:

Scratch the ice
Let the telephone ring
Sense of time is a powerful thing
And we love to laugh
Love to cry
Half alive
We love to
Go slow when we're dancing for rain
Dry skin flakes where there's ice in the vien
And we love to cry
Half alive

Is this the start of the breakdown ?

Scratch the earth
Dig the burial ground
Sense of time won't be easily found
And ten out of ten
For the ones who defend
Pretend too
Breakdown is a final demand
( We stand firm with our heads in our hands )
As we love to to cry
Half alive

Is this the start of the breakdown ?
I can't understand you
Is this the start of the breakdown ?

Standing on the corner of the third world:


Man, I never slept so hard
I never dreamt so well
Dreaming, I was safe in life
Like mussels in a shells
Rolling and controlling all the basements and the backroads of our lives

Fill thier dreams with big fast cars
Fill thier heads with sand
Holy white we'll paint the town
The colour of our flag
Hey there little lady has your baby got the look of some old man ?
Standing on the corner of the third world

Hungry men will close their minds
Ideas are not their food
Notions fall on stony ground
Where passions are subdued
Colour all the madness for the madness is the thorn that's in our side
Standing on the corner of the third world

When we gonna learn ?
Who we gonna turn to ?
The promises they make
The call for attention
Compassion is the fashion
Free to earn, our pockets burn
We buy for love
Die for love

Hold me I'm crying
Hold me I'm dying

Maar ene die zeker niet kan missen is 'Life got cold' van Girls Aloud:

We text as we eat, as we listen to the freaks
As we wait for the right of way
We text as we talk, we're running as we walk
Cos we surf our little souls away
We smoke as we choke, as we sink another coke
And we grin when it blows our mind
We skate as we date, as we slowly suffocate
We're running, we're running, we're running out of time

My life got cold
It happened many years ago
When summer slipped away
So chill now whoa
We've gotten many years to go
So take it day by day

And long ago I lost my soul
To some forgotten dream
But, how was I supposed to know
It wasn't what it seemed
And even though the last hello
Has left me on the floor
I don't believe in Romeo's and heroes anymore

We spend as we lend
Cos we're happy to pretend
Everything's gonna be OK
We shake as we wake
Never give until we take
And we hate when we have to pay
We flirt while we work
To forget about the hurt
And the trash that we left behind
We sink as we swim
The ice is wearing thin
We're running, we're running, we're running out of time

My life got cold
It happened many years ago
When summer slipped away
So chill now whoa
We've gotten many years to go
So take it day by day

And long ago I lost my soul
To some forgotten dream
But, how was I supposed to know
It wasn't what it seemed
And even though the last hello
Has left me on the floor
I don't believe in Romeo's and heroes anymore

My life got cold
It happened many years ago
When summer slipped away
So chill now whoa
We've gotten many years to go
So take it day by day

And long ago I lost my soul
To some forgotten dream
But, how was I supposed to know
It wasn't what it seemed
And even though the last hello
Has left me on the floor
I don't believe in Romeo's and heroes anymore

En Advertising Space van Robbie Williams:

There's no earthly way of knowing
What was in your heart
When it stopped going
The whole world shook
A storm was blowing through you

Waiting for God to stop this
And up to your neck in darkness
Everyone around you was corrupted
Saying somethin'

There's no dignity in death
To sell the world your last breath
They're still fighting over
Everything you left over

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profit s go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

Through your eyes
The world was burning
Please be gentle
I'm still learning
You seemed to say
As you kept turning up

They poisoned you with compromise
At what point did you realise
Everybody loves your life
But you ahahh

Special agent for the man
Through watergate and vietnam
No one really gave a damn
Did you think the CIA did

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistake
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space ooooohh

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

I've seen your daughter
Man shes cute
I was scared but I wanted to
Boy she looks a lot like you

JEFFERSON AIRPLANE - WHITE RABBIT

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
To call Alice
When she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head!

Pearl Jam - Black

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun.

Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn. And all I taught her was everything, I know she gave me all that she wore. And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds of what was everything. The pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear? And twisted thoughts that spin round my head, I'm spinning, I'm spinning, How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black, tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star, you're in somebody else's sky, but why can't it be mine

Uit datzelfde nummer heb ik dat met de zin:

"I saw elvis presley walk out of a seven eleven"

Die zin vloeit prachtig.

(Ik kende overigens de titel van het nummer en de band niet, voor ik jouw postje las, maar soms hoorde ik het op de radio.)

Into the Mystic...


We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

Too late to stop now...



Misschien niet de beste, maar ik vindt hem wel echt heel erg mooi..

Final Fantasy - I'm Afraid of Japan

Nippon, won't you take me into your arms and make me
Into a sergeant, emboldened and enlargened
For some the spell was shafted, but I am in your sway
Yes, I am still enchanted by the ways of yesterday

To the public park I walk with my new wife
And in the summer heat, I lose my head
I tell her that the army needs a modus operandi
I tell her where I really went that evening in Chelsea
I tell her I don't think I'll last another single night
She says, Yeah, right

If I do it with an ice pick, will I come back as a jock?
If I fast until starvation will I be born again a Christian?
I hear that death by burning means returning as a girl
But only by seppuku can I retain my virtue

But all my efforts have only made
An army of greedy gays
Will no one read The Sound Of Waves?
Oh, oh, I am afraid.

Hoewel ik Duran Duran niet het beste van de jaren 80 vind is 'The Wild Boys' toch een heerlijke tekst. (Zeker het couplet na het eerste refrein, daar zitten zo'n goede zinnen in):

The wild boys are calling
On their way back from the fire
In august moon's surrender to
A dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
Reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail
Because there's murder by the roadside
In a sore afraid new world

They tried to break us,
Looks like they'll try again

Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine

You got sirens for a welcome
There's bloodstain for your pain
And your telephone been ringing while
You're dancing in the rain
Wild boys wonder where is glory
Where is all you angels
Now the figureheads have fell
And lovers war with arrows over
Secrets they could tell

They tried to tame you
Looks like they'll try again

Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine

Pink Floyd - Bike

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

ok, de kleine tekst van het nummer "She's Not You" van Elvis.

Het is klein en heel simpel, maar wat ik ook al eens eerder ergens heb gezegd, het zegt zoveel...


Her hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue
She’s all the things a girl should be,
But she’s not you.

She knows just how to make me laugh when I feel blue
She’s ev’rything a man could want,
But she’s not you.

And when we’re dancing
It almost feels the same
I’ve got to stop myself from
Whisp’ring your name

She even kisses me like you used to do.
And it’s just breaking my heart
’cause she’s not you.

Slint - Breadcrumb Trail. Een mooie short story. Ik snap de link met het piratenschip uit Good Morning Captain nog niet.

I stepped out onto the midway. I was looking for the pirate
ship and saw this small, old tent at one end. It was blue,
and had white lights hanging all around it. I decided to check
out the tent, it seemed I could hear music coming from inside.
As I walked toward it, I passed a crowd of people at the sideshow.
I couldn't figure out why they would want to wait in line. I
pulled back the drape thing on the tent. There was a crystal
ball at the table, and behind it, a girl wearing a hat. She
smiled, and asked me if I wanted my fortune read. I said okay,
and sat down. I thought about it for a minute, and asked her
if she would rather go on the roller coaster instead.

Creeping up into the sky. Stopping, at the top and,
starting down. The girl grabbed my hand, I clutched it
tight. I said good-bye to the ground.

Far below, a soiled man. A bucket of torn tickets at his side.
He watches as the children run by. And picks his teeth. Spinning
'Round, my head begins to turn. I shouted, and searched the sky
for a friend. I heard the fortune teller, screaming back at me.
We stuck out our hands, and met the winds.

The girl falters as she steps down from the platform. She
clutches her stomach, and begins to heave. The ticket-taker
smiles, and the last car is ready. Who told you that you
could leave?

The sun was setting by the time we left. We walked across
the deserted lot, alone. We were tired, but we managed to smile.
And the gate I said goodnight to the fortune teller. The
carnival sign threw colored shadows on her face, but I could
tell she was blushing.

Mooiste tekst van Metallica, ik vindt het iets zeer mystieks hebben en toch aanklagend. Het nummer duurt in totaal 9:45.

...AND JUSTICE FOR ALL

Halls of Justice Painted Green
Money Talking
Power Wolves Beset Your Door
Hear Them Stalking
Soon You'll Please Their Appetite
They Devour
Hammer of Justice Crushes You
Overpower

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Apathy Their Stepping Stone
So Unfeeling
Hidden Deep Animosity
So Deceiving
Through Your Eyes Their Light Burns
Hoping to Find
Inquisition Sinking You
With Prying Minds

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Lady Justice Has Been Raped
Truth Assassin
Rolls of Red Tape Seal Your Lips
Now You're Done in
Their Money Tips Her Scales Again
Make Your Deal
Just What Is Truth? I Cannot Tell
Cannot Feel

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price We Pay
Nothing Can Save Us

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real