Toen schreven ze nog eens teksten .Politiek tintje ! top.
Sad but true is dan weer stuk simpeler
ADIOS!!!, BOB ROCK, GEEF MIJ THE EARLY DAYS MAAR

Hold You in my Arms - Ray Lamontagne

When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
My worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
That love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever

Ik heb al te vaak aangehaald, maar Part 3 van DT's Octavarium is gewoon briljant

sailing on the seven seize the day tripper diem's ready
jack the ripper owens wilson phillips and my supper's ready
lucy in the sky with diamond daves not here I come to save the
day for nightmare cinema show me the way to get back home
again

[Running forward
Falling back]
Spinning round and round
[Looking outward
Reaching in]
Scream without a sound

[Leaning over
Crawling up]
Stumbling all around
[Losing my place
Only to]
Find I've come full circle

flying off the handle with careful with
that axe eugene gene the dance machine
messiah light my fire gabba gabba
hey hey my my generation's home
again

[Running forward
Falling back]
Spinning round and round
[Looking outward
Reaching in]
Scream without a sound

[Leaning over
Crawling up]
Stumbling all around
[Losing my place
Only to]
Find I've come full circle

Ik ben echt geen fan van de Nederlandse taal maar dit is toch geweldig.
Testament-Boudewijn De Groot
Na 22 jaren in dit leven,
maak ik het testament op van mijn jeugd.
Niet dat ik geld of goed heb weg te geven,
voor slimme jongen heb ik nooit gedeugd.
Maar ik heb nog wel wat mooie idealen,
goed van snit hoewel ze uit de mode zijn.
Wie ze hebben wil, die mag ze komen halen,
vooral jonge mensen vinden ze nog fijn.
Aan mijn broertje dat zo graag wil gaan studeren,
laat ik met plezier 't adres na van mijn kroeg,
waar 'k teveel dronk om een vrouw te imponeren,
en daarna de klappen kreeg waarom ik vroeg.
En dan heb ik nog een stuk of wat vriendinnen,
die welopgevoed en zeer verstandig zijn,
en waarmee je dus geen donder kunt beginnen,
maar misschien krijgt iemand anders ze wel klein.

Voor mijn neefjes zijn mijn onvervulde wensen,
wel wat kinderlijk, maar ach ze zijn zo diep.
Ik behoorde immer tot die groep van mensen,
voor wie 't geluk toch altijd harder liep.
Aan mijn vrienden laat ik gaarne het vermogen,
om verliefd te worden op een meisjeslach.
Zelf ben ik helaas een keer teveel bedrogen,
maar wie het eens proberen wil die mag.
Mijn vriendinnetje, ik laat je alle nachten,
dat ik tranen om jouw ontrouw heb gestort,
maar onthou dit wel, ik zal geduldig wachten
tot ik lach omdat jij ook belazerd wordt.
En de leraar die me altijd placht te dreigen :
jongen, jij komt nog op het verkeerde pad,
kan tevrede zijn en hoeft niets meer te krijgen,
dit wil zeggen : hij heeft toch gelijk gehad.

Voor mijn ouders is het album met de plaatjes,
die zo vals getuigen van een blijde jeugd
Maar ze tonen niet de zouteloze praatjes,
die een kind opvoeden in eer en deugd
En verder krijgen ze alle dwaze dingen terug,
die ze mij teveel geleerd hebben, die tijd
Ze kunnen mij tenslotte ook niet dwingen,
groot te worden zonder diep berouw en spijt
En dan heb ik ook nog enkele goede vrienden,
maar die hebben al genoeg van mij gehad
Dus ik gun ze nu het loon dat ze verdienden :
alle drank die ze van mij hebben gejat
Verder niets, er zijn alleen nog een paar dingen,
die ik houdt omdat geen mens er iets aan heeft
Dat zijn mijn goede jeugdherinneringen,
die neem je mee zolang je verder leeft.

En de mooiste tekst ooit is waar ik kun op kom..:
It's Alright Ma(I'm Only Bleeding)-Bob Dylan
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only

voor alle zuurpruimen op muziekmeter


ONTEVREDEN

raymond van het groenewoud


Nooit tevreden, nooit content
En iedereen kan de boom in
Vol verbittering, haat en nijd
Moedeloosheid is koning
Helder weer, helder hoofd
Het lijkt zo lang geleden
En ik ben toch zo graag ontevreden
Oh, ik ben toch zo graag ontevreden

Heel mijn wereld, één hoop stront
Dat hebt u goed geroken
Heel mijn leven, doffe brij
Het zit in al mijn knoken
'k Sta hier hoog, maar ik val
Gewillig naar beneden
En ik ben toch zo graag ontevreden
Ja, ik ben toch zo graag ontevreden

Soms draag ik m'n steentje bij
Tot gezelligheid
Maar af en toe moet ik mijn eitje
Nee, niet één klein eitje
Maar een massa kiekens kwijt

'k Zou wel willen, maar het gaat niet
Om de zon, om de zon te zien
En ik weet, en ik weet, en ik weet
Dat ik eigenlijk een pak slaag verdien
Helder zicht, helder hoofd
Het lijkt zo lang geleden
En ik ben toch zo graag ontevreden

Nas - I Gave You Power

Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun
I can't believe this shit....
Word up.. (word up..)

I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads

How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild

Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand

How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild

Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!

Morphine - The Other Side

Going down to the river
There's a man I wanna see
Yea he's the ferryman
He'll recognize me
I'm going down now to the riverside
There's a place I wanna be
I'm going to talk to the ferryman
He'll be expecting me
I'm crossing over now to the other side
Life is better there on the other side
The grass is greener there on the other side
And I I get even there on the other side
And everything will turn out all right
On the other side
I'm crossing over now to the other side
The other side
I walked by the church house late last night
Yea I walked by the church house but I didn't go inside
Cause I I once slept with the preacher's wife
She handed me a ticket to the other side
I'm crossing over now to the other side
To the other side

Prachtig nummer, met een geniale tekst!

En natuurlijk...

Verse One:

I met this girl, when I was 10 years old
And what I loved most, she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
on the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
cuz' we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

[Chorus]
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1, 2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
comm-sense ya'll and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
you act yo, we gotta be the sure shock


Verse Two:

Now periodically I would see
ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin' thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
But not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way?
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, "Afrocentricity, was of the past."
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

[Chorus]
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat comm gotta be the sure shock

Verse Three:

I might've failed to mention that the chick was creative
But once the man got to her, he altered the native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop

Archive - Now and then

Every now and then
You hold me
And now and then
You're there
Every now and then
You show me
That now and then
You care
Now and then
You love me
Now and then
Means everything to me
To me

Gewoon een mooie tekst...

Vaya Con Dios - Heading for a fall

A turn of the key
And the door is pushed open, now
He walks into the roon
But doesn't take off his coat
Kisses me softly
Without saying a word, now
There's that look in his eyes
That makes me feel the cold

When I try to find out
'Bout what's troubling his mind
He turns away and sights
And says: 'give me some time"
Maybe things will get better
If I learn to be patient
What I wanted was love not an imitation

And I know it
We're heading for a fall
(for a fall
We're heading for a fall)

We lie between sheets
And he stares at the ceiling now
Me, I'm trying to sleep
But I'm trembling inside
If she is haunting his dreams
Then why don't he say it now?
Why stay if it's her that he wants in the end?

If he tried to explain I'd try to understand
Maybe I'd feel the same
I'm not sure of myself
We surrendered so soon
In the arms of temptation, now
What I wanted was love not an imitation

And I know it
We're heading for a fall
(for a fall
We're heading for a fall)

Wie over geniale teksten praat, praat over Joy Division...

Isolation:


Be clear every day, every evening
It calls here aloud from above
Carefully watched for a reason
Mistaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self-preservation
>From others who care for themselves
But life as it touches perfection
Appears just like anything else

Isolation (3)
Mother, I tried, please believe me
I'm doing the best that I can
I'm ashamed of the things
I've been put through
I'm ashamed of the person I am

Isolation (3)
But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
Pleasures and wayward distraction
Is this my wonderful prize?
Isolation (5)


en ook wel...

Passover:


This is the crises I knew had to come
Destroying the balance
I'd kept
Doubting and settling and turning around
Wondering what will come next

Is this the role that you wanted to live
I was foolish to ask for so much
Without the protection and infancy's guard
It all falls apart at the first touch

Watching the reel as it comes to a close
Brutally taking its time
People who change for no reason at all
It's happening all of the time

Can I go on with this train of events
Disturbing and purging my mind
I count up my duties -
when all's said and done
I know that I'll lose every time

Moving along in our God given ways
Safety is sat by the fire
Sanctuary from these feverish smiles
Left with a mark on the door

Is this the gift that I wanted to give
Forgive and forget's
what they teach
I'll pass through the deserts and waste -
lands once more
And watch as they drop by the beach

This is a crises I knew had to come
Destroying the balance I'd kept
Turning around to the next set of lies
Wondering what will come next

Hier hebben we het al over gehad in een andere topic...

SLAYER - ANGEL OF DEATH

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The way that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life's worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood

Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race

Surgery, with no anesthesia
Feel the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death

Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he's creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying free

[LEADS: HANNEMAN, KING, HANNEMAN, KING, HANNEMAN]

Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death

Smog - I Break Horses

Well I rode out to the ocean
And the water looked like tarnished gold
I rode out on a broken horse
Who told me she'd never felt so old
She asked me if I'd feed her
And ride her now and then

No no no, no no no, no no no,
I break horses
I don't tend to them
I break horses
They seem to come to me
Asking to be broken
They seem to run to me
I break horses
Doesn't take me long
Just a few well-placed words
And their wandering hearts are gone

At first her warmth felt good between my legs
Living breathing heart-beating flesh
But soon that warmth turned to an itch
Turned to a scratch
Turned to a gash
I break horses
I don't tend to them

Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
And I don't want to see you swimming behind
Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
And I don't want to see you swimming behind
No I break horses
I don't tend to them


Elliott Smith - Between The Bars

Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about the pressure of days
Do what I say and I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still


Bright Eyes - Amy In The White Coat

You take your clothes off
Right after school
The TV's on
The flame is blue
And you hope it won't take
All afternoon
The TV's waiting
To talk to you
It's your naked body
On white velour
But there's no feeling
Just weight on you
But you get nauseous now
As he speaks to you
Such proper language
For acts so cruel
He says "we all follow the rules
We can't very well go and break them now can we?
For you, for you, for you..

Your older sisters,
I had them too,
But you're my favorite
You know it's true.
You look like your mother
In that thin disguise
Your parting mouth,
Your shining eyes.
And the way that you hate me
And the length of your hair
It's the reason I make you
It's the bond that we share
Cos you were all trying to endure it
You could easily go and make your own life somewhere
Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you, couldn't you, couldn't you, couldn't you, couldn't you?"

With the sun beams bright
You keep your eyes shut
Your alarm clock lies
Get to school on time
But you're a bag of warm fluid
You're the coarse in the class
You walk so near to your locker
You lay so low in the grass
Did you get that coat from the principal?
Did you get that bruise on the bus?
You should wash your hair more
You should look more like us.
But I saw you walking once
Under powder blue skies
You looked cold still
Your collar was high
And I tried to talk to you
But you walked right by
I don't know which I said then,
"Hello" or "Goodbye"
And yet we're all trying to be pure
But it isn't a very easy thing, now is it?
To do, To do, To do, To do, To do, To do
Isn't it, Isn't it, Isn't it, Isn't it, Isn't it, Isn't it, Isn't it, Isn't it?


Art Brut - Rusted Guns Of Milan

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I doesn't mean that I don't love you
One more try with me above you
It's got nothing to do with anything I had to drink
It's more to do with the way I think

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Don't tell your friends!
Don't tell your friends!
I promise, it won't
Ever happen again

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

It's frustrating for you
Well, it's frustrating for me
You're lying there
And you're beautiful
You're beautiful
And of course I want to
Why wouldn't I

I doesn't mean I don't love you
One more try with me above you

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

It's got nothing to do with anything I've had to drink
It's something wrong with the way I think

I know I can, I know I can
I'm fine when I am with my own hands

Never used my rusted gun of Milan

chino moreno - change (in the house of flies)
briljant stukje tekst vol metaforen.
briljant omdat iedereen het wel op zijn of haar eigen manier kan interpreteren.

i watched you change
into a fly
i looked away
you were on fire

i watched a change in you
it's like you never had wings
now you feel alive

i took you home
set you on the glass
i pulled of your wings
then i laughed

and i watched a change in you
like you never had wings..

i look at the cross
then i look away
give you the gun
blow me away

Supersister:

of

Agathocles - Four Walls

Trapped between
The four walls
Constitutions
And Social Laws

Being different
Is not wrong
Be youself
It'll make you strong

Conformist attack - personality lack
The four walls - reduces is to dolls

Compromise?
With all these lies?
Society?
Still not for me

Voor mij is het Bob Dylan's antiwar song "Masters Of War"

You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Opium
doe me goed
Kom wat dichter en laat je niks vertellen
We weten wie we zijn, we weten wat we willen
En wat ze ook zeggen, wat ze ook van ons denken
Dit is ons verhaal

Jaja, ik ben die blonde stoot waar je zoveel van hoort
Die moordgriet die altijd in de kijker loopt
Ik ben je man z'n seven-year-itch
Die waar ze van zeggen ''t is een bitch'

Maar een meisje als ik is nooit alleen
Dat eindeloze feest wordt me teveel, soms
Altijd al die mensen om me heen
Maar wie wacht me op als ik straks thuis kom

Ik wil een lieve jongen die me koffie maakt
Die me zachtjes vraagt hoe het met me gaat
Die mijn haren streelt en m'n schouders masseert
Me tot rust komen laat voor hij verder gaat

Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe me zacht als je weet hoe het moet (als je weet hoe het moet)
Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe het voor mij (doe het voor mij)

Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe me zacht als je weet hoe het moet (als je weet hoe het moet)
Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Kom dichterbij

Ik ben die mooie, zachte klassevrouw
Je kent me wel, het meisje waarvan je moeder wil
Dat je met haar trouwt
Zo een zacht, lief ding dat zorgt voor jou

Denk maar wat je wil, maar vergis je niet
Er zit meer hier vanbinnen dan wat je ziet
En je zou vast schrikken als je wist
Dat dit lieve poesje eigenlijk een tijger is

Ik wil een echte man die me behagen kan
Geen slappe jongen en toch geen superman
Zo een stille kracht, sterk vanbinnen maar vanbuiten zacht
Ik heb hem in m'n macht

En als jij je hierin herkent
Wil ik dat je mij vannacht verwent

Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe me zacht als je weet hoe het moet (als je weet hoe het moet)
Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe het voor mij (doe het voor mij)

Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe me zacht als je weet hoe het moet (als je weet hoe het moet)
Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Kom dichterbij (kom dichterbij)

Nanana nanana nanana
Nanana nanana nanana

Ik wil een sexy man, lekker groot en lang
Die me de zevende hemel tonen kan
Die z'n hele lichaam aan me wijdt
Die z'n sokken niet aanhoudt als hij met me vrijt

Het maakt niet uit of een man wel sterk is
En of z'n auto van een heel duur merk is
Een echte man haal je er zo uit
Zonder een gebaar, zonder een geluid

Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe me zacht als je weet hoe het moet (als je weet hoe het moet)
Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe het voor mij (doe het voor mij)

Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe me zacht als je weet hoe het moet (als je weet hoe het moet)
Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe het voor mij

Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Doe me zacht als je weet hoe het moet (als je weet hoe het moet)
Doe me hard, doe me heet, doe me goed
Kom dichterbij

Van een van de meest underrated bands,Swans

Swans-God damn the Sun

When, when we were young
We had no history
So nothing to lose

Meant we could choose
Choose what we wanted then
Without any fear
Or thought of revenge

But then you grew old
And I lost my ambition
So I gained an addiction
To drink and depression

(They are mine
My only true friends
And I'll keep them with me
Until the very end)

I'd choose not to remember
But I miss your arrogance
And I need your intelligence
And your hate for authority

But now you're gone
I read it today
They found you in Spain
Face down in the Street

With a bottle in your hand
And a wild smile on your face
And a knife in your back
You died in a foreign land

And they found my letter
Rolled up in your pocket
Where I said I'd kill myself
If she left me again

So now she's gone
And you're both in my mind
I've got one thing to say
Before I am drunk again:

God damn the sun
God damn the sun
God damn anyone
That says a kind word

God damn the sun
God damn the sun
God damn the light it shines
And this world it shows

God damn the sun

die was ik helemaal vergeten tot nu

hahaha wij gaan er met de klas en sketch op maken vind het een prachtig nummer, staat hun cd hier ook op musicmeter, zou wel eens willen weten wie dat nog goed vind

If it's a broken part replace it
If it's a broken arm then brace it
If it's a broken heart then face it

Uit: Details In The Fabric van Jason Mraz

MOM & DAD (Frank Zappa, We're Only In It For The Money, 1967):



Tekst is geschreven ver voor de schietpartij op Kent State Universiteit op 4 Mei 1970, waar 4 studenten bij omkwamen...

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

The tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrows
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world... Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me


And I find it kind of funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world... Mad world... Enlarging your world, mad world

Van TFF:

Mother Russia badly burned
Your children lick your wounds

Pilgrim father sailed away
Found a brave new world

(Less is more, is geschreven tijdens de koude oorlog. Je kunt beter het nummer zelf luisteren, want het is zó geniaal.)

en (hij blijft goed)

These things
That I've
Been told
Can rearrange
My world
My doubt
In time
But inside out

This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes

This day
And age
For all
And not for one
All lies
And secrets
Put on
Put on and on

This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes

Fear is such a vicious thing
It wraps me up in chains

Find out
Find out
What this fear is about
Find out
Find out
What this fear is about

En thanx Heliophobic, maar ik voel als Tears For Fears-fan de neiging te zeggen dat de laatste woorden in Mad world oorspronkelijk niet 'Enlarge your world', maar Hallijian world' zijn.

Van Porcupine Tree:

I remember
The day we pushed your piano
Out into the garden
Raking tracks across the lawn

The tambourines and thunder
We climbed inside the lift
Laughing down the rain
Swallowing the storm

Sometimes I - I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there

In the dream dusk
We walked beside the lake
We watched the sky move sideways
And heard the evening break

Sometimes I - I feel like a fist
Sometimes I am the colour of air
Sometimes it's only afterwards
I find that I'm not there

Ik kan nog wel even doorgaan, maar zal de teksten een beetje verspreiden.

Nine Inch Nails - Hurt (simpel maar mooi)
---
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

& een beetje

Queensrÿche - Spreading The Disease
Religion And Sex Are Powerplays.
Manipulate The People For The Money They Pay.
Selling Skin, Selling God; The Numbers Look The Same On Their Creditcards.
Fighting Fire With Empty Words;
While The Banks Get Fat, The Poor Stay Poor, The Rich Get Rich...
And The Cops Get Payed To Look Away, As This One Procent Rules America!

Pain Of Salvation - Undertow
Let Me Drain, Let Me Die!
Let Me Break The Things I Love, I Need To Cry!
Let Me Burn It All, Let Me Take My Fall...

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
We're Just Two Lost Souls Swimming In A Fishbowl, Year After Year.
Walking Over The Same Old Ground, What Have We Found?
The Same Old Fears: Wish You Were Here.

Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue
Me, I'm Still On The Road And Heading For Another Joint.
We're Old Raised And Feel The Same, We've Just Started From A Different Point Of View: Tangled Up In Blue

Pink Floyd - Echoes
Strangers Passing In The Street.
By Chance Two Separate Glances Meet.
And I Am You And What I See Is Me.
Cloudless Everyday You Fall Upon My Waking Eyes.
Inviting And Inciting Me To Rise.
And Through The Window In The wall,
Come Streaming In On Sunlight Wings,
A Million Bright Ambassadors Of Morning.

Marillion - The Big Lie
The Cold War Is Gone, But Those Bastards Will Find Us Another One.
They Are Here To Protect You, Don't You Know? Get Used To It!
The Clash Of Religions, And The Loaded Prayers.
Not Believin' The Leaders, The Media Feeds Us: Living With The Big Lie

Iron Maiden - Hallowed Be Thy Name
Tears Flow But Why Am I Crying? After All I'm Not Afraid To Die!
I Don't Believe That There Never Is An End.
Somebody Claims From A Cell : " God Be With You!"
If There's A God? Why Does He Let Me Go?

Iron Maiden - Fortunes Of War
After The War, And Now That They Send Us Homewords; I Can't Help But Feel That I'm On My Own.
No One Can See, Just What This Conflict Has Done To The Minds Of The Men Who Are On Their Way Home.
I'm Scarred For Life, But It's Not My Flesh Thats Wounded; So How Can I Face This Nightmare Alone?
The Vivid Scenes, And All Those Recurrend Nightmares; I Lay There In Sweat 'Till It Gets Light.
Sometimes I Wake And Feel That My Spirits Broken; I Wonder If I Have The Strenght To Carry One?!

Iron Maiden - Infinite Dreams
There's Got To Be Just More To It Than This, Or Tell Me Why Do We Excist ?
I Like To Think That When I Die, I Gett A Change Another Time.
And To Return And Live Again; Reincarnate Play The Game.

In Muziek > Toplijsten en favorieten > Beste Lyricregel:

Ik heb hier nog geen topic over kunnen vinden, maar als dat wel zo is, laat het me weten!

Simpele vraag:
Wat is nou een prachtige regel?
Zo'n regel waar je niet op kan wachten om hem mee te zingen/schreeuwen?
Zo'n regel waar je rillingen van over je rug krijgt als je hem hoort? Zo'n regel waar je emotioneel van wordt. Iets in die trend

Een aantal prachtige regels:
Toto - Africa:
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

Al Stewart - Year of the Cat:
But the drumbeat strains of the night remain in the rhythm of the new-born day

Gary Jules - Mad World:
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven:
To be a rock and not to roll

Eagles - Desperado:
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy, she'll beat you if she's able. You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
(zijn er eigenlijk twee ja )

Don McLean: American Pie:
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
(drie maal raden waarom)

Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond:
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Dit zijn vooral one-liners die ik goed vind.

Zonder twijfel American Pie van Don McLean. Zoveel verwijzingen, geniaal!

http://www.songteksten.nl/songteksten/23137/Mclean-Don/American-Pie.htm

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

en

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died

When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low
You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancients myths
are solemnly directed straight at you...

Van der graaf generator- a plaque of the lighthouse-keepers

Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

Pink floyd- Echoes

I must fight this sickness
Find a cure

The cure- Porrnography