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een liedje met een boodschap
Ik moet voor Engels het volgende doen:
Choose a song or poem that conveys a message as effectively as a public speech. Comment on this song/poem in a one-paged report. Ik heb er zelf even over nagedacht, maar ik kan geen geschikt (Engelstalig) liedje bedenken. Hebben jullie tips? Bedankt :) |
Anal Cunt - Kill Women
Lyrics: Kill Women kill women - die kill women - die kill women - die bitch [repeat] erg goede boodschap al zeg ik het zelf |
Aah de kronieken van Anal Cunt. Lyrisch verfijnd tot in de puntjes.
Of je kiest voor Sir Mix A Lot (y) |
Bob marley - Redemption song
Old pirates, yes, they rob i; Sold I to the merchant ships, Minutes after they took i From the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong By the ’and of the almighty. We forward in this generation Triumphantly. Won’t you help to sing These songs of freedom? - ’cause all I ever have: Redemption songs; Redemption songs. Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy, ’cause none of them can stop the time. How long shall they kill our prophets, While we stand aside and look? ooh! Some say it’s just a part of it: We’ve got to fulfil de book. Won’t you help to sing These songs of freedom? - ’cause all I ever have: Redemption songs; Redemption songs; Redemption songs. Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our mind. Wo! have no fear for atomic energy, ’cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time. How long shall they kill our prophets, While we stand aside and look? Yes, some say it’s just a part of it: We’ve got to fulfil de book. Won’t you help to sing Dese songs of freedom? - ’cause all I ever had: Redemption songs - All I ever had: Redemption songs: These songs of freedom, Songs of freedom. |
Skrewdriver -- The white man marches on
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PROJECT X ::Straight Edge Revenge::
I’m as straight as the line that you sniff up your nose And I’m as hard as the booze that you swill down your throat And I’m as bad as the shit you breathe into your lungs And I’ll fuck you up as fast as the pill on your tongue STRAIGHT EDGE REVENGE! THIS TIME YOU'VE PUSHED ME TOO FAR! I’m as straight as the line that you sniff up your nose And I’m as hard as the booze that you swill down your throat And I’m as bad as the shit you breathe into your lungs And I’ll fuck you up as fast as the pill on your tongue!!! hahah. |
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Hier kan ik wel wat mee! Dankje! |
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System of a Down - B.Y.O.B. (Bring your own bombs):
Why do they always send the poor? My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears Victorious, victorious steel Can your spending kneel? Marching forward hypocritic And hypnotic computers You depend on our protection Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth La la la la la la la la la la Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Kneeling roses Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox Stealing our intentions Every city, gripped in oil Crying freedom! Handed to obsoletion Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth la la la la la la la la la la Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Blast off, it's party time And we all live in a fascist nation Blast off, it's party time And where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Kneeling roses Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox Stealing our intentions Every city, gripped in oil Crying freedom! Handed to a obsoletion Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth la la la la la la la la la la Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sun Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor? They always send the poor! They always send the poor! |
Rise Against - State of the union
If We're the flagship of peace and prosperity We're taking on water and about to fuckin' sink No one seems to notice, No one even blinks The crew left the passengers to die under the sea COUNTDOWN, to the very end, Equality, an invitation that we wont extend READY AIM, pull the trigger now, its time you firmly secure your place in hell State of the union address, reads war torn country still a mess the words: power, death, and distorted truth are read between the lines of the red, white, and blue COUNTDOWN, to the very end, Equality, an invitation that we wont extend READY AIM, pull the trigger now, its time you firmly secure your place in hell your place in hell your place in hell GUILTY, is what our graves will read, no year, no family, we did nothing (NOTHING) to stop the murder of, of people, just like us |
Guilty of being white!!!!
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Billy Holiday - Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter cry. Tenminste een integere protest song, itt SOAD oid |
Bring your own beer
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so what van ministry
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NOFX- MY Vagina
My vagina has two sets of lips But I don't get monthly blood drips My vagina hardly even used My vagina's got lots of extra skin They took my outtie and made it an in Changing Donnie to Marie Osmond Operation successfull But now I gotta pee Through a miniature hole Gotta remember to put the seat down And when I wipe my ass I go from front to back Cause I don't want a bladder infection I never thought I'd miss my vas deferans I traded it in for a pair of huge cans Now I get to hang with lesbians Operation paid up front Now I show all my friends My new designer cunt They think I'm kinda weird But that's OK with me Cause now I kick their ass Playing from the ladies tee Theres nothing finer than having a vagina |
You have so many relationships in this life
Only one or two will last You're go through all the pain and strife Then you turn your back and they're gone so fast And they're gone so fast Oh so hold on the ones who really care In the end they'll be the only ones there When you get old and start losing your hair Can you tell me who will still care Can you tell me who will still care, oh care Mmmbop, ba duba dop Ba du bop, ba duba dop Ba du bop, ba duba dop Ba du Mmmbop, ba duba dop Ba du bop, Ba du dop Ba du bop, Ba du dop Ba du Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose You can plant any one of those Keep planting to find out which one grows It's a secret no one knows It's a secret no one knows (repeat chorus) In an mmmbop they're gone. In an mmmbop they're not there In an mmmbop they're gone. In an mmmbop they're not there Until you lose your hair. But you don't care (repeat chorus) Can you tell me? No you can't 'cause you don't know Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know Can you tell me which flower's going to grow No you can't 'cause you don't know Can you tell me if it's going to be a daisy or a rose You say you can but you don't know Can you tell me which flower's going to grow No you can't 'cause you don't know Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know You say you can but you don't know Don't know (repeat chorus) Can you tell me? No you can't 'cause you don't know Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know You say you can but you don't know |
Wat dan ook van Rage against the machine.
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pick any (real) punk song, right?
The Sex Pistols, misschien niet helemaal geniaal, maar toch zeker wel met een duidelijke boodschap. Citaat:
Zulke dingen zijn wat je moet pakken, protestliederen... |
De laatste CD van Ministry (Houses of the molé).
Veel andere nummers van Ministry hebben ook wel een boodschap (So what, N.W.O., Psalm 69), maar hier is ie het duidelijkst. |
Eels kan er ook wat van trouwens...
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alle bands pretenderen songs met grote inhoud te hebben, gelukkig anal cunt niet.
doe dat nummer maar |
Leather
by Tori Amos Look I'm standing naked before you Don't you want more than my sex I can scream as loud as your last one But I can't claim innocence Oh god could it be the weather Oh god why am I here If love isn't forever And its NOT THE WEATHER Hand me my leather I could just pretend that you love me The night would lose all sense of fear But why do I need you to love me When you can't hold what I hold dear Oh god could it be the weather Oh god why am I here If love isn't forever And its NOT THE WEATHER Hand me my leather I almost ran over an angel He had a nice big fat cigar "IN A SENSE" he said "you're alone here So if you jump you best jump far" Oh god could it be the weather Oh god why am I here If love isn't forever And its NOT THE WEATHER Oh god could it be the weather Oh god its all very clear If love isn't forever And its NOT THE WEATHER Hand me my leather |
Bad Religion - them and us
despite that he saw blatant similarity he struggled to find a distinctive moiety all he found was vulgar superficiality but he focused it to sharpness and shared it with the others it signified his anger and misery them and us lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers them and us dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence that there really is a difference between them and us hate is a simple manifestation of the deep-seated self-directed frustration all it does is promote fear and constrenation it's the inability to justify the enemy and it fills us all with trepidation them and us bending the significance to match a whimsied fable them and us tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence a confused loose alliance forming them and us I heard him say we can take them all (but he didn't know who they were, and he didn't know who we were. and there wasn't any reason or motive, or value, to his story, just allegory, imitation glory, and a desperate feeble search for a friend) Nooit eerder heb ik een tekst gelezen die de onderliggende redenen van het wij/zij denken zo duidelijk blootlegde als deze. Maar in principe kun je een willekeurige Bad Religiontekst nemen. |
Gil scott Heron heeft wel redelijk wat goede teksten
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Strike Anywhere - Riot of Words
This is the moment when we choose to stand upright and direct set the course of our vision : new spirit in the flesh we see the rich man's law dem break the poor man's back again dead eyed but unbroken we see society's cruel mask upon the meaningless face the arrogant false prophets of this human race but rising to the surface hear the waters make the sound dead eyed but unbroken now Are you dead eyed, but unbroken? are you feeling alive in the dead world they've made are you working for a promise? are you working for a promise already betrayed while the dreams of the nation are just a weapon in our hearts now we can defy the curse of self righteousness no more cultureless emptiness pull back to reach the moment where connection was lost the greater the freedom the higher the cost drink in organic insurrection cleanse the mind mine the heart droplets falling faith and courage and fire in our hearts rising to the surface hear the waters make the sound dead eyed but unbroken minds once set to fight now rot bloodless upon they stem to update the paranoia the media disguise the system with designer clothes and violence regulate our birthright dead eyed but unbroken now are we dead eyed but unbroken yeah we're feeling alive in the dead world they've made are you working for a promise yeah working for a promise already betrayed while the dreams of the nation are just a weapon in our hearts now colors on the tv they push the lie in all things some of us bleed against this deception stays entrenched did you start to believe in it colors of the ruling class push the lie in all things some of us bleed against this deception stays entrenched did you start to believe in it are you dead eyed from the sight of no future and broken handed from working for a promise betrayed ? we can disarm |
Een speech? Dit is ook écht een speech.
Bad Religion - The State Of The End Of The Millenium Address Neighbours, nobody loves you like we do. Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you a public fit for the 21st century. Never before has a governing body shown so much concern for the economic well-being of its subjects. Today we have insulated you from countless factions who threathens your financial viability; such as the poor; the idealistic foreigners still clinging to their childish notions of social welfare; why, you're even kept uninformed of useless propagandist journalism that reports alleged violations of human rights (We all know they wouldn't have been punished if they hadn't been doing something wrong!!). And who better to dispens such blantently evident factoids but a self-appointed authority like myself? Acid Rain is a thing of the past... Too many possible causes, too little signifigance for our modern thinking public, besides industrial manufacturing is at an all time low anyway, who needs those narrow minded laborers anyway. Too many mouths to feed, and to many burden on the pay roll! Who needs 'em? Here in the land of the free-time. Someother ass back-ward country will give us what we need by exploiting its uneducated children. The Internet has expanded our ability to pacify average americans better than ever by offering fantastical adventures to every corner of the imagination. Your home office is the window to your world, and the heart of your social life. Such reclusive behaviour helps clear the roads and public works from overburden like the lower middle-class and others who depend shamelessly on their government. Today you are freer than ever to do what you want, provided you can pay for it! Remeber, the first word in USA is US We have arrived neighbours, we are the priviliged elite! |
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en alles van TETA van propagandhi zit ook erg goed in elkaar als je t mij vraagt
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"Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An"
Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny woman's shoes. Drink up and mumble your abuse. I'm still humbled by it all: around the same time that i was riding with no hands, busting windows and getting busy behind the sportsplex (with Labonte's older sister decked out in her Speedos), Bella was flinching from the sting of a Depo Proveran "family planning", her own Pearl Harbour and a holocaust spanning 25 years to the rest of her life. A prison my country underwrote in paradise. And in the shadows of Santa Cruz, she crossed her fingers behind her back. Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still till the motherfucker sent her north where as night fell she emerged with a box under her arm that held her pledge of allegiance and her uniform. She laid it at the gates of the General's embassy and her whisper echoed into dawn as she disappeared: The truth will set my people free. |
Sublime - Date Rape
Let me tell you about a girl I know, Had a drink about an hour ago. Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell. She heard a noise and she looked through the door. And saw a man she’d never seen before. Light skin, light blue eyes, a double-chin and a plastic smile. Well, her eyebrow raised as he walked through the door And took an empty seat next to her at the bar. ’my brand new car is parked right outside. how’d ya like to go for a ride? ’ And she said.’wait a minute I have to think.’ He said, ’that’s fine. may I please buy you a drink’ One drink turned into 3 or 4 and they left and got into his car And they drove away someplace real far. Now babe the time has come. How’d ya like to have a little fun? And she said.’ if we could only please be on our way, I will not run.’ That’s when things got out of control. She didn’t want to, he had his way. She said, ’let’s go’ He said, ’no way!’ Come on babe it’s your lucky day. Shut your mouth, were gonna do it my way. Come on baby don’t be afraid, If it wasn’t for date rape I’d never get laid. He finished up and he started the car He turned around and drove back to the bar. He said.’now baby don’t be sad, in my opinion you weren’t half-bad.’ She picked up a rock.,threw it at the car, hit him in the head, now his got a big scar. Come on party people won’t you listen to me. Date rape stylie. The next day she went to her drawer, looked up her local attorney at law, Went to the phone and filed the police report and then she took the guy’s ass to court. Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed, ’ she lies that little slut!’ The judge knew that he was full of shit and he gave him 25 years And now his heart is filled with tears. That night in jail it was getting late. He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed. But the guards paid no attention to his cries. That’s when things got out of control. The moral of the date rape story, it does not pay to be drunk and horny. But that’s the way it had to be. They locked him up and threw away the key. Well, I can’t take pity on men of his kind, Even though he now takes it in the behind. That’s the way it had to be. They locked him up and threw away the key. Well, I can’t take pity on men of his kind, Even though he now takes it in the behind. Date rape She didn’t want to take it! |
Mogwai - Punkrock
I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante's and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt, it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that's rotten about rock'n'roll. I don't know Johnny Rotten but I'm sure... I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and ah... when I'm in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I'm saying sir? |
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(y) en dat is fuckin poezie |
en bob dylan natuurlijk maar dat is overbodig om te posten
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De beginzinnen lijken idd wel op elkaar. |
Paranoid Devils - in de schuur van mijn opa hangen aidsbabys
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maar voice of god is government is 50 keer beter |
Je kan het ook gewoon simpel houden en een nummer van american idiot (green day) kiezen.
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als je een onvoldoende wil halen ja
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kreator- violent revolution
Society failed to tolerate me And I have failed to tolerate society Still I can’t find what you adore Inside I hear the echoes of an inner war Nothing can take the horror from me Your sick world the loss of all morality My hate has grown as strong as my confusion My only hope my only solution is a Violent Revolution Violent Revolution, Violent Revolution Reason for the people to destroy I do not need a cause for my rage I just despise the nature of the human race When all I see is repulsion and hate Violence becomes my only friend, my saving grace When love is lost beyond your control A pale shadow of lust can not enlight your soul So keep your ice cold bitter illusions I don’t need your empty world my only solution is a Violent Revolution Violent Revolution, Violent Revolution Reason for the people to destroy Beauty is no more it’s all gone And utopia will not come Trust I can not feel, only pain And my burning mind has gone insane |
Het moest woensdag af, dus ik heb alleen naar de posts van dinsdag gekeken. Uiteindelijk heb ik gekozen voor Redemption Song van Bob Marley, het is wel redelijk gelukt. Wel bedankt allemaal :)
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O jammer, nu ben je meticulous invagination van aborted vergeten. Volgende keer beter :cool:
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Sorry :p
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Zoek wat van die protest-songs ofzo..
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Sunday Bloody Sunday,
en ohja, wat is het stoer om die fucking puberale Anal Cunt lyrics te posten in zo'n topic, wankers. (n) |
lidewij, je bent een kanker, ja een kanker vieze vette snol
lidewij, kom maar hier en ik schop je op je kanker dikke bol we dissen je vet, vet en je vet, wacht maar tot ik je leven heb gered ik steek je in je reet, recht in je spleet, laat asjeblieft geen scheet dan wordt het hier kanker heet en je weet zoals je vaker deed dan leef je niet lang, en dan ben ik bang "juh weet togh, no spanG!" wratje op je rug, is het een bult van een mug? gadverdamme ga toch terug naar Marokko, naar Marokko, naar Marokko, draag een doek in Marokko ik rijg je aan me cocko vieze wanna be Marokko snollebol, met je kanker gore hol je grot dat is je kut en het zit vol met prut oliebol, je bent een en al vetrol je buik hangt over je broek uit je spleet steekt wat koek ik denk ik trip ik neuk nog liever een half dode kip PWAAAKPWAAAK!!!! je hebt een slip, een gore slip, een slip vol met stront je slip is zo wijd, ik dacht hij kwam van mijn oma's kont je navel vol met pluis, het is hier niet pluis... GADVERDAMME!!!! schaamlippenkaas, uit de fabriek en ik ben de baas lekker voor op brood ik eet het helemaal bloot bloot, bloot, bloot in de boot, roeiboot trolletje, snolletje, "hoer" is jouw naam je bent mijn lieve knorretje knor, knor met banaan puddingbroodje, in je kont zit een nootje lekkere pinda, 90% vet (90% vet) net als jou, echt wel lauw, waaauw... je ziet heel pips, kloddertje snot op je zoeloelip je buik is dik, je navel is kwijt, en je anus is zo wijd IEEEEEEE!!!! bosche-bol, slagroom in je bol HOER AAN HET KRUIS!!!! je gaf een soa aan mijn kruis olifantje, ik sla je met mijn krantje op je hoofd, rimpel rimpel, whahaha je eet POEP!!!! poep op de stoep ja dat is van Joep die poep op de stoep joeperdepoep tussen de troep werkeloos op de stoep stoephoer, stoephoer, je laat een vieze boer stoephoer, stoephoer, je ruikt naar remspoor je bent zo dik, net een muur, je lijkt wel van frituur sumoworstelaar, kaasje in je schaamhaar blub, blub, in de club, dans je rond de pub walrusje is stout en je stinkt echt uit je kut ik mep je op je koppie, je lijkt wel een tokkie toktoktokketoktok, toktoktokketoktok.... je eet graag mayonaise, je doet de polonaise ik diss je kanker hard, want je bent een retard eet die taart want hij is behaard eet die taart want hij is behaard eet die taart want hij is behaard eet het op of ik scheer je kop kaal je hebt een slip, een gore slip, een slip vol met stront je slip is zo wijd, ik dacht hij kwam van mijn oma's kont WHAHAHHAHAHA..... (een duidelijke boodschap al zeg ik het zelf) |
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Hahaha dude wtf :D heb je dit zelf bedacht? |
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