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Welke tekst spreekt jou aan
De titel zegt het al: Welke tekst/lyric spreekt jou aan. Dit kan zijn omdat het te vergelijken is met jouw leven, of gewoon omdat je de tekst goed vindt. Vertel er ook bij waarom.
TS begint: Eminem - Like toy soldiers Ik vind dat Eminem in dit liedje duidelijk laat blijken dat hij alle commotie om het rappen heen onzin vindt. Hij vindt het allemaal te ver gaan. Dissen kan, maar zo gauw je namen noemt wordt het persoonlijk. "There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it I heard him say hailie`s name on a song and I just lost it" "There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' " Deze zinnen benadrukken dat vind ik |
Nou, kom maar op met die Anal Cunt teksten, grappenmakers.
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eminem gaat de diepte in tegenwoordig sinds stan heb ik niet zo'n geniaal nummer gehoord |
Daarnaast zul je Eminem NATUURLIJK ook nooit betrappen op soortgelijke taferelen.
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Ik vind zowiezo dat eminem erg sterke teksten kan schrijven...
tekst die mij echt raakt is die van Modern Life is War I'm Not ready: in this life there are no clean breaks....but starting again is a chance that you can take. i always thought that someday we would overcome the bad luck and from the burden the gift would come. maybe i should have known better, but i know we're coming closer to the end of whatever this has been. when you're 16 you dont know what forever means, when you are 23 you couldnt be more sorry to say, that after all this growing up together all the good has gone away. sometimes the boys that should be your best friends become strangers with familiar faces. just dont tell me that it's all too far gone...that they weren't meant to live on...and dont let go. i just dont want to have to pretend... if were not in this together...if we're just stuck inside our own heads. and im sorry that it took me so long to find the words to write the song that we can all still truly believe in but i truly believe that we can still start again |
De meeste serieuze teksten vind ik al snel te emotioneel of gewoon te zeikerig (rock, top40 etc weet daar vooral alles van).
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en verder kan ik: Tom Waits - Nighthawks at the Diner Tom Waits - All the World is Green erg waarderen. |
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Auschtwitz, the meaning of blablabla...
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I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery I will not break the way you did You fell so hard I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far Because of you I never stay too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side So I don't get hurt Because of you I find it hard to trust Not only me, but everyone around me Because of you I am afraid I lose my way And it's not too long before you point it out I cannot cry Because I know that's weakness in your eyes I'm forced to fake, a smile, a laugh Every day of my life My heart can't possibly break When it wasn't even whole to start with Because of you I never stay too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side So I don't get hurt Because of you I find it hard to trust Not only me, but everyone around me Because of you I am afraid I watched you die I heard you cry Every night in your sleep I was so young You should have known better than to lean on me You never thought of anyone else You just saw your pain And now I cry In the middle of the night For the same damn thing Because of you I never stay too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side So I don't get hurt Because of you I tried my hardest just to forget everything Because of you I don't know how to let anyone else in Because of you I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty Because of you I am afraid Because of you Because of you :( |
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slow death, immense decay. Showers that cleanse you of your life |
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Verder is het natuurlijk verschrikkelijk moeilijk om een boeiende tekst toe te voegen aan een nummer, dat is dan ook maar heel gering goed gelukt. Voor de rest zou ik vrijwel elke rock/punk/hardcore band kunnen noemen, omdat hun teksten nou eenmaal flinterdun zijn, vind ik. Citaat:
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Who has seen the wind scalloping the sea
Or gliding like a swallow over villages and trees? "I have," said the willow, "And I begged him please to stay, but he went away, He went on his own one day." And I sing "One love have I," and he sings, "Now it's goodbye," And I sing "Part of me dies until I see you again." Who has seen the sun through a parasol of leaves, Through scattered ruby cloud fires, through the silver wings of bees? "I have," said the waters, "and I held his face to mine, But he left in time, he went in his own good time." And I sing "One love have I," and he sings, "Now it's goodbye," and I sing "Part of me dies until I see you again." Who has seen the stranger in a coat of simple brown, With his face of many faces, with his eyes turned out of town? I have and I kissed him and I begged him please to stay, But he went away, with the sun and the wind away. And I sing "One love have I," and he sings, "Now it's goodbye," and I sing "Part of me dies until i see you again" Van Joni Mitchell. Mja, het is gewoon klasse hoe zij schrijft, al haar songteksten zijn gewoon al poëzie opzich, wat je van weinig liedjes nog kan zeggen :) |
'I'll tell you: stage dives make me feel more alive than coded messages in slowed down songs'
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on topic graag... deze reacties heb ik niks aan |
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more idiotic rhetoric
pushing your shit on everyone around your fanatical world view makes me go mental no life at all just blindly follow hate everyone not like you too many dead cause of your fucked up views army of god kill em' all --- the succession continues of violent jerkoffs that are guaranteed to be the leaders of tomorrow frat house mtv spring break past i wanna stick dynamite up your ass on the sports team at yuppie bars the world is handed to you you're a piece of shit |
Mijn favo emokraker van het moment ;) ;) ;)
Wie läufst Du eigentlich hier rum, glaubst Du vielleicht das find´ ich Gut? Du bist so komisch anzusehn, denkst Du vielleicht das find´ich schön? Wenn Du mich gar nicht mehr verstehst und mir nur auf die Nerven gehst. Sag, warum leb ich neben Dir und fühle gar nichts mehr in mir. Nur Dein Geschwätz so leer und Dumm, ich habe Angst es bringt mich um. Keiner kommt raus aus diesem Haus, dieser Salon hat keine Tür. Keiner kommt raus aus diesem Haus, dieser Salon hat keine Tür. Ich trinke schon die halbe Nacht und hab mir da durch Mut gemacht Um Dir dann endlich zu gestehn´, ich kann Dich einfach nich mehr sehn. Doch Tag und Nacht denk ich daran ob es nicht anders werden kann. Denk an die schöne Zeit zurück, die Liebe auf den ersten Blick Gib mir doch endlich wieder Mut und alles würde wieder Gut. Keiner kommt raus aus diesem Haus, dieser Salon hat keine Tür. Keiner kommt raus aus diesem Haus, dieser Salon hat keine Tür. |
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De text van American Nightmare - Please die! heeft me altijd wel aangesproken.
I won't go because I've been there before, and it took twenty years to pick my face up off the floor. I'm not "sorry" if "things" aren't the "same" but sleepless nights are hardly worth the cheapness of your game. And if you know what I mean then live for yourself, because life is too short to waste it on somebody else. There was a time, and I swear that I cared... I gor burned , and now I walk with this fist in the air. I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY, they're NOT the ones who have to live with the pain. Black Heart Breaking, Broken Bonds. I should have known all along. Don't talk to me. I'm as deaf as I am blind. Thanks for making me cheap, and thanks for the wasted time. |
Joy division -Transmission
Radio, live transmission. Radio, live transmission. Listen to the silence, let it ring on. Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun. We would have a fine time living in the night, Left to blind destruction, Waiting for our sight. And we would go on as though nothing was wrong. And hide from these days we remained all alone. Staying in the same place, just staying out the time. Touching from a distance, Further all the time. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio... Well I could call out when the going gets tough. The things that we've learnt are no longer enough. No language, just sound, that's all we need know, To synchronise love to the beat of the show. And we could dance. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio... Joy division - Atmosphere Walk in silence, Don't walk away, in silence. See the danger, Always danger, Endless talking, Life rebuilding, Don't walk away. Walk in silence, Don't turn away, in silence. Your confusion, My illusion, Worn like a mask of self-hate, Confronts and then dies. Don't walk away. People like you find it easy, Naked to see, Walking on air. Hunting by the rivers, Through the streets, Every corner abandoned too soon, Set down with due care. Don't walk away, in silence, Don't walk away. |
AMERICAN NIGHTMARE LYRICS
"The Ice Age Is Coming" A cold world is one where you think hope's alive. Where "friends" aren't really "friends", where love CAN'T survive. A cold world is one where life takes your life, where day after day is a fight after fight. This-World-Has-Made-Me-Cold, but I know, you've got to break your back to hold your ground, and bones will heal, so I'm standing strong. IT HURTS. IT BREAKS. IT KILLS. IT TAKES. WE'LL FIGHT. WE'LL WIN. WE WON'T GIVE IN. |
RAISED FIST LYRICS
"Shortcut" Are you wasting your time taking care of everyone just to be nice. It's time to turn into the average guy stupid and selfish and mean to everyone. I'm wasting my time being nice feels just like disguise To truly forgive your next takes a lot more than reading this text. Be numb and dumb and nothing but a bum and at least you'll survive in this world of hate. How shall we act curse at unknown and hug our friends It's time to realize that war starts where friendship ends. Remember that it takes two to make a fight And if you continue to argue doesn't mean your right. Why is it so important for you to show your anger You don't have to finish everything in a second. |
as friends rust - tight like strings
Hit the road and you ignite. Just add Pabst and eyes grow wild. I know this town has got you down and you can't take the pain she brings, so fuck old friends you've got four here, tight like strings. We may never make sense to them. Because of who we are, because of what we do. But what good are they anyway, when we can only cry on tour? Now you're fighting the need to be alone, because a hundred miles outside your calling zone, there's a bed, a dog, and a girl you once called Home. But like all good things, they must end, so just tough it out with your dirty friends. How good were "things" anyway? When the pretense won't wash away? And these cigarettes are smoking you. And the sex is doing nothing. And it seems there is no medicine, just that cliched Open Road. We've been sitting here too long. Lets go. I know this town has got you down, and you can't take the pain she brings. Fuck old friends, you've got four here, tight like strings. |
zal ik jou is ff lekker in je bek schijten?
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ik moet geen nazi in mijn bakfiets want ik rij aan de linkerkant!
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Death Cab For Cutie - What Sarah Said
And it came to me then that every plan Is a tiny prayer to father time As I stared at my shoes in the ICU That reeked of piss and 409 And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself That I’ve already taken too much today As each descending peak on the LCD Took you a little farther away from me Away from me Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines In a place where we only say goodbye It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend On a faulty camera in our minds And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose Than to have never lain beside at all And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground As the TV entertained itself Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news And then the nurse comes ‘round and everyone lift their heads But I’m thinking of what Sarah said That love is watching someone die So who's gonna watch you die? ik vind het 'verhaal' heel mooi en die drums op het eind oehh maar dat heeft weer niks met de tekst te maken natuurlijk :confused: |
teletekst
sad pony guirillia girl van xiu xiu wat dingen van Patrick W. totaal plaatjes: Start today, van Gorilla B. Damaged van Black F. verder sluit ik me bij Cut-O. aan. Dansen op de radio is een hobby die ik reeds lang koester, en toen Ian C. erover zong, was ik in de zevende H. |
denkt dat het voornamelijk te maken heeft met je gemoedstoestand. Had het vorigjaar met lost at 22 van Life of agony. (was 22 en alles wat ongeveer fout kon gaan in mijn leven ging fout)
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elk genre heeft wel 'n paar( of veel) nummer met goeie tekst.
ik vind de tekst van Stabbing the Drama,van Soilwork persoonlijk goed. niet alleen om de tekst, ook vooral hoe het wordt gebracht in het nummer zelf... My declaration hurts, just wanna stab it right now! Congratulations, you've found yourself Been preaching too many times to an hysterical mind So won't you fucking behave yourself.. -It's all in there, without despair So you've saved your soul? -It always depends who will deliver Have you ever known Such a beautiful mind that gives you shelter I'm waiting for something to show, I might as well... -Just drag me down so low I'm down the drain and I've got nothing to fear With a polluted mind I had my share of losing -Don't you ever cross that line So you've saved your soul? -It always depends who will deliver Have you ever known Such a beautiful mind that gives you shelter Break the record, in a second, cherish your mental weapons Watch the progress from an aspect that's stabbing the drama inside.. I'm waiting for something to show, I might as well... Just drag me down so low I'm waiting for something to show, My punishment For being down so low I can't believe how it used to be, Selfish minds were abusing me Self pity and determined to crawl Manipulation of a merciful soul I'm waiting for something to show, I might as well... -Just drag me down so low I'm waiting for something to show, My punishment For being down so low verder vind ik Dig van Mudvayne echt geniaal(Y) brute kracht en zieke lyrics in 'n raggend nummer gestopt :P |
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Heel veel van Piano Magic, die teksten zijn de moeite waard:
COMETS Came to London to find myself but in ten million people, where do you start?/Drunk at a party, you asked me if I was someone else and I say, "Yeah, if it helps you, I won't be myself"/Like Japanese poets who capture a Summer in only three lines, with just one kiss, I want to tell you but it takes all night/You just can't wait for the right time because like comets, it could be the last time/You should always tell them you love them in case you never see them again DISAFFECTED Anything can happen in life - especially nothing, mainly nothing. Once you know that, you’re fine. Once you know that, you can retire. Set your clock by your heart. Work’s over-rated and it will kill you. Finish nothing you start and start nothing you think you’ll continue. I’m disaffected now. I’m disaffected now. And to this model I’ve kept. I surface at 3 in the clothes that I slept in. And though I’m drowning in debt, I’m richer through all the things I’m rejecting. And in a rare, certain light, I have a strange charm, I think you’d like me. And the rain brings me out. The rain makes me happy. I’m disaffected now. I’m disaffected now. Set your clock by your heart. Work’s over-rated and it will kill you. |
The Kovenant - Jihad
Get down on your knees and feed the illusion Get down on your knees and prolong the delusion Superstition is the religion of the feeble mind Liberty and Justice - The Illusions of mankind A dogmatic expression in every direction There is no redemption in divine intervention The world is a disease that cannot be cured The truth is a voice that cannot be heard Jihad - The twisted hands of faith Jihad - In the name of Hate Jihad - The twisted hands of faith Jihad - In the name of Hate Hate is the solution to life's evolution Love is a high that you cannot sustain For each age is a dream that is dying And freedom is a whore that we love to adore Jihad - To be touched by the hands of God Jihad - To be touched by the hands of God Hate is the solution to life's evolution Love is a high that you cannot sustain For each age is a dream that is dying And freedom is a whore that we love to adore Jihad - To be touched by the hands of God Jihad - To be touched by the hands of God A dogmatic expression in every direction There is no redemption in divine intervention The world is a disease that cannot be cured The truth is a voice that cannot be heard Is wel aardig. En Anal Cunt natuurlijk. |
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Staind - Selfdestruct
Watch me suffer You'll feel better Stick the needle in my vein Lost my feelings with my dealing Thoughts of only you remains FUCK Rip and tear In my dispair agonizing over shit Feel the needle burn and tingle My bad habits deal with it [CHORUS:] FUCK I will self destruct My light has slowly faded Broken and degredated Suffocate in my sorrow Maybe I'll die tomorrow This riot that I've sited Came to you uninvited Truth hurts when it's in your face Are you afraid of it? |
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Daar zou ik wel eens over heen willen gaan.
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mooie songtekst ;)
Sjonge sjonge wat voel ik mij beroerd ik heb mijn maag leeggekotst en mn darmen leeggeboerd. Ik zoop als de hel en ik ben in de hel beland, ik kraam alleen maar onzin uit, een biertje in me hand. Ik zuip me een delerium me leven naar de klote ik droom van een fles bacardi rum zo'n grote! Door de bocht loop ik dan te tollen op me benen vanmorgen had ik zorgen, maar nu zijn ze verdwenen. Net als al me spullen,me vrouw en me kinderen probeerde nog te stoppen maar ik kon niet eens minderen. Aan lange wal, diep in een dal met de fles als het symbool van de kuil waar ik in val. Alles is kapot, een lege fles op dit schavot overal ligt glas en ik krijg een droge strot. Dus voor ik ga trillen, geef me snel een slok ik word dood en dood ziek zonder drank in me mond. Heb niks om voor te leven, behalve voor de alcohol rechtstreeks uit de tap giet ik mn eigen graf vol. Help me uit mn lijden, want ik kom moed te kort hoop stilletjes op de dag dat ik niet meer wakker word... De verslaving slaat weer eens toe voor de rum heb ik dat niet meer in huis dan drink ik wel parfum. Er zit veel te veel bloed ik mn alcohol vandaag ga alleen nog maar de deur uit voor een stuk in me kraag. Vroeger was het kroegentocht en nu ga ik klinieken af, voor de zonde in me leven is dat toch wel een zieke straf. Onbegrip en overal behalve op de bodem van je glas een driedubble whiskey komt me nu wel goed van pas. Me lot bezegeld, likeur geeft me kleur, wijn is fijn en van bier krijg je plezier. Dus schuif je stoel maar aan, drink lekker met me mee en blaas als een voetbal maar ik moet steeds naar de wc. Blunt met een bruller en een indiaan met vuurwater geef dat kind zn fles, dan houd ie wel zn snater. Geef die hond een been, een been om op te staan als een schildpad op zijn rug zie ik mijn leven verder gaan. Me kinderen zonder vader, een vrouw die me haat door me eigen toedoen, nu met me koffers op straat. Maar als ik nuchter blijf zie ik de realiteit dus val ik steeds weer terug in de tussentijd |
dat is leuk joh
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Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The count Bela Logosi's dead Undead undead undead " Als ik niet beter wist, zou ik denken dat Dani Filth de auteur van deze tekst was. |
Oh god, meneer is op zijn pik getrapt en er kan geen lachje vanaf.
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