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ik bijt de spits af met -------------- operation ivy- room without a window The position being taken is not to be mistaken For attempted education or righteous accusation Only a description just an observation of the pitiful Condition of our degeneration Walls made of opinions thru which we speak and never listen Ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied Door thats made of rage hard and slowly aged Always closing tighter with every war that's waged Room without a window cant see out... Floor is made of lives wed gladly end to stay inside Corners made of borders, borders made of law and order Painted with the words of politicians and religion Plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division Room without a window cant see out... ..... (y) |
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Album: Criminal Minded Song: 9mm Goes Bang La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la Buck! Buck! Chorus: Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) This is KRS-One... Verse 1: Me knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter He said I had his girl, I said "Now what are you? Stupid?" But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face He pulled his pistol anyway and I filled him full of lead But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said... Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Verse 2: Seven days later I was chillin in the herb gate But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate Puffin sensemilla I heard "knock knock knock" But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop And if it were a customer they'd ask me for a nick So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down The money and the sensemi' was lyin all around But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut Me jumped out the kitchen, went "buck! buck! buck!" They fall down to the floor but one was still alive So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead So just before he joined his potnah this is what I said... Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Verse 3: I gathered all the money and I ran up the block I said "This is a perfect time to meet with Scott LaRock" But Scott is either psychic or he has a knack for trouble Cos Scott LaRock showed up in a all-black BMW I jumped inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry And Scott said "What is wrong? Relax, tell me the story" I said "You remember Peter? Well his posse tried to kill me I'm all right now because the sensemi' fill me" Scott just laughed, he said "I know they're all dead And just before you pulled the trigger this is what you said..." Repeat chorus La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 --------------------------------------- |
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Anti-Flag - Police story
A black man driving down the street one day Pulled over by racist boys in blue in Brentwood, PA There's no real reason, they don't have any right It's just that in their eyes he's not the correct shade of white... Driving in a neighborhood that's reigned by whites Ain't healthy for a black man trying to live a lengthy life All those cops they walked off free, but him he's in a grave His name is Johnny Gammage, on of thousands they have slain We've got no rights.... ... when cops can kill It's not right.... ... we live in fear Patrol man cruising in his car at night Just looking for some homeys he can rough up in a fight Pulled over 3 kids in a total rage Next thing you know there's bodies all over the place His back up came & they're all acting tough 3 kids vs. 6 or 7 cops all armed with billy clubs The cops they did it just cause those kids color and their age They say "that's not the truth", but this happens every fucking day!!! We've got no right. .... ... when cops can kill It's not right... ... we live in fear Fear of what you're gonna do, when a cop's talking shit to you Fear of what you're gonna say, when the cops come gunning your way Fear of what you shouldn't do, when the cops try to provoke you Fear that on any given day, the cops should take your life away... They say they're here to keep the peace... WHAT A BUNCH OF FUCKIN' SHIT!!!!!! We've got no rights.... ... when cops can kill It's not right... .... ... we live in fear TAKE BACK YOUR RIGHTS!!! |
[Necro]
Yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch, For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it [Necro] Yo, I'm dancin on your grave like Borishnikov I'll rip you off leave you in the desert 'til the voltures strip your corpse then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft 'til the flesh is pealin' off I'm a devil consealed in cloth walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork you got a hole in your stomach yo plug it up with a cork, you dork lots of blood loss, red cross couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off brutal, sadistic, the only way I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered and my bones decay, a rap legend to the aggressionary session my invention of tention and powerful progression it's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines hit your mind like consumin stricchnine for all the shell, clips and glocks you step to me with a weapon you'll be reppin' your clique in a box [Chorus] The most sadistic, you think not? You might get shot, put 'em in a plot We ain't playin, we ain't rhymin' for nothin' Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin' If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too Now say violence (violence), death (death) Yo there ain't nothin left to say, this shit's fresh [Ill Bill] I'll kill, you could be my latest victim I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it you fuckin' maggot you probably fucked one hundred faggots your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your ass whipped come around here actin hardcore you never did dirt, you gonna get hurt pull up your pink skirt your pink panties'll get your whig damaged go eat a dick sandwhich I can't stand this motherfucker make this bitch vanish from the planet I'll hit you like a ton of granite get your blood splattered face bashed in, you can't win I'll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks while watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits when I be suckin' on you mom's tits she my bitch, she on my dick tell that trick to stop callin' my crib why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch? smokin' green clove, walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes doper than Special K explodin' in the fiend's nose [Chorus] {*fades out with gatling gun sounds*} keidik |
Metallica - Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
Welcome to where time stands still no one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change just labeled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, No windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred Sleep my friend and you will see that dream is my reality They keep me locked up in this cage can't they see it's why my brain says Rage Sanitarium, leave me be Sanitarium, just leave me alone Build my fear of what's out there and cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain assuring me that I'm insane They think our heads are in their hands but violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well he's getting better, can't you tell? No more can they keep us in Listen, damn it, we will win They see it right, they see it well but they think this saves us from our Hell Sanitarium, leave me be Sanitarium, just leave me alone Sanitarium, just leave me alone Fear of living on natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it's such a friendly word seems the only way for reaching out again. |
IGNITE LYRICS
"Taken Away" A thousand passersby just walk on His luxuries of life have been taken away I wish someone would stop me Every time that I complain Be grateful in every way Taken Away Don?t you forget He would give anything Taken Away For a working body Don?t throw your blesses away I?ve been given love, given family A warm clean bed for my head to lay So many people aren?t so lucky Don?t forget to give thanks and praise Be grateful in every way Taken Away He would give anything For a working body Taken Away A split second later Don?t throw your blesses away Truly grateful for each and every day I get on my knees to give thanks and praise Go Budapest, Hungary 1991 I met a boy names Janos Confined to a wheelchair with multiple sclerosis His own mobility based Solely on the movements of his chin But he had so much to teach me When I showed him some friendship When I stopped to talk He said it really hurts When people look right past you Like I?m not a human being with feelings Love and compassion sitting here Don?t you dare feel sorry for me Just give me a chance His reality?s cool His mind stays strong Hey I?m alive A thousand passersby just walk on His luxuries of life have been taken away I wish someone would stop me Every time that I complain Taken Away Don?t you forget Taken Away He would give anything Taken Away For a working body Taken Away Don?t throw your blesses away Taken Away |
Rage against the machine - wake up
Come on! Uggh! Come on, although ya try to discredit Ya still never edit The needle, I'll thread it Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double I'm mad Still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease When their heads are flown 'Cause all these punks Got bullets in their heads Departments of police, the judges, the feds Networks at work, keepin' people calm You know they went after King When he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Yeah! Yeah, back in this... Wit' poetry, my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up To shake ya up, to break the structure up 'Cause blood still flows in the gutter I'm like takin' photos Mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the groove Then stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yea, the several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream And put it to an end Ya better beware Of retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors Networks at work, keepin' people calm Ya know they murdered X And tried to blame it on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Uggh! What was the price on his head? What was the price on his head! I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard, I think I heard a shot Background: 'Black nationalism' 'He may be a real contender for this position should he abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism' 'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers...' 'And neutralise them' Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Spoken: "How long? Not long, 'cause what you reap is what you sow." |
Monstrosity-Eye of judgement
Shroud my face in this veil of scorn At one with Darkness I am reborn. Eye of judgement Staring at you; Turn your face and hide. I impose my wrath upon you Imploring me, you'll die. Burning in the flames Cast upon your life. Feel the darkest energy Infect your soul. Screaming rage of negativity Dwells beyond my eyes Inside I control. Inflict my horror To the heart of weaker useless souls I despise. No longer Will I allow my enemies to contimue life. Descent into the grave Is the punishment. I impose on you Your flesh consumed. Swirling mass of omnipresent Hate and solitude Beckons you Eye of judgement. Covered in the blood of my enemies And pure virgin innocence. My soul can rest I've imposed my judgement On the feeble beings And their souls are raped In my God-like state. |
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Kaatje neuktgraag wou eens weten, wat er in haar kutje ging Pakte een heipaal om het te meten, en die ging er helemaal in Jongens Jongens help eens mee, er zit een heipaal in mn snee Jongens Jongens help eens mee, er zit een heipaal in mn sneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee dank u. |
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Ozzy Osbourne - CRAZY TRAIN
Crazy, but that's how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe it's not too late To learn how to love And forget how to hate Mental wounds not healing Life's a bitter shame I'm going off the rails on the crazy train I've listened too preachers I've listened too fools I've watched all the dropouts Who make their own rules One person conditioned to rule and control The media sells it and you live the role Mental wounds still screaming Driving me insane I'm going off the rails on a crazy train I know that things are going wrong for me You gotta listen to my words Yea-h! Heirs of a cold war That's what we've become Inheriting troubles, I'm mentally numb Crazy, I just cannot bear I'm living with something that just ain't fair Mental wounds not healing Who and what's to blame I'm going off the rails on a crazy train |
Billy Joel - PIANO MAN
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday the regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He say, Son can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes Da da da de de da da da de de da da da Sing us a song, you're the piano man sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke But there's someplace that he'd rather be He says Bill, I believe this is killing me As the smile ran away from his face Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could get out of this place Sing us a song, you're the piano man sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife And he's talking with Davy who's still in the navy And probably will be for life And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinking alone It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday, And the manager gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see To forget about life for awhile. And the piano sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say "Man, what are you doin' here?" Da da da de de da da da de de da da da Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight. Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright. |
Bob Dylan - HURRICANE
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand. I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' In the hot New Jersey night. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that. In Paterson that's just the way things go. If you're black you might as well not show up on the street 'Less you wanna draw the heat. Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops. Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates." And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" So they took him to the infirmaryAnd though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men. Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in, Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs. The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!" Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Four months later, the ghettos are in flame, Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame. "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?" "Don't forget that you are white." Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure." Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow. You'll be doin' society a favor. That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver. We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim. "Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much. It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail. But then they took him to the jail house Where they try to turn a man into a mouse. All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance. The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger. No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. And though they could not produce the gun, The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed. Rubin Carter was falsely tried.The crime was murder "one," guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride. How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game. Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell. That's the story of the Hurricane, But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. |
oh dit gha ik eens lezen.
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Alkaline Trio - All On Black
I put it all on black, no color you're all dressed in And a stab in the back left you bleeding on the floor And I'm mourning the death, the recent passing of your insides I smile in regret every time I think of how I spoke to you I put it all in back of my mind where I hold you I'm just trying to keep track how far back it really goes And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from the heavens I'm just trying to relax as the killer's waiting right outside my door What's black and white? What's read all over? This tired book, this organ donor Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree It hasn't rained in years I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know I put them all in black, the four walls of my bedroom And I trimmed them in red, peeled your picture off the wall And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from your heartbeat That arrived in your neck every time I salivated over you What's upside down? What's coated in silver? This crucifix is my four leaf clover Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree It hasn't rained in years I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know One of these days, it's gonna catch up to you Throwing looks like those around One of these nights, I promise to you I'll soon be sleeping sound As soon as I leave town |
De Heideroosjes - De Neandertaler
Hij flikt het ieder weekend weer, in een foute disco-kroeg De oerdrang maakt zich meester van een inhoudsloze kop Hij moet zichzelf laten gelden, daarom slaat hij erop (REFREIN) De neandertaler, slaat erop! De neandertaler, botte kop! Samen met z'n vuile vriendjes, trimt hij zomaar iemand los Zonder enige reden, zijn jij en ik de klos Alles wat enigzins anders is, de macho slaat erop O, als geen ander haat ik die Neandertalers Want ze fokken weer een ander en die ander baalt ervan want ze verschuilen hun domheid achter een masker van een zatte krachtpatser, gadver! Ze maken graag ruzie en vermijden discussie En zo blijft respect voor hun een illusie Want zelf hebben zij nog de meeste pijn want door hun image kunnen zij nooit zichzelf zijn. Het is makkelijk om te haten, datgeen wat jij niet kent Het is geen kunst om te veroordelen, datgeen wat jij niet bent In mijn reet zitten meer hersens, dan in jouw apekop. |
The Offspring - Nitro [Youth Energy]
Our generation sees the world Not the same as before We might as well just throw it all And live like there's no tomorrow We are the ones Who are living under the gun every day You might be gone before you know So live like there's no tomorrow Ain't gonna waste this life There's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna live it for me Believe it The official view of the world has changed In a whole new way Live fast cause if you don't take it You'll never make it So if you understand me And if you feel the same Then you will know what nitro means You'll live like there's no tomorrow - ain't gonna waste this life There's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna live it for me There's no tomorrow Alsof iemand het leest :p |
The Streets - The Irony Of It All (Original Pirate Material)
Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I’m a law abider There’s nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight Good bloke fairly But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny Bounce ‘em round like bunnies I’m likely to cause mischief Good clean grief you must believe and I ain’t no thief. Law abiding and all, all legal. And who cares about my liver when it feels good Wwhat you need is some real manhood. Rasher Rasher Barney and Kasha putting peoples backs up. Public disorder, I’ll give you public disorder. I down eight pints and run all over the place Spit in the face of an officer See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life Someday I’m gonna settle down with a wife Come on lads lets have another fight Eh hello. My names Tim and I’m a criminal, In the eyes of society I need to be in jail For the choice of herbs I inhale. This ain’t no wholesale operation Just a few eighths and some Playstations my vocation I pose a threat to the nation And down the station the police hold no patients Let’s talk space and time I like to get deep sometimes and think about Einstein And Carl Jung And old Kung Fu movies I like to see Pass the hydrator please Yeah I’m floating on thin air. Going to Amsterdam in the New Year – top gear there Cause I taker pride in my hobby Home made bongs using my engineering degree Dear Leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons. Like I was saying to him. I told him: “Top with me and you won’t leave.” So I smacked him in the head and downed another Carling Bada Bada Bing for the lad’s night. Mad fight, his face’s a sad sight. Vodka and Snake Bite. Going on like a right geez, he’s a twat, Shouldn’t have looked at me like that. Anyway I’m an upstanding citizen If a war came along I’d be on the front line with em. Can’t stand crime either them hooligans on heroin. Drugs and criminals those thugs on the penny coloured will be the downfall of society I’ve got all the anger pent up inside of me. You know I don’t see why I should be the criminal How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal And how many deaths are there per year from alcohol I just completed Gran Tourismo on the hardest setting We pose no threat on my settee Ooh the pizza’s here will someone let him in please “We didn’t order chicken, Not a problem we’ll pick it out I doubt they meant to mess us about After all we’re all adults not louts.” As I was saying, we’re friendly peaceful people We’re not the ones out there causing trouble. We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters Discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is. MTV, BBC 2, Channel 4 is on until six in the morning. Then at six in the morning the sun dawns and it’s my bedtime. Causing trouble, your stinking rabble Boys saying I’m the lad who’s spoiling it You’re on drugs it really bugs me when people try and tell me I’m a thug Just for getting drunk I like getting drunk Cause I’m an upstanding citizen If a war came along I’d be on the front line with em. Now Terry you’re repeating yourself But that’s okay drunk people can’t help that. A chemical reaction inside your brain causes you to forget what you’re saying. What. I know exactly what I’m saying I’m perfectly sane You stinking student lameo Go get a job and stop robbing us of our taxes. Err, well actually according to research Government funding for further education pales in insignificance When compared to how much they spend on repairing Leery drunk people at the weekend In casualty wards all over the land. Why you cheeky little swine come here I’m gonna batter you. Come here. |
jullie willen echt niet dat ik dat doe, want dan neem ik zo een stuk of 3 pagina´s in beslag met jack off jill-lyrics.
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* zet zelf ook even het Mp3tje van Nitro op :D * |
Tori Amos - Professional Widow
slag pit stag shit honey bring it close to my lips yes don't blow those brains yet we gotta be big boy we gotta be big starfucker just like my Daddy just like my Daddy selling his baby just like my Daddy gonna strike a deal make him feel like a Congressman it runs in the family rest your shoulders Peaches and Cream everywhere a Judas as far as you can see beautiful angel calling "we got every re-run of Muhammed Ali" prism perfect honey bring it close to your lips yes what is termed a landslide of principle proportion boy it better be big boy starfucker just like my Daddy just like my Daddy selling his baby just like my Daddy gonna strike a deal make him feel like a Congressman it runs in the family Mother Mary china white brown may be sweeter she will supply Mother Mary china white brown may be sweeter she will supply she will supply she will supply she will supply |
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dope (y) :) |
Give up the Ghost-Love American
Love our love is all that we ever had Love our love is all that we'll ever have Love American Boys and girls, guys and dolls you were finding faith in bathroom stalls and broken beds spring fractured spines fall for the right kids all at the wrong times and in a world of sluts we keep the wetdream alive yeah, our drought is drying out you go nowhere in a nowhere town and no one's listening to the sound of breaking down and breaking out is just wishfull thinking you go nowhere in a nowhere town we're growing up by falling down we love the songs, because we live the songs in condemned flats between the rights and wrongs And all we know is that we'll never know we love the hearts, but the hearts love us even more keep loving Desperate and true, thinking of you borrowed and blue, sinking with you keep loving keep breathing keep living |
The Unseen-Your Failure Is My Revenge
go you say stand up for your rights but fall for all their lies you claim to know the truth while wearing a cheap disguise who are you to judge us, don't tell us how to live our lives the real world's outside your door it's gonna open your eyes go... real life is gonna wipe the smile from your face you'll be left choking, gagging on reality's bitter taste won't talk down to others when your living on your knees slowly the hate sets in it consumes you like a disease oh, you failure (failure) is my revenge. life's gonna catch up with you in the end this world you've built is fragile, it's all gonna come crashing down and when your world collapses, I only pray that I'm around to see the look on your face, the hurt, hollow, and blank stare of a person who just realized that no one ever cared |
owuhh, tsjek die herman van veen sjit maar effe, dat vind ik een mooie tekst
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Silencer - Death - Pierce Me
Rip My Throat, Drink My Blood, Strangle Me, Drown Me, Give Me Vain And Give Me Pain, Knives Running Through Me, Oh, Master Of Wounds - Cut Me Chase Me, Waste Me, Leave Me In Your Arms Cold Hands, Fingers Like Razors, Break My Neck, Put Out My Light, Crush My Hope, Rape My Life Cut Me, Hurt Me, Cut Me, Hurt Me... Cut Me, Cut Me, Cut Me, Cut Me, Take My Life, Kill Me And Kill Me (and...) I Am What You Deserve, Death Do Me Submerge |
Sex Dwarf
Isn't it nice, sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice I can make a film and make you my star You'll be a natural the way you are I would like you on a long black leash I will parade you down the high streets You've got the attraction You've got the pulling power Walk my doggie, walk my little sex dwarf We can make a scene we'll be a team Making the headlines sounds like a dream When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside We will take them for a ride of rides They all love your miniature ways You know what they say about small boys Sex Dwarf Sex Dwarf Sex Dwarf Sex Dwarf I'm a Rolls Royce, look its so huge! It's big and it's gold With my dumb chaufer Looking to procure, run little doggie Lure a disco dolly Run my little sex dwarf, I feel so lonely Get my little camera, take a pretty picture Sex dwarf, in a gold Rolls, making it with the dumb chaufer Isn't it nice, sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Sex Dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Sex Dwarf... We can make an outfit for my little Sex Dwarf To match the gold Rolls on my dumb chaufer We'll all look so good, we'll knock 'em cold Knocking 'em cold in black and gold We can have playtime in my little playroom Disco Dollies, my Sex Dwarf and my dumb chaufer I would like you on a long black leash You can bring me all the things I need Sex Dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Sex Dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Sex Dwarf... Sex Dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Sex Dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice |
MEIN HERZ BRENNT!
I rest my case |
turning point - broken
Why must it be this way The trust we built has faded gray When will this all be gone You left me all alone You left me holding on Today passed so long ago You left me bruised and broken I had no chance to grow I never thought it would come to this But there's so much more bad Than the good times I miss I'm not sorry it turned out this way Because the way you acted Only left me saying life goes on It means nothing now Because it worked out once But I'm wondering how And how can you lie When you know it's true I'll never forget what you broke in two A lifeline worn from the love we shared But trying to hold I didn't have a prayer And it crushes down It crushes down on me What you offered wasn't love Just misery Look around my room and I think of you And I hope you never know what you put me through All those letters you wrote Those words burn in my head Lies written in stone Didn't you remember what we said |
niet om je te fokken ofzo, maar dat had ook een tekst van een boyband kunnen zijn.
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Ska P
La Estampeda Agazapado entre las sombras busca el momento ideal La estampida es imminente, salva tu vida es fundamental Eh no, basta ya, ven unamonos Eh no, basta ya, organizacion Eh no, basta ya, ven unamonos Eh no, basta ya, organizacion Mientras corro voy pensando, que podria pasar Si a todos los cerebritos nos diera por pensar Eh no, basta ya, ven unamonos Eh no, basta ya, organizacion Eh no, basta ya, ven unamonos Eh no, basta ya, organizacion Ha comenzado la estampida ! TUMBA TUMBAREMOS AL DEPREDADOR TUMBA TIMBATUREMOS AL EJECUTOR TUMBA TUMBAREMOS AL DEPREDADOR TUMBA TIMBATUREMOS AL EJECUTOR Aceptamos un sistema en el que tenemos todas las de perder El pueblo vencido jamas estuv unido ! El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido ! El pueblo vencido jamas estuv unido ! El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido ! Ha comenzado la estampida ! TUMBA TUMBAREMOS AL DEPREDADOR TUMBA TIMBATUREMOS AL EJECUTOR TUMBA TUMBAREMOS AL DEPREDADOR TUMBA TIMBATUREMOS AL EJECUTOR (X3) En nee, zelf begrijp ik er ook niks van |
Face Of Melinda
By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair The face of Melinda neath blackened hair No joy would flicker in her eyes Brooding sadness came to a rise Words would falter to atone Failure had passed the stepping stone She had sworn her vows to another This is when no-one will bother And conceded pain in crumbling mirth A harlot of God upon the earth Found where she sacrificed her ways That hollow love in her face Still I plotted to have her back The contentment that would fill the crack My soul released a fluttering sigh This day fell, the darkness nigh I took her by the hand to say All faith forever has been washed away I returned for you in great dismay Come with me, far away to stay Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme But baffled herself with the final line My promise is made but my heart is thine |
Boikot - Korsakov
Ya cayó el telón de acero y derribamos el muro de berlín y ahora todos juntos como hermanos vamos de la mano a komer a un Kutre King Y si Lenin levantara la cabeza "Que habeis hecho"; darle un burguer con queso el imperialismo americano ha entrado en Rusia, en Polonia y en Berlín Mas de un siglo de lucha comunista y de resistencia que acaba aquí Si en Moscú reina el capitalista el pueblo cuando debe resistir Ahora que tenemos democracia reina la mafia el dolar está aquí ahora que tenemos democracia hambre y miseria de que nos sirve aquí no llevaré ninguna bandera ni patria ni frontera ni leyes pa vivir esta es la tierra que trabajó mi pueblo, aquí es donde viví y aquí quiero morir Ahora que tenemos democracia reina la mafia del dolar esta aqui, ahora que tenemos democracia hambre y miseria de que nos sirve así Maar ik kan geen ehm Spaans?! De vertaling zeg maar: the (something) has fallen, and we took Berlins wall down, and now all together like brothers lets go holdinghands eat a Kutre KIng.. And if Lenin Raises head "what have you done?", we give him a cheese burger!! American imperialism has entered russia, polony and Berlin More than one century of communist fight and resistence ends here If in Moscow capitalism rules the people when should resist, now that we have democracy, the mob rules and the dolar is here now that we have democracy ham and misery is it any good here? i shall not take no flag, counrty or boarder or laws to live ´this is the land where my people worked, its here where i lived and its here where i want to die |
dit is zo nutteloos
niemand leest deze lyrics |
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het punt met dit soort topics is dat je teveel moet lezen. Wat dat betreft zijn korte zinsnedes, regels of strofes beter behapbaar.
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Streep mijn naam maar weg
Uit je boekje met adressen Veel vijven, nog meer zessen Nu ik alles open leg Nu ik alles kan bekennen Moet jij er nog aan wennen Dat het waar is wat ik zeg Streep mijn naam maar weg Blader maar niet meer In het album met portretten En vergeten droogboeketten Leg me nu maar neer Leg me maar terzijde Als een boek uit vroeger tijden Want je leest het maar 1 keer Blader maar niet meer Leugens zijn zo prachtig Zo stil en raadselachtig Zolang ze nog zichzelf zijn Zolang je ze gelooft Laat ze rusten in je hoofd Want de waarheid doet pas pijn Blader maar niet meer In je dagboek en je schriften Alle potloden en stiften Schreven nooit iets neer Dat je nu houvast kan geven Dat je nu laat overleven Doe nog 1 keer wat ik zeg: Streep mijn naam maar weg |
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ik vind dat muziekspelletje alles behalve nuttig, denk alleen wel dat mensen meer in die topic lezen dan er hier wordt gedaan |
en je hoeft heus niet zo aangesproken te voelen hoor:p
val jou niet aan als ik zeg dat lyrics posten geen nut heeft, al is het een door jou aangemaakte topic |
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Fall No More
Bella Morte Find the end, let us start again Feelings lost now surge as oceans So grey she rises to the world And her name shattered years ago Scattered with the northern snow Fragments hidden well within our minds Til the rains fall no more Til the nights no longer find us here alone Til the rains fall no more Til the night no longer finds us here alone In death's eyes sorrow lingered once Seeing her life torn apart The shackles fell to see her free to walk the earth In her eyes life is present still Through the day I watch her sleeping I hold her close forever more Til the rains fall no more Til the nights no longer find us here alone Til the rains fall no more Til the night no longer finds us here alone |
Van me favo band Raised Fist:
- Breaking Me Up All this is breaking me. Same old story same old history. And I'm wondering will this ever end. Will I be able to trust in my friends ? Always shared everything with you. Answer with a backstab that is what you do. Thinking of breaking this to pieces. It's really time for a longer recess. All this is breaking me. So far from reality. Can not picture myself in this mess. Can not pass by the distress. Your smile seem like fake. When I'm talking loud about the break. No words can forgive you now. Running from my dreams this time more proud. Your bad words can not even touch me. Back with more strength and new energy. And this time it's for real. I have finally realized how you make me feel //////////////////////////////////////////////////////// - Illustration Of Desperation This part goes out to people like you who knew that this could come through It's so hard to explain the strength of the chain that binds us We keep this inside shining of pride knowing that you're existing You always denied us, tried to divide us into everything Lack of communication takes the breath out of me I'm pleading without seeing and I'm looking for my enemy I have no patience when I see that you are filled with greed The only thing that satisfies you is when I bleed... bleed... bleed This is an illustration of desperation When you're getting your education from the fucking T.V.-station Seem to fade away - I seem to fade away - I wanna fade away! This is an illustration of desperation When you're getting your education from the fucking T.V.-station Seem to fade away, I wanna fade away! This part goes out to those fucking fools breaking hearts into pieces Making up names, setting their aims to talk shit about all releases I want to extend this to some of the people I usually bump into The running man without a band who thinks he's everything just because of a fucking tattoo |
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Ik vind Killing Revenues ook wel een vette tekst hebben. |
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Sie wolte ganz alleine sein. Das kleine Kind stand still fur Stunde. So hat mann es for Tot befunden. Es war verscharrt in nasem Sand. Mit einem Spieluhr in dem Hand. Tututututututututu uit m'n hoofd dus spelfouten voorbehouden |
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Wollte ganz alleine sein. Das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden. So hat mann es für tot befunden. Es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand. Mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand. --- voor de rest uit de kunst, poepie |
Ha!
k ben wel goed. En dan te bedenken dat ik altijd onvoldoendes haalde voor Duits, maar het toch gehaald heb omdat m'n lerares me zo aardig vond :o:) |
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