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Lyrics..
.. wie, vinden jullie, heeft de meest indrukwekkende lyrics?
Ik zelf ga voor AFI (a fire inside) ... maar dat engelse taalgebruik op de meest recente cd van ze is op sommige stukken echt onbegrijpelijk, vooral als je het moet matchen aan het geheel. in de categorie "begrijpelijke maar goed gevonden originele (kortom goede) teksten" ga ik voor lagwagon :) |
Hoezo verkeerde forum?
Maar oke, een misklik kan ik begrijpen |
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Muziek he :)
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bright eyes.
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NOFX - New Happy Birthday Song
NOFX - Drugs are good. En voor de rest ga ik er niet mere over denken. |
metallica. Met gemak.
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conor oberst, tim kasher, jeff buckley, nick drake, thom yorke, sufjan stevens, etc.....
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gorilla biscuits scoort hoog bij mij. simpel, doch doeltreffend :p
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Talk Talk, Marillion (!), bijvoorbeeld. Maar er zijn er zoveel...
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the smashing pumpkins
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Het latere Bathory
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Mercyful Fate :cool:
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death cab for cutie / the postal service, thursday, everytime i die, as friends rust
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oja death cab en corgan hoe kan ik ze vergeten:)
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death cab dus
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streets/mecano/R.E.M.
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Soilwork
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blablabla edit: ik hou niet van dat zweverige, gewoon to the point |
Ratm
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Immortal Technique heeft echt sterke lyrics.
Dit zijn de lyrics van Industrial Revolution van zijn album Revolutionary vol. 2. [Verse 1] Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch and now these parasites wanna prosenna my asscap trying to control perspective like an acid flashback but here's a quotable for every single record exec get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream and that's the primary reason that I hate ya faggots I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker and murder counter revolutionaries personally break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pocks your all getting shot, you little fucking tregerous bitches [Hook] This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company you can call it reparations or restitution lock and load nigga, industrial revolution [Verse 2] I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave two million people in prison keep the government paid stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave i was made by revolution to speak to the masses deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion you motherfuckers will never get me to stop blastin' your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion your better off banging for twenty points for a label your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels Technique chemically unstable, set to explode foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets [Hook] |
K's choice , Radiohead (oh zo onbegrijpelijk) , Sophia , Damien Rice
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The Reindeer Section
Snow Patrol Oftewel Gary Lightbody <3 (y) |
thrice, strung out
en pulley omdat t lekker simpel is maar toch heel goed in elkaar zit |
Oja en Brand New (y) (luister ik nu)
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Ik zet gewoon lyrics neer, hoppa:
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass, And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, And your basement clothes and your hollow face, Who among them can think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss, And you wouldn't know it would happen like this, But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug, And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs, And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs, Who among them do you think could resist you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide. But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Oh, how could they ever mistake you? They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm, But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm, And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms, How could they ever, ever persuade you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go, And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show, Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold, And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul, Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? |
Die is idd geniaal (y)
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dan doe ik mee:
Be Mine I never thought of this as funny It speaks another world to me I want to be your Easter bunny I want to be your Christmas tree. I'll strip the world that you must live in of all its godforsaken greed. I'll ply the tar out of your feathers. I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet. you and me. you and me. and if I choose your sanctuary I want to wash you with my hair. I want to drink of sacred fountains and find the riches hidden there. I'll eat the lotus and peyote. I want to hear the caged bird sing. I want the secrets of the Temple. I want the finger with the ring. you and me. you and me. you will see. that if you make me your religion I'll give you all the room you need. I'll be the drawing of your breath. I'll be the cup if you should bleed. I'll be the sky above the Ganges I'll be the vast and stormy sea. I'll be the lights that guide you inward. I'll be the visions you will see. the visions you will see. you will see. you will see. you and me. you and me. you and me. mooier kun je het verlangen naar iemand volgens mij niet omschrijven <3 |
Dan doe ik ook maar mee.
[El-Producto] Do you know who you are.. Do you know who you are fucking with? Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power that we have? We will fucking kill you! I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist rapid emcee perversion -- I'm America! Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb from the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America! You bitchy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter With Bay of Pig tactics makin young men into martyrs (Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land Smiley faced opportunity cypher and jump on the CoFlow pension plan A proletariat, crushing State of the Union between serpentine words and mass confusion of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment Your family will love my low-rent, low-life no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters that the other slaughter crews pay all they dues in You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants Fuckin with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized and an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!) Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (Awww, SHUT UP!!) Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product and conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism SENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence Triple-felon citizen paid pennance! Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence Lock em up first, then ask questions Omniscient presence, my CHARM is the weapon with cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN 'TIL HE CONFESSES "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" [El-P] I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em! {*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*} [El-Producto] I'm America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murders You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my service! Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver Eraser, city-headed momument defacer comprising of patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger that lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS! I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom to your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on Soundbombing I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary Invite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinities What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassment by the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker, that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!) You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies in a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy My favorite flavour of gas is mustard I'm fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice! "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" {*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*} [El-Producto] Treason will not be tolerated! You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change! Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras! MotherFUCKER! Company Flow - Patriotism. |
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Ik begrijp niet waar jij het op baseert dat 'dat' zo'n fantastische tekst is. |
death by stereo
strung out lagwagon |
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Idd! vooral de teksten van ...and justice for all zijn erg goed. |
metallica heeft hele sterke lyrics: fade to black, mama said, god that failed, dyers eve etc etc etc
sentenced kan er ook wat van |
haha deze is ook mooi:
Skinless-Tampon Lollipops Ralph the janitor enjoys his job He sweeps and mops up the garbage and crud While alone at night he searches for goodies He goes into every room hoping and praying that someone is flowing Discarded plastic applicators in the bathrooms left behind by fertile young chicks Discarded plastic applicators in the bathrooms just waiting to be collected Heavy days are here again it's that time of the month Tampons and pads are easily accessible he senses the disposal of soiled cotton bags one of the many perks of his job In a woman's stall he takes a tampon and he dips it into the bowl Sucking out the menstrual goop he swishes the flavor around his mouth Discarded plastic applicators in the bathrooms left behind by fertile young chicks Discarded plastic applicators in the bathrooms just waiting to be collected Rub a pile of moistened maxi pads on your face in order to prevent breaking out in blackheads and zits Dip a rag in a steaming cup of water, vampire tea is my favorite |
pennywise, metallica, soad, deftones (wazig maar wel cool)
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Marillion - Fugazi
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell Extinguishing the fires in a private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the licence Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptised in the tears from the real Tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the piccadilly line, rat race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition An albatross in the marrytime tradition Sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck From the time-life-guardians in their conscience bubbles Safe and dry in my sea of troubles Nine to five with suitable ties Cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero Becalm bestill, bewitch Drowning in the real Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends While his generation digests high fibre ignorance Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door belsens Pandoras box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens Waiting, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button The penultimate migration Radioactive perfumes For the fashionably For the terminally insane, insane D-d-do you realise? D-d-do you realise? D-d-do you realise, this world is totally fugazi Where are the prophets Where are the visionaries Where are the poets To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary |
hmm niemand heeft nog wat over Incubus gezegd...
hebben zeker ook wel steengoede teksten |
Bad Religion nuff said
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AC/DC (Bon Scott era)
(AC/DC - Let there be Rock) In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty-five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news He said - "Let there be sound", and there was sound "Let there be light", and there was light "Let there be drums", and there was drums "Let there be guitar", and there was guitar "Let there be rock" |
Vind lang niet alle teksten van Metallica even goed, maar er zitten zeker fijne teksten tussen...
Thursday hier en daar ook. Funeral For A Friend. This Beautiful Mess. The Cure heeft ook erg goede teksten i.m.o. |
Guru (GangStarr) heeft ook goede teksten (check mijn sig).
Dit zijn de lyrics van 'Peace Of Mine' van hun 7de album (Solo albums niet meegerekend): The Ownerz "[DJ Premier] Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop? THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO! All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS! FUCK Y'ALL!!! [Guru] Real talk, serious thoughts True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"] [Guru] At times I feel like my back's against the wall And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all I stand my ground, that's what I was taught While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort In the midst of war, I find peace within Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in The mind is a terrible thing to waste I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate Of course I want money, but I won't compromise Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys? With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman Here with my nigga Premier son And we came to change the game We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame? Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat Cats be buyin up SoundScans to beef up sales Niggaz wanna crossover, wanna be upscale Fuck that, that ain't hip-hop, that's somethin else You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin you prankster I thank y'all for makin more room for us, uhh Ashes to dust you wonder who's to trust My sense of self, and my mental health is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth A lot of niggaz get cash, and collect Mercedes But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies Then the chicks turn and act like dudes Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine I'ma make moves and I'ma leave you behind At times I feel like my back's against the wall And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all I stand my ground, that's what I was taught While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort In the midst of war, I find peace within Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in The mind is a terrible thing to waste I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"] ["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"] [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"] [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live.."] ["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]" |
opgewolle heeft ook goeie teksten
check gwon het album 'vloeistof' en je weet waarover ik het heb |
Burzum - Jesus' Tod
En skikkelse lå der på bakken så vond at de blomster rundt visnet en dyster sjel lå der på bakken så kald at alt vann ble til is En skygge da falt over skogen da skikkelsens sjel visnet bort for skikkelsens sjel var en skygge en skygge av vondskapens makt En Duits: Eine Gestalt lag auf dem Boden so bösartig, dab die Blumen um sie herum verwelkten eine dunkle Seele lag auf dem Boden so kalt, dab alles Wasser sich in Eis verwabdelte Ein Schatten fiel über den Wald als des Gestalts Seele dahinwelkte denn des gestalts Seele war ein Schatten ein Schatten der Kräfte des Bösen. |
Ach, vertaal dat meteen even naar het Engels en/of Nederlands. :)
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