05-12-2005, 12:48
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What said, post hier de mooiste/geniaalste lyrics
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05-12-2005, 12:54
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AGAINST ME!
"Searching For A Former Clarity" No the doctors didn't tell you, that you were dying. They just collected their money, And sent you on your way. But you knew all along, went on pretending nothing was wrong, you said I will keep my focus, till the end. And in the journal you kept, by the side of your bed. You wrote nightly in aspiration, of developing as an author. Confessing childhood secrets, of dressing up in women's clothes, Compulsions you never knew the reasons to, Well everyone, you ever meet or love, be just relationship based on a false presumption, despite everyone, you ever meet or love, in the end, will you be all alone? As the disease spreads slowly through your body, pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs, your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last, your coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade, as your hair thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened, as the lesions spotted your skin, as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage, as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price, as the lights blended into the continuing noise, as all hope was finally lost. Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition. Let this be the end. Let this be the last song. Let this be the end. Let all be forgiven.
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05-12-2005, 12:59
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Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb Human zombies, staring blank faces No reason to live, dead in the womb Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance Condemned to die before I could breathe Millions are screaming, the dead are still living This Earth has died yet no one has seen Funeralopolis I don't care, this world means nothing Life has no meaning, my feelings are numb Faceless masses filed like gravestones Sacrificed for the glory of one Funerary cities, flesh press factories Corporate maggots feed on the carrion Funeralopolis, grey morgue apocalypse Black clouds form to block out the sun Funeral planet, dead black asteroid Mausoleum, this world is a tomb Human zombies, staring blank faces No reason to live, dead in the womb Funeralopolis Planet of the dead Funeralopolis Planet of the dead Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance Condemned to die before I could breathe Millions are screaming, the dead are still living This Earth has died yet no one has seen Funeralopolis Planet of the dead Funeralopolis Planet of the dead Funeralopolis Funeralopolis Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
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The death toll is rising
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05-12-2005, 13:00
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http://www.cs.ualberta.ca/~wfb/cantatas/211.html
Muzikale strijd om een bakkie troost door Picander en een anonieme dichter, door Bach op muziek gezet in 1734.
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05-12-2005, 13:07
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Against Me is zowiezo geniaal.
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05-12-2005, 13:26
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Spinvis- Smalfilm
ik ben een vrouw van veertig met een sigaret ik heb een buitenaardse stof in mijn bloed ik werd verleden jaar ontvoerd door een ruimteschip en sindsdien gaat het met mij niet zo goed ik weet wel waar ze wonen want je kunt het zien als je de letters van hun naam omdraait de waarheid is een raadsel en dat gaat als volgt het is een goeie vriend maar altijd te laat ik heb een eigen flat ik heb de radio aan het is alweer woensdag ik heb een Golf GTI een tijdje terug reed ik een fietser dood maar gelukkig heeft geen mens me gezien het komt maar zelden voor dat ik een zin afmaak maar je maakt mij echt niks wijs het noodlot is een raadsel en dat gaat als volgt het kost je niks en toch altijd prijs als ik uitga ben ik een fotograaf en ik ben schrijver als ik vrienden bezoek op het ogenblik zit ik heel even zonder werk maar binnenkort begin ik aan mijn eerste boek in de spiegel neem ik soms alvast de pose aan voor de foto op de achterkant dromen zijn een raadsel en dat gaat als volgt het smelt in je hoofd en niet in je hand ik ben een monoliet ik ben de wetenschap ik ben een grote man van 50 jaar vandaag knipte ik een muis in twee en die naaide ik toen mooi maar weer aan elkaar maar soms vanuit een hoek kijken mij dingen aan vanuit de schaduw van de kathedraal alles is een raadsel maar ik weet nog niet in wat voor vorm en in welke taal ik ben al heel erg oud en ik mis mijn vrouw en mijn oude handen trillen heel de dag beneden kun je kaarten bij de automaat alhoewel dat van mijn dochter niet mag dan zeggen ze dat ik zo goed de kaarten schud en dan lach ik elke keer maar weer mee ik ken een raadsel over eenzaamheid en het gaat als volgt wat doet pijn en telt voor twee. Spinvis- In staat van narcose dokter dokter dokter dokter ik zie vlekken op de zon ik zweefde over steden maar nu lig ik hier neergesmakt op het beton camera drie is overbelicht iedereen lacht wat was de grap toch blijft er altijd iemand liggen in de cirkel het bedrag wordt uitgekeerd het publiek applaudisseert alles zo mooi alleen wat verder weg ik zie nog wel wat wazig ik weet niet wat ik zeg morgen of misschien wat later koop ik een fakkel en een kruis en dan loop ik over natgesneeuwde straten en 's avonds ga ik weer naar huis man rot toch op er is geen bewijs kijk wat er staat dag in dag uit je shaked en je kooi is te klein je wordt door de lampen verblind man nemen we godverdomme geen kind dan ik weet even niet meer zo gauw wat ik zeggen wou alles is gewoon ik ben nog steeds verdoofd ik heb nog steeds de tune van de Power Rangers in mijn hoofd morgen of wat later ga ik naar de dode zee waar de dode meeuwen zingen ik neem mijn fender mee trage dode golven dode vissen in mijn net daar zal ik blijven wachten taxi taxi taxi taxi ik heb een ander adres biddend in de schaduw staat een reiger met een bijbel en een mes weten doe je het nooit maar in principe gaan we dood alles is okee een beetje instabiel ik heb bloed aan beide handen maar ik weet niet waar ik viel alles is zo mooi en de wolken zijn zo groot ik zweer dat ik een pony zag misschien ben ik wel dood alles komt wel goed maar ik ben nog wat beperkt als ik nou maar rustig blijf is de injectie uitgewerkt alles is normaal maar ik ben nog steeds van glas dus misschien moet ik maar even blijven liggen blijven liggen in het gras Sowieso veel van Spinvis.
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That's what happens when you look, lady. Now you're a salt pillar, and all the deer are gonna lick ya.
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05-12-2005, 13:34
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Laat de Anal Cunt teksten maar weer komen.
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05-12-2005, 13:39
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05-12-2005, 13:54
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Alle nummers van The Mars Volta hebben ook wel sicke teksten, al heb ik geen zin om die allemaal op te zoeken.
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05-12-2005, 14:54
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Heel veel van Bad Religion <3
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For a nihilist, nothing at least is something..
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05-12-2005, 15:01
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05-12-2005, 15:02
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Anal Cunt - I Noticed that you're gay
i saw you buying a pearl jam record,and i noticed that you're gay i saw you hanging around in allston,and i noticed that you're gay i saw you riding around on your rollerblades,and i noticed that you're gay i saw you getting your tongue pierced,and i noticed that you're gay i heard you spend all day on the internet,and i noticed that you're gay i saw you drinking a frappucino,and i noticed that you're gay i saw you wearing a fucking tree shirt,and i noticed that you're gay you've got a tribal tattoo, and i noticed that you're gay Anal Cunt - Mike Mahan Has Gingivitis mike mahan has gingivitis [x4] mike mahan [x4] Anal Cunt - I Respect Your Feelings As A Woman And A Human I was watering my rose garden and you walked by my place I almost ran up to you in a lustful, unsensitive haste I almost cried cause I acted so insensitive But I wanted you to know about the feather-soft warmth I could give I respect your feelings I respect your gender I respect your existence I'll always be tender Cause I respect your feelings As a woman and a human I'll be the pansy-growing gardener of our bouquet of love A flower-wielding soldier with the grace of a dove I'll love you all, heart, mind and soul, I'd never think of anything cheap I'll read you some of my poems before you go to sleep I respect your feelings I respect your gender I respect your existence I'll always be tender Cause I respect your feelings As a woman and a human
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Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful
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05-12-2005, 15:04
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de gehele bright eyes catalogus, zo ongeveer.
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05-12-2005, 15:15
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hello dave.
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05-12-2005, 15:16
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05-12-2005, 15:18
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Interpol ja.
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the plastics
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05-12-2005, 15:22
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i jumped in the river oh what did i see
black eyed angels swam with me a moon full of stars and astral cars all the things i used to see all my lovers were there with me all my pasts and futures and we all went to heaven in a little rowboat there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
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dónde está la playa?
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05-12-2005, 15:28
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Good Riddance - In My Head (origineel van Psychedelic Furs, maar die ken ik nie).
I can't pull in all the stops But it rained on all of this With the sirens in my sleep And her sorrow at my kiss I can't turn away Hold the half turn when you pray All the vanity and fate Written on her crazy face Here in my head I here you say Here in my head I here you pray Time is what is made Made by others i regret "Remeber me" I hear it say Other faces I forget Hope you get up off your feet Shake the dust out of your shoes City lights and all my jazz And all my demonstrations to Here in my head I here you say Here in my head I here you pray Time is what is made Made by others i regret "Remeber me" I hear it say Other faces I forget Here in my head I here you say Here in my head I here you pray [x2] en Rise Against - Black masks and gasoline. Simply because you can breathe, doesn't mean you're alive, or that you really live. this life has taken it's toll and she just doesn't know, how much more she can give But here, at the top of the world, where I raise my hands and I clench my fists, they stand before me below, demanding the answers with flips of a switch I don't understand where you got this idea, so deeply engrained in your head (that this world) is something that you must impress, cause I couldn't care less A need for revolution's rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air, we're not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year I don't understand where you got this idea, so deeply engrained in your head (that this world) is something that you must impress, cause I couldn't care less So here and now, in our rotting nation the blood, it pours, it's all on our hands now we live, in fear, of our own potential to win, to lose, it's all on our hands now And I have an American Dream, but it involves black masks and gasoline, one day I'll turn these thoughts into screams, at a world turned its back down on me I don't understand where you got this idea, so deeply engrained in your head (that this world) is something that you must impress, cause I couldn't care less
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05-12-2005, 15:41
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How can this happen to me - Simple Plan
I open my eyes I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light. I can't remember how I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight And I can't stand the pain And I can't make it go away No I can't stand the pain *CHORUS* How could this happen to me I've made my mistakes Got nowhere to run The night goes on as I'm fading away I'm sick of this life I just want to scream How could this happen to me Everybody's screaming I try to make a sound but no one hears me I'm slipping off the edge I'm hanging by a thread I want to start this over again So I try to hold On to a time when Nothing mattered And I can't explain What happened and I can't erase the things that I've done No I can't *CHORUS* How could this happen to me I've made my mistakes Got nowhere to run The night goes on as I'm fading away I'm sick of this life I just want to scream How could this happen to me Hoe kon ik deze vergeten. Is maar grapje hoor hihi.
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05-12-2005, 15:50
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Eigenlijk de meeste nummers van A Perfect Circle
O.a: Gravity Lost again Broken and weary Unable to find my way Tail in hand Dizzy and clearly unable to Just let this go I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun I choose to live I fell again Like a baby unable to stand on my own Tail in hand Dizzy and clearly unable to just let this go High and surrendering to the gravity and the unknown Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun I choose to live, I choose to live, I choose to live Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun Help me survive the bottom Calm these hands before they Snare another pill and Drive another nail down another Needy hole please release me I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun I choose to live, I choose to live en: Orestes Metaphor for a missing moment Pull me into your perfect circle One womb One shape One resolve Liberate this will To release us all Gotta cut away, clear away Snip away and sever this Umbilical residue that's Keeping me from killing you And from pulling you down with me in here I can almost hear you scream Give me One more medicated peaceful moment One more medicated peaceful moment And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming Hostility Because I don't wanna feel this overwhelming Hostility Gotta cut away Clear away Snip away and sever this Umbilical residue Gotta cut away Clear away Snip away and sever this Umbilical residue that's Keeping me from killing you Keeping me from killing you
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Hold my head, we'll trampoline finally through the roof
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05-12-2005, 16:05
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Wat een dramatisch gezever.
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sup birdie.
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05-12-2005, 16:08
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5 Minute Grind - Who Needs Guitars Anyway?
WRAAAAAAH JAAAAAAUUUUW AHH JAAAUUWW POPPOPOPOPOPOPOP WRAPAPAPAPOP AAAAUUUWWW WRAPAPAPAPAUUWW JAWAWLAWAWAUW JAWAWAWOW JAWAWAWAWABAUW WREPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEPEP JAAAUUWWWWOPOPWOWOWOOOW IEEHHH
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05-12-2005, 16:14
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Jou avater luistert duidelijk naar The Futureheads - Decent Days and Nights. Maar das niet echt een hoogdravende tekst. Interpol idd ja.
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Logic will break your heart.....
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05-12-2005, 16:17
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anberlin - dance, dance, christa päffgen.
She's got the time says she got time on her side Running the rule Commanding the late boys eyes She runs around, knows all the streets by name So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean She's intoxicating, soon your favorite drink Your black dress in disarray Only dance floor prayers can save you Temperatures rise and I start to move But it's you that's coursing through my veins Say she's got hope Took shelter to the Hollywood list, taking control Wanted my heart but I gave her my soul She's like a Paige Davis with a Monroe kiss Disappeared today, left no trace But someday I'll know your name Don't need no drugs, you're my chemical Now I'm dependent, swear I'm clinical Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight I need a fix in those heroin eyes Don't need no drugs, you're my chemical Now I'm dependent, no not cynical Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight I need a fix in those heroin eyes She's no saint but she'll take you to your knees Try her boy, but she'll still do what she please Do you believe in science? She prefers chemistry She wanted my love but I gave her the rest of me Dear Stephen Patrick: You'll adore me before the night is over If London's calling don't you dare pick up the phone Only you entwined could make this orphan feel at home Lips that need no introduction, but now waiting for your call if picture's worth a thousand words Then your touch is worth them all heerlijke tekst.
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hello dave.
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05-12-2005, 16:20
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aahw die wilde ik echt net posten(L)
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05-12-2005, 16:22
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ik ben je voor!
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hello dave.
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05-12-2005, 16:29
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Vrijwel alles van biggie
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05-12-2005, 16:29
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zoetsappig maar ik vind het echt een heerlijk nummer + lyric.
anberlin / autobahn And we're driving just as fast as we can and we're racing to outrun the wind It's just me and you and you and me so wild eyed so young, bright eyed and free And we're trying to get out of here and a small town romance draws ever near And I swear we're in a movie the highlight comes when you kiss me The stereo sings our song and we don't hesitate to sing along Drive to dream to live, we could see the world tonight Here to hope tomorrow we could see the world And we're miles from the middle of nowhere and neither of us seems to care And that's why I love you so, shut your mouth girl no one has to know And time seems to drip like Dali and neither of us has a place to be So for once and forever tell me all of your dreams
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05-12-2005, 16:31
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en 1 van mijn favorieten:
interpol - the new. wish I could live free I hope it's not beyond me settling down it takes time one day we'll live together and life will be better I have it here yeah in my mind baby, you know someday you'll slow baby, my heart's been breaking I gave a lot to you I take a lot from you too you slave a lot from me guess you could say i gave you my edge I can't pretend I need to defend some part of me from you I know I've spent some time a-lying I can't pretend I don't need to defend some part of me from you I know I've spent some time a-lying You're looking alright tonight I think we should go You're looking alright tonight I think we should go
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hello dave.
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05-12-2005, 16:33
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05-12-2005, 16:35
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Precies, helemaal mijn ding.
Ik neem trouwens aan dat jij meer van de schreeuwende mensen die op gitaren rammen bent? Laatst gewijzigd op 05-12-2005 om 16:40.
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05-12-2005, 16:37
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"dreaming, dreaming of a girl like me hey what are you waiting for - feeding, feeding me I feel like I'm disappearing - getting smaller every day but I look in the mirror - I'm bigger in every way she said: you aren't never going anywhere you aren't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere I'm in heaven now - I can see you Richard goodbye Hollywood, goodbye downey - hello Janis hello Dennis, Elvis - and all my brand new friends I'm so glad you're all here with me, until the very end dreaming, dreaming of how it's supposed to be but now this tunic's spinning - around my arms and knees I feel like I'm disappearing - getting smaller every day but when I open my mouth to sing - I'm bigger in every way she said: you aren't never going anywhere you aren't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere hey mom! look I'm up here - I finally made it I'm playing the drums again too don't be sad - the band doesn't sound half bad and I remember mom, what you said you said honey - you look so under-fed [background voices singing various covers] [Kim] another green salad, another ice tea there's a tunic in the closet waiting just for me I feel like I'm disappearing - getting smaller every day but I look in your eyes - and I'm bigger in every way she said: you aren't never going anywhere you aren't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere I ain't never going anywhere goodbye Richard - gotta go now I'm finally on my own - but Dan's got a gig keep the love lights glowing - little girl's got the blues I can still hear momma say: "honey don't let it go to your head""
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Uit de slobber gewassen kluit.
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05-12-2005, 16:40
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Dat is geen dramatisch gezever, n00b. Bovendien kan Kim Gordon alles roepen bij mij, ik glij sowieso op haar stem,
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05-12-2005, 16:58
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U spend your days and nights online
Your website makes U proud But if U had a single friend at all they would be LOL Well it seems I may have crossed the line I've gone and made U pissed Now UR going to take me off of your buddy list If you can't get a date because you live with your mom Then you'll feel right at home at Loserdotcom If you don't have a life but you've got plenty of ROM Then you'll feel right at home at Loserdotcom U tell me that your sex life It has not been bland Since U learned how to click and type with just 1 hand UR a keyboard Casanova UR a Digital Don Juan UR a chat room Romeo and U want to get it on URL IRC MSN HTTP AOL ISP LOS ERUB I guess U can't see what is wrong You've got your modem and your mouse And U think you've got it going on U once had a life but it is gone www.loser.com (good clean fun)
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05-12-2005, 17:18
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Hangt van mijn stemming af.
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05-12-2005, 17:40
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Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back, And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone. Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on. I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town, I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, But is there because he's a victim of the times. I wear the black for those who never read, Or listened to the words that Jesus said, About the road to happiness through love and charity, Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me. Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose, In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes, But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back, Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black. I wear it for the sick and lonely old, For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold, I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been, Each week we lose a hundred fine young men. And, I wear it for the thousands who have died, Believen' that the Lord was on their side, I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died, Believen' that we all were on their side. Well, there's things that never will be right I know, And things need changin' everywhere you go, But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right, You'll never see me wear a suit of white. Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day, And tell the world that everything's OK, But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, 'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
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05-12-2005, 17:49
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echt niet dat ik die hele lappen tekst ga lezen he.
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05-12-2005, 17:52
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I fucking want to shove your shit up your cunt, watch it liquefy as use it for lubrication, punch you in the throat and cum in your mouth, watch you gasp for breath as I cut off air to your lungs... eat it, swallow it vomit it, fuck it... Filth, I can't explain it, filth, I can't control it, filth motherfucker, filth is what it fucking live for...
I talk the talk, I walk the walk pushing myself to the limit my sickening obsessions redefine deviance...My senses are corroded my psyche contaminated, to you this is asinine, for me this is fucking heaven... Sexual purity is motherfucking boring and will be shattered...Grinding down society with constant fucking is now the standard...Rid the fucking world of all that's good and pure... A new state of mind, a new dementia, fuck you...In the catacombs of my mind, is the origin of a morbid fucker.. who are you to judge me, you are fucking just like me...I'm the most perverse motherfucker you'll ever fucking meet, a fanatic with a sex drive for savage ecstasy.. vivid, vile perversion you're my servant for intrusion, fulfillment of my urges is your only fucking purpose...filth, motherfucker, FILTH.
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05-12-2005, 18:03
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Melancholisch pruttopic. Ik weiger.
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05-12-2005, 18:42
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Tsja dat soort aandachtsgeile mensen moeten er ook zijn he...
Post dan niets.
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05-12-2005, 19:02
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A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent
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05-12-2005, 19:16
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Born to Lose schreef: 'Maar goed helaas kunnen we niet allemaal zo geweldig zijn als kudel... wat zou het leven dan toch mooi zijn.'
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05-12-2005, 19:59
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Spinvis - Bagagedrager Je droomt wel vaker van een feest Maar hier ben je nog nooit geweest Iedereen kijkt naar voetbal En een vent zeurt aan je kop Wat wil die man in hemelsnaam Hoe kom je hier Hoe kom je hier vandaan En als je wegkomt Waarheen wou je dan wel gaan Hij praat maar door maar jij dwaalt af Dus je weet niet wie de wedstrijd wint Als je luistert naar de wolken Als je luistert naar de wind Je agenda en je zonnebril Wat doen die hier nou Maar je ligt weer in je eigen bed In je eigen lot En opeens staat alles stil Een motor draait De baby huilt Een vogel schreeuwt De dag begint En de snelweg suist Tis altijd wat en altijd spijt Van al het geld en alle tijd Op de onverharde wegen Die je naar hier hebben geleid De ochtenden zijn wit en koud En hoe je ook je stuur vasthoudt De wind komt door je handschoenen heen Je vingers zijn versteend Zo is er altijd iets wat je verlamd En is het niet de wiet Dan is het wel de drank of zo Het spookt maar in je hoofd Het was lang geleden een eeuwigheid Je fietste op de afsluitdijk Ik weet niet wat je er nu van vind Als je luistert naar de wolken Als je luistert naar de wind Citaat:
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05-12-2005, 20:02
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Spinvis is toch wel zo verschrikkelijk.
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sup birdie.
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05-12-2005, 20:10
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Alles van Slayer natuurlijk.
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Hou je bek of ik stop mijn lul erin.
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05-12-2005, 20:16
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ik zou niet zeggen dat dit het meest geniale is, maar het is wel een ongelooflijk goede tekst.
dus: Man's best friend is beautiful and affectionate, an ideal pet. Cats are the same, we make up their names and our love for them is real. Listen up, I gotta ask you, how can we be so cruel? You say you care, that's a lie. My true compassion is for all living things and not just the ones who are cute so I do what I can. I wanna save lives and I've got a plan. Under the table he'll eat your dinner like the veggies we can't stand. What kind of meal would he make? We don't want to ask it. Tradition is all that keeps him alive. Listen up, I gotta ask how can we be so cruel? You say you care, that's a lie. My true compassion is for all living things and not just the ones who are cute so I do what I can. I wanna save lives and I've got a plan. Why am I so upset. Don't even own a pet. I am not trying to press my will. I am not the first to say... THOU SHALT NOT KILL Full is all you want to feel. We eat to stay alive, but it's their lives we steal. I think we'd like to change, but most of us are stuck, that's why cats and dogs have ALL THE LUCK van Gorilla Biscuits
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05-12-2005, 20:18
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Wow, ben ik de eerste die deze 'grap' maakt?
Moonsorrow - Sankaritarina "Kuolee karja, kuolee suku, samaten itse kuolet; vaan nimi ei koskaan kuole, hältä ken on hyvän saanut. Kuolee karja, kuolee suku, samaten itse kuolet; yhden tiedän mik' ei kuole: manalle menneen maine." (Hávamál) Jo luku viimeinen saa, surmansa kohdannut lepää sijallaan. Veljet maljan simaa nostavat, tyhjäksi juovat nimeen vainajan. Kaunis laiva kantaakseen saa miehen rauenneen, laskua tuonpuoleiseen se vartoo rannalla. Aseet, korut, rikkaudet matkamies saa mukaansa, alla suuren rovion lipuu hautansa. (Ja katso! Voiko toista niin ylvästä näkyä olla kuin hiljaisten liekkien kurotus tähtiä kohti.) Kuolemaan me jok'ikinen kuljemme; jumalat ovat elävät valinneet. Veljemme syliin aaltojen laskemme; jää hyvästi, sinut aina muistamme. Kunniaa ei miekka voi taltuttaa; jumalat ovat sankarit nimenneet. Veljemme tuonen herralle luovutamme; siis hyvästi - kunnes jälleen kohtaamme.
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