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22-11-2003, 12:27
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NOFX - The Decline
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22-11-2003, 12:35
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22-11-2003, 12:38
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The Smiths - How soon is now?
I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Oh, of nothing in particular You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does There's a club, if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you So you go, and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home, and you cry And you want to die When you say it's gonna happen "now" Well, when exactly do you mean ? See I've already waited too long And all my hope is gone
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22-11-2003, 12:49
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ehm.. hoe kan ik het vriendelijk zeggen... *haalt diep adem* Tatu heeft dit gecoverd..., veel mensen hebben dit gecoverd + het is gebruikt voor Charmed... best goed gelukt nog  .
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22-11-2003, 13:05
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 Je bent 16 staat er, ik ken genoeg mensen van 16 die denken dat alles wat nu geproduceerd wordt origineel is, dus (eigenlijk ken ik er zo te veel, en de vraag die jij stelde is mij ook al best wel héél vaak gesteld, vandaar de opkomende agressie).Maar daar ging het dus niet om.
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22-11-2003, 13:06
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 maar het is al goed hoor.
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22-11-2003, 13:36
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If my body was twice the size it was then I might look alright but I don’t because, I’ve got a disproportioned head. And the people they point and laugh at me and they tell me it’s huge cuz honestly – I’ve got a disproportioned head. Don’t try and be nice and say, “It’s really not that big” cuz I am well aware that you are lying – about my head. It blocks out the sun like a parasol. And I’m walking around like a Dodger doll cuz I’ve got a disproportioned head. And I can’t make it better with surgery. So I’m stuck with this skull and the world can see, I’ve got a disproportioned head. Don’t try and be nice to me because you think I’m near. I’m across the street and I can’t hear.Don’t offer advice to me, of hats- it’s all been tried.They don’t really make them in my size……Head.And I can only fit in convertible cars.And my Mom has a 3-foot cesarean scar, cuz of my disoproportioned head And I’d go ahead and end it nowIf I could find a noose that would fit around my huge, disproportioned head.I’ve got a disproportioned head (X3)
Vandals - disproportioned head
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22-11-2003, 13:43
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maar wie post er nu Master of Puppets?
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You see us coming and you all together run for cover! WE'RE TAKING OVER THIS TOWN
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22-11-2003, 14:12
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Wat een belachelijk voorstel om één tekst uit te kiezen als beste. Want onmogelijk.
Maar neem nou Love Minus Zero/No Limit. Of I Shall Be Released.
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22-11-2003, 16:01
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Alle lyrics van My Dying Bride zijn heel erg goed!
Nile is lyric-technisch ook erg goed bezig.
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Als, als, als, wat een kutwoord. ALS ik een kutje had zat ik ook wel op paardrijden, maar ik heb verdomme geen kutje.
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22-11-2003, 16:19
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Sister Hazel - Your Winter
The grey ceiling on the earth Well it's lasted for a while Take my thoughts for what they're worth I've been acting like a child In your opinion, and what is that? It's just a different point of view What else can I do? I said I'm sorry, yeah I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry , but for? If I hurt you then I hate myself Don't want to hate myself, don't want to hurt you Why do you chew your pain? If you only know how much I love you, love you Chorus I won't be your winter I won't be anyone's excuse to cry We can be forgiven I will be here The old picture on the shelf Well it's been there for a while A frozen image of ourselves We are acting like a child Innocent and in a trance A dance that lasted for a while You read my eyes just like your diary, oh remember, please remember Well, I'm not a beggar, but what's more If I hurt you, then I hate myself, don't wanna hurt you Why do you chew your pain? If you only knew how much I love you I won't be your winter I won't be anyone's excuse to cry We can be forgiven I will be here
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22-11-2003, 16:56
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22-11-2003, 16:59
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weird Al Yankovic - Albuquerque
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop You know the place well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning My mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast Awww - Big bowl of sauerkraut Every single mornin It wa driving me crazy I said to my mom I said "Hey, mom, what's with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train And she leaned right down next to me And she said "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old That's when I swore that someday Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer And the towels are oh so fluffy Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long And anyone on the street will glady shave your back for a nickel Wacka wacka doodoo yeah Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize That's right, a first class one-way ticket to Albuquerque Albuquerque Oh yeah You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before And I gotta tell ya, it was really great Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died Except for me You know why? 'Cause I had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Ah ha ha ha Ah ha ha Ahhhh So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel But finally I arived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn Where the towels are oh so fluffy And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna It's OK, they're clean Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C And I turned on the SpectraVision And I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door Well now, who could that be? I say "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT?" They're not sayin' anything So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected It's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril Oh man, I hate it when I'm right So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel And I'm like "Hey, you can't have that" "That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me" And he's like "Tough" And I'm like "Give it" And he's like "Make me" And I'm like "'Kay" So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation Yes indeed, you better believe it And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook And twenty seconds later, I heard a farmiliar voice And you know what it said? I'll tell you what it said It said "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again" "If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator" "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again" "If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator" In Albuquerque Albuquerque Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel But I made a a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice But first, I decided to buy some donuts So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?" I said "You got any glazed donuts?" He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts" I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?" He said "No, we're outta jelly donuts" I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?" He said "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts" I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?" He said "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls" I said "You got any apple fritters?" He said "No, we're outta apple fritters" I said "You got any bear claws?" He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check" "No, we're outta bear claws" I said "Well, in that case - in that case, what do you have?" He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels" I said "OK, I'll take that" So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over (rabid gnawing sounds) Oh man, they were just going nuts They were tearin' me apart You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head" I believe it went a little something like this . . . Doh Get 'em off me Get 'em off me Oh No, get 'em off, get 'em off Oh, oh God, oh God Oh, get 'em off me Oh, oh God Ah, (more screaming) I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face Wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' Like a constipated weiner dog And as luck wouls have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams Her name was Zelda She was a caligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches I'll never forget the first thing she said to me. She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face" That's when I knew it was true love We were inseperable after that Aw, we ate together, we bathed together We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss The world was our burrito So we got married and we bought us a house And had two beautiful children - Nathaniel and Superfly Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said "Woah, hold on now, baby" "I'm just not ready for that kinda commitment" So we broke up and I never saw her again But that's just the way things go In Albuquerque Albuquerque Anyway, things really started lookin' upi for me Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream That's right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler I even made employee of the month after I put that grease fire out with my face Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that I was gettin' a lot of attitude OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil When I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw" So I did And then he gets all indignant on me He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic" Well, that's just great How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy So what's he complaining about? Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote This guy comes up to me on the street and says he hasn't had a bite in three days Well, I knew what he meant But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over And I'm like "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming (screaming sounds) You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know? Anyway, um, um, where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought Uh, well, uh, OK Anyway I, I know it's kinda been a roundabout way of saying it But I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is I hate sauerkraut That's all I'm really tryin' to say And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up And find yourself in an existential quandry Full of loathing and self-doubt And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that Somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours There's still a little place called Albuquerque Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque I said "A" (A) "L" (L) "B" (B) "U" (U) "querque" (querque) Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque (belch) Here are the lyrics from the album booklet. NOTE: The following lyrics are type exactly as they appear in the booklet. Lyrics: Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in a corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop... You know the place... Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was juuuuust peachy... except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would . . . you know what? The rest of these lyrics aren't gonna fit on here. There's just no room left. What a drag, huh? I guess we didn't plan this out very well . . . probably should've used a smaller font or a bigger piece of paper or some- thing. Sorry. We all feel just horrible about this. Well, I guess you'll just have to listen really carefully and try to figure out the words for yourself. Good luck.
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22-11-2003, 17:28
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Osdorp Posse - Onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid
Wat is er de laatste jaren toch met mij gebeurd? Ik heb harten verscheurd maar nooit getreurd of gezeurd ik was afgesloten, zelfs ongeïnterresseerd met een houding van "Het gaat toch wel een keer verkeerd" en inderdaad, vroeg of laat was het altijd raak maar het deed me niets, het was slechts vermaak ik kon praten, ik kon lachen, ik kon neuken, ik kon kussen maar altjd zat mijn zelfbescherming er tussen geen condoom, maar een hinderlijke, innerlijke muur als bescherming tegen het kwetsen en puur. de angst om voluit te gaan, echt bang een dwang van geforceerde gedachtengang ik hoorde wel het "hou van jou en blijf je trouw" maar ik dacht bij mezelf: "Ach mens, kom nou!" Want echte liefde was iets voor zoete dromen, dus ik wachtte tevergeefs of het ooit zou komen. maar nu is het voluit of onderuit! want onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid er is lef voor nodig om voluit te gaan je neemt het risico verlaten in de kou te staan het blijft een gok want het gaat wel of niet verkeerd maar je bereikt niets als je niets investeerd er is altijd wel iemand die de moeite waard is en ik wil het laten weten voor het weer te laat is jaren was ik gesloten, nu ga ik open en m'n leven is nog nooit zo relaxed verlopen! ik heb altijd maar getwijfeld verliefd of niet? is dit de ware of weer de zoveelste griet? en ik wou dat ik een keertje enthousiast kon zijn en ook bij een verrassing echt een keer verrast kon zijn maar ik was altijd te schichtig en te voorzichtig nooit te opzichtig en ondoorzichtig door tegenslagen bijna de hoop verloren zocht ik liefde als een junk die een hit moet scoren net toen ik ging geloven dat je het moest kopen en niet hopen, toen gingen mijn ogen open het begon zoals gewoonlijk door aantrekkingskracht maar wat ik later dacht had ik toen nooit verwacht eerst was het "niet verliefd is niet getreurd" maar voor ik het besefde was alles al gebeurd en nou gata het me niet meer om mezelf of om m'n poen want toen was toen, en dit keer zal ik m'n best doen! maar nu is het voluit of onderuit! want onkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid er is lef voor nodig om voluit te gaan je neemt het risico verlaten in de kou te staan het blijft een gok want het gaat wel of niet verkeerd maar je bereikt niets als je niets investeert er is altijd wel iemand die de moeite waard is en ik wil het laten weten voor het weer te laat is jaren was ik gesloten, nu ga ik open en m'n leven is nog nooit zo relaxed verlopen! en wat mij betreft mag het zo blijven... en ik heb niemand nodig om sterk te staan ik heb de discipline zelf aan het werk te gaan ik hoef met niemand aan te pappen om mezelf te snappen en al m'n problemen kan ik zelf opkanppen nee, ik heb niemand nodig om door te gaan ik heb de kracht om me zelf er door te slaan maar ik besef nu later deze eenzame strijd want ontkwetsbaarheid is eenzaamheid! eenzaamheid Heel die txt is gewoon zo... tja... waar . en dat laatste stukje is zo wenselijk .
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22-11-2003, 17:31
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Veel teksten van Dream Theater, en Evanescence - My Immortal
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22-11-2003, 17:34
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alles van crazytown
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22-11-2003, 17:57
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ignite - who sold out now
Check one, two The plow that broke the plains We as humans destroy everything, well, there's limits to the land Left the resistance and the monkey wrenchin' cause money rules again Life is easier when your bills are paid, you finished studies, Masters degree Now consulting development companies, who sold out now? Who sold out now? Sixteen years old and live at home In front your friends calling out at shows, you left the scene cause your new girlfriend told you so, freaked out on X at some rave or techno, money rules again Distro circus at every show, I came to support these tourin' bands and nothing's free, pay my ticket at the door, who sold out now? Who sold out now? Constant complaining makes my ears ring I care about hardcore but I hate the scene The plow that broke the plains We as humans abuse every way, there's limits to me, friend What happened to the brotherhood we shared, well, money rules again I'll give you anything if you just ask, hung yourself from your own rope I count my loss and just walk away, who sold out now? Who sold out now? [3x] atreyu - dilated Yesterday I forgot to breathe for like the 6th time this week. maybe it was the pink cloud strafed sky that changed my mind and brought me back seems like every day it's kill or be killed... with all this anger there is no time to inhale and progress and catch the smell of something that you once knew. have you ever stopped raised your face up to the sun and screamed let it out exhale the pain that strangulates your soul, when will I be free my lungs take in the fragrance of remorse, what is the cost, am I living, if you let your lungs fill up with pain then you will drown in your own regret. .my arms feel so numb my heart palpitates missing a beat. the blood freezing in my veins. the taste of rust in my mouth. But today I just threw it all away .though the light burns my eyes I will not be blind, if you blink you could miss so much. please don't ever close your eyes
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22-11-2003, 18:13
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en boysetsfire - my life in the knife trade: how many times have i noticed that our eyes hardely ever meet from your judgment seat i can feel the anger for my very being fill me in on when you became such a big part of my life that i should bother with all your lies designed to bring me down wrong again don't depend on any reaction again i remember the icy walls that shot up from no where and i can see every lie that you ever told yourself you bleed me dry and i don't ask why but i'm left with the dust judas kiss i dismiss thank you all for this i am unjudged i am wait again i'm not through with the screaming i contend that you've got nothing better to do trade my life for a barrel of gold find someone else before i get too old if i live my life for aesthetic gain will you repay me with all your shame i can see every light inside your brain go on every time that i walk by for noise and whispers your comfort in my suffering is no longer disturbing i'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch in life's real time lifes real wait again im not through with the screaming and i contend that you've got nothing better to do trade my life for a barrel of gold find someone else before i get to old if i live my life for aesthetic gain will you repay me with all your shame don't get up i was slowly leaving the room when the door of your judgment swings back around again maybe i'll stop to watch your act and i'll go on my way i've seen quite enough of too many childish games i'm ashamed of every moment that i ever gave them the time of day all the worst of enemies are somehow always friends that used to be
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22-11-2003, 18:32
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Muse - Shine (acoustic)
Who cares for the life we urned Someone sold all the thruth you yearned Remember when you used to shine? And had no fear or sence of time When it creeps up on you You can cry now there's nothing to feel No one's noticed our loneliness Remember when you should have teased And made us scream eternal time I believed that you'd always be here And once you promised a life with no fear Please don't break my ideals And say what's fake was always real I was the one, now I'm gone Take me back again
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22-11-2003, 18:50
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zo veel, zo ontzettend veel
vaak ook gewoon bepaalde regels, zinnen, woorden uit een nummerben nu wel erg blij met 'mooie bloes' van kasper van kooten.. ik wil wat zeggen maar het komt er niet uit al mijn woorden op een kluit een brabbelpraatje 't vult geen gaatje het is klam hier en ook zoveel bier ik wil wat doen ik wil haar betasten maar zij heeft ook de vaste lasten het is heel onhandig het is niet verstandig heb je ook zo'n last van rook ik wil haar bijten aan haar likken maar dat gaat ze vast niet pikken een warme bunker en ik hunker naar het puntje van haar tong maar ik zeg je wat een mooie bloes en ze kijkt of ik een kind ben wat een mooie bloes of ik stapelsteke blind ben maar schreeuw die waarheid nou eens uit en kus die perzikzachte huid wat een mooie bloes het is echt gelul en het haalt zo weinig uit ik word nu echt een beetje gek want ze zoent mij in mn nek uit het niets nou zegt dat iets het is een begin ik houd me in zij is al door haar schaamte heen en ik sta nog op één been probeer te zeggen, uit te leggen dat ik net zo voel als zij maar ik zeg wat een mooie bloes en ze kijkt of ik een kind ben wat een mooie bloes of ik stapelsteke blind ben maar schreeuw die waarheid nou eens uit en kus die perzikzachte huid wat een mooie bloes tis echt gelul en het haalt zo weinig uit het is smorgens vroeg ze is aan het douchen en ik wil haar net gaan pushen maar het gat zit in de dag en ik moet weer aan de slag maar zij neemt heerlijk alle tijd en ze is al haar kleren kwijt en ik raap ze voor haar op en zeg dan met mn domme houte kop wat een mooie bloes en ze kijkt of ik een kind ben wat een mooie bloes of ik stapelsteke blind ben maar schreeuw die waarheid nou eens uit en kus die perzikzachte huid wat een mooie bloes tis echt gelul en het haalt zo weinig uit wat een mooie bloes die is echt niet voor de poes en ze kijkt of ik blind ben of ik een klein en dom kind ben wat een mooie bloes hm sehr schön
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22-11-2003, 18:57
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Destiny's Child- My Time Has Come My Time Has Come
It's too far It's too fast It's too quick It won't last It's not right But it's not wrong There's no time Move along Chorus I: But I've come Much too far And I know what's in my heart And I know what I feel I can tell when it is real My time has come It's okay Be afraid It's alright You just take that fear Turn it in To your strength It's called life And that's why we're here Chorus II: And I've come Much too far And I know what's in my heart And I know what I feel And this time I know it's real My time has come And like the road below me I know I'll touch the sky above Million footprints around me Tell me it can be done My time has come Chorus II It's so close It's been a long time come It's here right now And I know it'll last It's so right That it can't be wrong Now's the time For me to be strong Chorus II I know that I just gotta' Keep movin' on I know what's in my heart I can feel it My time has come
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22-11-2003, 19:03
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Nickelback - How you remind me
Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin' Tired of livin' like a blind man I'm sick inside without a sense of feelin' And this is how you remind me This is how you remind me Of what I really am This is how you remind me Of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breakin' I've been wrong, I've been down To the bottom of every bottle Despite words in my head Scream "Are we having fun yet?" Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no It's not like you didn't know that I said I love you and I swear I still do It must have been so bad 'Cause living with me must have damn near killed you This is how you remind me Of what I really am This is how you remind me Of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breakin' I've been wrong, I've been down To the bottom of every bottle Despite words in my head Scream "Are we having fun yet?" Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing And this is how you remind me This is how you remind me This is how you remind me Of what I really am This is how you remind me Of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breakin' I've been wrong, I've been down To the bottom of every bottle Despite words in my head Scream "Are we having fun yet?" Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
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)Van Dik Hout - Meer dan een ander Er is niemand die meer dan ik zal weten over jou Hoe je je gedragen zou, hoe je iets vragen zou Er is niemand die meer dan ik zal zwijgen over jou Omdat ik de woorden niet heb nu ik ze nodig heb Meer dan een ander heb ik jouw liefde gekend Meer dan een ander ben ik weggerend Meer dan een ander heb ik je naast me gehad Meer dan een ander heb ik je liefgehad En nu wil ik je meer dan een ander je ooit gewild heeft Er is niemand die meer dan ik zal weten over jou Welke kleur je draagt, welke geur je draagt Er is niemand die meer dan ik zal liegen over jou Omdat ik de waarheid niet ken, nu je gelogen hebt Meer dan een ander heb ik jouw liefde gekend Meer dan een ander ben ik weggerend Meer dan een ander heb ik je naast me gehad Meer dan een ander heb ik je liefgehad Maar nu wil ik je meer dan een ander je ooit gewild heeft Ja, nu wil ik je meer dan een ander je ooit gewild heeft Ja, nu wil ik je meer dan een ander je ooit gewild heeft Ja, nu wil ik je meer dan een ander je ooit gewild heeft Er is niemand die meer dan ik, zal zwijgen over jou
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22-11-2003, 19:10
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Notorious B.I.G. - Suicidal thoughts een van de betere:
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2 Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head The stress is buildin' up, I can't, I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please) You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on I reach my peak, I can't speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin', matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'. (BANG) (hey yo big...hey yo big) net of iemand dat gaat lezen 
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22-11-2003, 21:03
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22-11-2003, 21:12
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The Exploited- Sex and Violence
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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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22-11-2003, 21:29
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Where is the love- Black Eyed Peas ("A war's going on but the reason's undercover")
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23-11-2003, 13:31
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Blink 182 - Stockholm Syndrome.
Aan het begin van het nummer (nouja, het stukje wat zeg maar tussen het vorige nummer en dit nummer in zit) word er een brief voorgelezen die de oma van mark hoppus aan zijn opa stuurde, in de tweede wereld oorlog. dit vond ik een heel mooi stukje. de tekst van het nummer gaat zo; This is the first (thing I remember) Now it's the last (thing left on my mind) Afraid of the dark (do you hear me whisper) An empty heart (replaced with paranoia) Where do we go (life's temporary) After we're gone (like new years resolutions) Why is this hard (do you recognize me) I know I'm wrong (but I can't help believing) I'm so lost I'm barely here I wish I could explain myself But words escape me It's too late To save me You're too late You're too late You're cold with disappointment While I'm drowning in the next room The last contagious victim of this plague between us I'm sick with apprehension I'm crippled from exhaustion And I dread the moment when you finally come to kill me This is the first (thing I remember) Now it's the last (thing left on my mind) Afraid of the dark (do you hear me whisper) An empty heart (replaced with paranoia) Where do we go (life's temporary) After we're gone (like new years resolutions) Why is this hard (do you recognize me) I know I'm wrong (but I can't help believing)
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23-11-2003, 13:34
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stockholm syndrome - muse
(wat is dat toch met stockholm?)I won't stand in your way Let your hatred grow And she'll scream and she'll shout And she'll pray and she had a name Yeah she had a name I won't hold you back Let your anger rise And we'll fly and we'll fall and we'll burn No one will recal, no one will recall This is the last time I'll abandon you And this is The last time I'll forget you I wish I could Look to the stars Let hope burn in your eyes And we'll love and we'll hate And we'll die All to no avail, all to no avail This is the last time I'll abandon you And this is The last time I'll forget you I wish I could
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23-11-2003, 13:36
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ook erg mooi van muse:
the small print Take, take all you need And I'll compensate your greed With broken hearts Sell, I'll sell your memories For 15 pounds per year But just the good days Say, It'll make you insane And its bending the truth You're to blame For all the life that you'll loose And you watch this space But I'm going all the way And be your slave to the grave I'm a priest god never paid Hope, I hope you've seen the light Coz no one really cares They're just pretending Sell, I sell your memories For 15 pounds per year But you can keep the bad days Say, It'll make you insane And I'm bending the truth You're to blame For all the life that you'll lose And you watch this space And I'm going all the way And be my slave to the grave I'm the priest god never paid
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23-11-2003, 13:39
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whaha ja inderdaad misschien moeten we maar met zn allen naar stockholm gaan verhuizen ofzo dat nummer van muse is ook goed trouwens
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23-11-2003, 13:43
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___ ook erg mooie tekst: Plasticine- Placebo Beauty lies inside the eye of another youthful dream That doesn't sell it's soul for self-esteem That's not plasticine Beauty lies inside desire and every wayward heart redeemed That doesn't sell it's soul for self-esteem That's not plasticine Don't forget to be the way you are (x4) The only thing you can rely on is that you can't rely on anything Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem Don't be plasticine Don't forget to be the way you are (x4) And don't forget to be the way you are (x4) The way you are...
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23-11-2003, 15:17
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Gerard van Maasakkers - Janus Dekkers
In 't dorpje Nederwetten Op 'n zaterdag in mei Werd 't lentefeest gehouden Iedereen die was erbij Er was disco en fanfare En de hele middenstand Maar wat zo mooi had kunnen wezen Liep ontzettend uit de hand Want dit grandioze festijn Werd verstoord door zuur venijn En dat kwam van Janus Dekkers Van de Soesterbeekseweg Met z'n gierton en z'n trekker En z'n lading zo gezond Van minstens zevenduizend liter Van de allerbeste stront, o refr.: Daar heb je Janus Dekkers Z'n trekker en z'n lekkers Hij heeft nooit geweten Wat voor spoor hij achterliet Toen Janus thuis de weg op draaide Gaf hij wat extra gas Hoewel zijn lading hevig klotste Dacht-ie dat 't zo erg niet was Zo'n kabaal en zo'n gekletter Van zijn trekker en zijn ton Dus hij zette Radio Royaal Zo hard als 't maar kon Maar een gat in de weg en bots Schoot de klep van de gierton los En de inhoud vond een ongekende vrijheid overal Ja, het spul spoot alle kanten uit Als de veren van een pauw Toen Janus bij cafe " 't Huukske" Net het dorp inrijden wou, o refr. De opening voor het lentefeest Was precies om half twee De burgemeester las zijn speech En prees het lentecomite Maar midden in een volzin Viel er een flats op zijn betoog Toen Janus' trotse trekker waaierend Het feestterrein langsvloog Er ontstond een boel paniek Maar goddank, er kwam muziek De fanfare speelde 'Het leven is goed in het Brabantse land' Maar ook dat verliep niet vlekkeloos En 't werd zeer ongezond Toen de tubaspeler slikte Waar hij beter blazen kon, want refr. Toosje Hoeks, de lentekoningin Kneep haar neusje dicht voor de stank En ze was opeens veel bruiner Dan alleen van de zonnebank Nee, de jonge KPJ-ers Zagen haar nu niet meer staan En ze hadden nu voor niks Die dure gel in hun haar gedaan Over heel 't feestterrein Verduisterde de zonneschijn En de zult werd echte boerezult En de pils leek wel trappist Er zat een bijsmaak aan de peperkoek En de melk werd chocola En je kreeg veel meer als suiker Als je zei: "Twee klontjes graag", want refr. En zo reed Janus door 't dorpje Op zijn trekker, hoog en droog En overal waar hij geweest is Groeit hat gras nu meters hoog Hij reed fluitend over Hooydonk En spuitend naar 't kanaal En niemand kent de ware toedracht Van het eind van dit verhaal Nam hij de bocht soms iets te vlug Gaf hij geen voorrang op de brug Afijn, hij vloog door de leuning Met een donderend kabaal En nou zit-ie in de hemel En daar giert-ie eeuwig door En de stront uit de ogen vegend Zingt het hele engelenkoor, o refr.
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23-11-2003, 17:38
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Jiskefet - Hey Lullo
Het beste van al het goeds van dit bestaan dat is beschreven, want er is te weinig tijd, hey en het leven duurt maar even Je moet altijd zorgen de dag van morgen voor te kunnen blijven, want er is te weinig bier, te weinig pret, te weinig wijven Heb je nog geneukt? Hey, Lullo. Heb je nog geneukt? Een biertje met Jan-Diederik van bil met madeleine, die zich gaan laat als een bouwvakker ...(stuk dat ik niet versta) die zich klemzuipt als een tegel, die je zuigt met lange halen, zich laat nemen als een hoer terwijl ze schreeuwt in alle talen Heb je nog geneukt? Hey, Lullo. Heb je nog geneukt? (of niet?) etcetera... uit mn hoofd.. ik kan de tekst helaas even niet vinden met google
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24-11-2003, 16:24
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Good Charlotte - Hold On
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24-11-2003, 22:33
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billy joel - piano man
echt een super tekst over t wel en wee in een gemiddeld cafe. eric clapton - tears in heaven ik ben absoluut geen fan van hem maar deze tekst greep mij gewoon. ik kreeg er kippenvel van
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24-11-2003, 22:43
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Tears for Fears - Mad World
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tommorow, no tommorow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you 'Cos I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me
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25-11-2003, 10:24
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savatage - not what you see
No life's so short it can't turn around You can't spend your life living underground For from above you don't hear a sound And I'm out here, waiting I don't understand what you want me to be It's the dark you're hating, it's not who I am But I know that it's all that you see No life's so short that it never learns No flame so small that it never burns No page so sure that it never turns And I'm out here, waiting I don't understand what you want me to be It's the dark you're hating, it's not who I am But I know that it's all that you see Can you live your life in a day, putting every moment in play? Never hear a word that they say as the wheels go around Tell me if you win would it show - in a thousand years, who would know? As a million lives come and go on this same piece of ground Can you live your life in a day Putting every moment in play? Never hear a word that they say s the wheels go around Tell me if you win would it show In a thousand years, who would know? As a million lives come and go On this same piece of ground I've been waiting I don't understand what you want me to be It's the dark you're hating It's not who I am, but it is what you see Can you live your life in a day Putting every moment in play? Never hear a word that they say As the wheels go around Tell me if you win would it show In a thousand years, who would know? As a million lives come and go On this same piece of ground Tell me would you really want to See me leave this night without you Would you ever look about you Wondering where we might be New York is so far away now Tokyo, Berlin and Moscow Only dreams from here but somehow One day that world we will see I don't understand... ...what I see. I swear on tomorrow, if you take this chance Our lives are this moment, the music - the dance And here in this labyrinth of lost mysteries I close my eyes on this night and you're all that I see You're all that I see Vooral het dikgedrukte
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25-11-2003, 10:52
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o A person threatens to kill another and is perceived as having the capability to do so. o The other cannot escape, so her or his life depends on the threatening person. o The threatened person is isolated from outsiders so that the only other perspective available to her or him is that of the threatening person. o The threatening person is perceived as showing some degree of kindness to the one being threatened.
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25-11-2003, 11:24
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die tekst van Ignite is best cool ja. ik zie overigens ook NOFX met the decline voorbij komen..
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26-11-2003, 13:36
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JONI MITCHELL - A CASE OF YOU
Just before our love got lost you said, "I am as constant as the northern star" and I said, "Constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar" On the back of a cartoon coaster In the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada Oh Canada With your face sketched on it twice You're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet Oh I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I'm frightened by the devil And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid I remember that time you told me, you said, "Love is touching souls" Surely you touched mine 'Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling Still, I'd be on my feet I would still be on my feet I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said, "Go to him, stay with him if you can but be prepared to bleed" But you are in my blood You're my holy wine You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling Still I'd be on my feet I would still be on my feet "I could name five songs, right off the top of my head, that I would have given my right arm to write. Case Of You : You don’t get it any better. A better song hasn’t been written. I don’t care what female singer/songwriter you throw up in my face: None has done anything in the league of Case Of You , me included. For a woman to be able to say what that says, with that kind of addiction and yet that kind of grace, is just not done. Even Zeppelin and those guys listened to Joni. They were totally influenced by Joni." -- Tori Amos , Nov 1994
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26-11-2003, 14:29
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Metallica - Master Of Puppets
End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths construction Taste me you will see more is all you need you're dedicated to how I'm killing you Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Needlework the way, never you betray life of death becoming clearer Pain monopoly, ritual misery chop your breakfast on a mirror Taste me you will see more is all you need you're dedicated to how I'm killing you Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after? Master, Master, You promised only lies Laughter, Laughter, All I hear and see is laughter Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries Fix me Hell is worth all that, natural habitat just a rhyme without a reason Neverending maze, drift on numbered days now your life is out of season I will occupy I will help you die I will run through you Now I rule you too Come crawling faster obey your Master your life burns faster obey your Master Master Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream Master Master
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26-11-2003, 22:24
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starsailor -alcoholic
don't you know you've got your daddy's eyes daddy was an alcoholic but your mother kept it all inside and she threw it all away
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