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11-03-2004, 10:20 | |
Catherine De Barra, you've murdered my thinking
I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinking I'd break from your spell if it weren't for my drinking And the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning I envy the road, the ground you tread under, I envy the wind, your hair riding over, I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers, I envy to murderous envy your lover 'Til the light shines on me I damn to hell every second you breathe I envy the road, the ground you tread under, I envy the wind, your hair riding over, I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers, I envy to murderous envy your lover 'Til the light shines on me I damn to hell every second you breathe Oh my Catherine For your eyes smiling And your mouth singing With time I'd have won you With wile I'd have won you For your mouth singing <3
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11-03-2004, 10:23 | |
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postal service - sleeping in
last week I had the strangest dream where everything was exactly how it seemed where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy it was just a man with something to prove slightly bored and severly confused he steadied his rifle with his target in the center and became famous on that day in november don't wake me I plan on sleeping in again last night I had that strange dream where everything was exactly how it seemed no concerns about the world getting warmer people thought that they were just being rewarded for treating others as they'd like to be treated for obeying stop signs and curing diseases for mailing letters with the address of the sender now we can swim any day in november don't wake me I plan on sleeping in |
11-03-2004, 10:26 | |
turning point - broken:
Why must it be this way The trust we built has faded gray When will this all be gone You left me all alone You left me holding on Today passed so long ago You left me bruised and broken I had no chance to grow I never thought it would come to this But there's so much more bad Than the good times I miss I'm not sorry it turned out this way Because the way you acted Only left me saying life goes on It means nothing now Because it worked out once But I'm wondering how And how can you lie When you know it's true I'll never forget what you broke in two A lifeline worn from the love we shared But trying to hold I didn't have a prayer And it crushes down It crushes down on me What you offered wasn't love Just misery Look around my room and I think of you And I hope you never know what you put me through All those letters you wrote Those words burn in my head Lies written in stone Didn't you remember what we said
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11-03-2004, 10:26 | |
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As far as my eyes can see
There are Shadows approaching me And to those I left behind I wanted you to Know You've always shared my deepest thoughts You follow where I go And oh when I'm old and wise Bitter words mean little to me Autumn Winds will blow right through me And someday in the mist of time When they asked me if I knew you I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine And the sadness would be Lifted from my eyes Oh when I'm old and wise As far as my Eyes can see There are shadows surrounding me And to those I leave behind I want you all to know You've always Shared my darkest hours I'll miss you when I go And oh, when I'm old and wise Heavy words that tossed and blew me Like Autumn winds that will blow right through me And someday in the mist of time When they ask you if you knew me Remember that You were a frined of mine As the final curtain falls before my eyes Oh when I'm Old and wise As far as my eyes can see |
11-03-2004, 10:35 | |
"Lost Motel"
A picture on the wall, like a postcard with a better view of, all things absent from Room 209. Diana sips from an empty glass of hope she poured last night, The clouds above reflect the shape of all she's gotta leave behind. We always think there's something better in the place we are not, In dreams the reality of it all, Nobody's happy where they're at and we all wanna be somebody else Another scribbled stationary book of lies, another staged confession that just goes unheard, Harry Detroit in 304 made one last promise now, I'm going out without a trace a vanishing act before your eyes Nobody wants what they have got and what they got is not enough, in dreams the reality of it all, a lighter shade of green the grass maybe if I believe it so, then I'll be home. Here I go uncertain that if what I find is what I want, the best for me is everything, I reach for the same as what I'm running from, I guess I'll never know Is it the struggle that we live for, is it keeping us alive to breathe to want, to know, to love Just one more day, Just one more way So here I go.......I'm half the way to home.....
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Her name in blood and her eyes on me
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11-03-2004, 10:35 | |
"Grievance"
Have a drink they're buying. Bottom of bottle of denial. Big guy. Big eye watching me. Have to wonder what it sees. sin. Progress laced with ramifications. Freedom's big blur. Oh. Pull the innocent from a crowd. Raise those sticks them bring them down. If they fail to obey. Ah, if they fail to obey. Yeah yeah. For every tool they lend us a loss of independence. I pledge my grievance to the flag. Cause you don't give blood then take it back again. Oh we're all deserving something more. Progress taste it invest it all. Champagne breakfast for everyone. Everyone. Break the innocent when they're proud. Raise those stakes then bring them down. If they fail to obey. Yeah, ha, if they fail to obey. Pledge your grievance to the flag. Cause, don't give blood then take it back again. Oh, we're all deserving something more. Have a, have a drink, drink. Have a, have a drink, drink. I want to breathe part of the scene. I want to taste everyone I see. I want to run when I'm up high. I want to run to the sea. I want to life to be. I just want to be. I will feel alive as long as I am free.
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"A lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks. Do you think when Jesus comes back, he's really going to want to see a fucking cross?"
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11-03-2004, 10:40 | |
drinkin on a fridaynight with your best mates
drink as much as you can in your favorite place annoying other people while standing at the bar try to score a chick but you won't get very far leftovers - friday night
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11-03-2004, 10:41 | |
\My Dying Bride - Like Gods Of The Sun
I live for your fond caresses Songs you sing to me Gather me up into your arms I need no-one just you You fill me up with dark thoughts of you The Devil talks to me when you're touching me My lust it burns, deep inside of you Together we are as one We live our lives in passion Full up with thirst I drink your Light and beauty for always Open your arms hold me closely Never let me fall Wrapped up in you. Comforting me I could die here You fill me up with dark thoughts of you The Devil talks to me, when you're touching me My lust it burns, deep inside of you Paradise pales compared to you We burn like Gods of the Sun Never will we be alone Our world will change for no-one And as our live are closing We lie close and hear nothing
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Therapy has taught me nothing's my fault
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11-03-2004, 10:52 | ||
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we zijn een funband. We hebben wel eens overwogen om politieke teksten gaan maken, maar dan ben je veel te gebonden vind ik. Ik wil gewoon ouwehoeren. Snappie?
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11-03-2004, 10:55 | ||
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PJ HARVEY!!! heel veel teksten van pj harvey zijn mooi! |
11-03-2004, 11:02 | |
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Je Buurman is een terrorist
Jij dacht: ’ik woon in een veilig land’ Lees die koppen dan in de krant! Overal loert gevaar en terreur Zet een extra slot op de deur… Je buurman is een terrorist, Hij werkt bij de jihad en hij vliegt nooit mis Hij heeft een schotel en een baard Hij praat een rare taal die je niet verstaat Je buurman lijkt op Osama Misschien is ‘ie wel lid van Al Qaida Je weet maar nooit in deze tijd Houd hem in de gaten voor de zekerheid Zelfs in het landelijke Harderwijk Ver weg van doorgedraaide oliesjeiks Weet je nooit wie er naast je leeft Laat staan wat hij in z’n garage heeft Je buurman is een terrorist Het is zo’n linkse rakker en een veganist Vlees en vis dat vreet ‘ie niet Hij is een tegenstander van de bio industrie Daartegen voert hij al jaren strijd Hij heeft z’n hele leven eraan gewijd Hij heeft niet eens een echte baan Hij leek me wel onschuldig maar nu twijfel ik daaraan Ik vertrouw helemaal niemand meer Al leek het nog zo’n toffe peer Mij misleid je niet vandaag de dag Iedereen is wat mij betreft verdacht Je buurman is een terrorist, Hij werkt bij de jihad en hij vliegt noot mis Je buurman is een veganist en die arme stakker lust vlees noch vis Je buurman is een terrorist Houd hem in het oog anders gaat het mis Je buurman is een terrorist Neem geen risico’s ook al heb je je vergist Beste vriend Mijn beste vriend heet alcohol hij houdt van mij en ik van hem we trappen samen vet veel lol we lijken voor elkaar bestemd als je weer eens bent teleurgesteld in alle vrouwen om je heen dan heb ik nog mijn beste vriend, gelukkig ben ik nooit alleen als je goudvis overleden is waar je innig mee hebt samengeleefd ben je verdrietig maar dat duurt niet lang met de troost die alcohol je geeft Mijn beste vriend heet alcohol hij houdt van mij en ik van hem we trappen samen vet veel lol we lijken voor elkaar bestemd En als je een avondje gaat stappen en er is weer eens geen klote aan Kun je je altijd nog vermaken door er 20 achterover te slaan Als je ’s avonds niet kunt slapen wie helpt je dan in dromenland Effectiever dan schaapjes tellen zijn Grolsch Hertog Jan en Brand Mijn beste vriend heet alcohol hij houdt van mij en ik van hem we trappen samen vet veel lol we lijken voor elkaar bestemd Ze zeggen vriendschap is niet te koop Maar dat is onzin lariekoek In blik in glas in overvloed Bij de slijterij om de hoek beiden van de Hardheid, niet denderend mooi, wel grappig met de muziek er bij is t wel weer mooi Bekhoude is ook vet maar daar kon ik geen tekst van vinden |
11-03-2004, 11:07 | |
Woo ah, mercy mercy me
Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Woo mercy, mercy me, mercy father Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no Oil wasted on the ocean and upon our seas, fish full of mercury Ah oh mercy, mercy me Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no Radiation under ground and in the sky Animals and birds who live nearby are dying Oh mercy, mercy me Ah things ain't what they used to be What about this overcrowded land How much more abuse from man can she stand? Oh, na na... My sweet Lord... No My Lord... My sweet Lord
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11-03-2004, 12:12 | |
ik ga toch echt voor Aus Rotten - Absent minded:
Absent Minded Fuck your racist stereotypes, fuck the Aryan nation Fuck your anti-Semitism, fuck the Aryan nation Fuck your homophobia, fuck the Aryan nation Fuck your xenophobia, fuck the Aryan nation Lacking understanding and longing for consistency Small-minded bigots cowering in the face of diversity Scapegoating the minorities for all of society's flaws Projecting false statistics to legitimize their cause The amassing of recruits has been rendered by deceit Spewing racist stereotypes to influence beliefs Brainwashed by the rhetoric that reaffirms their fears Oblivious to the reality that prejudice never hears They embrace their mental programming and misinterpret it as pride Their heads have become the dumping grounds where stupidity now resides Afraid of what they can't relate to in the world they're living in It's pathetic that their loudest proudest characteristic is the color of their skin Ignorance breeding ignorance until all rational thought is gone Believing in their superiority while functioning as pawns To manipulative politicians who plant submissive seeds They're unwittingly enlisted into carrying out the deeds Of a right wing agenda best served by impressionable minds Exploitation's been perfected, conditioning's been refined By manufactured insecurities that prey upon the weak They've abandoned their sense of reason for the naivete they speak They embrace their mental programming and misinterpret it as pride Their heads have become the dumping grounds where stupidity now resides Afraid of what they can't relate to in the world they're living in It's pathetic that their loudest proudest characteristic is the color of their skin Fuck your racist stereotypes, fuck the Aryan nation Fuck your anti-Semitism, fuck the Aryan nation Fuck your homophobia, fuck the Aryan nation Fuck your xenophobia, fuck the Aryan nation I'm tired of the intimidation and manipulation that they use I'm tired of hearing about another racially motivated attack That's why it's so important that we never turn our backs Our inaction and indifference provide the strength they get When we keep our silence we invite this racist threat Let's make these bigots as nonexistent as their minds They don't deserve any sympathy that they can hide behind They embrace their mental programming and misinterpret it as pride Their heads have become the dumping grounds where stupidity now resides Afraid of what they can't relate to in the world they're living in It's pathetic that their loudest proudest characteristic is the color of their skin die tekst is zo goed
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11-03-2004, 13:06 | |
NoMeansNo - The World Wasn't Built In A Day
As I was driving around aimlessly, a waking dream occurred to me That everyone I knew had died that day That my friends, co-workers and loved ones, had all just suddenly passed away Well, there were drunken car crashes, airline disasters, and suicides that were unexplained And as I drove past familiar scenes, streets and buildings that were a hundred times seen As a wave of contentment washed over me, I wondered what this could possibly mean As the sun spilled its warmth over the houses and trees I felt that I was finally free But you know what they say The world wasn't built in a day You know what they say The world wasn't built in a day (no way) I picked up a woman in the parking lot of the local Safeway Well, I had seen her face a hundred times but I never knew her name And as I drove her home she laughed and she sighed and the strain of the moment passed away I explained how my father had died, how I had seen his body and never cried She let her hand fall on my leg and there she let it stray When I dropped her off she asked me up, I politely said I couldn't stay And as she walked to the door, as those bags of groceries gently swayed I turned the wheel and muttered to myself, "No way, man, no way" [Chorus] Sunset over the mountains and on the harbour that beneath them lay In long shadows the traffic lights gleamed, red and green, they traced the way Through a corridor of sidewalks, where people wandered at the end of their day I drove to my space on the waterfront, picked up my guitar and started to play Alone I sang for the people that I knew, for my friends and family, and for them I prayed That no storm would come and sweep them up, that no winds would bear them away I sang, "Your voice from my throat cries, your heart beats in my chest, From my head stare your eyes, for you I live and die! This loneliness is a lie! This loneliness is a lie!" [Chorus] The streets were empty as I drove home, the air was cool and the sky was dark Streetlamps cast their mockery of light over ghostly shapes in an empty night Should I believe in the things I see? Am I in you? Are you in me? What should I believe? Tell me. What should I believe? At home, on the porch, the wind in the trees murmured a background for my waking dream Where I drive through a city with labyrinth streets, where no one walks, where no voices speak Where empty towers above me rise toward an empty, starless sky Like a cold wind washing over me, I saw the meaning of this dream I felt that I was finally free, I felt that I was finally free [Chorus] You lie before me sleeping, your eyes flutter in a dream Am I in you? Are you in me? What should I believe? What should I believe? But you know what they say... you know what they say
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11-03-2004, 13:17 | |
NoMeansNo & Jello Biafra - Bruce's Diary.
On the top floor, from my penthouse I survey what I rule High rises Thin curtains All lights go out by two No one ever sees me Yet I know all of you It's sort of like a small town When your whole lives are on my computer Ah... Ah... All the power, none of the stress So much better being hatchet man Than a henpecked attention-starved target Like the big man himself Our goal is perpetual economic victory We play with you to amuse ourselves Our motives are personal Our motives are political Our motives are sexual I know Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho The laws we make for others Don't apply to us We do what we want A lethargic population Is the key to our control Who'd rather watch someone's life on TV Than participate in their own Mentally they feel helpless Physically they just give up We priced the healthy food so high They can only buy soda pop A housebroken bee colony That goes home after 5 Too burnt and glazed to threaten us With purpose in their lives Ah... Ah... Ha Ha Ha We drug their snacks at work Mix hormones in kids lunch at school Don't be a pill, it's good for you The men grow up muscular Short tempered and kinda dumb The women develop those outrageous curves The kind you only used to see In the movies and magazines We banned and rounded up for ourselves Hi-Ho Hi-Ho It's off to do our work you go We melt you with acid rain Keep you poor for economic gain Convince you your biggest threat Is drugs and terrorists They don't even have to be real Just find a face, make up a crime Run sensational headlines Works every time The people must not realize They are being manipulated For them to be manipulated effectively We give 'em things to worry about Buying clothes and losing weight Your lack of curiosity Is the key to our success Your lack of curiosity is the key to our success Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho Life's so simple and happy when everything's clear. geweldig (naja, geweldig ) hoe treffend deze tekst nog steeds is.
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11-03-2004, 13:38 | |
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 Hell is worth all that, natural habitat Just a rhyme without a reason Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days Now your life is out of season Taste me you will see More is all you need You're dedicated to Yow 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 Ha ha ha ha Lijkt me duidelijke, de meeste dope tekst aller tijden
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11-03-2004, 13:45 | |
Dead Kennedy's-Chickenshit Conformist
Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A close-minded, self-centered social club Ideas don't matter It's who you know If the music's gotten boring It's because of the people who want everyone to sound the same Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene Till all that's left is a meaningless fad Hardcore formulas are dogshit Change and caring are what's real Is this a state of mind Or just another label The joy and hope of an alternative Have become its own cliche A hairstyle's not a lifestyle Imagine Sid Vicious at 35 Who needs a scene Scared to love and to feel Judging everythng By loud fast rules appeal Who played last night? "I don't know, I forgot. But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun." So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again, Chickenshit conformist Like your parents What's ripped us apart even more than drugs Are the thieves and the goddamn liars Flipping people off when they share their stuff When someone falls are there any friends? Harder core than thou for a year or two Then it's time to get a real job Others stay home; it's no fun to go out When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals From New York metal labels looking to scam Who sign the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find To make a buck revving kids up for war Walk tall, act small Only as tough as gang approval Unity is bullshit When it's under someone's fat boot Where's the common cause Too many factions Safely sulk in their shells Agree with us on everything Or we won't help with anythng That kind of attitude Just makes a split grow wider Guess who's laughing while the world explodes When we're all crybabies Who fight best among ouselves So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees That farty old rock and roll attitude's back "It's competition, man, we wanna break big." Who needs friends when the money's good That's right, the '70s are back. Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative It just don't move me, ya know? The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos Do we rally need the attitude too? Shedding thin skin too quickly As a fan it disappoints me Same old stupid sexist lyrics Or is Satan all you can think of? Crossover is just another word For lack of ideas Maybe what we need Are more trolls under the bridge Will the metalheads finally learn something- Or will the punks throw away their education? No one's ever the best Once they believe their own press "Maturing" don't mean rehashing Mistakes of the past So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees The more things change The more they stay the same We can't grow When we won't criticize ourselves The '60s weren't all failure It's the '70s that stunk As the clock ticks we dig the same hole Music scenes ain't real life They won't get rid of the bomb Won't eliminate rape Or bring down the banks Any kind of real change Takes more time and work Than changing channels on a TV set So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Propagandhi-Today's Empires, Tomorrows Ashes The tangled webs they weave span from Pine to Ruby Ridge, way back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen (now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars and pricks to drown out this faintest threat of commie faggot heretics). Conclusion: the nail that sticks up gets hammered down and the master's finest tools are found slack-jawed and placid amidst the cacophony of screaming billboards and Disney-fied history. Sometimes the ties that bind are strange: no justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked Hampton, Weaver or Anna-Mae where Federal Bureaus and Fraternal Orders have cast their shadows; permanent features built into these borders. But undercover of the customary gap we find between History and Truth, the Founding Fathers bask in the rocket's blinding red glare. The bombs bursting in air. One nation. Indivisible? The truth is when the back-country learned of ratification the People had a coffin painted black and solemnly borne in funeral procession, they buried it deep in the earth as an emblem of the dissolution and internment of their Publick Liberty. Someday, somewhere, today's empires are tomorrow's ashes. Give Up The Ghost-AEIOU Sitting only cause I couldn't stand to walk much further under black skies with watered eyes I was watching the tide rolling in and I was thinking I should move from here and start again My legs barely hold all my heart and soul My ears hardly hear, only our sound is clear My mouth merely moves, the words just disappear My eyes see so clear, a reason to care Maybe we weren't supposed to wake up today Leaving the room only to celebrate that nothing's changed If I was there, if you were here The world could end, I wouldn't care So wake me up never, please Lock the door and lose the keys To set the record straight- I never could relate and just when it all went wrong, you sang a different song Never knew someone that knew how the years had been And I never thought that I would end up like this So hidden, for and gone, I'm so crowded alone And I hope you understand, you fixed my broken plan Converge-Fault And Fracture You were the most beautiful as the damage and the trauma Pounding hard with battered wings of destiny You were my last great war You were my heaven ablaze Riddled with faults and fractures And I spent the last of days burning my oldest of bridges And I spent my last of night killing the best of friends In the company of thieves, liars, beggars and whores I'll lay waiting, just waiting for my time to come
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11-03-2004, 13:50 | ||
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again and again chickenshit conformist like your parents! erg dope idd
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11-03-2004, 14:00 | |
Thrice – Stare at the Sun
I sit here clutching useless lists And keys for doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls I tear into the history Just show me what it means to me in this world 'Cause I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I'll stare straight into the sun And I won't close my eyes 'Til I understand or go blind I see the parts but not the whole I study saints and scholars both No perfect plan unfurls Do I trust my heart or just my mind Why is truth so hard to find in this world Yeah in this world 'Cause I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I'll stare straight into the sun And I won't close my eyes 'Til I understand or go blind I know that there's a point I've missed A shrine or stone I haven't kissed A scar that never graced my wrist A mirror that hasn't met my fist But I can't help feeling that I'm Due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I'll stare straight into the sun And I won't close my eyes
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11-03-2004, 15:49 | |
Hoover
Father ------ Our father Our father Who art in Who Art in Hallowed be Who art In Hea... Cuts, Like Drugs ---------------- Wire carries distress Almost late You can't mistake pain You can't contain it Broken back for Reassurance Broken back, I know Your back is broken I know you're tired Don't sleep Cool cat, hold your head Cuts somehow satisfy Cuts, like drugs Somehow satisfy. Navio Forge Manufactured Images of Jesus Christ ----------------------------------- It was your hands that reached down my throat to pull up lips that seemed to chatter in circles Moving ever so close to nothing, sinking ever so close to pain Sit down the chairs move so I must sit in one to claim an identity And yes, no more will my teeth be rotted by these words subdue my shallow reality and blank away a false front till next time You ask me, and I don't move my lips just chatter endlessly around Now comes the time to let you go into yours and you never looked around to see yes blinders were with you the latter part of life who installed them I know we are born with them did yours come over your eyes with time? They shouldn't have your eyes should have been wide So wide. You installed them you misplaced your vision your one-way eyes You made it possible not to see anything else, you you were the one you misplaced your eyes and brought the blinders that marked your vision in one direction You were the one I miss you Good bye. Haloed Eyes ----------- I've tried to nail them down but still they move and they won't show their faces and I can't grab the arms coming from the hands that blind my sight to remove the ceremonial mask Cripple me Never move Haloed eyes Move (Perfect this time I can't move I want to move move please move) Not to shake what they say I cannot see but it touches me And with baited hands and baited lines churn my waters to bring about my truth and in the end I can't see your eyes and I can never justify the way my eyes never moved to meet yours I can never justify why I couldn't see you why I've never been able to see you I've never been able to see why can't I see why can't my eyes move? (I just couldn't see through my self) Never move Haloed eyes.
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Goo Goo Dolls - Iris
And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life 'Cause sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies And you bleed just to know you're alive And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am ==================================== Bob Marley - Redemtion Song Old pirates yes they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I from the Bottom less pit But my hand was made strong By the hand of the almighty We forward in this generation triumphantly Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom Cause all I ever had redemption songs, redemption songs Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look Some say it's just a part of it We've got to fulfill the book Won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom Cause all I ever had, redemption songs, redemption songs, redemption songs Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look Yes some say it's just part of it We've got to fulfill the book Won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom Cause all I ever had, redemption songs All I ever had, redemption songs These songs of freedom, songs of freedom |
11-03-2004, 18:09 | ||
Citaat:
------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hidden part in '...but home is nowhere' van AFI: We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passing you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of an unborn ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in dispair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvations scratched into the earth like a message.
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11-03-2004, 18:23 | |
coldplay the scientist::
Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need ya And tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions Oh lets go back to the start Running in circles, coming in tails Heads on a science apart Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Oh take me back to the start I was just guessing at numbers and figures Pulling the puzzles apart Questions of science, science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles, chasing tails Coming back as we are Nobody said it was easy Oh it's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I'm going back to the start |
11-03-2004, 18:35 | |
the shins - new slang
gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. only, i don't know how they got out, dear. turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. i was happier then with no mind-set. and if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind. well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. new slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. hope it's right when you die, old and bony. dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely. and if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind. well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree and i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. god speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. i'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find. without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? and if you'd 'a took to me like well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. mooi, lief en redelijk simpel. |
12-03-2004, 11:47 | |
Marilyn Manson - Coma Black
My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies I didn't know what love was on that day my heart's a tiny bloodclot I picked at it it never heals it never goes away I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye we were too dumb to run too dead to die This was never my world you took the angel away I'd kill myself to make everybody pay This was never my world you took the angel away I'd kill myself to make everybody pay I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away This was never my world you took the angel away I'd kill myself to make everybody pay This was never my world you took the angel away I'd kill myself to make everybody pay I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye we were too dumb to run too dead to die |
12-03-2004, 11:55 | |
NEIL DIAMOND - solitary man
Melinda was mine 'Til the time That I found her Holding Jim Loving Him Then Sue came along Loved me strong That's what I thought Me and Sue But that died too Don't know that I will But until I can find me The girl who'll stay And won't play games behind me I'll be what I am A solitary man Solitary man I've had it to here Bein' where Love's a small word Part-time thing Paper ring I know it's been done Havin' one Girl who'll love me Right or wrong Weak or strong Don't know that I will But until I can find me The girl who'll stay And won't play games behind me I'll be what I am A solitary man Solitary man
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