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![]() Can you give me solid ground, cause all my footsteps turn me down, one by one. Can you give me free advice, I don't know if I can, but I'll try to listen. And I can blast friendship to hell, or I can try to make things better. They change the rules when it's my turn, so they can laugh and watch me burn. I can laugh about it, or I can cry about it. I should ignore the words you say. Cause they can hurt, but won't kill me They can hurt, but won't kill me. They can hurt but won't kill me. A fist full of the things you love. Life's a quiz so cough it up. Go on and cough it up now. When the future's far away, it's always better then today. And everytime I'm having fun, there's something I'm doing wrong. And all these warning lights are lit, but always after you need it. Yeah well anyway I can laugh about it, I'd better try to laugh. I can cry about it. You'll never see me cry I should ignore the words you say, they can hurt, but won't kill me They can hurt, but won't kill me. They can hurt but won't kill me. So I can laugh about it, yeah I'd better try to laugh. I can cry about it. You know you'll never see me cry. I should ignore the words you say. They can hurt, but won't kill me. Cause they can hurt, but won't kill me. No they won't kill me. |
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Nummers die beelden oproepen zijn meestal een stuk aangenamer:
David Bowie - Space Oddity Nick Cave - The Lyre Of Orpheus Geen intellectueel geneuzel, slechts een eigen (af en toe grappige) interpretatie van een mythe. Eurydice appeared brindled in blood And she said to Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here I'll stick it up your orifice! hehe. En een hoop van Bob Dylan. En Leonard Cohen - Suzanne...verder ken ik weinig van hem. Edit: Jimi Hendrix- And The Wind Cries Mary Enzo.
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Rubber & Soul - Ane Brun
In my mind I'm crawling on your floor vomiting and defeated total absence of grace your reluctant voice saying; you decide your own fate but I wear rubber bands round my soul they keep me from crawling and these rubber bands round my soul they keep me from falling in my repeated dreams you stare at me with an empty gaze you turn your back on me and you search for more intiguing days loathing this controlling this let me get a hold of this so I wear rubber bands round my soul they keep me from crawling and these rubber bands round my soul they keep me from falling and then when you are not in my dreams and not in my mind but we are at the same place at the same time rubber no longer holds the border of my soul
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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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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Mercy Seat Geweldige opbouw in dit nummer. Beginnend met de steevaste ontkenning die steeds terugkeert in variaties (die ik weggelaten heb) op dezelfde strofe gevolgd door een drukkende sfeerbeschrijving. Dan die uitspraak op de rand van waanzin"Like my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist" alvorens te vervallen in die smekende repetitieve strofes, doch eindigend met "But I'm afraid I told a lie." En het gaat natuurlijk over een man vlak voor zijn executie. It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I..am..not..afraid..to..die. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog. The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind. They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie.
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Iron and Wine - naked as we came
she says, "wake up it's no use pretending" I'll keep stealing, breathing her birds are leaving over autumn's ending one of us will die inside these arms eyes wide open, naked as we came one will spread our ashes around the yard she says, "if I leave before you, darling don't you waste me in the ground" I lay smiling like our sleeping children one of us will die inside these arms eyes wide open, naked as we came one will spread our ashes around the yard
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John Frusciante - The Dying Song
I'm going away forever I'm going away forever Never coming back this way Never coming back to this place What I need is a heaven What I really need is a heaven A place to go where I can really be A place to go where I can really be Where I can really be Dreaming my life away counts for nothing Dreaming my life away counts for nothing But nothing ever is the end No nothing ever is the end It's your beautiful life for me baby It's your beautiful life for me yeah It's your beautiful life for me baby It's your beautiful life for me It's your beautiful life for me baby It's your beautiful life for me yeah It's your beautiful life for me baby It's your beautiful life for me
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Stars - Your Ex-lover is dead
God that was strange to see you again Introduced by a friend of a friend Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before' In that instant it started to pour, Captured a taxi despite all the rain We drove in silence across pont champlain And all of the time you thought I was sad I was trying to remember your name… This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in Now you're outside me You see all the beauty Repent all your sin It's nothing but time and a face that you lose I chose to feel it and you couldn't chose I'll write you a postcard I'll send you the news From a house down the road from real love… Live through this, and you won't look back… Live through this, and you won't look back… Live through this, and you won't look back… There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave You were what I wanted I gave what I gave I'm not sorry I met you I'm not sorry it's over I'm not sorry there's nothing to say I'm not sorry there's nothing to say... prachtig ![]() |
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last week i had the strangest dream that 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 severely 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 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 adress of the sender now we can swim any day in november don't wake me i plan on sleeping in
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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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niet geniaal als in briljant, wel geniaal als in humoristisch:
DE HEIDEROOSJES: met het nummer 'dood zijn' Er komt een dag en dan lig ik onder de zoden Dan speel ik gitaar in het rijk der doden Vrienden zullen huilen, bloemen sieren mijn kist Maar hoe lang zal 't duren voordat niemand mij meer mist? De aarde zal blijven draaien, ook zonder mij Er wordt gelachen en gezopen maar ik ben er niet meer bij [Refrein] Ik zoek niet naar het antwoord want een antwoord is er niet Noem 't God of Allah, ze brengen oorlog en verdriet Mijn lieve hemel? Loop toch naar de hel! Ik geloof niet in leven na de dood dus ik zeg vaarwel God is dood en Allah ook, kijk maar om je heen En als ze nooit hebben bestaan, dan geloof ik dat meteen De zin van het leven is net zo zinloos als de zin van de dood En dood zijn, dat lijkt me zo verdomde saai Mijn vlees blijft hier maar mijn ziel dwaalt rond Zou het koud zijn daar beneden in de grond? Op mijn turbo-wolk cross ik door het heelal Wat ik zeker weet is dat ik niet naar benden val De mensen blijven werken en planten zich voort Helaas is 't een feit dat de dood bij het leven hoort ![]()
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Exit light, Enter night, Take my hand, We're off to never-neverland / Vroegâh, toen klompen nog hip waren en je burqa new-age
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the coughing is shrinking day by day we both don’t really feel like sleeping but we neither have that much to say and i don’t know how much for us will cost place your bets on classic brainwash love clap your hands say yeah what’s next do you feel pleased by your favorite color and the way you’ve come to choose this one when you stare at it for many hours there’s oil dripping off your tongue the city could not remove my doubts today i am taking you the other way around clap your hands say yeah what’s next
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