Lyrics..

[Dop_16]

.. wie, vinden jullie, heeft de meest indrukwekkende lyrics?


Ik zelf ga voor AFI (a fire inside) ... maar dat engelse taalgebruik op de meest recente cd van ze is op sommige stukken echt onbegrijpelijk, vooral als je het moet matchen aan het geheel.

in de categorie "begrijpelijke maar goed gevonden originele (kortom goede) teksten" ga ik voor lagwagon

Hoezo verkeerde forum?

Maar oke, een misklik kan ik begrijpen

N00dles schreef op 01-09-2004 @ 00:11 :
Hoezo verkeerde forum?

Maar oke, een misklik kan ik begrijpen

Je doet niet anders...

Muziek he

[antigone]

bright eyes.

[Haligh]

antigone schreef op 01-09-2004 @ 12:35 :
bright eyes.

[MikeyMo]

NOFX - New Happy Birthday Song
NOFX - Drugs are good.

En voor de rest ga ik er niet mere over denken.

[Blenderhead]

metallica. Met gemak.

[machina82]

conor oberst, tim kasher, jeff buckley, nick drake, thom yorke, sufjan stevens, etc.....

[timp]

gorilla biscuits scoort hoog bij mij. simpel, doch doeltreffend

[indary]

Talk Talk, Marillion (!), bijvoorbeeld. Maar er zijn er zoveel...

[woezel]

the smashing pumpkins

[Yggdrasil]

Het latere Bathory

[Escapism]

antigone schreef op 01-09-2004 @ 12:35 :
bright eyes.

overduidelijk

[Escapism]

birthmark schreef op 01-09-2004 @ 13:24 :
metallica. Met gemak.

haha fuck man. elke tekst is zo ongeveer tzelfde. echt, hoe shite die teksten zijn

[zarf]

Mercyful Fate

death cab for cutie / the postal service, thursday, everytime i die, as friends rust

[machina82]

oja death cab en corgan hoe kan ik ze vergeten

death cab dus

[botulismf]

streets/mecano/R.E.M.

[Master of Puppets]

Soilwork

[Blenderhead]

Escapism schreef op 01-09-2004 @ 14:23 :
haha fuck man. elke tekst is zo ongeveer tzelfde. echt, hoe shite die teksten zijn

blablabla

edit: ik hou niet van dat zweverige, gewoon to the point

[Caligula]

Ratm

[Makaveli]

Immortal Technique heeft echt sterke lyrics.

Dit zijn de lyrics van Industrial Revolution van zijn album Revolutionary vol. 2.

[Verse 1]
Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics

The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done
I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun
my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch
like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch
and now these parasites wanna prosenna my asscap
trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
but here's a quotable for every single record exec
get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X
but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie
and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me
curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams
no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes
I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend
cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream
and that's the primary reason that I hate ya faggots
I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker
I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker
and murder counter revolutionaries personally
break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury
ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots
offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pocks
your all getting shot, you little fucking tregerous bitches

[Hook]
This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free
and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
you can call it reparations or restitution
lock and load nigga, industrial revolution

[Verse 2]
I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand
like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave
you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave
two million people in prison keep the government paid
stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave
i was made by revolution to speak to the masses
deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes
I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards
innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion
intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
you motherfuckers will never get me to stop blastin'
your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion
your better off banging for twenty points for a label
your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels
Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes
so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold
cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck
stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit
without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick
Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics
and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets

[Hook]

K's choice , Radiohead (oh zo onbegrijpelijk) , Sophia , Damien Rice

[geen punt.]

The Reindeer Section
Snow Patrol

Oftewel Gary Lightbody <3

[Artus]

thrice, strung out

en pulley omdat t lekker simpel is maar toch heel goed in elkaar zit

[geen punt.]

Oja en Brand New (luister ik nu)

[Back Door Man]

antigone schreef op 01-09-2004 @ 12:35 :
bright eyes.

[Hero_Zero]

Ik zet gewoon lyrics neer, hoppa:

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

[geen punt.]

Die is idd geniaal

[botulismf]

dan doe ik mee:

Be Mine

I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I want to be your Easter bunny
I want to be your Christmas tree.

I'll strip the world that you must live in
of all its godforsaken greed.
I'll ply the tar out of your feathers.
I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet.
you and me.
you and me.

and if I choose your sanctuary
I want to wash you with my hair.
I want to drink of sacred fountains
and find the riches hidden there.

I'll eat the lotus and peyote.
I want to hear the caged bird sing.
I want the secrets of the Temple.
I want the finger with the ring.
you and me.
you and me.
you will see.

that if you make me your religion
I'll give you all the room you need.
I'll be the drawing of your breath.
I'll be the cup if you should bleed.

I'll be the sky above the Ganges
I'll be the vast and stormy sea.
I'll be the lights that guide you inward.
I'll be the visions you will see.

the visions you will see.

you will see.
you will see.
you and me.
you and me.
you and me.



mooier kun je het verlangen naar iemand volgens mij niet omschrijven <3

[Machiavelli]

Dan doe ik ook maar mee.

[El-Producto]
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are fucking with?
Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power
that we have? We will fucking kill you!

I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
rapid emcee perversion -- I'm America!
Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb
from the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America!
You bitchy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter
With Bay of Pig tactics makin young men into martyrs
(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
and jump on the CoFlow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union
between serpentine words and mass confusion
of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT
Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters
that the other slaughter crews pay all they dues in
You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments
I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
Fuckin with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized
and an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!)
Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy
(Awww, SHUT UP!!) Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
and conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous
resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
SENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid pennance!
Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Omniscient presence, my CHARM is the weapon
with cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN 'TIL HE CONFESSES

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
[El-P] I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em!

{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}

[El-Producto]
I'm America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my service!
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Eraser, city-headed momument defacer comprising of
patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
that lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS!
I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman
And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom
to your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on Soundbombing
I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary
Invite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinities
What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a
star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management
Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassment
by the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows
Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies
in a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily
COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I'm fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice!

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
{*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*}

[El-Producto]
Treason will not be tolerated!
You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!
Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!
MotherFUCKER!

Company Flow - Patriotism.

[FaZ]

Dop_16 schreef op 31-08-2004 @ 23:55 :
.. wie, vinden jullie, heeft de meest indrukwekkende lyrics?


Ik zelf ga voor AFI (a fire inside) ... maar dat engelse taalgebruik op de meest recente cd van ze is op sommige stukken echt onbegrijpelijk, vooral als je het moet matchen aan het geheel.

in de categorie "begrijpelijke maar goed gevonden originele (kortom goede) teksten" ga ik voor lagwagon

Ik begrijp niet waar jij het op baseert dat 'dat' zo'n fantastische tekst is.

[stay asleep]

death by stereo
strung out
lagwagon

[Infaustus]

birthmark schreef op 01-09-2004 @ 13:24 :
metallica. Met gemak.

Idd! vooral de teksten van ...and justice for all zijn erg goed.

[WelcomeHome]

metallica heeft hele sterke lyrics: fade to black, mama said, god that failed, dyers eve etc etc etc

sentenced kan er ook wat van

[Infaustus]

haha deze is ook mooi:
Skinless-Tampon Lollipops

Ralph the janitor enjoys his job
He sweeps and mops up the garbage and crud
While alone at night he searches for goodies
He goes into every room hoping and praying that someone is flowing
Discarded plastic applicators in the bathrooms left behind by fertile young
chicks
Discarded plastic applicators in the bathrooms just waiting to be collected
Heavy days are here again it's that time of the month
Tampons and pads are easily accessible he senses the disposal of soiled
cotton bags one of the many perks of his job
In a woman's stall he takes a tampon and he dips it into the bowl
Sucking out the menstrual goop he swishes the flavor around his mouth
Discarded plastic applicators in the bathrooms left behind by fertile young
chicks
Discarded plastic applicators in the bathrooms just waiting to be collected
Rub a pile of moistened maxi pads on your face in order to prevent breaking
out in blackheads and zits
Dip a rag in a steaming cup of water, vampire tea is my favorite

pennywise, metallica, soad, deftones (wazig maar wel cool)

[indary]

Marillion - Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real
Tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seize on the piccadilly line, rat race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition
An albatross in the marrytime tradition
Sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck

From the time-life-guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to five with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm bestill, bewitch
Drowning in the real

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows
Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door belsens
Pandoras box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens
Waiting, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes
For the fashionably
For the terminally insane, insane
D-d-do you realise?
D-d-do you realise?
D-d-do you realise, this world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets
Where are the visionaries
Where are the poets
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary

[Dittohead]

hmm niemand heeft nog wat over Incubus gezegd...

hebben zeker ook wel steengoede teksten

Bad Religion nuff said

[Odin]

AC/DC (Bon Scott era)


(AC/DC - Let there be Rock)

In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty-five
Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the schmaltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tchaikovsky had the news
He said -

"Let there be sound", and there was sound
"Let there be light", and there was light
"Let there be drums", and there was drums
"Let there be guitar", and there was guitar
"Let there be rock"

[martijn1905]

Vind lang niet alle teksten van Metallica even goed, maar er zitten zeker fijne teksten tussen...

Thursday hier en daar ook. Funeral For A Friend. This Beautiful Mess. The Cure heeft ook erg goede teksten i.m.o.

[Makaveli]

Guru (GangStarr) heeft ook goede teksten (check mijn sig).

Dit zijn de lyrics van 'Peace Of Mine' van hun 7de album (Solo albums niet meegerekend): The Ownerz

"[DJ Premier]
Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to
nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop?
THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO!
All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you
and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS!
FUCK Y'ALL!!!

[Guru]
Real talk, serious thoughts
True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo

[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]

[Guru]
At times I feel like my back's against the wall
And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all
I stand my ground, that's what I was taught
While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
In the midst of war, I find peace within
Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate
Of course I want money, but I won't compromise
Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys?
With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga
Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga
Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance
You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin
As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman
Here with my nigga Premier son
And we came to change the game
We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame?
Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes
Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo
Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on
Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on
Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets
Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat
Cats be buyin up SoundScans to beef up sales
Niggaz wanna crossover, wanna be upscale
Fuck that, that ain't hip-hop, that's somethin else
You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else
All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta
You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin you prankster
I thank y'all for makin more room for us, uhh
Ashes to dust you wonder who's to trust
My sense of self, and my mental health
is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth
A lot of niggaz get cash, and collect Mercedes
But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies
Then the chicks turn and act like dudes
Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool
And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine
I'ma make moves and I'ma leave you behind
At times I feel like my back's against the wall
And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all
I stand my ground, that's what I was taught
While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
In the midst of war, I find peace within
Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate

[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]

[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live.."]
["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]"

[pete da pornkid]

opgewolle heeft ook goeie teksten

check gwon het album 'vloeistof' en je weet waarover ik het heb

[Eresh'kigål]

Burzum - Jesus' Tod

En skikkelse lå der på bakken
så vond at de blomster rundt visnet
en dyster sjel lå der på bakken
så kald at alt vann ble til is
En skygge da falt over skogen

da skikkelsens sjel visnet bort
for skikkelsens sjel var en skygge
en skygge av vondskapens makt

En Duits:

Eine Gestalt lag auf dem Boden
so bösartig, dab die Blumen um sie herum
verwelkten
eine dunkle Seele lag auf dem Boden
so kalt, dab alles Wasser sich in Eis verwabdelte
Ein Schatten fiel über den Wald
als des Gestalts Seele dahinwelkte
denn des gestalts Seele war ein Schatten
ein Schatten der Kräfte des Bösen.

[telluriet]

Ach, vertaal dat meteen even naar het Engels en/of Nederlands.

[Dittohead]

Ereshkigal schreef op 02-09-2004 @ 17:33 :
Burzum - Jesus' Tod

En skikkelse lå der på bakken
så vond at de blomster rundt visnet
en dyster sjel lå der på bakken
så kald at alt vann ble til is
En skygge da falt over skogen

da skikkelsens sjel visnet bort
for skikkelsens sjel var en skygge
en skygge av vondskapens makt

En Duits:

Eine Gestalt lag auf dem Boden
so bösartig, dab die Blumen um sie herum
verwelkten
eine dunkle Seele lag auf dem Boden
so kalt, dab alles Wasser sich in Eis verwabdelte
Ein Schatten fiel über den Wald
als des Gestalts Seele dahinwelkte
denn des gestalts Seele war ein Schatten
ein Schatten der Kräfte des Bösen.

jahaa

[Eresh'kigål]

telluriet schreef op 02-09-2004 @ 17:35 :
Ach, vertaal dat meteen even naar het Engels en/of Nederlands.

Als NSBM fanaat moet je toch wel Duits kennen