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17-12-2003, 13:47
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Songteksten
Waar raken jullie van in vervoering ?
Net zelf nog weg zitten dromen bij " The Day Before U Came ". Een oud ABBA nummer maar nu in de uitvoering van Blanc Mange . De pijn die je in de tekst hoort hoe lauwtof zijn leven was voordat hij de ware ontmoette .. Nu niet aankomen met het nummer " Check the Penis " van Lownoise en Theo . We hebben het over songtexten en niet over onliners op een WC deur . En mocht je de tekst kunnen vinden op het net zet hem er dan bij . Via Google de naam en lyrics erachter zetten et voila Must have left my house at eight, because I always do My train, I’m certain, left the station just when it was due I must have read the morning paper going into town And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so The usual place, the usual bunch And still on top of this I’m pretty sure it must have rained The day before you came I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two And at the time I never even noticed I was blue I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away At five I must have left, there’s no exception to the rule A matter of routine, I’ve done it ever since I finished school The train back home again Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then Oh yes, I’m sure my life was well within it’s usual frame The day before you came Must have opened my front door at eight o’clock or so And stopped along the way to buy some chinese food to go I’m sure I had my dinner watching something on tv There’s not, I think, a single episode of dallas that I didn’t see I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then I must have read a while The latest one by marilyn french or something in that style It’s funny, but I had no sense of living without aim The day before you came And turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain The day before you came 
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#3
17-12-2003, 14:11
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The Vandals- Flowers are pretty
Children are lovely before they get ugly, and learn to do bad stuff. Flowers are pretty before they get shitty, and rot and turn to dust I heard that life is a wheel and you can't make it stop If you try it'll flatten your head It's a circle of shit we're in the middle of it But soon we'll all be dead Like everybody else that ever lived before, the things you make fall to the floor And nobody knows how hard you tried, it's been that way since the start of time - There was a caveman that did some amazing things But nobody here gives a fuck And in a thousand years they'll feel the same Towards all the things you've done [Chorus:] So don't worry what might give you cancer - Or stay up nights just wanting answers Its just a crap shoot, but it's mostly crap Things start off they're so terrific They'll fuck up it's scientific Entropy, uncertainty won't yield to you Love at first sight on a beautiful night and a feeling so divine Gets sucked down the toilet cuz something will spoil it With the good times left behind you Don't try to figure out who's at fault Powerful forces abound Like a twig on a river in the universe Tomorrow you'll probably drown [Chorus:] So don't worry if it is a tumor - All this will be over sooner Its just a crap shoot, but it's mostly crap Things start off they're so terrific They'll fuck up it's scientific Entropy, uncertainty won't yield to you or you And all the things that matter most Disappear, here's a toast To erosion and corrosion, Altimzers and pain Don't try to figure out who's at fault There's powerful forces at play And if you lose your legs and have to beg It's really all the same [Chorus:] So don't worry what might give you cancer - Or stay up nights just wanting answers Its just a crap shoot, but it's mostly crap Things start off they're so terrific They'll fuck up it's scientific Entropy, uncertainty won't yield to you, or
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#4
17-12-2003, 14:27
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Guns N' Roses Estranged :
When you're talkin to yourself And nobody's home You can fool yourself You came in this world alone (Alone) So nobody ever told you baby How it was gonna be So what'll happen to you baby Guess we'll have to wait and see ONE, TWO Old at heart but I'm only 28 And I'm much too young To let love break my heart Young at heart but it's getting much too late To find ourselves so far apart I don't know how you're s'posed To find me lately An what more could tou ask from me How could you say that I never needed you When you took everything Said you took everything from me Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait When no one I know can seem to help me now Old at heart but I musn't hesitate If I'm to find my own way out Still talkin' to myself And nobody's home (Alone) So nobody ever told us baby How it was gonna be So what'll happen to us baby Guess we'll have to wait and see When I find out all the reasons Maybe I'll find another way Find another day With all the changing seasons of my life Maybe I'll get it right next time An now that you've been broken down Got your head out of the clouds You're back down on the ground And you don't talk so loud An you don't walk so proud Any more, and what for Well I jumped into the river Too many times to make it home I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone If it doesn't show give it time To read between the lines 'Cause I see the storm getting closer And the waves they get so high Seems everything We've ever known's here Why must it drift away and die I'll never find anyone to replace you Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time - Oh this time Without you I knew the storm was getting closer And all my friends said I was high But everything we've ever known's here I never wanted it to die
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#5
17-12-2003, 14:29
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Guns and Roses So Fine :
How could she look so fine How could it be she might be mine How could she be so cool I've been taken for a fool So many times It's a story of a man Who works as hard as he can Just to be a man who stands on his own But the book always burns As the story takes it turn An leaves a broken man How could she be so cool How could she be so fine I owe a favor to a friend My friends they always come through for me- Yeah It's a story of a man Who works as hard as he can Just to be a man who stands on his own But the book always burns As the story takes it turn An leaves a broken man If you could only live my life You could see the difference you make to me- To me I'd look right up at night And all I'd see was darkness Now I see the stars alright I wanna reach right up and grab one for you When the lights went down in your house Yeah that made me happy The sweat I make for you Yeah...I think you know where that comes from Well I'd look right up at night And all I'd see was darkness Now I see the stars alright I wanna reach right up and grab one for you When the lights went down in your house Yeah that made me happy The sweat I make for you I think you know where that comes from How could she look so good(So good) How could she be so fine How could she be so cool How could it be she might be mine
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#10
17-12-2003, 15:35
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Een van de mooiste die ik ken: Kansas- Dust in the wind.
krijg ik nog altijd kippevel van. I close my eyes, Only for a moment and the moment's gone All my dreams, Pass before my eyes, that curiosity C: Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind Same old song, Just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do, Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see C: Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind [2] Don't hang on, Nothing last forever but the earth and sky It slips away, And all your money won't another minute buy C: Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind
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#11
17-12-2003, 15:44
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 No more Heroes - Stranglers Nummer is verragt door een of andere krantenbezorger reclame Als ze geweten hadden dat dit nummer er ook op stond dan was het nooit gebruikt En dat alles in 1978 .. een van de Punk hoogtepunten . Wat ze tegenwoordig punk noemen heeft er geen ruk meer mee te maken .. Nee ik ben het er totaal niet mee eens maar het gaat mij om de onvoorwaardelijke en pure echte liefde voor iets Nekschot voor pedo's .. maar das mijn persoonlijke mening Bring On The Nubiles I want to love you like your dad And be your superman I'll show you things you've never had And hold your little hand Bring on the Nubiles (x2) I'll kiss your zone erogenous There's plenty to explore I've got to lick yor little puss And nail it to the floor Bring on the Nubiles (x2) I go crazy for ya Crazy for ya (x3) Lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya (x2) Let me lick your lucky smiles Bring on the Nubiles (x2) Bring them on! There's lots of games that we can play Just turn my tap I'll drip And when the fever reaches you I'm high beneath my zip Bring on the Nubiles (x2) I go crazy for ya Crazy for ya (x3)
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#12
17-12-2003, 15:46
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mijn eeuwige nummer twee:
Queen - who wants to live forever There's no time for us There's no place for us What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever....? There's no chance for us It's all decided for us This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever? Who dares to love forever? When love must die But touch my tears with your lips Touch my world with your fingertips And we can have forever And we can love forever Forever is our today Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever? Forever is our today Who waits forever anyway?
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17-12-2003, 15:50
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uit de beste film aller tijden; Breakfast at Tiffany's het nummer Moon river.
Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style, some day, Oh dream maker, you heart breaker, Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way, Two drifters, off to see the world, There’s such a lot of world to see, We’re after the same rainbows end, Waitin’ ‘round the bend, My Huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me! Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style, some day . . . Two drifters, off to see the world, There’s such a lot of world to see, We’re after the same rainbows end, Waitin’ ‘round the bend, My Huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me! Moon River, and me . . .
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17-12-2003, 15:53
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Percy Sledge
When a Man Loves a Woman Percy Sledge When a man loves a woman Can't keep his mind on nothing else He'll trade the world For the good thing he's found If she's bad he can't see it She can do no wrong Turn his back on his best friend If he put her down When a man loves a woman Spend his very last dime Tryin' to hold on to what he needs He'd give up all his comfort Sleep out in the rain If she said that's the way it ought to be Well, this man loves a woman I gave you everything I had Tryin' to hold on to your precious love Baby, please don't treat me bad When a man loves a woman Down deep in his soul She can bring him such misery If she plays him for a fool He's the last one to know Lovin' eyes can't ever see When a man loves a woman He can do no wrong He can never own some other girl Yes when a man loves a woman I know exactly how he feels 'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're my world When a man loves a woman.....
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#16
17-12-2003, 16:16
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Descendents- When i get old
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old Will I Still Hop On My Bike, And Ride Around Town Will I Still Want To Be Someone, And Not Just Sit Around I Don'T Want To Be Like Other Adults Cause They'Ve Already Died Cool And Condescending, Fossilized Will I Be Rich Will I Be Poor, Will I Still Sleep On The Floor What Will It Be Like When I Get What Will I Be Like When I Get What Will It Be Like When I Get Old Will I Still Kiss My Girlfriend And Try To Grab Her Ass Will I Still Hate The Cops And Have No Class Will All My Grown Up Friends Say They'Ve Seen It All Before They Say Hey Act Your Age And I'M Immature Will I Do Myself Proud Or Only What'S Allowed What Will It Be Like When I Get What Will I Be Like When I Get What Will It Be Like When I Get Old Will I Sit Around And Talk About The Old Days Sit Around And Watch T. V. I Never Want To Go That Way Never Burn Out Not Fade Away As I Travel Through My Time Will I Like What I Find What Will It Be Like When I Get What Will I Be Like When I Get What Will It Be Like When I Get Old
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17-12-2003, 16:20
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Nah, das te veel herrie voor mij, teksten zijn wel ok maar ik geef toch liever de voorkeur aan punk(rock)pop.
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17-12-2003, 16:48
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Pascal : stop met die pillen !!!
 Hier een van mijn all time favo rappers Kool Moe Dee Wild Wild West is zowat compleet van hem . Deze gaat over de battle met LL Cool J .. To the break of dawn To the, to the, to the Times up punk Yea yea time to settle the score To the break of dawn, another dumb move Ha, ha, ha this time it’s over boy This is me and you, head to head, let’s go Here we go, beat down round 2 Heads up punk ’cause it all comes down to Me and you, face to face, head to head Mic to mic, I like the weak shit you said To the break of dawn, beats nitro Lyrics weak, say goodnight ’cho Star trek shades, man cut the joke Let’s get serious and go for broke You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull Victor before you pull it off you thought mr. pitiful Here’s some mouthwash, g Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, c- A-u-s-e, you’re rhyme didn’t mean ? d-o-d-d? , junior moe dee Stop biting, chewing, swallowing Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing Raise up son, I need jock relief Here’s a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth You swallow it, yea, finish, burp Now let a real man go to work ’cause I’m a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies Cut ya like a knife ’cause you’re nuthin but hype You slice and dice and ice twice for life I’m a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes Keep talking about me and I’ll keep pimping Just bring me that money and take this last whipping How can one man be so dumb You’re trying to come off and don’t know how to come You’re young and dumb and quick at the tongue You high strung bum come and get done I’ll do you wit a death blow (chorus) Kill ’em kill ’em I’ll hit ya wit a death blow My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma ’cause you can’t hang without a high school diploma Your brain of fatigue, you’re out of your league You’re running out of gas and you’re tank is on e Somebody buy him a heart ’cause he’s petro Take you’re whipping like a man brother let go No apologies, tears of violence Get your black suits ’cause I ain’t smiling I’m shooting the gift of gab, brother you’re ripped in half Soon as the mic is past, you won’t live to laugh If there’s laughter, I’ll get the last one You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one So who’s got no style, look at your profile You can’t dance, can’t dress and you’re so foul Still wearing played out 4 finger rings Played out fat gold chains and things You changed your look now change your gameplan Trying to dress but you still wear name brand Brother, you look crazy weak And it gets worse when we hear you speak So you ain’t got a chance in hell You’ll be known as the late ll The man who lost one, one too often Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin A close casket they won’t show ya When I finish, you’re mama won’t know ya ’cause I’m a rip you limb from limb You tombstone read he had no win So rip, rest in peace, rip ’em D.i.d., dead indeed, did ’em A h-i-t, hitman, so whatcha hit ’em wit A rhyme silencer, I hit ’em wit a death blow Chorus If mama said knock me out, come do it You can’t win and that (record scratch) knew it I’m a send you home in a body bag Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag You’re out of here, over, finished, all in And marly marl can’t save you from fallin ’cause as soon as you came back what did you do To the break of dawn, another dumb move You can’t go hard, you’re just so-so todd I’m that type of guy, oh my god It’s gets no rougher comes no weaker Marly hooked the beats so now you need a Writer to bring you back from hell Because I’m a rock up l Low life loser, life like luna Lafidasical, lispless luna Tic liver lifeless, living likeness Lusting longing lyrics like this Little league, lard larsonist liar Label ledger, left the leper liar Bull, lull, lateral learning Laps language latent lurking Language, language, local logo Light laboring, limited local Now ll’s a laughing stock ’cause I bit that ass to the last stop I watched you fall like hitler fell And now you’re down to a broken l You’re records ain’t hot and you’re shows don’t sell Yo, tell ’em how you fell l, hard as hell You came back and you thought you had me But think about it, whos’ your daddy Kill ’em... big daddy, I don’t want none... I did ’em wit a death blow To the break of dawn To the, to the, to the, get him out of here (kool moe dee talks)
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