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26-05-2008, 20:10
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Pearl Jam Save You
Gonna save you fucker,.. not gonna lose you feeling cocky and strong,.. can't let you go,.. too important to me too important to us,.. wed be lost without you baby, let yourself fall,.. i'm right below you now and fuck me if i say something you don't wanna hear and fuck me if you only hear what you wanna hear fuck meif i care,.. but i'm not leaving here you helped me when i was down,.. i'll help when you're down why are you hitting yourself ?.. common hit me instead let's pick up your will,.. it's grown fat and lazy i'm sympathetic as well,.. don't go on me now and i'm not leaving this life without you, i'm selfish and clear and you're not leaving here without me, i don't wanna be without my best.. friend. wake up, to see you could have it all cause there is but you,.. and something whitin you it's taken control,.. let's beat it, get up let's go! oh you're in your own world, let's see the whole world let's pick up your soul and fuck me if i say something you don't wanna hear and fuck me if you only hear the treble in your head please help,.. me,.. to help you,.. help yourself help me help yourself,.. please want me to,.. please let me to help you pearl jam is 1 van mijn favoriete bands.
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26-05-2008, 20:13
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Jeden Sonntag kamen sie herüber,
Unsre Musikanten aus Athen. Jeden Sonntag waren sie uns lieber Und das können nur wir zwei verstehen. Immer wieder Sonntags kommt die Erinnerung, Ich hör die Bouzuki spielen. Grade so wie in der Sonntag Nacht, Als das Glück uns zwei nach Haus gebracht. Immer wieder Sonntags kommt die Erinnerung Und da sind dieselben Lieder, Die wir hörten in der Sonntag Nacht, Als Du mir das Glück gebracht. Jede Sonntag Nacht war voller Lieder, Mit den Musikanten aus Athen. Und wir beide werden bald schon wieder, Zu den Musikanten tanzen gehen. Immer wieder Sonntags kommt ... Ich hör ... Immer wieder Sonntags kommt ... Und da ... Immer wieder Sonntags kommt ... Ich hör ... Immer wieder Sonntags kommt ... Und da ...
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#284
30-05-2008, 11:02
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Took my superbird
Down to the track Saw camaro duel hemi-stacks Flag went down Hear the rubber burn Lucky shift Got me in the turn Must have been ridin With lady luck Flipping his wig His gears are stuck The camaro.. So far behind I'm out of gear Coasting to the line! Solid! Foot off the gas A man alive I shoved it down Into overdrive I pulled away I'm feeling fine Superbird screaming Anytime
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#285
30-05-2008, 11:41
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Hollereer - De Jeugd Van Tegenwoordig:
Daar komt vjezze Holler at ya boy boy Boy daar komt vjezze Holler at ya boy Daar komt vjezze Holler at ya boy boy Boy daar komt vjezze Holler at ya boy Je kan me vinden in de maccie of de wopperschuur Saus op me shirt BA op me haute couture Harder papi Meer chanel dan coco Vjezze fur Meer stijl dan een homo Je kijkt o zo zuur naar me haute couture Want me haute couture is o zo duur Kom niet zomaar, wat doet die met die ho's daar Vjezze komt smooth, hij komt nu van clochard Karl ****** kani's uurgh Vaak komen ze in groepen Te dom om te poepen Oeniger dan koeien Ik zal ze niet vervloeken Het is niet hun schuld Daarom fok je moeder Ik weet zeker dat ik niks van je aan heb Want jij bent slechts jij En ik ben aan gek Ik ben zo blij dat ik ben wie ik ben Dat ik ga waar ga dat ik sta blablabla Daar komt wiwa Holler at ya boy boy Boy daar komt wiwa Holler at ya boy Daar komt wiwa Holler at ya boy boy Boy daar komt wiwa Holler at ya boy Willes hoor yo wederom waarzinnig Papi's geil op dope en die boys gaan innen Kinnen omhoog borsten vooruit Mic in de hand En wat borsten voor buit Hou het sickie zo simpel Bespaar je de rimpels "je haat op mn stijl" Terwijl je staat op mn gympen Gemaakt om te pimpen Jij om te fronten Altijd in je ooghoek Net als je oogpoep Holler naar die bolle gooi die hals omhoog Want zeg nou zelf ik ben ******dope Baas pop hopen doh' gewoon de illest ****** wees weg omdat hier een willes Ok laat me eens vertel en wat het is Wartaal spacet meer dan achilles Tis die boy die met meer poes dan oedie Nigga holler at ya boy, G Faberyayo Holler at ya boy boy Boy faberyayo Holler at ya boy Faberyayo Holler at ya boy boy Boy faberyayo "was volgens mij dope maar ik doe het nog één keertje voor "le zekerheid" Holler at ya boy Laat het mokkel daar maar hobbelen op me hobbelpaard F tot de aber jongen god maak de roddels waar Praat met respect als de baas je wat zegt Ik ben rijk, rap lastig en aantrekkelijk Uitermate kek als ik slets schreckelek Uitermate nep als ik raps van je rap Klippen door je schuur Dorp of plantsoen ghostwrite mn moer Kork of tantu Faber-yayo vader-lay low Praat met 2-woords drama ego Klik niet met caps en saaie air max Schroom niet, zwaai met me hermes Als ik de tent verlaat Wordt de manager kwaad Sletten staan stil Echt de laatste plaat Keer me om en die snollen hollen weer Dus kom niet weer aan de rimmen met de hollereer Je kijkt o zo zuur naar me haute couture want me haute couture is o zo duur (6x) zo goed dit, ik vind vooral dat stukkie van vjezze fur over karl ****** kani's goed 
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30-05-2008, 12:37
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 Jeremy`s » Dartboard I was committed to you (2X) Now your picture is on my dartboard I was committed to you (2X) I was committed to you (2X) Now your picture is on my dartboard I was committed to you (2X) I was committed to you Ooh but then i thought it all thru I was committed to you I was committed to you but then i thought it all thru I was committed to you Now your picture is on my dartboard
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#287
04-06-2008, 23:24
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Cindy und Bert, toch?
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#288
04-06-2008, 23:28
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Ik heb dus ook een favoriet nummer, en dit is de tekst.
Wie het ook kent is mijn vriend  Lord, won't you give me the strength to be strong, and be true Cos, Lord, when the devil gets into my head, I'm so blue You knock me, if you're so mighty, why waste your time with me If I'm bad, ignorant and sad Why waste your time, you're mad You're just mad, because your life is sad You've done nothing worth while Twist the knife Because you hate your life My life you want to spoil I'm never going to let Your negative vibes and comments Get through to my psyche and cripple me I'm never going to let Your negative vibes and comments Get through to my psyche and cripple me I never will forget The suffering that my people went through In my country and overseas Were no use, verbal abuse That's all you have to give You preach nil, you're so cynical Jesus, wake up and live Your bad vibe will drive away your tribe And where will you be then All alone Heart as cold as stone Hurting yourself again I'm never going to let Your negative vibes and comments Get through to my psyche and cripple me I'm never going to let Your negative vibes and comments Get through to my psyche and cripple me I never will forget The suffering that my people went through In my country and overseas Lord, won't you give me the strength to be strong, and be true Cos, Lord, when the devil gets into my head, I'm so blue So blue
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06-06-2008, 14:51
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Counting Crows Sullivan Street
Take the way home that lead s back to Sullivan St. Cr oss the water and home through the town Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet Pretty soon I won't come around I'm almost drowning in her sea She's nearly fallen to her knees Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan St. Where all the bodies hang on the air If she remembers, she hides it whenever we meet Either way now, I don't really care I'm almost drowning in her seas She's nearly crawling on her knees She's down on her knees Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan St. I'm just another rider burned to the ground I'm almost drowning in her sea She's nearly crawling on her knees It's almost everything I need I'm down on my knees I'm down on my knees
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#290
06-06-2008, 14:52
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Roger Daltrey Whotout your love
You can show me the way Give me a sunny day What does it mean Without your love And if I could travel far If I could touch the stars Where would I be Without your love Whenever I get to feel Down and out I think about what you said And I’d give out If I could fly away If I could sail today Where would I go Without your love You can show me the way And give me a sunny day What does it mean Without your love And if I could travel far If I could touch the stars Where would I be Without your love And if I ever wonder way Too far You’d come looking for me With open arms I could forget my home Feel like a Rolling Stone But who would I Without your love And what does it mean without your love Where would I be
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06-06-2008, 14:53
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Jep, en dankzij Dirk niet meer uit mijn hoofd te krijgen sinds Oostenrijk.
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#292
13-06-2008, 07:40
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Pearl Jam Better man
Title: Better Man Waiting Watching The Clock It's Four O'clock It's Got To Stop Tell Him Take No More She Practices Her Speech As He Opens The Door She Rolls Over Pretends To Sleep As He Looks Her Over She Lies And Says She's In Love With Him Can't Find A Better Man She Dreams In Color She Dreams In Red Can't Find A Better Man Can't Find A Better Man X2 Ohh Talking To Herself There's No One Else Who Needs To Know She Tells Herself Oh Memories Back When She Was Sure And Strong And Waiting For The World To Come Along Swears She Knew Him Now She Swears He's Gone She Lies And Says She's In Love With Him Can't Find A Better Man She Dreams In Color She Dreams In Red Can't Find A Better Man She Lies And Says She Still Loves Him Can't Find A Better Man She Dreams In Color She Dreams In Red Can't Find A Better Man Can't Find A Better Man X2 She Loved Him Yeah She Don't Want To Leave This Way She Feeds Him Yeah That's Why She'll Be Back Again Can't Find A Better Man Can't Find A Better Man X3 Can't Find A Better Man Ohh Ohh Uh Huh X6
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#293
22-06-2008, 08:48
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Boudewijn De Groot ik geloof
Nu hoef je nooit je jas meer aan te trekken, en te hopen dat je licht het doet. Laat buiten de stormwind nu maar razen, in het donker. want binnen is het warm en licht en goed! Hand in hand naar buiten kijken waar de regen valt, ik ziet het vuur van hoop en twijfel in je ogen! en ik ken je diepste angst!! Want je kunt niet zeker weten, en alles gaat voorbij. Maar, ik geloof (5x) in jou en mij! En als je 's morgens opstaat ben ik bij je, en misschien heb ik al thee gezet! En als de zon schijnt buiten gaan we lopen, door de duinen. En als het regent gaan we terug in bed. Uren langzaam wakker worden, zwevent door de tijd. Ik zie het licht door de gordijnen. En ik weet 't verleden geeft geen zekerheid. Want je kunt niet zeker weten en alles gaat voorbij. maar, ik geloof (5x) in jou en mij ik geloof (5x) in jou en mij. Ik doe de lichten uit, en de kamer wordt nu donker. Een straat lantaarn buiten geeft wat licht. En de dingen in de kamer worden vrienden die gaan slapen! De stoelen staan te wachten op 't ontbijt. En morgen word ik wakker met de geur van brood en honing, de glans van 't gouden zonlicht in jou haar. en de dingen in de kamer ik zeg ze weltrusten. Vanavond gaan we slapen, en morgen zien we wel. Maar de dingen in de kamer, zouden levenloze dingen zijn.... zonder Jou..! En je kunt niet zeker weten, want alles gaat voorbij, Maar, Ik geloof (5x) in jou en mij Ik geloof (5x) in jou en mij En je kunt niet zeker weten, want alles gaat voorbij, maar, ik geloof (5x) in jou en mij ik geloof (5x) in jou en mij
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#294
23-06-2008, 21:54
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je kunt niet zeker weten en alles gaat voorbij maar ik geloof in jou en mij.
de dingen en de kamer zouden levenloze dingen zijn zonder jou. ......... het doet vreselijk veel pijn als het toch niet gaat.
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04-07-2008, 18:17
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Herman Van Veen Een vriend zien huilen kan ik niet
Natuurlijk wordt alom gestredenen en zwijgt voor velen de muziek, de tederheid is overleden en de illusies zijn doodziek. Natuurlijk laat zich alles kopen voor wie er maar het meeste biedt en worden bloemen stukgelopen maar een vriend zien huilen kan ik niet. Natuurlijk hebben wij verloren en wacht de dood ons aan het eind, met onze schouders ver naar voren staan wij nog amper overeind. Natuurlijk zijn we vaak bedrogen en liggen vogels in het riet, die voor het laatst hebben gevlogen maar een vriend zien huilen kan ik niet. Worden er steden stukgesmeten door kinderen van vijftig jaar dan wordt het leed weer gauw vergeten voor nieuw verdriet of nieuw gevaar. en de stations vol met verdwaalden, al te ver heen voor elk verdriet, geen enk'le waarheid die het haalde, maar een vriend zien huilen kan ik niet. Natuurlijk spiegels zijn integer: geen moed genoeg om jood te zijn, niet elegant genoeg voor neger, geen licht, alleen maar valse schijn. in eigen kilheid zo gevangen dat men voor liefde zich verschuilt, zo aan het eind van elk verlangen, maar dan een vriend te zien die huilt.
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04-07-2008, 19:59
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NOFX - My Vagina
My vagina has two set of lips, but I dont get Monthly blood drips, my vagina hardly even used My vagina got lots of extra skin. they took my Outtie and made it and made it in. turning dounie into Marie osmand Operation succesfull, but now I gotta pee thru a Miniature hole, gotta remember to put the seat Down and when I wipe my ass I go from Front to back cause I dont wanna bladder infection I never tought Id miss my vas deferans I trade it for a pair of huge kins cans Now I got to hang with lesbians Operation paid up front now I show all My friends my new designer cunt They think Im kinda weird but thats Ok with me cause now I kick their ass from the ladies tee theres Nothing finer than having a vagina
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04-07-2008, 20:25
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Heyyy dat is nog es een band, vorige week nog live gezien @ Melkweg
 NOFX The Decline (1999) The Decline Where are all the stupid people from? And how'd they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings, zero feelings Blame it on Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny) Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy) Fear of God The fear of change The fear of truth Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs There's no answers Memorize and sing star spangled songs When the questions Aren't ever asked Is anybody learning from the past? We're living in united stagnation Father what have I done? I took that 22 A gift to me from you To bed with me each night Kept it clean Polished it well Cherished every cartridge, every shell Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down, by the park, under stone, under pine There's a carcass of my brother William Brother where, have you gone to? I swear, I never thought I could I see so many times They told me to shoot straight Don't pull the trigger, squeeze That will insure a kill A kill is what you want A kill is why we breed The Christians love their guns The church and NRA Pray for their salvations Prey on the lower faiths The story book's been read And every line believed Curriculum's been set Logic is a threat Reason searched and seized Jerry spent some time in Michigan A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine Jerry only stayed a couple months It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass Asphyxiation is simple and fast It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch Don't think (Stay) Drink your wine (Home) Watch the fire burn (Be) His problems not mine (Safe) Just be that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (For each senseless killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for sale And you can get a good deal on it (A good deal on it) And make a healthy profit Or maybe, tear it apart Start with assumption That a million people are smart Smarter than one Serotonin's gone She gave up, drifted away Sara fled, thought process gone She left her answering machine on The greeting left spoken sincere Messages no one will ever hear Ten thousand messages a day A million more transmissions lay Victims of the laissez faire Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns A hundred decibels turns to one One bullet, one empty head Now with Serotonin gone The man who used to speak Performs a cute routine Feel a little patronized Don't feel bad They found a way inside your head And you feel a bit misled It's not that they don't care, yeah The television's put a thought inside your head Llike a Barry Manilow, jingle I'd like, to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony A symphonic blank stare, yeah It doesn't make you care (make you care) Not designed to make you care (make you care) They're betting you won't care (you won't...) Place a wager on your greed A wager on your pride Why try to beat them when, a million others tried? We are the whore Intellectually spayed We are the queer Dysfunctionally raised One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain Living through conformity One more prayer to keep me safe One more prayer to keep us warm One more prayer to keep us safe There's gonna be a better place Lost the battle, lost the war Lost the things worth living for Lost the will to win the fight One more pill to kill the pain Na na na na na La na na na na Na na na na na Na na na na na The going get tough, the tough get debt Don't pay attention, pay the rent Next of kins pay for your sins A little faith should keep us safe Save us The human, existence Is failing, resistance Essential, the future Written off, the odds are Astronomically against us Only moron and genius Would fight a losing battle Against the super ego When giving in is so damn comforting And so we go, on with our lives We know the truth, but prefer lies Lies are simple, simple is bliss Why go against tradition when we can Admit defeat, live in decline Be the victim of our own design The status quo, built on suspect Why would anyone stick out their neck? Fellow members Club "We've Got Ours" I'd like to introduce you to our host He's got his, and I've got mine Meet the decline We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In the class war We are worker We love our queen We sacrifice We're soilent green We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In the class war Met clip gemaakt door een fan: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b429zk6aTfs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zd3z...feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRxR...feature=related punkrocknummertje van 18 minuten
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#298
05-07-2008, 09:23
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Damn NOFX liefhebber hier
, bestaan die nog?
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13-11-2008, 15:23
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I speak peace when peace is spoken, But I speak war when your hate is provoking, The season is open 24-7-365, Man up yo time to ride, No need to hide behind slogans of deceit, Claiming that you're a religion of peace, We just don't believe you, We can clearly see through, The madness that you're feeding your people, Jihad the cry of your unholy war, Using the willing, the weak and poor, From birth drowning in propaganda, rhetoric and slander, All we can say is damn ya
My forefathers fought and died for this here I'm stronger than your war of fear Are we clear? If you step in my hood It's understood It's open season I don't need a faith that's blind, Where death and hate bring me peace of mind, With views that are stuck deep in the seventh century, So much sand in your eyes to blind to see, The venom that you leaders preach, Is the path to your own destruction, Your own demise, You might say that I don't understand but your disgust for me is what I realize, Surprise! Your homicidal ways has got the whole world watching, Whole world scoping, So if you bring it to my home base, Best believe it, The season's open I see you, Hell yeah I see you, Motherfucker naw, I don't wanna be you, If you come to my place, I'll drop more than just some bass, Yo you'll get a taste of a, Sick motherfucker from the Dirty, I ain't worrying not a fucking bit, I'm telescoping like Hubble, Yo you in trouble, Yo on the double, I'm wild with mine, Bring that style with mine, Fuck with my family I'll end your life, Just the way it is, Just the way it be, Do you understand? No matter if you're woman or man, or child, My profile is crazy, That shit you do doesn't amaze me, I'm ready to blaze thee I don't give a damn what god you claim, I've seen the innocent that you've slain, On my streets you're just fair game, Like a pig walk to your slaughter, The heat here is so much hotter, And my views won't teeter totter or fluctuate, Step to me you just met your fate, And I'll annihilate, With the skill of a Shogun assassin, Slicing and dicing precise with a passion, In any shape form or fashion, Bring it to my home, Welcome to the danger zone, Cause your attitude's the reason, The triggers keep squeezing, The hunt is on and it's open season It's Open Season Stuck Mojo, weer back on track, gezien in het voorprogramma van Volbeat
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