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Op 16 februari 2003 22:19 schreef WickedKimmie het volgende:
dit is gejat door Lebbis en Janssen...
"Ik ben een eikel"

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Ah, ja ik wist wel dát het gejat was, alleen de kennis wie dat had gedaan ontbrak ff.

pfff, r'n'bi jat ook. dus waarom lebbis en jansen niet.

ik vind het ook een geniaal lied, daar niet van, maar ik zag nu dus pas dat het gejat was

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Op 16 februari 2003 22:21 schreef webblaster wim het volgende:
pfff, r'n'bi jat ook. dus waarom lebbis en jansen niet.

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Dat is natuurlijk een vergelijking die niet echt opgaat.
Lebbis en jansen is toch wel wat anders dan r'n'b.

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Op 16 februari 2003 22:23 schreef Rasputin het volgende:
Dat is natuurlijk een vergelijking die niet echt opgaat.
Lebbis en jansen is toch wel wat anders dan r'n'b.

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wel??

hmmzz...nooit over nagedacht eigenlijk

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Op 16 februari 2003 22:16 schreef webblaster wim het volgende:
http://www.lyricsxp.com/artist/d/denis_leary.html

staan er nog wat.

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You might have to go to war
Shoot a gun
Kill a nun
You might have to go to war
When you get out of school
It gets a lot worse>

YEAH YEAH
dat van kill a nun doet me denken aan dat nummer vd clash different glory
met oa de zin: "he who fucks nuns will later go to church"
die zin zit echt al een week in mijn hoofd, misschien is het een waarschuwing ofzo...

Limp Bizkit Think They're Black, But They're Just Gay

Fred Durst is a fucking faggot
He thinks he's black, but he's just gay
He cancelled a show cuz he sprained his ankle
He's also a fucking midget

[Chorus:]
You're not fucking black, you're just fucking gay (x2)
You're fucking gay

The guitarist wears a mask
To hide the cum stains on his face
They're the gayest band I've ever seen
And I've seen the Culture Club live

[Chorus]

Fred wears a hat to hide his baldness
I refuse to believe blacks think he's cool
I wish he'd beaten and raped by some black guy
And see if he still wants to be black

briljant, maar deze ook:

It was the blackest night
There was no moon in sight
You know the stars ain't shinin'
'Cause the sky's too tight
I heard the scarey wind
I seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me

I'm mean 'n I'm bad, y'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by the name of Chrissy
Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me...
'N this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, Mystery

I noticed even the crickets
Was actin' weird up here
And So I figured I might
Just drink a little beer
I said, *"Gimme summa that what yer suckin' on..."
But there was no reply
'Cause she was gone...

*"Where's those titties that I like so well
'n my goddamn beer!"*
Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the Devil...he's about this big...

He had a red suit on
An' a widow's peak
An' then a pointed tail
'N like a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him awright
I sweared I knowed it was
He had some human flesh
Stuck underneath his claws
You know it looked to me
Like it was titty skin
I said, *"You sonofabitch!"*
'Cause I was mad at him,
Well he just got out his floss
'N started cleanin' his fang
So I shot him with my shooter
Said: BANG BANG BANG

Then the sucker just laughed 'n said, *"Put it away...
You know, I ate her all up...now what you
gonna say?"*
YOU ATE MY CHRISSY? *"Titties 'n all!"*
WELL, WHAT ABOUT THE BEER THEN, BOY? *"Were the cans
this tall?"
EVEN HER BOOTS? *"Would I lie to you?"*
SHIT, YOU MUSTA BEEN HUNGRY! *"Yes, this is true."*
WELL DON'T THEY PAY YOU GOOD FOR THE
STUFF THAT YOU DO?
*"Well, you know, I can't complain when the checks come through..."*

WELL I WANT MY CHRISSY, 'N I WANT MY BEER
SO YOU JUST BARF IT BACK UP NOW, DEVIL,
DO YOU HEAR?

*"Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the Devil,
Do you understand? Just what will you give me
for your
Titties and beer? I suppose you noticed this little
contract here..."* YER GODDAM RIGHT, YOU
SON-OF-A-WHORE,
*"Don't call me that"*
THAT'S ABOUT THE ONLY REASON
...GIMME THAT PAPER...BET YER ASS
I'll SIGN...
'CAUSE I NEED A BEER, 'N IT'S TITTY-
SQUEEZIN' TIME

*"Man, You can't fool me...you ain't that bad...
I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls I had...
Why there was Milhous Nixon 'n Agnew, too...
'n both
of those suckers was worse 'n you..."*

WELL, LET'S MAKE A DEAL IF YOU THINK
THAT'S TRUE
I MEAN, YOU'RE THE DEVIL, SO WHATCHA
GONNA DO?

(improvised dialog)
"Wait a minute...a tinge of doubt crosses my mind...when you say...
that you want to make a deal with me..."

"That's very, very true
I'm only interested in two things
*"Yeah?"*
See if you can guess what they are"

"I would think...uh...let's see, maybe Stravinsky..."

"I'll give you two clues. Let go of your pickle"

"What?"

"Let go of your pickle!"

"I'm not holding my pickle"

"Well, who's holding your pickle then?"

"I don't know...she's out in the audience...
Hey Dale, would you like to come up here and hold
my pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage?"

"I'm only interested in two things, and that's
titties and beer
you know what I mean?
*"What?"*
titties and beer
titties and beer
titties and beer
titties and beer
titties and beer
titties and beer
titties and beer!"
titties and beer!"
*"I don't know if you're the right guy?"*
titties and beer!"
titties and beer!"

*"No! Don't sign it! Give me time to think...
I mean hold on a second boy, 'cause that's magic ink!"

And then the devil let go of his pickle
and out come my girl, there was her titties
flop-floppin'...all around the world

She said "I got me three beers and a fistful of downs
and I'm gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns!"
Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff
That's when the devil, he farted
and she went right over the cliff!
The devil was mad, I took off to my pad
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there

I Respect Your Feelings As A Woman And A Human

I was watering my rose garden and you walked by my place
I almost ran up to you in a lustful, unsensitive haste
I almost cried cause I acted so insensitive
But I wanted you to know about the feather-soft warmth I could give

I respect your feelings
I respect your gender
I respect your existence
I'll always be tender
Cause I respect your feelings
As a woman and a human

I'll be the pansy-growing gardener of our bouquet of love
A flower-wielding soldier with the grace of a dove
I'll love you all, heart, mind and soul, I'd never think of anything cheap
I'll read you some of my poems before you go to sleep

I respect your feelings
I respect your gender
I respect your existence
I'll always be tender
Cause I respect your feelings
As a woman and a human

een tekst die voor mij geschreven leken te zijn?

Lost & Found van Judas Priest...

Lost And Found

[G. Tipton, K.K. Downing]

I always used to be afraid
That I was going to lose my way
I never used to walk in line but stray

I never thought I'd see it through
That I could deal with losing you
But suddenly I see the light of day

Leading me in
From out of the night
Staying on course - I'm still alive
I had to confess I never thought I would ever survive

I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found

Focused on my altered state
I would just disorientate
Suffering alone amongst the crowd

Drifting on a sea of doubt
And no one ever heard me shout
That I was lost and couldn't find my way

No one at hand
Having no plan
Stumbled through a barren land

After so long
Of going wrong
I found the road

I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found

I was lost and found
I had hit the ground
I was lost but now I found

That I don't need no one
To survive
You've got to believe alone
You'll rise

Starting to run
Shedding the load
Now I can see I'm close to home

After so long
Of going wrong
I found the road

I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found


Dit gaat eerder over het heden...
heb er wel nog eentje over de tijd net na de relatie... maar die heb ik zelf geschreven, weet niet of jullie het willen lezen.

'How you gonna see me now'van Alice Cooper.

Amorphis
Black Winter Day

This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed think
Like daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning

But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths?

Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn
A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night

Satyricon - Angstridden

Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness
Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance
Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants

The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness
Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond
Uniquely grown from within
Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude

How can one disclose a darker night,
if one but rests?
Or evidence the suffering,
by wordly gauge?
Or comprehend the long-drawn agony
When pain and evil never trod one down

Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom
Beautiful, free, of different steel!
Dearly prized, and equally broken
He should have gone free of you!

An emotional tumour, gnaws from inside
Of heartless, spineless treason
The darkest night now weaves its loom
Soon to release its spawn

Een tekst van Henk Westbroek:

Vriendschap is een illusie
Vriendschap is een droom
Een pakketje schroot...
...met een dun laagje chroom

ouch...

Ik heb weer een paar beauties!

De eerste 2 komen van een band genaamd The Butcher:

Every now and then I get a monster in my head. Telling me to fight and kill. It seems it's only for the thrill. You're gonna end up dead.

I got no explanation for this strange appreciation for violence and hate. You're gonna die, it is your fate. Your pain is my salvation.

Everybody's dead now. DEAD!

Triggered by the ignorance. Unleashing brutal violence. Apologies and cries. The time has come, everyone dies. Now I enjoy the silence.

I hold up my sweaty forehead. As I wake up in my own bed. It was just a dream, but I feel pissed and mean. Nobody is dead yet.

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Too many morons walk this earth. They should've all been shot at birth. It's out of control, just drop the bomb. Fire in the hole.

Too many morons walk this earth. There're breathing air they don't deserve. It's a disease, it's spreading worldwide. Time to die.

Too many morons in too high positions. Ruling the world and making decisions. Too many morons, out for the kill. For power, religion or just for the thrill.

Too many morons, it's like a disease. Spreading around, bring the world to it's knees. Too many morons, one thing's sure. Killing them all is the only cure.

Mean mad moron massacre, it's a great reduction of the world population.
Mean mad moron massacre, It takes some destruction, we'll have a celebration.
Mean mad moron massacre, it's about time we draw the line.
Mean mad moron massacre, remember motherfuckers, moron murder ain't no crime.

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Deze laatste is van No turning back:

Show your face, disgrace.
You'll never put me in my place.
I sever love - from fucking hate.
Play the messed up game.
You fucked up!
Locked inside a cage.
Too drugged up!
Nothing left - So try to turn back now.
You've lost somehow.

Pain so unreal.
Just fucking feel.
You lost it all.
Tried to stand tall.
This life of sin.
Shattered again.

I just can't believe those words you said.
I wonder why they left me so upset.
I loved and always tried to care for you.
You fucked your life through and through.

Pain from inside! - Bring the yearning.
Lifetime of greed! - This is what you need.
Live for them now! - Cause you won't see me.
Suffer you bitch! - Life ain't what it seems.

SUFFER YOU BITCH!!!!!!

HATESONG (Porcupine Tree)

This is a hate song just meant for you
I thought that I'd write it down while I still could
I hope when you hear this you'll want to sue

Oh it's a lonely life in my empty bed
And it's a quiet life that leaks from my head
These are the last rites
The line is dead

Yes, I'm hearing voices too
And I'm more cut up than you

Lijkt een beetje op de laatste tekst die ik uit heb getypt. Maar die van mij is wat agressiever. Zie ik dat juist?

Jep, dat zie je volgens mij wel juist, die van mij is wat apathischer ofzo...

In dat geval voel ik keihard met je mee. Sterkte.

Dankjewel. Jij ook hé.

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Asherah op 16-03-2003 14:29]

she's got her eyes open wide, she's got the dirt and spit of the world
her mouth on the metal, the lips of a scared little girl
i've got an angel in the lobby, he's waiting to put me in line
i won't ask forgiveness, my faith has gone dry

she's got her christian prescriptures and death has crawled in her ear
like elevator music of songs that she shouldn't hear

and it spins around, 1, 2, 3
and we all lay down, 4, 5, 6
some do it fast, some do it better in smaller amounts

and it spins around, 1, 2, 3
and we all lay down, 4, 5, 6
some do it fast, some do it better in smaller amounts

Kill the sound and hit the lights
I've had about enough tonight
I've been tried and I've been true
Ten years on - am I trough?
Why the hell I'm asking you ?!?
I don't really give a damn
Whether or not you understand
I don't have patience left to lend
I never felt for your 'cause'
But always pointed out your flaws
So don't you try to come off as a friend
Never have I ever met
So many fucking morons
But you suck it up just like you should
Because you've been told that it's good
So go and sing their favorite song
You wouldn't want to not belong
It's still shit, no matter how they serve it
It's another blast from the past
And they stick it right up your ass
You've been raped and boy, do you deserve it
I want you to take this the wrong way
I'm not here for you but for me
I took this misadventure to see what I could do
And no one rides for free
I never promised anything and I never asked for much
I only grabbed what I could, and it crumbles at the touch
I still don't have what I want, and humility's nothing to flaunt
But there's nary a day that I regret
When reality comes crashing in, I sometimes feel like cashing in
I'm close, but not just yet
I'm not waving I'm drowning, I'm not laughing I'm frowning
I'm not singing I'm screaming
Please tell me I'm dreaming

Driven Like The Snow

Still night, nothing for miles,
White curtain come down,
Kill the lights in the middle of the road
And take a look around.....
It don't help to be one of the chosen
One of the few, to be sure
When the wheels are spinning around
And the ground is frozen through, and you're
Driven, like the snow
Pure in heart
Driven together
And given
Away to the west
A white dress ?
Til the river don't run
A black dress
Looking like mine ?
Til the sun don't shine no more
Where the sky meet the ground
Where the street fold round
Where the voice you hold don't
make no sound, look
Snow on the river and two by two
Took a lot to live a lot like you,
I don't Go there now, but I hear they sung
Their "Fuck Me And Marry Me Young?
Some wild idea and a big white bed, now
You know better than that, I said,
Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down
Like brittle things will break before they turn
Like lipstick on my cigarette
And the ice get harder overhead
Like think it twice but never never learn...

And the mist will wrap around us
And the crystal, if you touch it...

And the cars
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the people that drive
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the cares I've
Lost in the drift
Are there
Theirs, ours,
Lost in the drift
Are..
Driven

Driven together
And driven
Apart

God gives and always taketh away
But the solace and the doom remain
On my knees and alone
I await the grave
Bleeding out my veins
No one knows the weight of sorrow
Bears down and breaks my clavicles
Too far from both the beginning and the end
The seasons change without me
Few things can compair to the weather in April
And nothing is real
See the mirror, it reminds me that I hate myself
And I always will
Misery needs no other company
Seasons change
Despair still remains


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