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quote: Me too... het komt wel op zn poten  |
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ik hoop ut ook,maar ik kan in iedergeval zeggen dak me best doe toch?  dit is ook heerschende tekst: I don`t want your love anymore Slaughtering my feelings - torchering my soul Too late I realized what kinda you are That you`re not worth to be loved anymore False love is what I used to live False love is what you give I don`t need your love anymore Blinded my eyes twisted my mind Used and thrown away My heart was bleeding False love is what you`ve given to me Burried in a dark forrest`s grave I was on my knees - feeling coldness Truth could have erased, erased my pain You are not strong not fucking honest Never I will forget - never I will forgive Once you will suffer the same and then remember me on my knees Showing emotions - weakness makes me feeling guilty Exploited - never again I`ll be so weak Get out - get out of my life and go to hell Time is healing - and what is left Love made me blind so blind you learnedme to hate Opening my eyes and realize that you`re not worth to be loved [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Orion op 12-12-2002 22:55] Mezelf tegen friet! en spotten en al ut andere kansloos gedoe weest wel !? |
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Motorbreath Living and dying laughing and crying Once you have seen it you will never be the same Life in the fast lane is just how it seems Hard and it is heavy dirty and mean Motorbreath Its how I live my life I can't take it any other way Motorbreath The sign of living fast It is going to take Your breath away Don't stop for nothing its full speed or nothing I am taking down you know whatever is in my way Getting your kicks as you are shooting the line Sending the shivers up and down your spine Motorbreath Its how I live my life I can't take it any other way Motorbreath The sign of living fast It is going to take Your breath away Those people who tell you not to take chances They are all missing on what life is about You only live once so take hold of the chance Don't end up like others the same song and dance Motorbreath Its how I live my life I can't take it any other way Motorbreath The sign of living fast It is going to take Your breath away wait for me dragon, we'll meet in the sky |
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Metallica  Mezelf tegen friet! en spotten en al ut andere kansloos gedoe weest wel !? |
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quote:  wait for me dragon, we'll meet in the sky |
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een van de mooiste platen die ooit geschreven is en een van de enige waar ik ooit bij heb gehuild: It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) ( Bob Dylan ) Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. "Toen hij, in plaats van groenteman, besloot bakker te worden, waren de gevolgen niet te aubergine" |
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dat nummer is toch van Steppenwolf  *week bijna wel zeker is geloof ik een soundtrack Mezelf tegen friet! en spotten en al ut andere kansloos gedoe weest wel !? |
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Lovin' Whiskey van Anouk. Well if you live in dusty twilight baby, that's OK, 'Cause there are women at the bar to greet you everyday. And you can take them back to lie with you and visit Jamie's room, But they can never take the pain away or brighten all the gloom, And if your hands are clenched in sorrow, may it help you ease your pain, Though the windows have a view of city rain, city rain... And if you walk in constant sorrow and you cry for me, May it hit the painful memories, maybe then you'll see, That if you drown yourself in liquor, because it keeps you company, Then just remember who you're loosing, and be proud to set me free, Because it don't talk back or disagree, it just make you see so hazily, But in the morning light your life is scattered with the wind, scattered with the wind... Well they tell you on the telephone to let him go, I said they tell you he's a sinking ship, and he's trying to pull you down, Don' t you know, that every time you call me up and say you want me back you know you break my heart, You said you want me to come back home and try again, you want me to make a brand new start, But if wisdom says to let him go, then it's hell, because you just don't know, Until you've tried to love a man who's lovin' whiskey, lovin' whiskey... My baby left me for the bottle and the lure of the nightlife, Good times and crazy women and another glass of Tangueray, But if wisdom says to let him go, then it's hell, because you just don't know, Until you've tried to love a man who's lovin' whiskey, lovin' whiskey Gaat over de relatie (of beter, de niet-relatie) die ik met mijn vader heb. I spy with my little and verrry evil eye..... |
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Tekst is alleen niet van Anouk, van wie wel weet ik alleen niet |
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mijnheer G. Oogle zegt Rory Block I spy with my little and verrry evil eye..... |
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 [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Orion op 16-12-2002 21:02] Mezelf tegen friet! en spotten en al ut andere kansloos gedoe weest wel !? |
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quote:Jep ja klopt! |
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"dat nummer is toch van Steppenwolf *week bijna wel zeker is geloof ik een soundtrack" Het is van de soundtrack van de film easy rider, de tekst is oorpsronkelijk van Dylan, maar op de soundtrack wordt ie gecoverd door Roger McGuinn, die ook the ballad of Easy Rider heeft gemaakt "Toen hij, in plaats van groenteman, besloot bakker te worden, waren de gevolgen niet te aubergine" |
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And my mama cried And my mama cried Nanook, a-no-no Nanook, a-no-no Don't be a naughty Eskimo Save your money, don't go to the show Well I turned around and I said "Oh, oh" Oh Well I turned around and I said "Oh, oh" Oh Well I turned around and I said "Ho, Ho" And the northern lights commenced to glow And she said, with a tear in her eye "Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" "Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" Frank Zappa dont eat the yellow snow... door schade en schande he?Dreamed I was an Eskimo Frozen wind began to blow Under my boots and around my toes The frost that bit the ground below It was a hundred degrees below zero... And my marlboro light |
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Sentenced - Home in despair Again the sky has fallen down on me. Once more a world has crumbled, down and over me. And yet in some twisted way, I enjoy my misery. And in some strange way, I have grown together with my agony. I feel home in despair for I dwell in grief and I feel home when the air's to thick to breath and I feel home anywhere human lives are going down the drain. For as long as I can remember life has been hard. I guess they have "misery" written somewhere in my stars. For I have mourned for so damn long, that I've forgotten what it was for. Everything has gone so wrong, that I really couldent think of anything more. I feel home in despair for I dwell in grief and I feel home when the air's to thick to breath and I feel home anywhere the light of day is drowned in heavy rain. ...yet I know the worst is still to come. I know it’s cold, but I will keep us warm with all the hate I radiate. We’ll be walking hand in hand in hell. |
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Ik zal de tekst van "The Rain Comes Falling Down" eens opzoeken. |
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your gathered here tonight to heed our metal cry obeying all our wills all others you defy a wall of sonic sound with amps turned up to ten our legions are advancing to battle once again fists are in the air. banging everywhere thrashing to the sound faces melting down it s time to fight for metal tonight bangers take your stand and obey our metal command we go from town to town and leave a trail of death and if you don't surrender you'll breathe you final breath there will be no survivors no prisoners of war join our ranks or perish we'll slice you to the core fists are in the air thrashing everywhere banging to the sound, faces melting down it s time to fight for metal tonight bangers take your stand and obey our metal command our legions show no mercy the final hour nears sonic blast deafening it's ripping through your ears there is no retribution for those who do not dare there's only execution your dead without a prayer Dit nummer kent iedereen neem ik aan ... Ik, Wil Schuurman |
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Asshole - Denis Leary (Spoken) Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know. (Sung) I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job. I'm your average white suburbanite slob. I like football and porno and books about war. I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor. My wife and my job, my kids and my car. My feet on my table...and a cuban cigar. But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested no way No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane, While people behind me are going insane. I'm an asshole I'm an asshole I use public toilets and I piss on the seat, I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?" I'm an asshole I'm an asshole Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces, While handicapped people make handicapped faces. I'm an asshole I'm an asshole Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong... NAAAAH! I'm an asshole I'm an asshole (Spoken) Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado Convertible, hot pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights... yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115 miles per hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, suckin' down quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers I'm gonna wipe my mouth on the American Flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why Two words: Nuclear fuckin' weapons, OK? Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want...they can have a big democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of difference, because we got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead, he's frozen! And as soon as we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million times, that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Casavetti and Lee Marvin and Sam Peckinpaw and a case of whisky and drive to Texas...(HEY, HEY HEY!> Why don't you shut up and sing the song, pal? (Sung) I'm an asshole I'm an asshole A S-S H-O L-E Everybody, A S-S H-O L-E Arf, Arf Arf, Arf Arf, Arf Arf Thoomph A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom Oooooooo (Spoken) I'm an asshole and I'm proud of it Oud Vuil. |
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quote: EXODUS!!! Oud Vuil. |
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denis leary is vet Trieste gast |
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quote: yep Oud Vuil. |
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he wim, dat nummer asshole WAT een teksten And my marlboro light |
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quote: http://www.lyricsxp.com/artist/d/denis_leary.html staan er nog wat. Oud Vuil. |
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quote: dit is gejat door Lebbis en Janssen... Lebbis & Jansen - Eikel Ja mensen, Dit is een lied over een gewone Hollandse jongen. Een jongen zoals jullie, een jongen zoals hij. Dit is een lied over een jongen met het rood, wit en blauwe bloed in zijn aderen, Tros compas op tafel en buren uit Ankara. Ik heb een hond, een Bouvier, die doet haast niemand kwaad, soms luistert 'ie niet, ach je weet hoe dat gaat. Ik riep: "hee wat kost het,, toen je vrouw naar me keek. En ik was me geregeld, soms 1 keer per week. Ik kijk graag naar vechtsport, het liefst in een kooi. En mijn dochter zien douchen, dat vind papa mooi. Ik denk niet aan later, ik leef in het nu. Ik lees de Penthouse en de Playboy en de nieuwe Revue. Maar soms is al dat moois niet genoeg voor een jongen als ik, nee nee, oh nee, ja ja dan ga ik op pad en vermaak me met andermans leed ja ja ja jaaaaaaaaaaa. Ik neem alle tijd bij de giromaat. Ik geniet van de rij die achter me staat. Ik ben een eikel, je bent een eikel, ja jaaa, ik ben een eikel. Mijn hond heeft geen riem, maar een touw met een lus. Ik heb het aan tafel over zweren met pus. Ik schop tegen auto's met een alarm en ik vraag in een hittegolf: "Heb jij het ook zo warm?,, Ik ben een eikel, je bent een eikel, ja ja, ik ben een eikel, het ergste soort eikel. Soms vraag ik me af, hebben ze gelijk, als ze zeggen: "Hee Dolf, je bent niet wat je lijkt, Je bent best OK als je iets verder kijkt.... NEEEEEEEEEE Ik ben een eikel, je bent een eikel. Ik ben een eikel. Kijk, ik heb op zich een redelijk normaal leven. Ik heb een auto en daarmee rij ik altijd 70 km per uur voor het milieu op de linker baan van de snelweg met een stikker achterop: "Ik rem soms voor dieren." En als ik de binnenstad van Amsterdam klem kom te zitten omdat er te veel verkeer is, daraai ik mijn raampje open, ik toeter, ik doe mijn alarmlichten uit en ik roep uit mijn raampje: "Opzij, opzij, ik moet er langs, ik heb een donornier, ik heb een donornier! En het leuke is, we hebben allemaal een donornier. Ik spaar mijn scheten op voor een volle bus, tram of lift en ik pis bij voorkeur naast de pot, of over de bril. Als het vrijdagavond is bel ik alle theaters in Amsterdam, bestel ik overal 4 kaartjes en blijf dan lekker thuis en kijk ik samen met mijn vrouw nar NET 5, waarmee ik tevens het aantal kijkers verdubbel. Ik heb een dochter van 2, als die vraagt: "Papa, waar is Neintje?,, dan zeg ik: "Neintje heeft kanker, Neintje gaat dood en Bert heeft aids van Ernie.,, Ik heb op zich een leuk leven, 1 keer in de week ga ik naar het concertgebouw om lekker lang uitgebreid te hoesten en op een mooie dag in de zomer gaat deze jongen naar de efteling, maar dan gaat ie niet alleen naar de efteling, maar dan gaat 'ie met een busje vol demente bejaarden naar de efteling, en dan zoeken wij de rij met de meeste kinderen en... Je bent een Eikel, ik ben een eikel, het eerste soort eikel, E-I-K-E-L, allemaal E-I-K-E-L Dit is het moment dat jullie mij op mijn plek kunnen zetten. 5 letters, 1 woord, E-I-K-E-L allemaal, E-I-K-E-L, allemaal E-I-K-E-L, E-I-K-E-L, E-I-K-E-L, E-I-K-E-L Ik ben een eikel, je bent een eikel, ja jaaa, ik ben een eikel, het eerste soort eikel. Ik ben een eikel................., en ik ben er nog trots op ook. [Dit bericht is gewijzigd door WickedKimmie op 16-02-2003 22:21] I spy with my little and verrry evil eye..... |
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