Kings of the Carnaval Creation, Architecture of a genocidal Nature.
(Dimmu-borgir-Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia).
Dit zijn bij mij 1 van de weinige nummers waarvan ik mezelf hierin terug herken aan de tekst.

Everon - Flesh
Here in this night in the darkest of hours.
I feel a cold wind that tells of a storm front drawing near.

It speaks of greed and of hunger, of envy and dread.
Tells of the anger and hate, that arose from the fear.

Who said life's easy?
Who said life's fair?
Who said good luck will be with those who dare, to follow their heart, and not follow their fear?
And if the good all die young then who are all those still here?

Take a look around you.
See what you've got.
You just see what you don't have.
And of that you still have a lot.

The sky is the limit.
The sky's not enough.
The tough keep going.
Not only when the going gets rough.

It seems we all don't worry much,
about what is happening left and right of us.
But even if I try my hardest not to care,
one question remains and I'd like to hear your answer...

Acting on target at robotic speed.
Recklessly feeding your robotic needs.
No minute wasted, emotions refused.
Your brain's exploited, your heart remains unused.

It seems we all...

Name your price.
How much is it to buy your loyalty?
I'll do so, if I can afford.

Name your price.
How much do you charge to show remorse?
To throw your indifference overboard.

Won't you once think just a little while about what you will leave behind when you decease.
Won't you once, just once be good for something? good for someone?
Good for yourself at least?

Here in this night, in the darkest of hours,
I feel a cold wind that tells of a storm front drawing near.
It speaks of greed and of hunger, of envy and dread.
Tells of the anger and hate, that arose from the fear.

Who said life's easy?
And who said life's fair?
Who said good luck will be with those who dare, to follow their heart not their fear?

And if it's hope that dies last, why do all us hopeless still live?

Brother kills sister, father kills son.
Religion kills reason, reason becomes undone.

The end always justifies the means.
Just running a program rooted deeply in our genes.

I have no faith in a God above.
But if I had then this would be my prayer:

Oh Seven Seas, raise all your waves.
And take this Flesh back home.

Waarom lijkt het toch altijd meer te lonen om egoistisch te zijn?


Give up the ghost - Crimescene
You're stabbing the backs
of the ones that are holding you up
And maybe it doesn't matter
but it just seems so clear to me
that they don't care that it hurts to breathe
They don't know and they can't see
that the songs you own make your heart beat
The breakdown, the stitches, broken lives
and no one knows what we're going through
There is a difference between
what you've earned and what you deserve
And as long as you are living well
Our sweat can drip straight to Hell

Prove me wrong
Prove you give a fuck
About the sound, about the words
Prove that we've crossed your mind
on some term besides numbers
There's no loyalty
There's no fucking ethics here

It's not the message that keeps you here

Over mensen waar je voor klaar staat als ze zich kloten voelen maar die je in de steek laten als ze zich weer goed voelen.


[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door XnegativeX op 15-11-2003 19:42]

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Op 3 november 2003 18:45 schreef XnegativeX het volgende:
Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million, say:
Difficult enough to feel a little bit
Disappointed, passed over.
When I've looked right through,
To see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me

Well I threw you the obvious,
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy.

Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see,
See through it all,
See through,
And see you.

So I threw you the obvious
Do you see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy

Well, oh well..

Apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all.

You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me at all

Over hoe je soms mensen tegen kunt komen die echt geweldig lijken te zijn. En als je dan wat beter kijkt blijken ze ook gewoon "menselijk" te zijn.

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Mooie tekst dat. Welk nummer van APC is dat ook al weer?

3 Libras

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Op 15 november 2003 19:58 schreef XnegativeX het volgende:
3 Libras

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Grazie. Zit ook mooie clip bij.

I remember it
In Dublin in a rainstorm
We're sitting in the long grass in summer
Keeping warm
I remember it
Every restless night
We were so young then we thought that everything we could possibly do was right
Then we move stolen from our very eyes
And I wondered where you went to
And tell me
When did the light die?
You will rise
You'll return
The Phoenix from the flame
And we'll learn and we'll rise
You'll return
Being what you are
There is no other Troy
For you to burn
And I never meant to hurt you
I swear I didn't mean those things I said
I never meant to do that to you
Next time I'll keep my hands to myself instead
Oh, and I should love you
What do you want to do?
Does she need you like I do?
Do you love her?
Is she good for you?
Does she hold you like I do?
Do you want me?
Should I leave?
I know you're always telling me that you love me
But just sometimes I wonder if I should believe
Oh, I love you
God, I love you
I'd kill a dragon for you
And die

But I will rise and I will return
The Phoenix from the flame
I have learned
I will rise
And you'll see me return
Being what I am
There is no other Troy
For me to burn

Well, you should have left the light on
You should have left the light on
Then I wouldn't have tried
You'd never have known
And I wouldn't have pulled you tighter
No, I wouldn't have pulled you close
I wouldn't have screamed
Now I can't let you go
If the door wasn't closed
No, I wouldn't have pulled you to me
And I wouldn't have kissed your face
You wouldn't have begged me to hold you
if we hadn't been there in the first place
But I know you wanted me to be there
Every look that you threw told me so
But you should have left the light on
You should have left the light on

And the flame burned away
But you're still spitting fire
Make no difference what you say
You're still a liar
You're still a liar
You're still a liar

(Sinead O'Connor - Troy)

she shines
in a world full of ugliness
she matters when everything is meaningless

fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away
sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
i can't watch her slip away

i won't let you fall apart

she reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
hoping someone can see
if i could fix myseld i'd-
but it's too late for me

i wont let you fall apart

we'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
i'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
...but they keep waiting
...and picking...

it's something i have to do
i was there, too
before everyhting else
i was like you


( Nine Inch Nails )

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Vinay op 19-11-2003 23:53]

ja, dies ook mooi nixie!

He lies awake and he wonders, why can't that be me
Cause in his life he is filled with all these good intentions
He's left a lot of things he'd rather not mention right now
But just before he says goodnight, he looks up with a little smile and he says

If I could be like that, I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do, what would I do

Now and dreams we run

I'm falling into this, in dreams we run away

Falling in
I feel I'm falling in, to this again

A Perfect Circle - Gravity

Lost again
Broken and weary
Unable to find my way
Tail in hand
Dizzy and clearly unable to
Just let this go

I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live

I fell again
Like a baby unable to stand on my own
Tail in hand
Dizzy and clearly unable to just this go
High and surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live, I choose to live, I choose to live

Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
Help me survive the bottom

Calm these hands before they
Snare another pill and
Drive another nail down another
Meaty hole please release me

I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live, I choose to live

Hey there, people, I'm
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp 'n' I'm
actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her

Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch
I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich

(get a good
get a good
get a good
get a good job)

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say "when"
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the American dream
But now I smell like Vaseline
An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch
Am I a boy or a lady...I don't know which

(I wonder wonder
wonder wonder)

So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doin' radio promo
An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo
Eventually me 'n' a friend
Sorta drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
'Long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God I am the American dream
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred!"
Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is
Watch me now, I'm goin down,
And my name is
Watch me now, I'm goin down, etc.

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Drie keer raden van wie dit is...zonder te GooGelen.

Sinds wanneer heet jij Bobby Brown?

Ik zie nu pas dat ik per ongeluk die naam in de eerste regel van de tekst heb weggelaten.

Oftewel...you win

Frank Zappa toch?

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Op 21 november 2003 18:43 schreef Chantalie het volgende:
Frank Zappa toch?

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Dat is het genie achter Titties 'n Beer
Live versie op Baby Snakes is

Nog een nummer van deze geniale humorist:

I want a nasty little Jewish princess
With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
A horny little
With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma
Lonely inside
Well, she can swallow my pride

I want a hairy little
With a brand new nose, who knows where it goes
I want a steamy little
With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums
I don't want no troll
I just want a Yemenite hole

I want a darling little
Who don't shit about cooking and is arrogant looking
A vicious little
To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snappin'
All up inside
I just want a Princess to ride
*Awright, back to the top...everybody twist*

I want a funky little
A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
A brazen little
With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits
She can even be poor
So long as she does it with four on the floor
(Vapor-lock)

I want a dainty little
With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters
A fragile little
With Roumanian thighs, who weasels 'n' lies
For two or three nights
Won't someone send me a Princess who bites
Won't someone send me a Princess who bites
Won't someone send me a Princess who bites
Won't someone send me a Princess who bites

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 SCARY 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)

(How 're you doin'?)

I noticed EVEN THE CRICKETS
Acted 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 I like so well,
'n' my GODDAM 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 swear 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 SON-OF-A-BITCH!"
('Cause I was MAD at him!)
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?
"Yeah! TITTIES 'N ALL!"
WELL WHAT ABOUT THE BEER THEN?
"Now, were the cans THIS tall?"
EVEN HER BOOTS?
"Would I LIE to you?"
SHIT, YOU MUSTA BEEN HUNGRY!
"Yeah, THIS is TRUE."
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,
Oh yeah?
'N I WANT MY BEER
Hah!
SO YOU JUST BARF IT BACK UP!
NOW, DEVIL, DO YOU HEAR?
Look:
"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
I LEARNED WRITIN' FOR!
GIMME THAT PAPER! BET YER HORNS I'LL SIGN!
BECAUSE I NEED A BEER, 'N IT'S TITTY-
SQUEEZIN' TIME!
"Man, you can't fool ME! You ain't THAT bad!
Oh yeah?
Why YOU SHOULDA SEEN some of the SOULS THAT I'VE HAD!
There was MILHOUS NIXON 'N AGNEW TOO!
'N both of those suckers was WORSE 'N YOU!"
LET'S MAKE A DEAL IF YOU THINK
THAT'S TRUE
I MEAN, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE DEVIL SO...WHATCHA
GONNA DO?
HEH?

Now hold on just a second...
You wanna make a deal with me hah?
Yeah!
Well ah, I don't know man, you know...
I just don't know about this...
What?
See, cause I...
Listen, you're...are you losing your nerve?
No man, it ain't got nothin' to do with nerve...
You're supposed to be the devil!
It's got to do...
You're supposed to be bad!
It's got to do with style, fool!
I don't know if you've the right style to get into hell,
you know...
Well, actually, to tell you...tell you the honest to God
truth,
I'm very short on style as a matter of fact...
Yeah, I know...that's...that's what makes me wonder
But I have...I, I think I have something that
you may be interested in...
What is that?
You can have my soul
It's a mean little sucker
'Bout a thousand years old
But once you gets it
You can't give it back
You gotta keep it forever
An' that's a natural fact!
Ooh wee!
Do you read me devil?
Oh yeah!
What? Am I supposed to be scared, man?
Oh yeah, Reety, aw-righty!
Oh yeah, that's real tough!
I bet you're real bad!
Listen fool, you've got to prove to me that you're rough
enough to get into hell
That you've got the style enough to get into hell
So start talkin'...
Alright, lemme tell ya somethin'
Alright!
I'll prove to you that I'm bad enough to go to hell
Yeah!
Because I have been through it!
Yeah!
I have seen it!
Yeah!
It has happened to me!
Yeah!
Remember, I was signed with Warner Brothers
for eight fuckin' years!!!
Tell me about it!
Now you're talkin' about something!
Now how bad is that?
That sounds good to me, motherfucker!
So move right along
Tell me what your interests are, you know...
if we're gonna come to some kind of agreement,
I've got to know what you're all about, you know...
'Cause I don't know if you're the right type for the...
for the place, you know
Look...lemme tell you what my problem really is, you see
OK...
My problem is that I don't belong anywhere
Aha...
You see... I don't even belong where you are, you see
I hope not!
I, I'm a simple person, you know
I have very small desires in life
Titties 'n beer, you know
No! What?
Titties 'n beer!
No! No man, you're joking...
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
What? No! No please... No! Not that! Oh no man, no!
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
No! No! No! No! No! Not titties 'n beer!
Oh I can't stand titties 'n beer!...
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
(I'm in you! I'm in you!)
Oh no! No! No! Wait...
Ah! Look at this! What am I gonna do with this thing?
...Wait, wait, please no!
Hey! Look at this!

"No! Don't sign it! Give me time to think!
...hold on a second, boy, 'cause...that's
MAGIC INK!"

Then THE DEVIL barfed
'N out jumped my girl
They heard the TITTIES PLOP-PLOPPIN'
All around the world, she said:

"I GOT THREE BEERS 'N A FIST FULLA DOWNS,
AN' I'M GONNA GET RIPPED, SO FUCK
YOU CLOWNS!"

Then she gave us THE FINGER!
(It was rigid 'n stiff)
That's when THE DEVIL, she FARTED
An' 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?

Alright!

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Op 19 november 2003 19:18 schreef Brujeria het volgende:
ja, dies ook mooi nixie!

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Ik vind hem eigenlijk helemaal niet zo mooi

I HATE YOU

Only one thing comes to mind
when I look into your eyes
I think of all the times,
all I did was despise you
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
A discomforting extreme,
when I think of all those times
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you

ISOLATION

too many
fucking people
I don't know why
but people make me angry
inner segregation

isolated
solitude
depressed reality
saves my sanity

happiness is a state of mind
sadness
fills all minds all the time
we are not alive

I wish I'd never see
another human again
keep my hostile thoughts to myself
I'd rather be alone

SHOOT ME

in my sleep
unsuspecting
put a gun to my head
I hate my pathetic life

DEPRESSION

life is a long lived torment
haunted by our useless existence
the world will still keep decaying
when we're all in our grave
depression

live is morbid hell
precious? I think not
who cares about the fellow man
your all just a bunch of fucking bastards

depression

THE DRONE

life's constant struggles
an uphill battle everyday
kill myself just to make ends meet
now I pray for change

the droning of everyday life
totally ruinning me

ongoing monotous confusion
despairs all that I can gasp
what will tomorrow bring?
don't even think that I'll last today

drone.....


If it's too slow, you're too happy.

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Voice Of Doom op 26-11-2003 2:30]

OK...ook nog even een wat positievere tekst van Grief dan...hoort hier niet thuis...maar toch

FLESHPRESS

millions upon millions
I can't even count
pointless human butchery
will it ever stop
men, women and children
a never ceasing flow of life
thrust into horrid death chambers
to satisfy the fuhrer's blight

administer the poison
the deadly zyklon b
the fucking nazi bastards laugh
while everone else screams
the bodies packed so tight
so tight you can't believe
roasting pits and mass graves
conceal this atrocity

six million dead - for nothing

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Voice Of Doom op 26-11-2003 2:37]

COMA

your mind is deadened
from all the shit
you pump into your veins
no you lie in a hospital bed
your life rendered insane

nothing left of your former self
nothing left but a vegetable

struggle to resurface
from this comatose state
your are beyond help
you will not rehabilitate

lost in the
debts of unconsciousness
you cannot come to terms
you are just a mere soul
beyound the point of no return

facial features are contorted
limbs mangled and deformed
drooling, pissing, shit yourself
a sight of horror and despair

family weep by your side
they pray and pray for you return
no one answers mournful prayers
and no one ever will

Manowar - Master of the wind.

Vooral deze passage:

Falling stars now light my way
My life was written on the wind
Clouds above, clouds below
High ascend the dreams within

When the wind fills the sky the clouds will move aside
And there will be the road to all our dreams
For any day that stings two better days it brings

Nothing is as bad as it seems
Close your eyes, look into the dream
Winds of change will winds of fortune bring

"Je vois la mort qui arrive
Mystérieuse mais attirante...
Je vois une souffrance éternelle
Telle une incision dans ce corps si pâle...

Ma vie était faite
D'agonies insoutenables...
La Solitude était
Ma seule perspective...

La lassitude, goût amer de déjà-vu,
Hantait mon esprit attristé...
Délaissé de vive joie...
Perdu dans un monde parallèle,
Je rêvais de m'engouffrer
Dans un abîme obscur...

C'est l'ombre de la mort
Qui donne du relief à la vie...
Or, c'est bel et bien la mort
Que je choisis ici...
Que je découvre ici bas
Au-delà de mes transes...

C'est l'ombre de la mort
Qui donne du relief à la vie...
Mais c'est pourtant bien la vie
Que je rejette amèrement,
Que j'abhorre ici bas...
Au-delà de toute souffrance..."

Sans relief et sans vie,
Telle une ombre d'espoir,
Une larme seule
Au milieu des flammes...

"Alors que le Sinistre décor agonisait
J'aimerais oublier que j'ai vécu..."