ach, meestal is het gevoel wat je krjgt bij muziek belangrijker dan de tekst.

Jongens... (en meisjes)...

Niet sentimenteel worden...

Vind deze zin uit 'Spider's Web' van Katie Melua wel sterk:

"The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind."

Hoe kan men nou bepalen wat de beste songtekst ooit is? Da's toch smaakgebonden en dus is er nooit en te nimmer 1 die als beste aangewezen kan worden

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Op 18 juli 2007 17:44 schreef Hub de Gallier het volgende:
Hoe kan men nou bepalen wat de beste songtekst ooit is? Da's toch smaakgebonden en dus is er nooit en te nimmer 1 die als beste aangewezen kan worden

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O.

[The Grudge]
Wear your grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip it to the lonesome end.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum prison cell.
Saturn ascends, choose one or ten. Hang on or be humbled agaiiiiin.
I'm born againnnn....

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage dooooone.

Wear your grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what you will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Wear the grudge like a crown.
Desperate to control.
Unable to forgive. And sinking deeper.

Defining, confining, sinking deeper.
Controlling, defining, and we're sinking deeper.

Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.
Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child
or drags you down like a stone to
Consume you till you choose tooooooo, let this goooooooo.
Choose tooooooo, let this gooooooo.

Give away the stone. Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated anchor.
Give away the stone. Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.

Let gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Mortiis?

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Op 18 juli 2007 17:54 schreef Dentz het volgende:
Mortiis?

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TOOL

Ah.

Mortiis.

The Grudge

Trying to think of you as come kind of heroine.
Trying to think of you as somethin' that will fade with time.
Trying to think of you as some kind of distant sin.
Trying to think of you as yesterday's forgotten dream.

Things that you said, and the things that you never did.
Things that you did, and the things that you never said.
Left me empty and alone, kinda tryin' to atone.
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real.

You must be an emotional heretic.
Your word has become like shit on a stick.
No matter how hard I tried.
Someone close to me lied, now I carry the grudge.

Things that you said, and the things that you never did.
Things that you did, and the things that you never said.
Left me empty and alone, kinda tryin' to atone.
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real.

How could someone be so elusive?
How could someone be so fuckin' passive?
Even if I walk through all the circles of hell for you
You wouldn't even piss on me.
But it's too late, it's too late my dear.
Because I'm already there!

You've become an emotional heretic.
Your word was always shit on a stick.
No matter how hard I tried.
You fucking had to lie.
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!

How can someone be so elusive?
How can someone be so fuckin' passive?
Even if I walk through all the circles of hell for you.
You wouldn't even piss on me.
But it's too late, it's too late my dear.
Because I'm already there!


[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Dentz op 18-07-2007 17:58]

My Hands, Your Neck
By Mucky Pup

[Lyrics & Music: C. Milnes]

I want to wrap my hands around your neck,
squeeze, squeeze, squeeze until you're dead,
I'd like to see your eyes bulge out of your head.
I want to see your face turn a bloody red.

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Op 18 juli 2007 17:58 schreef Zenial het volgende:
My Hands, Your Neck
By Mucky Pup

[Lyrics & Music: C. Milnes]

I want to wrap my hands around your neck,
squeeze, squeeze, squeeze until you're dead,
I'd like to see your eyes bulge out of your head.
I want to see your face turn a bloody red.

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Death by cholesteroil

Death by cholesteroil

Eggs, bacon, Crisco, butter, these will make your heart stutter.

Eggs, bacon, Crisco, butter, these will make your heart stutter.



Just another noise song, to fill up space.

Cause we're not creative enough to write real songs.



I'm John's heart. And if you don't stop soon, I'm gonna die.

m just a man, Dan's got a future,
with a fast picking hand,
but my brother,
my brother, like my mother,
they're living back,
in the dead head fad,
well don't be sad,
they may be upgly,
but they're not that bad,
their only faulter is that they hate water,
and water is something you gotta have,
hippies hate water,
one day I found,
myself driving, myself around,
and the I saw 'em,
like a herd sheep callin',
"Gimme a ride to the Dead show man",
well don't be sad,
they may be smelly,
but they're not that bad,
their only faulter is that they hate water,
and water is something you gotta have,
hippies hate water

Ook Mucky Pup

NOFX..

My vagina has two sets of lips, but I don’t got monthly blood drips
My vagina hardly even used
My vagina got lot’s of extra skin, they took my outtie and made it an in
Turning donnie into Marie Osmand

Operation successful, but now I gotta pee threw a miniature hole
Gotta remember to put the seat down and when I wipe my ass
I go from front to back Cause I don’t want to get a bladder infection

I never thought I’d miss my vas deferance
I trade it in for a par of huge cans
Now I get to hang with lesbians

Operation paid up front
Now I show all my friend my new designer cunt
They think I’m kinda weird but that’s ok with me
Cause now I kick their ass playing from the ladies tee
There’s nothing finer than having a vagina

Pig Destroyer

Jennifer

Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground
infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the
girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their
bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure
like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to
shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A
crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two
girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of
pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or
shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one
dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long
ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a
curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea
that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby
tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography"
exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat,
vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like
a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his
mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the
front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful,
this is art."

NOFX - Anarchy Camp

got an invitation to anarchy camp
there will be twistin', fistin', biting, fighting all in an evening
the soundtrack will go multi platinum
barbecue a boca while the effigies burn
you may not wanna stay to see how we take care of a turncoat
Christina's kinda far away so come a long with me
we can dance and trip and be anarchists
we gotta get the manual and put it in the oven 'til it cooks
then we're gonna take the ashes to the wassail
and use them to spike the punch

rules of anarchy camp: reckless abandonment, random acts of dumbness will be rewarded
if you see somebody taking charge, you'll be expected to beat them
cuz everyone who's no one, will be participating
no one who is someone, will ever get to know the joys of anarchism, destruction of the system

so come along with us salad days and nights on the anarchaic bus
we're gonna pick up indigents and crusties and a half a dozen nuts
and we're never coming home

underwater basket-weaving (we got some arts and crafts)
meth-amphetamine symposiums (they last a couple days)
african killer spelling bees (you better get it right)
bowling in ice hockey rinks (of course checking is allowed)
anarchy camp's never inert (you think we dont know that it's)
not much fun 'til someone gets hurt (our only motto)
so we're greasing up the rusty vert ramp
time to make some reservations for next years

in silence enshrined...

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Op 18 juli 2007 17:50 schreef Smoochy het volgende:
[The Grudge]...

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maar m'n favoriet blijft toch wel Lateralus zelf, helemaal in combinatie met de muziek...

...
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going, going...



verder zijn Immolation - Father, You're Not a Father en Emperor - With Strength I Burn ook briljant

Upon these seas,
wherein I drowned so many times,
I scatter the ashes of destiny.
Still my flames are in hunger.
With fire in my heart
shall I greet the shores ahead.
Though, I know not what will burn.