Songteksten 2

[BookerT 0]

Bonnie Prince Billy-I see a darkness

Well, you're my friend, (that's what you told me)

And can you see (what's inside of me)

Many times we've been out drinking

And many times we've shared our thoughts

But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got

Well you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know

And you know I have a drive to live I won't let go

But could you see its opposition comes arising up sometimes

That its dreadful antiposition comes blacking in my mind

And then I see a darkness

And then I see a darkness

And then I see a darkness

And then I see a darkness

And did you know how much I love you

Is a hope that somehow you, you

Can save me from this darkness

Well I hope that someday buddy

We have peace in our lives

Together or apart

Alone or with our wives

And we can stop our whoring

And pull the smiles inside

And light it up forever

And never go to sleep

My best unbeaten brother

This isn't all I see

Oh no, I see a darkness

Oh no, I see a darkness

Oh no, I see a darkness

Oh no, I see a darkness

And did you know how much I love you

Is a hope that somehow you, you

Can save me from this darkness

Erg mooi, ik kan er wel iets mee.

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Eigenlijk een gedicht, van Slauerhoff.Mijn vader las het veel en toen ben ik me er ook maar eens in gaan verdiepen.

In Nederland

In Nederland wil ik niet leven,

Men moet er steeds zijn lusten reven,

Ter wille van de goede buren,

Die gretig door elk gaatje gluren.

'k Ga liever leven in de steppen,

Waar men geen last heeft van zijn naasten:

Om ‘t krijschen van mijn lust zal zich geen reiger reppen,

Geen vos zijn tred verhaasten.

In Nederland wil ik niet sterven,

En in de natte grond bederven

Waarop men nimmer heeft geleefd.

Dan blijf ik liever hunkrend zwerven

En kom terecht bij de nomaden.

Mijn landgenooten smaden mij: ,,Hij is mislukt."

Ja, dat ik hen niet meer kon schaden,

Heeft mij in vrijheid nog te vaak bedrukt.

In Nederland wil ik niet leven,

Men moet er altijd naar iets streven,

Om ‘t welzijn van zijn medemenschen denken.

In het geniep slechts mag men krenken,

Maar niet een facie ranslen dat het knalt,

Alleen omdat die trek mij niet bevalt.

Iemand mishandlen zonder reden

Getuigt van tuchtelooze zeden.

Ik wil niet in die smalle huizen wonen.

Die leelijkheid in steden en in dorpen

Bij duizendtallen heeft geworpen...

Daar loopen allen met een stijve boord

- Uit stijlgevoel niet, om te toonen

Dat men wel weet hoe het behoort -

Des Zondags om elkaar te groeten

De straten door in zwarte stoeten.

In Nederland wil ik niet blijven,

Ik zou dichtgroeien en verstijven.

Het gaat mij daar te kalm, te deftig,

Men spreekt er langzaam, wordt nooit heftig,

En danst nooit op het slappe koord.

Wel worden weerloozen gekweld,

Nooit wordt zoo'n plompe boerenkop gesneld,

En nooit, neen nooit gebeurt een mooie passiemoord.

[Credible 0]

Larry Norman - Be Careful What You Sign

I was walking down the road when I bumped into you

I was walking down the road when I bumped into you

you stopped me you touched me you looked me in the eye

I had a feeling that you knew me I decided you must die

I pulled out my Thornton special I shot you in the head

I threw you in the alley way and I left you for dead

then a man with a hat came up from behind

the sky went black and I thought I was blind

he put his hand inside my jacket and left a million dollar bills

he slipped his hand into my pocket and gave me women and thrills

and when I turned around to thank him there was no one there but me

and both my hands where filled with sand I was standing by the sea

we had a dinner at eight and women at nine

the party was great till we ran out of wine

there was a knock upon the bedroom door my knees began to shake

and this man came in and melted all the candles on my cake

he said I've come here to escort you it's time for you to go

I was running down the road

I was trying to leave

and I saw you all alone in between the thieves

and when the lightning flashed I saw somebody hanging from a tree

and as I turned to walk away I realized it was me

I pulled out my Thornton special I shot me in the head

I threw me in the alley way and left me for dead

down the road

down the road

[Mister_L 0]

Dit nummer hoorde ik vorige week op 3fm bij Eric Corton.

Precies hoe ik me voel.. zo toepasselijk momenteel

Zo mooi, qua tekst en melodie.

Elke keer als ik het nummer hoor zit ik weer met tranen in mn ogen.

Er zijn weinig liedjes die dat met me doen, maar dit is 1 van die weinige liedjes

Tim Christensen - Song for Shelly

One more rainy day

And I got to get away

'Cause I can't really stand the air I'm breathing

Feeling insecure, about someone I adore

And i don't get much sleep from al my thinking

Tell me Shelly, do you ever think of me?

Is it ever gonna be, like it used to

Tell me Shelly, are we ever gonna change?

Will I always feel this strange

Without you

One more night alone

And I feel like I'm stripped to the bone

'Cause I can't seem to find no one to talk to

Feeling insecure

About something that's for sure

No I don't get much done from al my dreaming

Tell me Shelly, do you ever dream of me?

Is it ever gonna be, like it used to

Tell me Shelly, are we ever gonna change?

Will I always feel this strange

I thought that i knew you, but maybe I don't

I thought I would lose you, but maybe I won't

Maybe I won't

Still I easily find that hard to believe

Tell me Shelly, do you ever dream of me?

Is it ever gonna be, like it used to

Tell me Shelly, are we ever gonna change?

Will I always feel this strange

Tell me Shelly

Will I always feel this strange

without you

One day someway

I will set my spirits free

Even though it's gonne be

without you

[Credible 0]

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,

and brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. Oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail

Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail,

Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came,

Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name. Oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys

Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.

One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more

And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,

Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.

Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave,

So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. Oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee

[Credible 0]

Bang Gang - The World Is Gray

You wake up in the night and you feel

Like everything around you is surreal

You cannot find the day, and let go

Of all the things that haunt you from within

Of all the things that make you feel so unreal

The world is gray

Your all alone

Maybe someone helps you home

The emptiness

That brings you down

Keeps you searching fro the ground

Your searching for the ground

You look up to the light

And you feel

How suddenly it's easier to breath

The echoes of the past

Fade away

Your happy to be living another day

Your happy that you live in another day

The sun keeps shining behind the clouds

And you wait till it burns them down

And you know that you'll find the right one

Your stuck with darkness until it breaks out

The sun keeps shining behind the clouds

And you wait till it burns them down

And you know that you'll find the right one

Your stuck with darkness until it breaks out

Until you break out

[Credible 0]

He's an unidentified flying object

you will see Him in the air

He's an unidentified flying object

you will drop your hands and stare

you will be afraid to tell your neighbors

they might think that it's not true

but when they open up the morning papers

they will know they've seen Him too

He will come back like He promised

with the price already paid

He will gather up His followers

and take them all away

He's an unidentified flying object

He will sweep down from the sky

He's an unidentified flying object

some will sleep but will not die

He's an unidentified flying object

coming back to take you home

He's an unidentifed flying object

He will role away your stone

and if there's life on other planets

then i'm sure that He must know

and He's been there once already

and has died to save their souls

He's an unidentified flying object

you will see Him in the air

He's an unidentified flying object

you will drop your hands and stare

He's an unidentified flying object

coming back to take you Home

He's an unidentifed flying object

He will role away your stone

[Mister_L 0]

But-nummer, maar wel een stukje met iets dat heel waar is (iig in mijn situatie):

Now every day ain't gon' be no picnic

Love ain't a walk in the park

All you can do is make the best of it now

Can't be afraid of the dark

[Arthurvd 0]

R.E.M. - "Living Well Is The Best Revenge"

It's only when your poison spins into the life you'd hoped to live

That suddenly you wake up in a shaking panic - wow!

You set me up like a lamb to slaughter

Garbo as a farmer's daughter

Unbelievable, the gospel according to who?

I lay right down.

All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils

Choking on the bones you toss to them

Well I'm not one to sit and spin

'Cause living well's the best revenge

Baby, I am calling you on that

Don't turn your talking points on me, history will set me free

The future's ours and you don't even read the footnote now!

So who's chasing you? Where did you go?

You disappeared mid-sentence

In a judgement crisis I see my anecdote for it

You weakened shell.

All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils

Choking on the bones you toss to them

Well I'm not one to sit and spin

'Cause living well's the best revenge

Baby, I am calling you on that

You savour your dying breath

Well, I forgive but I don't forget

You work it out, let's hear that argument again

Camera three... GO NOW!

All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils

Choking on the bones you toss to them

Well I'm not one to sit and spin

'Cause living well's the best revenge

Baby, I am calling you on that

Baby, I am calling you on that

Baby, I am calling you on ...

so true..

[Mister_L 0]

What Am I Suppose To Do When The Best Part Of Me Was Always You

What Am I Suppose To Say When I'm All Choked Up And Your Ok

I'm Falling To Pieces

I'm Falling To Pieces

They Say Bad Things Happen For A Reason

But Not Wise Words Gonna Stop The Bleeding

Cos She's Moved On While I'm Still Grieving

Cos When A Heart Breaks No It Don't Breakeven

What Am I Suppose To Do When The Best Part Of Me Was Always You

What Am I Suppose To Say When I'm All Choked Up And Your Ok

I'm Falling To Pieces

I'm Falling To Pieces

(one Still In Love While The Other Ones Leaving

Cos When A Heart Breaks No It Don't Breakeven)

[Credible 0]

Jesus was way cool

Everybody liked Jesus

Everybody wanted to hang out with him

Anything he wanted to do, he did

He turned water into wine

And if he wanted to

He could have turned wheat into marijuana

Or sugar into cocaine

Or vitamin pills into amphetamines

He walked on the water

And swam on the land

He would tell these stories

And people would listen

He was really cool

If you were blind or lame

You just went to Jesus

And he would put his hands on you

And you would be healed

That's so cool

He could've played guitar better than Hendrix

He could've told the future

He could've baked the most delicious cake in the world

He could've scored more goals than Wayne Gretzky

He could've danced better than Barishnikov

Jesus could have been funnier than any comedian you can think of

Jesus was way cool

He told people to eat his body and drink his blood

That's so cool

Jesus was so cool

But then some people got jealous of how cool he was

So they killed him

But then he rose from the dead

He rose from the dead, danced around

Then went up to heaven

I mean, that's so cool

Jesus was way cool

No wonder there are so many Christians

(King Missile)

[Mr. Emilio 0]

Ik vind "Dochters" van Marco Borsato erg mooi. Het doet me denken aan "Butterfly kisses" van Bob Carlisle

Dochters - Maroc Borsato

Kwart over zeven op zondagmorgen

Hoor ik een stem die heel zachtjes aan me vraagt

Ben je al wakker pap?

Kom je gezellig mee naar beneden?

Moet je straks werken of ben je vrij vandaag?

En ga je dan even met mij op stap?

Ooooh wat gaat de tijd toch snel

Gisteren nog zag ik haar voor het eerst

Lag ze hier in m'n armen

Wat is ze mooi

En wat staat de tijd haar goed

Ik knipper m'n ogen en zie hoe ze steeds

Weer een beetje veranderd is

Maar hoe groot ze ook mag zijn

In mijn ogen blijft ze altijd klein

Kwart over zeven op zondagmorgen

Hoor ik de voordeur heel zachtjes open gaan

En val ik gerust in slaap

Ze is thuis

Ik was haar veel liever op gaan halen

Maar ze had me gevraagd of ik er niet wilde gaan staan

Ze vind nu inmiddels haar weg naar huis

En oooh wat gaat de tijd toch snel

Gisteren nog zag ik haar voor het eerst

Lag ze hier in m'n armen

Wat is ze mooi

Wat staat de tijd haar goed

Ik knipper m'n ogen en zie hoe ze steeds

Weer een beetje veranderd is

Maar hoe groot ze ook mag zijn

In mij ogen blijft ze altijd klein

En soms...

Wanneer ik m'n ogen sluit

Lopen we samen op het strand

Haar handje in de mijne

En dan...

Zet ze de tijd even stil

Is het weer even net als toen

En heeft ze mij weer nodig

Ik hou haar vast

Zoals ze was

Ik hou haar vast

Kwart over zeven op zondagmorgen

Hoort ze mijn stem die haar zachtjes wakker maakt

Vandaag is je grote dag

Wat is ze mooi

En wat staat de tijd haar goed

Ik knipper m'n ogen en zie hoe haar hart

Nu voorgoed van een ander is

Maar waar ze ook mag zijn

In gedachte is ze hier bij mij

In mijn ogen blijft ze altijd klein

Butterfly Kisses

There's two things I know for sure

She was sent here from heaven

And she's daddy's little girl

As I drop to my knees by her bed at night

She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes

And I thank God for all of the joy in my life

Oh but most of all

For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer

Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair

Walk beside the pony daddy it's my first ride

I know the cake looks funny daddy but I sure tried

Oh with all that I've done wrong

I must have done something right

To deserve a hug every mornin'

And butterfly kisses at night

Sweet 16 today

She's lookin' like her mama a little more every day

One part woman the other part girl

To perfume and make up from ribbons and curls

Trying her wings out in a great big world

But I remember

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer

Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair

You know how much I love you daddy

But if you don't mind

I'm only gonna kiss you on the check this time

Oh with all that I've done wrong

I must have done something right

To deserve her love every mornin'

And butterfly kisses at night

All the precious time

Like the wind the years go by

Precious butterfly

Spread your wings and fly

She'll change her name today

She'll make a promise and I'll give her aways

Standing in the bride room just staring at her

She asked me what I'm thinkin'

And I said I'm not sure

I just feel like I'm loosin' my baby girl

And she leaned over

Gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there

Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair

Walk me down the isle daddy

It's just about time

Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?

Daddy's don't cry

Oh with all that I've done wrong

I must have done something right

To deserve her love every mornin'

And butterfly kisses

I couldn't ask God for more than this is what love is

I know I've got to let her go but I'll always remember

Every hug in the mornin' and butterfly kisses

[WonderfulStar 0]

Grappig, tijdens onze bruiloft bracht mijn vader mij binnen tijdens butterfly kisses. Later heeft mijn ma op haar hyves een fotopresentatie gemaakt met dochters op de achtergrond.

[Mr. Emilio 0]

@WS: Ik moet dan ook altijd huilen bij deze liedjes. Ik ben eerlijk gezegd erg jaloers op je. Ik had graag samen met mijn vader voor in de kerk staan wachten op mijn vrouw die door haar vader de kerk binnen werd gebracht, maar zowel mijn vader als mijn schoonvader zijn bijna 9 jaar geleden overleden.

[Jyoti 0]

Ik snap het, ik moet er ook bij huilen.

[WonderfulStar 0]

Sorry, jij post iets wat heel gevoelig ligt en dan ga ik vrolijke praatjes houden.

[Jyoti 0]

Kon jij ook niet weten he meid.

[WonderfulStar 0]

Ik had vooral bij Emilio kunnen weten dat het erg gevoelig lag. En daar had ik zo snel niet aan gedacht. Dat vond ik eigenlijk best wel stom.

Maargoed...

[Jalikaatje 1]

Krijg ook altijd emotionele buien van papa-liedjes (heb daar weer mijn eigen ingewikkelde verhaal achter zitten). Die butterfly kisses kende ik nog niet, hij is erg mooi

[Mescensor 0]

Sympathy - Perfection In Death

Serene ecstasy

The most beautiful is most terrible

Euphoric reverie

Isomorphic with brutality enraptured in horror

Grasped by the profound

Death cult

Where beauty is terror and terror is sublime

Each nail a blissful stupor

Each thorn the deepest delight

Each wound bleeds of pleasure

Each insult evokes ecstasy

An inversion of values

The most treasured, the most revered

Becomes the archetype of beauty

And all others pale by compare

The moribund tempts with sweet elixir

And death becomes both pleasure and pain

I am enraptured in gory allure

I am become a lover of pain

Oh let me taste again of the flesh of God

Oh let me run my hands along crimson scars

Oh let me see again the thorns buried deep

Oh let me hear again the gasping shallow breath

Come and taste flesh from the dying God

Come and feel the flowing crimson scars

Come and see the embedded thorny crown

Come and listen to breath that whispers sweet

Serene ecstasy

The most beautiful is most terrible

Euphoric reverie

Isomorphic with brutality enraptured in horror

Grasped by the profound

Death cult

Where beauty is terror and terror is sublime

An inversion of values

The most treasured, the most revered

Becomes the archetype of beauty

And all others pale by compare

I am enraptured in gory allure

I am enthralled with the disfigured

I am become a lover of pain

Perfect beauty the death of God

[Mr. Emilio 0]

Quote:

Op vrijdag 02 juli 2010 16:56:56 schreef WonderfulStar het volgende: Ik had vooral bij Emilio kunnen weten dat het erg gevoelig lag. En daar had ik zo snel niet aan gedacht. Dat vond ik eigenlijk best wel stom. Maargoed...

ik neem het je ook niet kwalijk. niemand hoeft altijd persé rekening te houden met wat ik heb meegemaakt. De liedjes zijn gewoon nogal heftig nu ik vorig jaar getrouwd ben, dit jaar vader ga worden en het zondag 11 juli al weer 9 jaar geleden is dat mijn vader overleed.

[Jyoti 0]

Sterkte. Hier was het half juni 9 jaar geleden. Ondanks het groeiend aantal jaren blijft die "verjaardag" een moeilijk moment.

[*nath* 0]

Anberlin - Miserabile Visu(Ex Malo Bonum)

A red priest broke into our classroom

Caught us children by attention

Listen closely to the words I speak

Lord knows if we’ll ever again meet

Spoke such words never spoken before

On the way he declared the war

Miracles like you've never seen

From a man who was raised up in the sea

A man is coming in thirteen one

To charm the daughters and the sons

Scared for our lives I turned to your hands

Hold this tight while we run if we still can

What disasters may come whatever it may be

At the end of the age it will land you and me

What tragedy may bring whatever may fall

The end of the world you'll still belong

Before the red priest took his last breath

He told me child now don’t forget

The sun will turn dark very soon

Your days are numbered when there's blood on the moon

The earth will shake and the sky will fall

The eyes will open of those enthralled

Don’t take the sign, but you’ll be killed

By the man from seven hills

A man is coming in thirteen one

To charm the daughters and the sons

Scared for our lives I turned to your hands

Hold this tight while we run if we still can

What disasters may come whatever it may be

At the end of the age it will land you and me

What tragedy may bring whatever may fall

The end of the world you'll still belong

Look children to the eastern sky

When you hear the voice say your last goodbyes

Look there to the eastern skies

When the ghosts take hold of the men who’ve died

Look children to the eastern sky

When your fathers weep and your mothers cry

Look children to the eastern sky

Disasters may come whatever it may be

At the end of the age it will land you and me

What tragedy may bring whatever may fall

The end of the world you'll still belong

Look children to the eastern sky

When you hear the voice say your last goodbyes

Look there to the eastern skies

When the ghosts take hold of the men who’ve died

Look children to the eastern sky

When your fathers weep and your mothers cry

Look children to the eastern sky

[Credible 0]

Selah Sue - Explanations

I'm not feeling so well lately

lying to myself just wait and see

Time of the month so go and blame it all on that

But when we glitter surprise, surprise

nothing to detect in my eyes

no reason why I feel so **** depressed

So, Shrink tell me what's going on

I hate myself so bad just can't hold on

the feeling that I'm locked inside myself

Yeah, but Sally girl come on

don't be sad, yeah, just be strong

don't see black or white but see things more in grey

yeah, yeah

But I need explanations and some fitting solutions 'cause

I am turning in a stranger more and more, yeah

I need explanations and some fitting solutions 'cause

my emotions make me feel so insecure

Yeah, I'm not being myself lately

so I tried to act more naturally

but that story wasn't planned for me

And in stead of that I get more upset

bad thoughts are spinning in my head

don't say: 'Blame it all on puberty!'

yeah, yeah

But I need explanations and some fitting solutions 'cause

I am turning in a stranger more and more, yeah

I need explanations and some fitting solutions 'cause

my emotions make me feel so insecure

But don't fake it, embrace it

'cause it's just the way you are

just wait, meditate and in the end

you'll bring it far yeah, oh, oh

But I need explanations and some fitting solutions 'cause

I am turning in a stranger more and more, yeah

I need explanations and some fitting solutions 'cause

my emotions make me feel so insecure

[Morphogenesis 4]

Admod note: Rudibu, kan je een beetje op de tekst keuze letten?

[Credible 0]

Drommels! Die had ik over het hoofd gezien