Lyrics
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Maledictus I
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Genesis - The knife
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Richard zonder Linda
- Superstar
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Re: Lyrics
Genesis - the knife 
Ik was nog jong in de jaren 80, en ging voor de eerste maal naar de mediatheek te Diksmuide.
Ik was op dat moment redelijk fan van Phil Collins (ik heb deze zelf nog geplaybackt midden jaren 80) en nam een CD'tje mee van Genesis (ik had door 'Land of Confusion' pas vernomen dat den Phil daar zanger van was): Genesis Live.
Groot was mijn verwondering toen ik dat afspeelde
Maar vooral dit nummer, The Knife, kon ik toch wel pruimen. Uiteindelijk ben ik een grote fan geworden van de Genesis van Peter Gabriel.
Ik was nog jong in de jaren 80, en ging voor de eerste maal naar de mediatheek te Diksmuide.
Ik was op dat moment redelijk fan van Phil Collins (ik heb deze zelf nog geplaybackt midden jaren 80) en nam een CD'tje mee van Genesis (ik had door 'Land of Confusion' pas vernomen dat den Phil daar zanger van was): Genesis Live.
Groot was mijn verwondering toen ik dat afspeelde
Maar vooral dit nummer, The Knife, kon ik toch wel pruimen. Uiteindelijk ben ik een grote fan geworden van de Genesis van Peter Gabriel.
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Maledictus I
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Re: Lyrics
Er is onweerlegbaar een link met de vorige opgave:
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
Problems, problems, problems, problems
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to the priest at the confession
When he offered you the sacred bread
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
But he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened
You were walking with the dead
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know
But he's got problems
Problems, problems, problems, problems, problems, problems
Slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door
Pumping arteries ooze the problem through the gap that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analyst's questions
When you lay on his leather bed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
But he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane
You learned your lesson far to late from the links in a chemist chain
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked with father
Listen to the lies he fed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
Problems, problems, problems, problems
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to the priest at the confession
When he offered you the sacred bread
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
But he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened
You were walking with the dead
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know
But he's got problems
Problems, problems, problems, problems, problems, problems
Slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door
Pumping arteries ooze the problem through the gap that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analyst's questions
When you lay on his leather bed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
But he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane
You learned your lesson far to late from the links in a chemist chain
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked with father
Listen to the lies he fed
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Re: Lyrics
de titel staat er genoeg in 
"He knows you know" van Marillion
"He knows you know" van Marillion
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Maledictus I
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Re: Lyrics
Lars schreef:de titel staat er genoeg in
"He knows you know" van Marillion
De eerste dag had ik de titel weggelaten maar dat bleek te moeilijk dus heb ik het maar aangevuld.
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Re: Lyrics
Ik kom hier maar om de paar dagen kijken...
Dat prominente "problems" zou ook wel duidelijk genoeg geweest zijn, zonder de titel.
Uit welke song komt dit ?
No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government.
Always hopeful, yet discontent,
He knows changes aren't permanent,
But change is.
And what you say about his company
Is what you say about society.
Catch the witness, catch the wit,
Catch the spirit, catch the spit.
The world is, the world is,
Love and life are deep,
Maybe as his skies are wide.
Dat prominente "problems" zou ook wel duidelijk genoeg geweest zijn, zonder de titel.
Uit welke song komt dit ?
No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government.
Always hopeful, yet discontent,
He knows changes aren't permanent,
But change is.
And what you say about his company
Is what you say about society.
Catch the witness, catch the wit,
Catch the spirit, catch the spit.
The world is, the world is,
Love and life are deep,
Maybe as his skies are wide.
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Rush - Tom Sawyer 
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zit al 2 weken in de autoradio, en ik krijg er niet genoeg van
vrij recent dus
What's this about limits?
Sorry, I don't know none.
What's this about some DB limit?
Sorry, I can't hear none.
You can take a little cruise down the river of booze,
Act all poor and defeated.
Shout to the mountain some boo-hoo blues,
But I'll stand here and repeat it:
I'm an [titel]
Everybody hear me now.
I'm an [titel]
Everybody get the message?
If you're gonna do it,
Do it live on stage, or don't do it at all.
If you're gonna do it,
You better take it to the stage, or don't do it at all.
I will suffer no evil.
My guitar will guide me through.
I will suffer no evil,
And this time, I want to hear it from you.
I'm an [titel]
Everybody hear me now.
I'm an [titel]
Everybody get the message?
Break it down,
To brass tacks.
Break it down,
To just the facts.
I don't need your sticky laminate,
I don't need your VIP.
I don't need your validation,
'Cause I wear mine on my sleeve.
So don't look to me for answers,
'Cause I don't got-a-one.
I just came to have a good time.
And I'm gonna have one.
Yes, I've lost many battles,
And even more days.
But if I had to do it over,
I'd do it just the same.
'Cause I'm an [titel]
Everybody hear me now.
I'm an [titel]
Everybody get the message?
I'm an [titel]
Understand?
I'm an [titel]
Everybody get the message?
vrij recent dus
What's this about limits?
Sorry, I don't know none.
What's this about some DB limit?
Sorry, I can't hear none.
You can take a little cruise down the river of booze,
Act all poor and defeated.
Shout to the mountain some boo-hoo blues,
But I'll stand here and repeat it:
I'm an [titel]
Everybody hear me now.
I'm an [titel]
Everybody get the message?
If you're gonna do it,
Do it live on stage, or don't do it at all.
If you're gonna do it,
You better take it to the stage, or don't do it at all.
I will suffer no evil.
My guitar will guide me through.
I will suffer no evil,
And this time, I want to hear it from you.
I'm an [titel]
Everybody hear me now.
I'm an [titel]
Everybody get the message?
Break it down,
To brass tacks.
Break it down,
To just the facts.
I don't need your sticky laminate,
I don't need your VIP.
I don't need your validation,
'Cause I wear mine on my sleeve.
So don't look to me for answers,
'Cause I don't got-a-one.
I just came to have a good time.
And I'm gonna have one.
Yes, I've lost many battles,
And even more days.
But if I had to do it over,
I'd do it just the same.
'Cause I'm an [titel]
Everybody hear me now.
I'm an [titel]
Everybody get the message?
I'm an [titel]
Understand?
I'm an [titel]
Everybody get the message?
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dacht het al, te moeilijk
Clutch zochten we met Earth rocker
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYcbEidtK5c
keer aan iets anders denken
Clutch zochten we met Earth rocker
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYcbEidtK5c
keer aan iets anders denken
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voila nen anderen
iets makkelijker en toevallig gisteren nog op de autoradio,
uiteraard volume op 11
I feel nothin', said I don't feel nothin'
And I won't feel nothing at all
I found somethin', said I really found somethin'
And I won't take nothin' at all
Get me up, get me up, now I've suffered
My life has blown me away
I can't breathe, said I can't breathe nothin'
And I won't fuckin' breathe at all
I feel nothin', said I don't feel nothin'
And I won't feel nothing at all
Found somethin', said I really found somethin'
And I won't take nothin' at all
Get me up, get me up, I've suffered
My life has done me away
Can't breathe, said I can't breathe nothin'
And I can't fuckin' breathe at all
iets makkelijker en toevallig gisteren nog op de autoradio,
uiteraard volume op 11
I feel nothin', said I don't feel nothin'
And I won't feel nothing at all
I found somethin', said I really found somethin'
And I won't take nothin' at all
Get me up, get me up, now I've suffered
My life has blown me away
I can't breathe, said I can't breathe nothin'
And I won't fuckin' breathe at all
I feel nothin', said I don't feel nothin'
And I won't feel nothing at all
Found somethin', said I really found somethin'
And I won't take nothin' at all
Get me up, get me up, I've suffered
My life has done me away
Can't breathe, said I can't breathe nothin'
And I can't fuckin' breathe at all
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Hurricane van Kyuss, niemand ? very strange
de volgende dan maar zeker:
weetje, [titel]
echt ik kan je niet vergeten
ik denk te dikwijls aan de tijd
dat we door de velden reden
de gekke dingen die we deden
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
weetje, [titel]
zelfs na al die lange jaren
denk ik nog dikwijls aan de tijd
dat we de boel maar lieten draaien
omdat we stoned of dronken waren
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
ik zie je lopen langs de wegen
middenin een onweersbui
je rode haren in de regen
met je veel te grote trui
weetje, [titel]
nee ik kan je niet vergeten
ik denk te dikwijls aan de tijd
dat we door de bossen liepen
aan al de bossen waar we sliepen
ik wil je glimlach echt niet kwijt
ik zie je lopen langs de wegen
middenin een onweersbui
je rode haren in de regen
met je veel te grote trui
weetje,[titel]
ik begin je echt te missen
ik denk te dikwijls aan de tijd
dat we door de velden reden
al de dingen die we deden
hoe we samen honger leden
ook al is het lang geleden
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
de volgende dan maar zeker:
weetje, [titel]
echt ik kan je niet vergeten
ik denk te dikwijls aan de tijd
dat we door de velden reden
de gekke dingen die we deden
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
weetje, [titel]
zelfs na al die lange jaren
denk ik nog dikwijls aan de tijd
dat we de boel maar lieten draaien
omdat we stoned of dronken waren
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
ik zie je lopen langs de wegen
middenin een onweersbui
je rode haren in de regen
met je veel te grote trui
weetje, [titel]
nee ik kan je niet vergeten
ik denk te dikwijls aan de tijd
dat we door de bossen liepen
aan al de bossen waar we sliepen
ik wil je glimlach echt niet kwijt
ik zie je lopen langs de wegen
middenin een onweersbui
je rode haren in de regen
met je veel te grote trui
weetje,[titel]
ik begin je echt te missen
ik denk te dikwijls aan de tijd
dat we door de velden reden
al de dingen die we deden
hoe we samen honger leden
ook al is het lang geleden
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
ik kan je glimlach echt niet kwijt
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Bert De Coninck - Greetje
de volgende dan maar:
Bruises colors
reminding my fist of the spring
screaming to try to convince you
That you couldn’t sing
Well I know you don’t like it
But I know for sure you won’t tell
These two daddy charges
They sure are the hardest to sell
Tell me what did I do?
What makes me so clumsy
When I show my deep love for you
Is it brutal or oral
I’m shooting always the wrong dove
Well I know it doesn’t rhyme
Tied to my birthtown stove
Well I hate the things I do
Morning regrets by the one
Who forgets what he’s done
Mental attacks by the priest
With a stick church to run
You could call it expressive
But at least I ain’t using no gun
I thrive on the sound of a slowly torn
up dress
Tell me what did I do?
What makes me so clumsy
When I show my deep love for you
Is it brutal or oral
I’m shooting always the wrong dove
Well I know it doesn’t rhyme
Tied to my birthtown stove
Well I hate the things I do
de volgende dan maar:
Bruises colors
reminding my fist of the spring
screaming to try to convince you
That you couldn’t sing
Well I know you don’t like it
But I know for sure you won’t tell
These two daddy charges
They sure are the hardest to sell
Tell me what did I do?
What makes me so clumsy
When I show my deep love for you
Is it brutal or oral
I’m shooting always the wrong dove
Well I know it doesn’t rhyme
Tied to my birthtown stove
Well I hate the things I do
Morning regrets by the one
Who forgets what he’s done
Mental attacks by the priest
With a stick church to run
You could call it expressive
But at least I ain’t using no gun
I thrive on the sound of a slowly torn
up dress
Tell me what did I do?
What makes me so clumsy
When I show my deep love for you
Is it brutal or oral
I’m shooting always the wrong dove
Well I know it doesn’t rhyme
Tied to my birthtown stove
Well I hate the things I do
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wifebeater, één vd weinige daan composities die ik méér dan OK vind
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oef eindelijk iemand met een antwoord,Marc VA schreef:wifebeater, één vd weinige daan composities die ik méér dan OK vind
een juist dan nog wel
't amusement vanavond