Izan
wzl-lid
Sinds 10/2/2004
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4/7/2008 -
15:42u
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Hallo,
Ik ben op zoek naar liedjes met veel tekst (die meestal ook lang zijn):
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* Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
* Daan - Housewife (Conversation)
Weet er iemand nog zo'n liedjes?
Alvast bedankt!
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SUCKER
wzl-lid
Sinds 16/5/2005
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4/7/2008 -
16:24u
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liedjes van sesamstraat? 
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thomasbaerten
wzl-lid
Sinds 13/6/2007
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4/7/2008 -
16:48u
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Chris Rock - There's no sex in the champagneroom
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Discard
wzl-lid
Sinds 29/5/2005
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5/7/2008 -
1:48u
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Godspeed You! Black Emperor
komen conversaties in voor . Check Blaise Bailey Finnegan III
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Humanatur
wzl-lid
Sinds 9/2/2005
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5/7/2008 -
11:38u
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Spinvis - Lotus Europa (!)
Radiohead - Fitter Happier (is wel maar 2 minuten ..)
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self esteem
wzl-lid
Sinds 10/12/2004
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5/7/2008 -
15:13u
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prinsesje van kommil foo
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bobski
wzl-lid
Sinds 14/3/2005
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6/7/2008 -
20:45u
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popular van nada surf
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Izan
wzl-lid
Sinds 10/2/2004
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7/7/2008 -
6:32u
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Allemaal bedankt tot nu toe!
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bobski
wzl-lid
Sinds 14/3/2005
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7/7/2008 -
11:59u
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Ian Brown - fear
Is wel een twijfelgeval
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Edz
wzl-lid
Sinds 27/3/2004
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7/7/2008 -
19:04u
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gill scott heron- the revolution will not be televised
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konifox
wzl-lid
Sinds 30/12/2004
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7/7/2008 -
22:08u
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godsmack met vampires
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Edz
wzl-lid
Sinds 27/3/2004
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7/7/2008 -
22:12u
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coldcut - mr nichols
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The Unforgiven
wzl-lid
Sinds 24/7/2004
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14/7/2008 -
11:58u
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Lazyboy - Underwear Goes Inside the Pants
Dust Brothers - this is your life (Fight Club)
Radiohead - Fitter Happier
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Tomakos
wzl-lid
Sinds 22/9/2005
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15/7/2008 -
13:26u
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meatloaf - paradise by the dashboardlight
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butler
[mod] Tetmaster
Sinds 6/4/2005
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15/7/2008 -
19:05u
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Grandmaster Flash: The Message
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Dont care
I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Blow
Crazy lady, livin in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her
Own
Chorus:
Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin under
My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, dallas at night
Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when Im not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike
At the station
Me on king kong standin on my back
Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!
Chorus:
My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school
Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a
Fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be
Cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing
Funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and
Honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy
After the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
Run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin on a
Seesaw
Chorus:
A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but hes frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say Im cool, Im no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youre unemployed, all null n void
Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and youre a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
Bron: © http://www.youtube.com/v/F6e9G-ump3Y
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butler
[mod] Tetmaster
Sinds 6/4/2005
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15/7/2008 -
19:08u
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Dire Straits: Industrial Disease
Warning lights are flashing down at quality control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
Theres rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
Theres a meeting in the boardroom theyre trying to trace the smell
Theres leaking in the washroom theres a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
goodness me could this be industrial disease?
The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
Theyre refusing to be pacified its him they blame the most
The watchdogs got rabies the foremans got fleas
And everyones concerned about industrial disease
Theres panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management some the employees
And everybody knows its the industrial disease
The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze
On itv and bbc they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over theres an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean industrial disease
Doctor parkinson declared Im not surprised to see you here
Youve got smokers cough from smoking, brewers droop from drinking beer
I dont know how you came to get the betty davis knees
But worst of all young man youve got industrial disease
He wrote me a prescription he said you are depressed
But Im glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of industrial disease
I go down to speakers corner Im thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Two men say theyre jesus one of them must be wrong
Theres a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying japanese
They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease
Theyre pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
They give you rule brittania, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in espana and sunday striptease
Meanwhile the first jesus says Id cure it soon
Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons
The other ones on a hunger strike hes dying by degrees
How come jesus gets industrial disease
Bron: © http://www.youtube.com/v/tlAPDQdHqCY&watch_response
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butler
[mod] Tetmaster
Sinds 6/4/2005
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15/7/2008 -
19:11u
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Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy - Television, The Drug Of The Nation
One Nation under God
has turned into
One Nation under the influence
of one drug
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V., I.T. satellite links
our United States of unconciousness
Apathetic therapeutic and extremely addictive
the methadone metronome pumping out
150 channels 24 hours a day
you can flip through all of them
and still there's nothing worth watching
T.V. is the reason why less than ten percent of our
Nation reads books daily
Why most people think Central America
means Kansas
Socialism means unamerican
and Apartheid is a new headache remedy
absorbed in it's world it's so hard to find us
It shapes our minds the most
maybe the mother of our Nation
should remind us
that we're sitting to close to. . .
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V. is
the stomping ground for political candidates
Where bears in the woods
are chased by Grecian Formula'd
bald eagles
T.V. is mechanized politic's
remote control over the masses
co-sponsered by environmentally safe gases
watch for the PBS special
It's the perpetuation of the two party system
where image takes precedence over wisdom
Where sound bite politics are served to
the fastfood culture
Where straight teeth in your mouth
are more important than the words
that come out of it
Race baiting is the way to get selected
Willie Horton or
Will he not get elected on . . .
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V. is it the reflector or the director?
Does it imitate us or do we imitate it
Because a child watches 1500 murders before he's
twelve years old and we wonder how we've created
a Jason generation that learns to laugh
rather than abhor the horror
T.V. is the place where
armchair generals and quarterbacks can
experience first hand
the excitement of video warfare
as the theme song is sung in the background
Sugar sweet sitcoms
that leave us with a bad actor taste while
pop stars metamorphosize into soda pop stars
You saw the video
You heard the soundtrack
Well now go buy the soft drink
Well, the only cola that I support
would be a union C.O.L.A. (Cost of Living Allownace)
On Television.
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
Back again, "New and Improved",
we return to our irregularly programmed schedule
hidden cleverly between heavy breasted
beer and car commericals
CNN ESPN ABC TNT but mostly B.S.
Where oxymoronic language like
"virtually spotless" "fresh frozen"
"light yet filling" and "military intelligence"
have become standard
T.V. is the place where phrases are redefined
like "recession" to "necessary downturn"
"crude oil" on a beach to "mousse"
"Civilian death" to "collateral damages"
and being killed by your own Army
is now called "friendly fire"
T.V. is the place where the pursuit
of happiness has become the pursuit of trivia
Where toothpaste and cars have become sex objects
Where imagination is sucked out of children
by a cathode ray nipple
T.V. is the only wet nurse
that would create a cripple
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
On Television . . .
Bron: © http://www.youtube.com/v/sgOWTM5R2DA
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Izan
wzl-lid
Sinds 10/2/2004
T:35 -
R:61
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15/7/2008 -
20:30u
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Thx iedereen!
Nog 1 vergeteb:
* Laurie Anderson - O Superman
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Mizz D
[mod] Spam King
Sinds 27/2/2004
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R:6166
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16/7/2008 -
18:45u
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Rosetta Stoned van Tool, potverdekke!
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The Unforgiven
wzl-lid
Sinds 24/7/2004
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R:275
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30/7/2008 -
15:04u
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Stone Sour - Omega
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bobski
wzl-lid
Sinds 14/3/2005
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R:299
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25/11/2008 -
21:40u
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Guttermouth - Lemon Water
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