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Yay Yay
wzl-lid
Sinds 27/5/2006
T:4 -
R:208
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13/8/2006 -
14:38u
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Common - I Used to Love H.E.R.
Vers 1:
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her
Vers 2:
Now periodically I would see
ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick
DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung
Vers 3:
I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you well he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop
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Kieneuh
wzl-lid
Sinds 3/12/2004
T:10 -
R:3947
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13/8/2006 -
18:37u
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't Hof Van Commerce - Zonder Niet
beh jow vint,'t of van commerce, sjûkloatje.
Wederom ne machtigen nummero ip oezne CD
"en in izzegem", vintje toch...
Zonder moeite, zonder slag,
zonder stwôt, zonder effort,
zonder geld, zonder liefde,
zonder genegenheid, zonder chanse,
zonder compassie, zonder bladjes,
zonder toebak, zonder weed,
zonder niet, zonder niet, zonder nie-ie-ie-ie-iet
'k zitt'ip 't dak van de wèreld en 'k kieke noa beneent,
'k volle d'rof, recht ip myn mûle,
'k springe rechte, 't doe gin zjir, of toch niet mjir,
dan ne marble teegn joene kop,
ofgedropt van ip 100 mèters wôgte,
de dwôgte in myn kele, volt best da te verelpne,
de skelpne van sportmann'n zyn ol gin avanse,
teegn myn offensief, ge grakt'er mô vanof me chance.
't e nie omda'j chanc'èt daj 't verre goa bringn,
'k kanne zingn lik bûstik en bradworst,
Dommestiek verlossn van de dagelikse dingn die u bezig ôudn
tut verveelns toe.
't è genoeg gewist,
myn lyk wèrd'ipgevist ût de voart,
myn zwoart versloat veel antagonistn,
't kan nie missn, da'n ol d'MC's van België,
benauwd zyn van ik,
MC Pistolee in een vroeger incarnoatie,
in een vwôrig leevn,
't e woa, 'k è ier nog gewist,
onder nen andern noame,
'k è ier nog gewist,
'k kanne nie zeggn da 'k mie skoame,
voe de maniere woarip da kik oll'obstakels executere,
'k passere, an de revue van d'MC's
die d'annaaln van de geskiedenisse goan ingoan,
'k lwôpe verloan, è'j mie verstoan ?
Of moe'k mynzelvn nog ne kjir eraaln ?
Of moe'k der nog nen boas van de hiphop bie aaln ?
Zonder moeite, zonder slag,
zonder stwôt, zonder effort,
zonder geld, zonder liefde,
zonder genegenheid, zonder chanse,
zonder compassie, zonder bladjes,
zonder toebak, zonder weed,
zonder niet, zonder niet, zonder nie-ie-ie-ie-iet
weh, ik weete de legende van de goe MC's,
dus kom môr ol een bitje dichtre,
ik ben de stichtre van de nieuwe loge,
't perkament zit in de zwarte koffer,
'k ben een minselyk offer,
ik ben de ridder van de gloazne salongtafel
en myn prinsesse bakt ne wafel.
Ôk gedoan è me zwemmn in de vyver van 't kastjil,
d'interpretoatie van een ongezien taferjil,
ip myne grond, ip myn percjil, wèr'ter gefjist,
we drinkn en we smwôrn en we eetn om ter mjist.
En achternoa springe'k ip myn pèrd,
'k doe myn langkoar nwoi nie in ne stèrt.
'k zwèr'et en 'k èr'et oe'j mie bedient lik god in Vrankriek.
Kiek mô nô Dommestiek oet ie
me zyn lanse ol zyn teegnstanders versloat,
mô 't e doarover nie da 't goat.
Ik ben Flyp Cauw'lier, noem mie nwoi gin skytpapier.
Ge ziet da toch van ier, 'k transformeer'in ne vampier.
En 'k byt'in joene nekke,
en ôut een bitje zjir'toet zyn 't u spiern da 'k verekke
en u bloed da 'k oflekke.
'k vliege were weg noa de grotte in 't kastjil:
ik ben nû voldoan en gie zy'nie mji gjil.
'k ange me myn wôft onderstebovn ant plafong.
'k voll'ôzwô in sloape en da zonder pardong
Zonder moeite, zonder slag,
zonder stwôt, zonder effort,
zonder geld, zonder liefde,
zonder genegenheid, zonder chanse,
zonder compassie, zonder bladjes,
zonder toebak, zonder weed,
zonder niet, zonder niet, zonder nie-ie-ie-ie-iet
Aha, dikkers da 'k ik drwôme,
'k zitte 'k ik in bedde, ge kent da wel,
'k wille wel mô 'k kanne niet.
In myn drwômm ben 'k lwôm mô 't es een feit
da 'j in de realiteit nie moe noaspreekn
voazn me jolijt 'k rie me pèrd en karre deur den bus,
't es ol loate mô 'k ben der wel gerust in.
'k ben gin kwoad verwachtende,
'k zie een poar overnachtende spinn'n,
't onheil kan beginn'n, de grond goat oopn,
't kom ne zômbe ût, 'k pakke myne zak,
myn ninja stokkn d'rût, en in ne flût e de zombie nog dwôder,
myn ego were grwôdre.
't es een twod te zeggne me diene stoefer van Cauw'liers
en mô weetn me vampiers.
Ik è actie nwôdig lik brwôt of 'k goa dwôd onder de grond,
'k droaie rond, ô'k te vele g'inhaleerd è van myn sigarre,
'k verwarre de goegelwôvige massa
ô'k an de kassa van de winkle toekomme,
godverdomme, 'k begunne te rapp'n,
ge moe ze zien kiek'n lik nen ont ip 'n zieke koe
'k kieke een bitje toe oe vanachter de zjaloezie
de mins'n of te loern mô ze zien mie nie stoan.
En toch ben 'k ier aanwezig, begun mie mô te vreezne.
't es ier niemand veilig,
keun'j de woarskuwinge nie leezn ip 't bordje vwô myn deure
ô'k den ôto wegsteure noa d'n bwôrd van d'n afgrond.
Dommestiek is ongezond.
Zonder moeite, zonder slag,
zonder stwôt, zonder effort,
zonder geld, zonder liefde,
zonder genegenheid, zonder chanse,
zonder compassie, zonder bladjes,
zonder toebak, zonder weed,
zonder niet, zonder niet, zonder nie-ie-ie-ie-iet
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LP89
wzl-lid
Sinds 19/1/2005
T:5 -
R:331
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13/8/2006 -
19:41u
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't Hof Van Commerce - Allo Concurrentie
Jo ei, de stiel é bevoln mo ti nie de macarena
De stier van kowliers komn ier binn in den arena
Kstampe zo geern tegn één of ander skena
Dikke verhaln me verbale maizena
Kben altijd greed voor één of ander slim’redenatie
Wan volgens mien bestoat er wel degelijk e relatie,
Tussen ’t hof van commerce en der achter stoand’ovatie
Geern gezien deur al de vrouwen van praktisch iedr natie
Gon we were beginn met ol die correcte zinn
Rechte lien gok mezelf definieren langs binn
Stode welgezinder da we were bezinnen
En ondervinden da we nie correspondern met al die vlomse gezin’
Vor us te bindn é we strategische supplementen
Ik corporere me clientn versto jol m’n argumentn ?
Kweetn tis gin evidenten mo tstot in procenten
Whisdom komt in momenten tis gin recenten en overal gekend
Ké je dikke moeder were gezien
Ik an da nievers verdiend
Twa nie schone wan eur billn angen over eur knieen
Zi geweunweg nog veel lelijker dan vroeger
Ze rolde peerdedroenke dor ut één of ander kroege
Ze zwitte , ze stoenk , zad ip eur eigen gespogen
En volgens dak oorde zeggen a z’u voader bedrogen
En ti nie vo de gritten mo zi te dikke vo woarden
Gemakt in de quick en in de friture geboorn
Allo concurrentie, tis vo te zeggen dat j`te zindlik spikt
Mo da we nog bestoan
En zonder pretentie, tis topen da je der nie gerust in zit
Wan wén nog nie gedoan
Allo concurrentie, tis vo te zeggen dat j`te zindlik spikt
Mo da we nog bestoan
En zonder pretentie, tis topen da je der nie gerust in zit
Wan wén nog nie gedoan
Wuk é da toch, boerebedrog
Joene playbackshow é nog vi faker da miene van gogh
Mo kgont wel zelve doen wan kben ier nu toch
Ip’t podium wil ik twi amburgers en enen otdog
Kpakkent i me poten, en kspelet in me kloten
En kéle juste niet je meug et zien tis zoender grootn
Met us kuj rekenen ip ongelofelijke stoten
Wiender zien zwoarder dan van die marineboaten stoten
Vo m’n experimenten te doen sloagn
Je moen jen ol nie te veel afvragen
Just lik demente vandoagen
Met al respect , mo die ku zoagn
Dus ge moe mo moakn
In verschillende zoakn
Da wus der zelven mee ploagn
Vo tallemol beter af te bakenen
En nie verzoaken in
Die zever vo deersten te zien
Ik én da gin zin nie mir in
Dus gif gie mo zere verandering in de lotto
Wgon win we gon der voorzichtig mee zien
Ik én gin eigen culte-beperkte verzodiging
Tegen mien aj gezeid
Min moeder i vele vermogord
Mo zi nog breder dan in tiede
En nog vi mir in laagn
Zis even oed of aarde, en twi kis zo lelijk
En in’t midden van eur kietn groeit er ne
Vinger of nen tene
Zis zodanig dikke eur aarms zien lik been
En in tiede von’t schole zat ze nefest iedereen
Zis heel tied on’t zweten dus ze blinkt in eur vel
Tliep zodanig ut de hand en ként leger gebeld
Allo concurrentie, tis vo te zeggen dat j`te zindlik spikt
Mo da we nog bestoan
En zonder pretentie, tis topen da je der nie gerust in zit
Wan wén nog nie gedoan
Allo concurrentie, tis vo te zeggen dat j`te zindlik spikt
Mo da we nog bestoan
En zonder pretentie, tis topen da je der nie gerust in zit
Wan wén nog nie gedoan
Ti nog ene kir on mie
De micro é vrie
Flip kowlier é ze roets in izzegem city
Ge ziet utendelijk nie
Moe kik én belie
Gé mien gezien op tv , mo twa nie in familie
Zet de rutn opn, tstinkt ier no stroent
A jen nen ene voet nen adidas den andern ne kloef
Die goedne ketting é je gekocht ip de poef
Uw lief ét aar op eurne kinne, e gin op eurne foef
Zoet da ne foute van mien zien mo wa dak moen én
Is e serre me platn en e living
Mo gif me wa credits vo were te komn op die beslissing
Als gevolg van die vo bie die grote vergissing
Tis mor e ki gissn in’t geval da we missn
Kies ik vo series van schone vrouwen
permanent aanwezig in één van m’n 27 loftings
Wekke ongegeneerde vint is da
Z’n goeste, en kgo der mee stoppe
Want kmoe nu oeste
Uw moeder é we vet mo nie zo vet of uw voader
De frigo é heel leeg, en uw vader é den dader
Ne hele kalkoen, twoalf beleide pistolets
Nen alve kilo koas en e kilo paté
Ziene buk sta vo de deure, zien lief stot in de gangk
De kinders in de stroate noemn u pa de rozenen tank
At tie em wilt wassen belt uw moeder de pompiers
Z’n dikte sto bekent van in china toet alier
Allo concurrentie, tis vo te zeggen dat j`te zindlik spikt
Mo da we nog bestoan
En zonder pretentie, tis topen da je der nie gerust in zit
Wan wén nog nie gedoan
Allo concurrentie, tis vo te zeggen dat j`te zindlik spikt
Mo da we nog bestoan
En zonder pretentie, tis topen da je der nie gerust in zit
Wan wén nog nie gedoan
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D3ton8oR
Stella-man
Sinds 15/10/2003
T:32 -
R:1581
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13/8/2006 -
20:23u
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Tool - Parabola:
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. hold on, stay inside...
This holy reality, this holy experience. choosing to be here in...
This body. this body holding me. be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.
Alive
This holy reality, in this holy experience. choosing to be here in...
This body. this body holding me. be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion...
Of what it means to be alive
Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
Chance to be alive and breathing
Chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. remember. we are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
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azrael
[mod] Evil's poes
Sinds 24/9/2004
T:20 -
R:943
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14/8/2006 -
1:37u
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The Killers - Mr. Brightside
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
Cause I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...
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Discard
wzl-lid
Sinds 29/5/2005
T:5 -
R:1985
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14/8/2006 -
10:45u
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Placebo - Pierrot The Clown
Leave me dreaming on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow for the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
The swelling goes down
And if you're ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Saw you crashing round the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so brown
Remember all the things you'd say
How your promises rang hollow
As you threw me to the ground
And if you're ever around
In the backstreets or the alleys of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in pity
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
When I dream I dream of your lips
When I dream I dream of your kiss
When I dream I dream of your fists
Your fists... Your fists
Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow for the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
The swelling goes down
And if you're ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
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Dr Greenthumb
wzl-lid
Sinds 13/10/2004
T:1 -
R:538
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14/8/2006 -
16:30u
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Avenged Sevenfold - I Won't See You Tonight (Part 1)
Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone, took all my strength
I've made the change,
I won't see you tonight
Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood
all the ones around me,
I cared for and loved
Building up inside of me
A place so dark, so cold, I had to set me free
Don't mourn for me, you're not the one to place the blame
As bottles called my name, I won't see you tonight
Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood
all the ones around me,
I cared for and most of all I loved
but I can't see myself that way
please don't forget me or cry while I'm away
Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone, took all my strength
But I've made the change,
I won't see you tonight
So far away, I'm gone. Please don't follow me tonight.
And while I'm gone, everything will be alright.
No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight
No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight
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matx5
wzl-lid
Sinds 14/12/2003
T:27 -
R:381
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15/8/2006 -
2:03u
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red hot chili peppers - under the bridge
Sometimes I feel
Like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel
Like my only friend
Is the city I live in
The city of Angels
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I drive on her streets
'Cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills
'Cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds and
She kisses me windy and
I never worry
Now that is a lie
I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all that way (yeah yeah yeah)
It's hard to believe
That there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe
That I'm all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way (yeah yeah yeah)
Ooh no (no no yeah yeah)
Love me I say yeah yeah
Under the bridge downtown
Is were I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away (yeah yeah yeah)
Ooh no (no no yeah yeah)
Where I stay yeah yeah
Yevgueni - oud en versleten
oud en versleten
Als ik oud ben en versleten
en ik voor mijn raampje sta
of in mijn rolstoel neergezeten
nauwelijks weet da'k nog besta
Als ik oud ben en versleten
jou moet vragen wie ik ben
Al jouw liefde ben vergeten
en mijn vrienden niet meer ken
Geef me dan alsjeblief een spuitje of een duwtje door het raam
Ik schrijf vooraf wel een briefje dat het per ongeluk is gegaan
Als ik oud ben en versleten
mijn hersenen al gestorven zijn
maar mijn lijf 't nog niet wil weten
en blijft leven voor de schijn
Als ik oud ben en versleten
enkel mensen werk verschaf
Als ik niet meer alleen kan eten
meer dan een been al in't graf
Geef me dan alsjeblief een spuitje of een duwtje door het raam
Ik schrijf vooraf wel een briefje dat het per ongeluk is gegaan
Ik ben geboren zonder luier en zo wil ik ook graag dood
ik kan nog uren zitten kauwen op een simpel stukje brood
zo blijf ik nog wel bezig maar het hoeft niet meer voor mij
want laat ons eerlijk wezen ja het is al lang voorbij
Ik schrijf vooraf wel een briefje dat het per ongeluk is gegaan
phil collins - true colors
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness, inside you
Can make you feel so small
But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there
And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
[intru part]
So sad eyes
Discouraged now
Realize
When this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there
And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors, true colors
Cos there's a shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors, true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Beautiful, like a rainbow
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K3v
wzl-lid
Sinds 13/12/2005
T:32 -
R:11675
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15/8/2006 -
14:25u
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De Hardheid - Beste Vriend
Mijn beste vriend heet alcohol
hij houdt van mij en ik van hem
we trappen samen vet veel lol
we lijken voor elkaar bestemd
als je weer eens bent teleurgesteld in alle vrouwen om je heen
dan heb ik nog mijn beste vriend, gelukkig ben ik nooit alleen
als je goudvis overleden is waar je innig mee hebt samengeleefd
ben je verdrietig maar dat duurt niet lang met de troost die alcohol je geeft
Mijn beste vriend heet alcohol
hij houdt van mij en ik van hem
we trappen samen vet veel lol
we lijken voor elkaar bestemd
En als je een avondje gaat stappen en er is weer eens geen klote aan
Kun je je altijd nog vermaken door er 20 achterover te slaan
Als je ’s avonds niet kunt slapen wie helpt je dan in dromenland
Effectiever dan schaapjes tellen zijn Grolsch Hertog Jan en Brand
Mijn beste vriend heet alcohol
hij houdt van mij en ik van hem
we trappen samen vet veel lol
we lijken voor elkaar bestemd
Ze zeggen vriendschap is niet te koop
Maar dat is onzin lariekoek
In blik in glas in overvloed
Bij de slijterij om de hoek
Mijn beste vriend heet alcohol
hij houdt van mij en ik van hem
we trappen samen vet veel lol
we lijken voor elkaar bestemd
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Dr Greenthumb
wzl-lid
Sinds 13/10/2004
T:1 -
R:538
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16/8/2006 -
13:48u
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Avenged Sevenfold - Warmness On The Soul
Your hazel-green tint eyes watching every move I make.
And that feeling of doubt, it's erased.
I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.
You're the one, and in you I confide
And we have gone through good and bad times.
But your unconditional love was always on my mind.
You've been there from the start for me.
And your loves always been true as can be.
I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.
And we have gone through good and bad times.
But your unconditional love was always on my mind.
You've been there from the start for me.
And your loves always been true as can be.
I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.
I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.
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FlibaBoink
wzl-lid
Sinds 24/1/2005
T:15 -
R:9893
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16/8/2006 -
14:42u
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Jose Gonzales - Heartbeats
one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away
both under influense
we had devine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razorblade
to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no
one night of magic rush
the start a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then releaf
ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love
to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no
to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
and you, you knew the hands of the devil
and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths
sharing different heartbeats
in one night
to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no
to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no
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The Fabulous
Algemeen zeveraar
Sinds 2/12/2004
T:38 -
R:3521
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16/8/2006 -
14:44u
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Belgian associality - Bompa Punk
Bompa Punk in zijne rolstoel
wat minder haar, even grote smoel
pist in de planten en speekt naar verplegers
verscheurt de gazet en krast in de tegels
op zijn wielen staat in't groot anarchie
maar zijne rooie kam, da lukt nimie
zijn broek vol gaten en veiligheidspellen
en d' engelse vlag op zijn bretellen
niemand is veilig, niemand is seef
en ziet hem een bomma, dan geraakt hem op dreef
als ze hem vragen van bompa, waarom ?
dan laat hem ne scheet en draait zich om
maar 's zondags bij 't familiebezoek
zitten zijn klein mannen op zijne schoet
vertelt hem zijn ouw toeren van vroeger weer
maar hem geloven doen z'al lang nimeer
Bompa Punk, Bompa Punk, ....
op ne schoonen dag is hem heengegaan
met zijne rolstoel heeft hem stagedive gedaan
met ne goeien aanloop dook hem van't balkon
recht op nen dokter die daaronder stond
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Hawkeye
Spam Queen
Sinds 31/1/2005
T:14 -
R:12483
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19/8/2006 -
1:46u
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Thrice - Ultra blue
Unabashedly pursue,
the Truth that we cannot deny
A revelation shining through,
orchestration Adonai
A revolution ultra-blue,
and a melodic battle cry
And though you say there'll be no coup,
we'll never know unless we
Try to see it through,
and find a different point of view,
one where faith is not taboo
And we'll all learn to see the world as new
Sometimes a belief held true,
is proved to be an outright lie
But it seems we always knew,
in some unspoken lullaby
I'll see you at the rendezvous,
we'll raise our voices to the sky
And though it's said there'll be no coup,
we'll never know unless we
Try to see it through, and find a
Different point of view,
one where faith is not taboo
And we'll all learn to see the world as new
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Humanatur
wzl-lid
Sinds 9/2/2005
T:12 -
R:1084
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19/8/2006 -
6:07u
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FlibaBoink schreef:
Jose Gonzales - Heartbeats
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kwou juist hetzelfde posten ... 
maar de geniaalste (ooit?) geschreven is In Bloom, van Nirvana:
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He’s the one
He likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
knows not what it means
When I say
He’s the one
He likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
don't know what it means
and I say yeah
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he dont know what it means
dont know what it means
When I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he dont know what it means
dont know what it means
And I say yeah
He’s the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he dont know what it means
dont know what it means
When I say
He’s the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he dont know what it means
dont know what it means
dont know what it means
dont know what it means
When I say yeah
kritiek geven op je eigen fans en tegelijk er een heerlijk liedje van maken ... respect ...
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Juurn
wzl-lid
Sinds 5/3/2004
T:218 -
R:2678
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19/8/2006 -
11:28u
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Diamonds From Sierra Leone Feat KANYE WEST
[Intro]
Diamonds are forever
They won't leave in the night
I've no fear that they might
Desert me
[Chorus]
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme.
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?......
Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid,
Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
And I've realized that I've arrived, cuz
It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
he write his own rhymes, so sort of
I think 'em
That mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought up
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talkin' bout classics, do my name get brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
so its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
- its for yourself that's important
If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from many men
Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
Excuse me,
That's just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop I can't because
[Chorus]
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme.
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?......
I was sick about awards
Couldn't nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 minutes later seems there's no convincing them
What more can you ask for?
The international assholes nah
Who complains about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame,
When he came, in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name
Its Kanye - But some of my plastic - they still say Kane
Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi - them folks ain't from Motown
Life movin' too fast I need to slow down
Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go down
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
My father Ben said I need Jesus
So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
A&R's lookin' like "pssh we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back
That'll be the same day I give the game back
You know the next question dog "Yo, where Dame at?"
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
"What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?"
They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
R-r-r-right here stands a-man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands...
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme.
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?......
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
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K3v
wzl-lid
Sinds 13/12/2005
T:32 -
R:11675
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19/8/2006 -
14:42u
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Pagoda - Death To Birth
From ripe
To rotten
Too real
To live
Should I lie down
Or stand up
And walk around again
My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut
To find the fount of sound
That hears the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother each other with the necter
And pucker the sour
A bittersweet weather
It blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Fly's through the last gasp we left
On this earth
Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh
It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
It's a long long lonely journey
From death to...
It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
Oh It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
Yeaaah...
Should I die again
Should I die around
The pounds of matter
wheeling through space
I know I'll never know
Until I come face to face
With my own
With my own
With my own
With my own cold dead face
With my own wooden case
Yeaaah...
Pucker the sour
Sugar sweet weather
Blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Fly's through the last gasp we left
On this earth
Ohhhhhh
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
What should I die again
Should I tell you when
The pounds of matter
wheeling through space
I know I'll never know
Unitl I come face to face
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
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Hawkeye
Spam Queen
Sinds 31/1/2005
T:14 -
R:12483
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20/8/2006 -
13:23u
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Humanatur schreef:
kritiek geven op je eigen fans en tegelijk er een heerlijk liedje van maken ... respect ...
iets gelijkaardig:
Tool - Hooker with a penis
I met a boy wearing vans, 501s, and a
Dope beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was ogt,
From 92,
The first ep.
And in between
Sips of coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin out,
Layin down,
Suckin up
To the man.
Well now Ive got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
Im the man,
And if Im the man,
Then youre the man, and
Hes the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what Ive sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
So Ive got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
Im the man,
If Im the fuckin man
Then youre the fuckin man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what Ive sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on tv
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
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bastard
wzl-lid
Sinds 25/9/2004
T:37 -
R:3178
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20/8/2006 -
13:34u
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Radiohead- Karma Police
Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us
Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
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bastard
wzl-lid
Sinds 25/9/2004
T:37 -
R:3178
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20/8/2006 -
13:34u
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Shameboy- Strobot
Strobot
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aCrowLeftOfTheMurder
wzl-lid
Sinds 2/12/2004
T:1 -
R:2304
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20/8/2006 -
14:12u
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lol
Racoon - Paper Home
I walk passed the phone
And I like to be alone,
And all on my own,
Inside my paper home
I wish I was good,
I wish I was beautiful to you
And that you understood,
That I'd fight a war for you,
If I should
You sit by the fire,
At least I imagine you do
L. Cohen sings Avalanche,
I'm in a book, so are you
I wish you were here to run,
Laugh and cry with me,
Suddenly appear to love,
Live and die with me.
In dreams I save you from harm
In dreams you always worship me
Like I've always worshipped you
In dreams we're together,
It's you and me that I see
I can always pretend
When I don't want to be alone
That you're back again,
Safe in our paper home
Things I've done wrong,
Countless in name and number
But pride feels no pain
So I run off to hide my shame
In dreams I save you from harm
In dreams you always worship me
Like I've always worshipped you
In dreams we're together,
It's you and me that I see
I can always pretend
When I don't want to be alone
That you're back again,
Safe in our paper home
Too bad it's just a dream
Maybe, never mind...
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