Archief - Favoriete lyrics

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Bart Religion

Legacy Member
Muziek is gaaf, maar wat mij betreft en dat is persoonlijk is een nummer maar zo goed als een tekst. Ik kan een nummer wel aardig vinden, maar ik kan een nummer pas goed of geniaal vinden als de tekst uitstekend is.

Het beste nummer aller tijden doet mij niets als de tekst mij niet aanstaat. Het omgekeerde is dan wel weer waar. Een matig nummer kan ik geniaal vinden alleen door de tekst.

Om het nog vreemder te maken zijn instrumentale bands zoals The Ventures en Man or Astro-Man? twee van mijn favo bands.

Maar goed. Wat mij betreft is een goede tekst 75% van wat een goed nummer maakt. Een goeie tekst is pure poëzie en ware kunst. (Instrumentale muziek kan dat natuurlijk ook zijn, ik hou nu eenmaal van mooie woorden).

Een voorbeeldje. Simpele tekst in feite. Maar ik vind hem geniaal om ik zo goed kan relateren. Those singers always know just what to say...

En altijd prachtig om een nummer te horen met een tekst dat je gevoelens perfect weergeeft. Dat zijn mijn favo nummers

Descendents - "When I Get Old" Epitaph Records - YouTube

What Will It Be Like When I Get Old
Will I Still Hop On My Bike, And Ride Around Town
Will I Still Want To Be Someone, And Not Just Sit Around
I Don'T Want To Be Like Other Adults
Cause They'Ve Already Died
Cool And Condescending, Fossilized
Will I Be Rich Will I Be Poor, Will I Still Sleep On The Floor
What Will It Be Like When I Get
What Will I Be Like When I Get
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old
Will I Still Kiss My Girlfriend And Try To Grab Her Ass
Will I Still Hate The Cops And Have No Class
Will All My Grown Up Friends Say They'Ve Seen It All Before
They Say Hey Act Your Age And I'M Immature
Will I Do Myself Proud Or Only What'S Allowed
What Will It Be Like When I Get
What Will I Be Like When I Get
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old
Will I Sit Around And Talk About The Old Days
Sit Around And Watch T.V. I Never Want To Go That Way
Never Burn Out Not Fade Away
As I Travel Through My Time Will I Like What I Find
What Will It Be Like When I Get
What Will I Be Like When I Get
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old

Misschien geen hoogstaande literatuur, maar ik vind het gaaf omdat ik er mij perfect kan in terug vinden. Ik had bij wijze van spreken zelf kunnen spreken want ik voel mij net zo. Cool dus.

hatchet

Legacy Member
Ik luister niet vaak naar songteksten eigenlijk maar soms spreken teksten mij aan zodat ik wel moet luisteren, sommige liedjes van The Doors, Spinvis, Damon Albarn en The Strokes bv. doen dit. Hip hop teksten spreken mij ook vaak aan uiteraard. De laatste tijd interesseert tekst mij meer dus ik let er ook meer op.

jesseke

Legacy Member
1ste verse van 'Sing About Me' van Kendrick Lamar is één van mijn favoriete teksten.

I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow, I'm hoping that I can borrow
A peace of mind, I'm behind on what's really important
My mind is really distorted, I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine
And last night was just another distraction or a reaction
Of what we consider madness, I know exactly what happened
You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help
Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
Like everything was alright and a fight he tried to put up
But the type of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands, my plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm and outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give a fuck
That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors
I wonder if I'll ever discover a passion like you and recover
The life that I knew as a young'n in pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never prosper
Prognosis of a problem child, I'm proud and well devoted
This piru shit been in me forever
So forever I'mma push it, wherever whenever
And I love you cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope (bam bam bam)

Shyheim

Legacy Member
Savatage - Alone You Breathe - YouTube

You were never one for waiting
Still I always thought you'd wait for me
And have you from your dreams awakened
And from where you are what do you see

Which of us is now in exile
Which in need of amnesty
Are you now but an illusion
In my mind alone you breathe

You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
Till inside a rainswept night you just let go

You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see the ending to the play
The grand design, the final line
And what was meant to be

In the dark a distant runner
Now has disappeared into the night
Leaving us to stand and wonder
Staring from this end into your life

You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
'Til inside a rainswept night you just let go

You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see the ending to the play
The grand design, the final line
And what was meant to be

And if this is all illusion
Nothing more than pure delusion
Clinging to a fading fantasy
Like Icarus who heeds the calling
Of a sun but now is falling
As the feathers of his life fall free
Can you see
See

Tomorrow and after
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark there is a clue

Perhaps inside this midnight sky
Perhaps tomorrow's newborn eyes
Or could it be, we'll never know
And after all this was the show

What am I to do
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
What am I to do
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
What am I to do

Standing on a dream isn't what it seems
Could we then reclaim a dream refused
Knowing what we know could we let it go
Realizing that all the years are used

Tomorrow and after
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark there is a clue
I am the way, I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes, I feel your dreams
And in the dark I hear your screams

Tomorrow and after
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark there is a clue

Vooral de emotie en de context van het nummer zelf feitelijk. Enfin, coolste tekst ooit voor mij persoonlijk.

clercqie

Legacy Member
Huxley zei:
I MISS YOOOUUU
I MISS YOOOUUU
OOOOOH, MISS YOU
:bow:

Misschien niet mijn favo tekst (zou niet weten welke te kiezen), maar iedere keer als ik deze hoor ben ik toch erg onder de indruk van die sfeerschepping, die details die het af maken. Ook de manier hoe Kele het zingt:

Bloc Party - On zei:
I am on
Switched on
A sudden clearness, a clarity
Hidden away, in every locked toilet
I've been waiting for you in the Joiners Arms
I know your name
I know your name
I've danced with you
We're all friends here
Silver slugs lined up like bullets
Rolled up twenties, they disappear

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful and stutter-free
You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful

Friday night I do all the talking
A pint and a fight, the dance floor is mine
Truth serum and limbs that won't listen
Drunken "I love yous", on top of the world

And when it runs out
We're chasing something we'll never catch
And when it runs out
We buy more
A flatness so bleak, I've been bitten by a vampire
A flatness bleaker than the one it replaced

You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful and stutter-free
You make my tongue loose
You make my tongue loose
I am hopeful
I can charm
I can charm them all

?therapy?

Legacy Member
Bright eyes - bowl of oranges

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it.
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you
{that} you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.

Nujah, favoriete lyrics is te moeilijk omdat er zoveel geniale teksten zijn. Maar bright eyes blijft er sowieso een held in.

Van welk nummer is dat I miss you gedoe van hierboven?

Bontus

Legacy Member
Porcupine Tree toch wel. Deze bijvoorbeeld:
A good impression of myself
Not much to conceal
I'm saying nothing
But I'm saying nothing with feel

I simply am not here
No way I...
Shut up, be happy
Stop whining please

Because of who we are
We react in mock surprise
The curse of "there must be more"
So don't breathe here,
Don't leave your bags

I simply am not here
No way I...
Shut up, be happy
Stop whining please

The dust in my soul
Makes me feel the weight in my legs
My head in the clouds
And I'm zoning out

I'm watching TV
But I find it hard to stay conscious
I'm totally bored
But I can't switch off

Only apathy from the pills in me
It's all in me, all in you
Electricity from the pills in me
It's all in me, all in you
Only MTV, cod philosophy

We're lost in the mall
Shuffling through the stores like zombies
What is the point?
What can money buy?

My hand's on a gun
And I find the range, God tempt me
What did you say?
Think I'm passing out

[x2]
Only apathy from the pills in me
It's all in me, all in you
Electricity from the pills in me
It's all in me, all in you
Only MTV, cod philosophy

Water so warm that day (water so warm that day)
I counted out the waves (I counted out the waves)
As they broke into shore
I smiled into the sun

The water so warm that day
I was counting out the waves
And I followed their short life
As they broke on the shoreline
I could see you
But I couldn't hear you

You were holding your hat in the breeze
Turning away from me in this moment
You were stolen as black across the sun

Water so warm that day (water so warm that day)
I counted out the waves (I counted out the waves)
As they broke into shore (as they broke into shore)
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