Plaats hier de lyrics die jij echt, maar dan ook echt heeeeeel gaaf vind
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
You lose control when you hold too tight,
And turn your head long enough to let it bite.
Cause faith left me staring at the ceiling through the night.
It's freaking me out.
And when I fell asleep, it plagued my dreams,
And 30 bits of glass had become my teeth.
They were breaking each and every time I tried to speak.
It's freaking me out.
You're freaking me out,
You're freaking me out.
And I keep running like a coward for the door,
But I'll never get out.
You're freaking me out.
You lose your mind if you lose control.
It makes you feel ashamed for the hearts you stole.
And now, your own heart's scared of an attack,
Cause you can't give them back.
You're stressing me out when you prove me wrong,
You're wearing me out cause I've slept so long.
You're freaking me out,
You're freaking me out.
And I keep running like a coward for the door,
But I'll never get out.
You're freaking me out.
Throw it all away,
I threw it all
And I threw it all away,
And the best part is not knowing just what I threw away.
I threw it all away.
You're freaking me out,
You're freaking me out.
And I keep running like a coward for the door,
But I'll never get out.
You're freaking me out.
You're freaking me out,
You're freaking me out.
But I keep running right back around for more,
Cause I'm in love with my doubt.
It's freaking me out.
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
I get up early when the sleeping pill wakes me
I take a wake up pill and fill with energy
I power on hard and I check my messages
But I dont have any messages
I take a driving pill and head to my car
I drive around a bit cuz work isnt very far
I call my phone and I check my messages
But I dont have any messages
All I know is driving on drugs feels better when theyre prescription
All I know is the world looks beautiful, the world looks so damn beautiful
And I feel fantastic
And I never felt as good as how I do right now
Except for maybe when I think of how I felt that day
When I felt the way that I do right now, right now, right now.
And I feel fantastic
And I never felt as good as how I do right now
Except for maybe when I think of how I felt that day
When I felt the way that I do right now, right now, right now.
Work is anything but quiet these days
I try to medicate my concentration haze
I can feel the day unfold in front of me
So I take the stairs and hit the gym
The phone is ringing when I get to my desk
What was a stingings now a sharp pain in my chest
So I take a Calminex and just chill
And then its time for lunch again
All I know is work is easy when you dont stress out about deadlines
All I know is I take my medicine I always take my medicine
And I feel fantastic
And I never felt as good as how I do right now
Except for maybe when I think of how I felt that day
When I felt the way that I do right now, right now, right now.
And I feel fantastic
And I never felt as good as how I do right now
Except for maybe when I think of how I felt that day
When I felt the way that I do right now, right now, right now.
Sometimes Id like to slow things down
Enjoy the moment
But when I look the moments gone
Work is over but I cant stay to work late
Got to leave and get ready for my second date
With a pretty girl that I met at the pharmacy
Right in the prescription line
I take a pill for my social anxiety
I get a table and a nice bottle of chablis
Now its getting late and theres still no sign of her
I have another glass of wine
All I know is the wine lasts longer when you dont gotta share it with someone
All I know is my steak tastes better when I take my steak tastes better pill
And I feel fantastic
And I never felt as good as how I do right now
Except for maybe when I think of how I felt that day
When I felt the way that I do right now, right now, right now.
And I feel fantastic
And I never felt as good as how I do right now
Except for maybe when I think of how I felt that day
When I felt the way that I do right now, right now, right now.
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
I'm walking to the something
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Collapse
I'm drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I'm feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
I got myself together
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla.
Watch out
I didn't need the patience, life bla bla bla bla bla
Collapse
Don't you sit to close, or I'll bla bla bla bla bla
Break up
Stick it up your nose
Bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
I didn't mean to do it (Rock it, rock it)
It loved me in my head (Rock it, rock it)
I tried to be a charmer, (Rock it, rock it)
but I got a bit hopeless instead (Rock it, rock it)
The world is very sexy (Rock it, rock it)
It's part of my collapse (Rock it, rock it)
I'm walking to the something (It's part of my collapse...)
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
I'm drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I'm feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
I didn't mean to do it (Rock it, rock it)
It loved me in my head (Rock it, rock it)
I tried to be a charmer, (Rock it, rock it)
but I got a bit hopeless instead (Rock it, rock it)
The world is very sexy (Rock it, rock it)
It's part of my collapse (Rock it, rock it)
I'm walking to the something (It's part of my collapse...)
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
I'm drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I'm feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
Collapse
And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
Dit zijn nog steeds een van de beste lyrics ooit, ook super mooi liedje
Mewithoutyou - Messes of Men
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships and in each tiny caravel
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying
Like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends, like a scratch across a lens,
Made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
And our paper blew away before we'd left the bay
So half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
You caught me making eyes at the other boatmen's wives
And heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land, but you well understand
It takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
As there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth low on the mast like to sasy I've got no past
But I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
But tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
But a few leagues off the shore, I big a flashing lure
And I assure you, it was not what it expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook on my lip
Is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor-ever-dropped-seasick-yet-still-docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel
Floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimbleful of fire and I'm not ever going back
Oh, my God!
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist
While watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
Voor mij zijn dat er meerdere, maar deze vind ik vooral heel tof in combinatie met hoe ze het zingt (de coupletjes dan, het refrein is wat minder). Ik kan hem niet hier laten horen, maar mss is hij wel te downloaden (wat ik dus niet kan).
For the heart I once had - Nightwish
Heaven today is but a way
To a place I once called home
Heart of a child, one final sigh
As another love goes cold
Once my heart beat to the rhythm of the falling snow
Blackened below, the river now flows
A stream of molten virgin snow
For the heart I`ll never have
For the child forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart I once had
Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world
Faded and torn, old and forlorn
My weak and hoping heart
For the child, for the light
For the heart I once had
I`ll believe and foresee
Everything I could ever be
For the heart I`ll never have
For the child forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart I once had
Time will not heal a Dead Boy`s scars
Time will kill
For the heart I`ll never have
For the child forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart I once had
Is your love really love?
Is my love really love?
I think our love isn't love.
Unless it's love to the end.
Is your god really God?
Is my god really God?
I think our god isn't God.
If he fits inside our heads.
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
Dead man, were you ever alive?
Or was I just a seed you buried deep inside
Some woman you wed
Right before you crawled out of her bed and crept down the hall?
Did you think of me?
Did you even for a second hesitate in the doorway?
It's just something that I'd like to know
Though I'd still love you if told me
You just walked away
My God, what a world you love
Where men bury their sons
And without thought just walk away
And my mother's heart breaks
Like the water inside of her
And my mother's heart breaks
Like the water inside of her
Dead man, is it being high that makes you alive?
It makes you leave behind three boys and a wife in '89
As the track marks inched their way up your arm
My mother taught my brothers and I not to call you daddy
But to call you father
But I believe there is something here to be learnt of grace
'Cause I can't help but love you
Even with a heart that breaks
Like the promises that you made
Like the promises that you made
The promises that you made
My God, what a world you love
Met bijbehorende videoclip
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
Dit is een cool stukje lyric uit Refused - The Deadly Rhytm
Is it our duty to die for governments and for gods?
Is it our privilege to slave for market and industry?
Is it our right to follow laws set to scare and to oppress?
Is it our gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame?
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
Venetian Snares heeft bijna nooit lyrics, maar op het album "Rossz Csillag Alatt Szueletett" komen wel een paar stukjes tekst voor wat ik ook gelijk wel mooi en lief vind.
It's just a pigeon looking for its nest.
It doesn't know that it's white.
It doesn't know that it scares me.
Why am I frightened so easily?
Pigeon, why can you scare me?
Am I not part of your life anymore?
Am I not welcome anymore?
Niet zo moeilijk hoor om dat na te doen als je het heel vaak gehoord hebt, maar het blijft briljant.
Ik had het album via MusicMeter, daar werd er uitermate positief over gesproken.
Oh en nog een nummer waar ik de lyrics eigenlijk echt mooi van vind...
Antimatter - Psalms
Poor boy he knows he's alive, he's afraid to learn
He don't want to get where he's going cos he thinks he's gonna burn
He can't handle being born in the middle of a big black line
No matter where he looks, to him it's just either side
Close your eyes when you feel you're going under
Close your eyes, you can make the shore this time
Close your eyes, you can make it through the wild
You can make it through the wild
Poor boy he knows in this life he'll get hunted down
He don't want to make the transition into meat that feeds the ground
He can't hack it when his mind paints a picture from an evil eye
You can't wash the canvas now cos it's full of dye
Close your eyes when you feel you're going under
Close your eyes, you can make the shore this time
Close your eyes, you can make it through the wild
You can make it through the wild
Butter on a summer day
When she's around
I was on the tracks
When the gates came down
Suddenly I recognized
Those bloodshot rearview mirror eyes as mine
I heard that whistle call my name
I almost drove away
But Megan I had a feeling that you would be on that train
So I just waited there for you
Caught a ride to another town
Where the air was clean
And the sun never goes down
Everyone was standing in a line
Between the landing and the stairs
I heard somebody call my name
I almost climbed the stairs
But Megan I had a feeling that someday you'd meet me there
So I just waited there for you
Butter on a summer day
When I hear your name
It's a dream that never came true
Sat down on the tracks
And waited for a train to take me back to you
Somebody came and took my hand
I finally had to go
But Megan I just want you to know
That I waited as long as I could
Butter on a summer day when she's around
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin, and he to
Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She would
date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She would remain faithful.
But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.
It was more than the human mind could bear.
Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how
she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and
he wasn't there (Ahttp://www...).
The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade was scheduled
to appear. He'd just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated Aluminum Company
of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared enough to write.
It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mails. Then it struck
him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple. He would ship himself
parcel post, special delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket to
purchase the necessary equipment. He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that
with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package
"Fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and
happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the
deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person. She
would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne
up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.
Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very rough
weekend. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about
it though. After it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all,
it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what
Bill could teach Waldo - but that seemed many years ago.
Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen
door and into the kitchen. "Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be
taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen on television. "God, don't even talk about that." She got up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than steak," and then attempted to
touch her knees. "I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."
She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle. "After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him." "I
know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't
really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know
what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over
her mouth. "I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," here
she bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to!" Now she was laughing very loudly.
It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office rang
the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his yellow and his
green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
room. "I dunno."
Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the
muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down
the center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the return address and see who
it's from?" Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the
vibrating footsteps. It would be soon.
Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "Ah, god,
it's from Waldo!" "That schmuck!" said Sheila. Waldo trembled with expectation.
"Well, you might as well open it," said Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the
staple flap. "Ah sst," said Marsha, groaning, "he must have nailed it shut."
They tugged on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" They pulled again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,
breathing heavily.
"Why don't you get a scissor," said Sheila. Marsha ran into the kitchen, but
all she could find was a little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was very out of breath.
"Here, you do it. I-I'm gonna die." She sank into a large fluffy couch and
exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the
end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough
room. "God damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,
"I got an idea." "What?" said Marsha. "Just watch," said Sheila, touching her
finger to her head.
Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his
heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood quite upright and
walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through
the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of
Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.
Tering Gerben :') Die band heeft echt weinig hobbies
Dit is echt een lief stukje uit een liedje
The Submarines - Brighter Discontent
Got a brand new roof above my head
All the empty boxes thrown away
I rearranged the place
A hundred times today
But the ordering of objects
Couldn't hide what's missing
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs
And out of view, no prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock
The club is closed and we are up the block
Your hands are on me
Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been here before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here
But I'm not sure
I've got the money
If you've got the time
You said, "It feels good"
I said "I'll give it a try"
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers, they just play tragic
And the phone's ringing
And the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep, keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
And where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
I pulled over to the side and felt no time
Off the highway with the landscape aglow
Still not sure what we were trying to find
I only know we went home
