Streep mijn naam maar weg
Uit je boekje met adressen
Veel vijven, nog meer zessen
Nu ik alles open leg
Nu ik alles kan bekennen
Moet jij er nog aan wennen
Dat het waar is wat ik zeg
Streep mijn naam maar weg
Blader maar niet meer
In het album met portretten
En vergeeelde droogboeketten
Leg me nu maar neer
Leg me maar terzijde
Als een boek uit vroeger tijden
Want je leest het maar één keer
Blader maar niet meer
Leugens zijn zo prachtig
Zo stil en raadselachtig
Zolang ze nog zichzelf zijn
Zolang je ze gelooft
Laat ze rusten in je hoofd
Want de waarheid doet pas pijn
Blader maar niet meer
In je dagboek en je schriften
Alle potloden en stiften
Schreven nooit iets neer
Dat je nu houvast kan geven
Dat je nu laat overleven
Doe nog één keer wat ik zeg:
Streep mijn naam maar weg
Wel beetje depri, maar wel super mooi liedje en vooral het dikgedrukte deel vind ik zo mooi
Bløf liedjes kunnen mij altijd wel even meeslepen. Eentje die me altijd wel raakt is Dat Wij Dat Zijn, maar er zijn zoveel goede. Ik weet alleen nooit of het de tekst is of omdat hij zo ontzettend mooi zingt.
Het is ook zeker de tekst bij Blof, die zijn altijd zo goed. Niet cliche, maar goed doordacht en vaak ook heel mooi.
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
The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel,
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides,
and a dark wind blows.
The government is corrupt,
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine,
and the machine is bleeding to death.
The sun has fallen down,
and the billboards are all leering,
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.
It went like this:
The buildings tumbled in on themselves,
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble,
and pulled out their hair.
The skyline was beautiful on fire,
all twisted metal stretching upwards,
everything washed in a thin orange haze.
I said: "Kiss me, you're beautiful.
These are truly the last days."
You grabbed my hand and we fell into it,
like a daydream or a fever.
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down,
for sure it's the valley of death.
I open up my wallet
and it's full of blood.
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
Nooit gerealiseerd hoe geniaal deze tekst eigenlijk is:
Dredg - Pariah
To sacrifice oneself never made sense to me
Cause life is really the only and last gift we’ve all received
Some men waste it in the name of something that you can’t see
Continually defeats the purpose of that something creating
Oh delusions aren't meant to justify, justify the things you do
Oh delusions never really qualified, qualified as an excuse
As he approached the city center with the sky line in view
There was nothing left to contemplate he knew he must follow through
With the plan certified by faith and the plan written in death
At that moment this was it, he took his last breath
Oh delusions aren't meant to justify, justify the things you do
Oh delusions never really qualified, qualified as an excuse
No more hiding, no more hiding, no more blame
No more fighting, no more fighting, no more pain
No more chaos, no more chaos, no more stress
No more addiction, no more addiction, no more mess
No more attitudes, no more swollen heads
No more greed, no more feeding from the hand
No more whining, no more blame it on the man
Realize it's your own fault
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
We talk too much; We talk in circles
Till we're all spinning round,
Reaching for rings on this merry-go-round.
The scenery spins; We call it progress,
But I've seen this all before;
When all's said and done, we'll wake up on the floor.
We set sail with no fixed star in sight.
We drive by braille and candlelight.
We're building towers with no foundations,
Just stacking stone on stone.
Whatever it takes - mix our mortar with bones.
But true progress means matching the world to
The vision in our heads,
But we always change the vision instead.
We set sail with no fixed star in sight.
We drive by braille and candlelight.
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
Took a drive into the sprawl
To find the house where we used to stay
I couldn't read the number in the dark
You said "let's save it for another day"
I took a drive into the sprawl
To find the places we used to play
It was the loneliest day of my life
You're talking at me, but I'm still far away
Let's take a drive through the sprawl
Through these towns they built to change
And then you said "The emotions are dead"
It's no wonder that you feel so estranged
The cops shone their lights
On the reflectors of our bikes
Said "Do you kids know what time it is?"
Well, sir, it's the first time I felt like something is mine
Like I have something to give
The last defender of the sprawl
Said "Well, where do you kids live?"
Well, sir, if you only knew what the answer's worth
Been searching every corner of the earth...
He's keeping busy, yeah, he's bleeding stones
With his machinations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice that says that we're all basically alone
Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions when he
Put his Bunsen burners all away
And turning to a playground in a Petri dish
Where single cells would swing their fists at anything that looks like easy prey
In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say
We were all basically alone
And despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness is just a case of mitosis
And why do some show no mercy while others are painfully shy?
Tell me doctor, can you quantify?
He just wants to know the reason why
The reason why
Why do they congregate in groups of four,
Scatter like a billion spores and let the wind just carry them away?
How can kids be so mean?
Our famous doctor tried to glean as he went home at the end of the day
In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say
We were all basically alone
Despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness is just a case of mitosis
Sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis
And why do some show no mercy while others are painfully shy?
Tell me doctor, can you quantify
The reason why?
Don stepped outside
It feels good to be alone
He wished he was drunk
He thought about something he said
And how stupid it had sounded
He should forget about it
He decided to piss, but he couldn't
(A plane passes silently overhead)
The streetlights, and the buds on the trees, were still
It finally came, he took a deep breath
It made him feel strong, and determined
To go back inside
The light
Their backs
The conversations
The couples, romancing, so natural
His friends stare
With eyes like the heads of nails
The others
Glances
With amusement
With evasion
With contempt
So distant
With malice
For being a sty in their engagement
Like swimming underwater in the darkness
Like walking through an empty house
Speaking to an imaginary audience
And being watched from outside by
Someone without a key
He could not dance to anything
Don left
And drove
And howled
And laughed
At himself
He felt he knew what that was
Don woke up
And looked at the night before
He knew what he had to do
He was responsible
In the mirror
He saw his friend
All the rowboats in the paintings
They keep trying to row away
And the captains' worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They'll keep hanging in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
Hear them whispering French and German
Dutch, Italian, and Latin
When no one's looking I fetch a sculpture
Marble, gold, and soft as satin
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing
First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price you pay and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs
They're just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing
They will stay there in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price you pay and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
They will stay there forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
Ik geloof dat het een cover is, maar ik kan het origineel nergens vinden en dit is hoe dan ook een heel goede uitvoering.
Oke, eentje dan die wel te begrijpen is en heel mooi (vind ik)
Faun Fables - Live Old
Time will slow you down
If you're lucky
A chance to be ground
Into the earth
The wind playing with your sands
Before you leave this land
Impatience kills good chance
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Better not count on winning
There may be no race
Better not scorn the old
Wisdom may need a slower pace
When the pressure of youth are gone
Sing a vaster song
What mattered so much
Time seeded with it's touch
Something age brings
With invisible things
Freed from broken dreams
Grow old
Grow old
Grow old
Better not kill it in youth
You might pass through that portal
Better not count on dying
You just might be immortal
It seems a long wait
For treasure beyond the gate
And your looks and prizes aren't worth taking with you
The trumpet blares
Of youthly cares
Might obscure that view
There's more
There's more
There's more
Something age brings
With invisible things
Freed from broken dreams
Wand, what are you doing, with them bags under your eyes
Your body wrapped in blankets and your hands doubled their size
It's not like you can ride the time that flies
It ain't life and it ain't books that make you wise
It's love, simply love, Wand arise
The pictures you have painted by the moonlight in your den
All seem to bear resemblance to your dead and buried friends
It was nice to see her smile at you again
But there's no energy or money you can spend
Just love, simply love, love, love
Well there are lots of toxic people pumpin poison in your mind
They'll tell a lie on credit when the truth costs just a dime
And when you don't have the words they don't have the time
Well, that's well enough for you my friend but I'm
in love sweet love doing fine
Your crime's not in forgettin but rememberin all wrong
You touch a million wonders then cheapin them in song
But even still you're not without your charm
So let them blues just trickle down your arm
and spread love, love love wooden wand.
Ik weet alleen nooit of het de tekst is of omdat hij zo ontzettend mooi zingt.
