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17-11-06

Lyrics - The pipettes - Pull Shapes

Dance with me pretty boy tonight
Dance with me and we'll be alright
There’s a whole floor before us, just for you and me
So follow my lead and we'll one two three
Pull shapes!

I like to Disco
I like to Rock 'n' Roll
Well I like to Hip Hop

You can do it all
Just don't let the music fall
Pull shapes!

I lead with my left hand
I stomp with my right foot
Well I just want to freak out
I just want to move
I don't care what the song's about

Dance with me pretty boy tonight
dance with me and we'll be alright
There’s a whole floor before us, just for you and me
So follow my lead and we'll one two three
Pull Shapes!

Is that a drum beat?
(Pull shapes)
And is the bass sweet?
(Pull shapes)
Well then the rhythm is complete
So get up on the floor
It's time for you to move your feet

Dance with me pretty boy tonight
Dance with me and we'll be alright
There’s a whole floor before us, just for you and me
So follow my lead and we'll one two three

What do you do when the music stops
What do you do when the music stops
What do you do when the music stops
What do you do when the music stops
Pull shapes

Clap your hands if you want some more
Pull shapes
Clap your hands if you want some more
Pull shapes
Clap your hands if you want some more
Pull shapes
Clap your hands if you want some more
Clap your hands if you want some more
Clap your hands if you want some more

Dance with me baby boy tonight
Dance with me and we'll be alright
There’s a whole floor before us, just for you and me
So follow my lead and we'll one two three
Pull shapes!

Dance with me baby boy tonight
Pull shapes
Dance with me and we'll be alright
Pull shapes
There’s a whole floor before us, just for you and me
Pull shapes
So follow my lead and we'll one two three
Pull shapes

Extra :
Interview (Goddeau)
The Pipettes on my space

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08-11-06

Lyrics - Ok Go - Here it goes again

Klik ook even op de foto voor de superleuke clip...

ok go

It could be ten, but then again, I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me with my jaw on the floor.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of the reserve.
Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the curb.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes.
Oh, here it goes.
Oh, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
Oh oh
Oh, here it goes.
Yeah, oh here it goes again.
Hey hey
Oh, here it goes.
All right!
I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me, yeah, you leave me.
Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes, here it goes.
Oh here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
but here it goes again.
Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it goes
I should have, I should have, I should have, I should have, I should have known
Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

07:56 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (3) | Tags: lyrics, ok go, here it goes again, clip |  Facebook |

28-10-06

Lyrics - Daan - The player

Klik op de foto voor de clip, de lyrics vind je hieronder...

daan-single

 

You never broke my heart
But you tried
You never broke a law
when you lied
I was a little kid, just a child
I was a lookalike running wild
For all our horses hold
For all the shots we called
Yeah it was you who made
me the player

recall
the beauty of it all
I knew I had to fall
like a player

but that was false alarm
so you said
you didn't mean no harm
faked regret
whith every bit of charm
that you had
you made me wear the arms
play the bad
I had a heart too big
I was a dog to kick
You used to care a lot
for the player

I know
you never meant to go
so why you made me show
you the player

make them break
make them cry
let'm pay for the things you hide
mak'm go
make'm stay
let'm dream for another day

I knew it all along
you treat 'm well
you're wrong
you treat 'm right they're gone
to a player

so now
you made me play the game
without a fear of shame
I'm the player

you'll never break my heart
anymore
when you wake up I'll be
out the door
and if I never find
what I need
well that's another heart
less to bleed

( Daan treedt begin December op in de AB - Brussel, tickets via abconcerts.be )

Meer postjes over Daan: klik hier.

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08-10-06

Lyrics - The Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger

Well you must be a girl with shoes like that
she said you know me well
I seen you and little steven and Joanna
Round the back of my hotel oh yeah

Someone said you was asking after me
But I know you best as a blagger
I said tell me your name is it sweet?
She said my boy it’s dagger oh yeah

I was good she was hot
Stealin' everything she got
I was bold she was over the worst of it
Gave me gear thank you dear bring yer sister over here
Let her dance with me just for the hell of it

Well you must be a boy with bones like that
She said you got me wrong
I would’ve sold them to you
If I could’ve just have kept the last of my clothes on
Call me up take me down with you
When you go I could be your regular belle
And I’ll dance for little steven and Joanna
Round the back of my hotel oh yeah

I was good she was hot
Stealin everything she got
I was bold she was over the worst of it
Gave me gear thank you dear bring yer sister over here
Let her dance with me just for the hell of it

Chelsea Chelsea I believe that when your dancing
Slowly sucking your sleeve
That all the boys get lonely after you leave
And it’s one for the Dagger and another for the one you believe

Chelsea Chelsea I believe that when your dancing
Slowly sucking your sleeve
That all the boys get lonely after you leave
And it’s one for the Dagger and another for the one you believe

22:44 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (8) | Tags: lyrics, the fratellis, chelsea dagger |  Facebook |

30-09-06

Lyrics - Lost Prophets - A town called hypocrisy

lostprophets

Voor de videoclip - klik op de foto

 

 

 

A town called hypocrisy

Can you take this broken boy?
And put the pieces back as one?
Though he has all of his toys...
He is never having fun

Because it's not enough
Now we're growing up
We are giving up
We are moving on
Because its not enough
We were growing up
We are giving up
And I won't hear what you say so...

Save your sympathy
Who do you think you're fooling?
Everything is dead!
Now you welcome me,
To a town called hypocrisy

Save your sympathy
Who do you think you're fooling?
Everything is dead!
Now you welcome me,
To a town called hypocrisy

(Town Called Hypocrisy)

Can you take this lonely girl?
I pick her up from off the ground
'cause theres no pride, to be found
When you follow sheep around
And no future here, no future
For us in this town

Because it's not enough
Now we're growing up
We are giving up
We are moving on
Because its not enough
We were growing up
We are giving up
And I won't hear what you say so...

Save your sympathy
Who do you think you're fooling?
Everything is dead!
Now you welcome me,
To a town called hypocrisy

Save your sympathy
Who do you think you're fooling?
Everything is dead!
Now you welcome me,
To a town called hypocrisy

La la la
Lalalalalalalala la la
Lalalalalalalala la la
Lalalalalalalala la la

(lalalalalalalala la la)
Because it's not enough
Now we're growing up
(lalalalalalalala la la)
We are giving up
We are moving on
(lalalalalalalala la la)
Because its not enough
We were growing up
(lalalalalalalala la la)
We are giving up
And I won't hear what you say so...

Save your sympathy
Who do you think you're fooling?
Everything is dead!
Now you welcome me,
To a town called hypocrisy

Save your sympathy
Who do you think you're fooling?
Everything is dead!
Now you welcome me,
To a town called hypocrisy

25-09-06

Lyrics - The scissor sisters - I don't feel like dancing

Zin om eens vrolijk te worden? Wel, luister dan maar eventjes naar de nieuwste single van de Scissor Sisters. Klik op de foto voor de clip en als je de tekst nog niet vanbuiten kent, hij staat hieronder. Enjoy!

Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘what ya done?’
This used to be the life but I don’t need another one.
Good luck cutting nothing, carrying on, you wear them gowns.
So how come I feel so lonely when you’re up getting down?
So I play along when I hear that special song
I’m gonna be the one who gets it right.
You better know when you’re swingings round the room
Look’s like magic’s solely yours tonight
But I don’t feel like dancings
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe, gentle sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with the one in the bed 'til dawn with you.
Cities come and cities go just like the old empires
When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile.
You got so many colours make a blind man so confused.
Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?
So I’ll just pretend that I know which way to bend
And I’m gonna tell the whole world that you’re mine.
Just please understand, when I see you clap your hands
If you stick around I’m sure that I'll be fine.
But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with the one in the bed 'til dawn with you.
You can’t make me dance too well boy. your two-step makes my chest pound.
Just lay me down as you float away into the shimmer light.
But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with the one in the bed 'til dawn with you

 

10-09-06

Lyrics - Panic! at the disco - I write sins not tragedies

Panic! at the disco - I write sins not tragedies

Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne
Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

23-08-06

Lyrics - Peter bjorn and john - young folks

if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me 

I did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no-one will surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

21:35 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (7) | Tags: young folks, lyrics, peter bjorn and john |  Facebook |

13-08-06

Pukkelpop - Orson

Nog zo'n must see: Orson. Niet echt bekend? dan moet je maar eens luisteren naar No Tomorrow, de meest gedownloade single ooit op itunes. Klik op de foto voor de video en wie er een link weet naar de mp3, altijd welkom...

Lyrics:

Let’s go to a rave and behave
like we’re tripping simply ’cause
we’re so in love

funny hat
shiny pants
all we need for some romance
go get dolled up and I’ll pick you up

there’s no line for you and me cuz tonight
we’re v.i.p.
I know somebody at the door
I see that twinkle in your eye
you shake your ass and I just die
let’s check our coats
and move out to the floor

when I’m dancing with you
tomorrow doesn’t matter
turn the music up
til the windows start to shatter
cuz you’re the only one who can get me on my feet
and I can’t even dance

look at me
silly me
I’m as happy as could be
I have a girl who thinks I rock
and tomorrow there’s no school
so let’s go drink some more red bull
and not get home til about
6 o clock

when I’m dancing with you
tomorrow doesn’t matter
turn the music up
til the windows start to shatter
cuz you’re the only one who can get me on my feet
and I can’t even dance

everybody here is staring
at the outfit that you’re wearing
love it when they check you out
cover’s only 20 bucks
and even if the dj sucks
it’s time to turn this mother out

when we’re together
when we’re together
there’s no tomorrow
there’s no tomorrow
there’s no one in the world
but you and me
just you and me
you and me

00:51 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (2) | Tags: lyrics, orson, no tomorrow, pukkelpop |  Facebook |

06-08-06

LYRICS - The kooks - Naieve

I'm not saying it was your fault
Although you could have done more

Oh you're so naive yet so

How could this be done
Your such a smiling sweetheart
Oh and your sweet and pretty face
In such an ugly way
Something so beautiful
That everytime I look inside

I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false it may be
She's still out to get me

I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false it may be
She's still out to get me

I may say it was your fault
Cause I know you could have done more

Oh you're so naive yet so

How could this be done
By such a smiling sweetheart
Oh and your sweet and pretty face
In such an ugly way something so beautiful
Everytime I look inside

I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false it may be
She's still out to get me

I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false it may be
She's still out to get me

How could this be done
By such a smiling sweetheart

Oh you're so naive yet so

Such an ugly thing
Someone so beautiful
And everytime you're on his side

I know she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false it maybe be she's still out to get me

22:24 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (1) | Tags: naieve, lyrics, the kooks, naive, cooks |  Facebook |

03-08-06

EXTRA - Lily Allen

Ze is mooi en ze kan zingen... Meteen de belangrijkste redenen van haar succes. Ik heb het over Lily Allen, die met haar debuutsingle Smile een heuse hit scoort.

Het is een zangeres met een verleden: ze groeide eenzaam op (door het vele verhuizen) en stortte zich daarom op muziek en literatuur, met een voorliefde voor onderwerpen als de Tweede Wereldoorlog. Maar daar gaan haar liedjes niet over, nee ze zijn een weerslag van haar blik op de realiteit. Klagen wilt ze niet en dus klinkt het allemaal vrij vrolijk. Vandaar ook de vergelijking met Justin Timberlakes "Justified".

Meer weten? Dan zou ik zeker eens surfen naar haar persoonlijke site, je vindt er mp3s, reviews, foto's en nog interessanter: een blogje. Maakt het geheel al een stuk persoonlijker, niet? Ze heeft er in ieder geval een fan bij!!!

Lyrics - Smile
When you first left me I was wanting more
But you were doing that girl next door, what ja do that for
When you first left me I didn't know what to say
I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day

I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found a light in the tunnel at the end
Now you're calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
And it's only because you're feeling alone

At first when I see you cry,
yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile
At worst I feel bad for a while,
but then I just smile I go ahead and smile

Whenever you see me you say that you want me back
And I tell you it don't mean jack, no it don't mean jack
I couldn't stop laughing, no I just could help myself
See you messed up my mental health I was quite unwell

I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found a light in the tunnel at the end
Now you're calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
And it's only because you're feeling alone

23:26 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (5) | Tags: lily allen, allen, smile, lyrics, link, info |  Facebook |

08-06-06

Island in the sun

Tot over een paar weken !!! Holiday time...

When you're on a holiday
You can't find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

When you're on a golden sea
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore

00:01 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (0) | Tags: weezer, island in the sun, lyrics |  Facebook |

05-06-06

LYRICS - Neil Young - Let's impeach the president

Zelden zo'n verregaande protestplaat gehoord als Neil Young's "Living with war". Het moet al sinds de roerige jaren 60 geleden zijn dat er zo'n hevige reaktie kwam tegen het beleid van de amerikaanse regering. Het is duidelijk dat "let's impeach the president" werd opgenomen in een vlaag van razernij. De lyrics:

Let’s impeach the president for lying
And leading our country into war
Abusing all the power that we gave him
And shipping all our money out the door

He’s the man who hired all the criminals
The White House shadows who hide behind closed doors
And bend the facts to fit with their new stories
Of why we have to send our men to war

Let’s impeach the president for spying
On citizens inside their own homes
Breaking every law in the country
By tapping our computers and telephones

What if Al Qaeda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way
Sheltered by our government’s protection
Or was someone just not home that day?

Let’s impeach the president
For hijacking our religion and using it to get elected
Dividing our country into colors
And still leaving black people neglected

Thank god he’s cracking down on steroids
Since he sold his old baseball team
There’s lot of people looking at big trouble
But of course the president is clean

Thank God

23-05-06

LYRICS - Lordi - Hard Rock Hallelujah

The saints are crippled
On this sinners' night
Lost are the lambs with no guiding light

The walls come down like thunder
The rocks about to roll
It's The Arockalypse
Now bare your soul

All we need is lightning
With power and might
Striking down the prophets of false
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe

Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God's creation supernatural high

The true believers
Thou shall be saved
Brothers and sisters keep strong in the faith
On the day of Rockoning
It's who dares, wins
You will see the jokers soon'll be the new kings

All we need is lightning
With power and might
Striking down the prophets of false
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe

Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God's creation supernatural high

Wings on my back
I got horns on my head
My fangs are sharp
And my eyes are red
Not quite an angel
The one that fell
Now choose to join us or go straight to Hell

Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!

Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock 'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God's creation supernatural high

Hard Rock Hallelujah!

18:05 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (5) | Tags: lyrics, lordi, hard rock hallelujah |  Facebook |

16-05-06

LYRICS - Pearl Jam - last kiss

Een liedje wat bij mij steeds weer traantjes doet vloeien is "last kiss" van Pearl Jam.  De song is een cover van Frank Wilson, maar Eddy Vedder zingt het op zo'n in-trieste manier, dat het je elke keer enorm raakt. Als je deze emotievolle song hoort, dan voel je de pijn door je heen gaan.  Het doet me steeds weer terugdenken aan het moment dat ik mijn auto tegen een boom parkeerde en mijn kindje verloor... zucht.
"What really makes this song that dark is the fact that the guy feels responsible for the accident, as well as missing her completely. Just the thought of killing the one you love is a horrible thought."

[Chorus]
Oh where oh where can my baby be
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven soI got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world

We were out on a date in my daddy's car
We hadn't driven very far
There in the road straight up ahead
A car was stalled the engine was dead
I couldn't stop so I swerved to the right
I'll never forget the sound that night
The screaming tires the busting glass
The painful scream that I heard last

[Chorus]

WHen I woke up the rain was pouring down
There were people standing all around
Somethign warm flowing through my eyes
But somehow I found my baby that night
I lifted her head she looked at me and said
Hold me darling just a little while
I held her close I kissed her our last kiss
I found the love that I knew i have missed
Well now she's gone even though I hold her tight
I lost my love my life that night

[Chorus]

The story behind this song:
( bron : http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=14&offset=5... )
Sixteen-year-old Jeanette Clark was out on a date in Barnesville, Georgia on December 22, 1962, the Saturday before Christmas. She was with a group of friends in a '54 Chevrolet. J. L. Hancock, also sixteen, was driving the car in heavy traffic and while traveling on Highway 341, collided with a trailer truck. Jeanette, the driver and another teenager were killed, and two other teens in the car were seriously injured. Most had been students at Gordon Military College. It was a terribly gory accident and provoked an intense reaction in Barnesville.

Living about fifteen miles away in an old shack for which he was paying $20 a month rent was Wayne Cochran, a white R&B singer and composer. Wayne saw accident after accident on the busy stretch of highway on which he lived. He had written a song about all the accidents and left it unfinished, until he heard about the tragedy in Barnesville. He completed the song and dedicated it to the memory of Jeanette Clark. He called it "Last Kiss".

Wayne sang the song locally, and when people liked it, he recorded it for the small Gala Records label. It caught on in Georgia, and Wayne tried to promote sales of the record the only way he knew how. He loaded a bunch of 45's in the trunk of his car and went around selling them. It was not very effective. He later recorded the song for another record label, but the owner wouldn't promote it.
A recording executive in Fort Worth, Texas, Major Bill Smith (who had produced Bruce Channel's Hey! Baby and Paul and Paula's Hey Paula) heard it and liked the song. Major Bill Smith had a group in Fort Worth who were with his Josie label. This group, called the Cavaliers, had formed in San Angelo, Texas and consisted of Phil Trunzo, Bobby Woods, Jerry Graham, and George Croyle. Major Bill paired them with a twenty-two-year-old singer from Lufkin, Texas named John Frank Wilson. The record was released as Last Kiss, by J. Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers, on the Josie label. It entered the charts in September, 1964 and was a huge success, reaching #2 on the Billboard Top 40 charts.
J. Frank Wilson was born in 1941 in Lufkin, Texas and had worked as a hospital orderly. He was in a terrible automobile accident himself in Ohio some time after Last Kiss became a hit. Wilson died in Lufkin in 1991.
Major Bill Smith also died in the 90's.
Wayne Cochran, who performed on Jackie Gleason's television show in Miami in the 60's, is now a preacher.

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19-04-06

LYRICS - Body count - KKK bitch

Ik ben opgegroeid in n periode dat Body Count cool was. Ik weet nog dat ik bijna elk liedje uit het hoofd kon meebrullen. Vooral de fuck you's vonden we als kleine tiener fantastisch. Mijn favoriet nummer: KKK bitch.

Aw yeah, what’s up out there? bc’s in the house. right
About now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know
What I’m sayin’, this is a body count love story check out
The lyrics, you know, I’m a tell you ’bout what happened
When we went down south last year on tour.

Out on tour yo, I been all around the world
Went to georgia, met this fine-assed white girl,
Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs,
The kinda girl that would knock out most guys.
She got wild in the backstage bathroom,
Sucked my dick like a muthafuckin’ vacuum,
Said ’i love you, but my daddy don’t play,
He’s the fuckin’ grand wizard of the kkk.’

I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I i love my kkk bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

You know what I’m sayin’. so we was down south fallin’ in
Love, you know, d-roc had this nazi girl, my man
Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with tipper gore’s
Two twelve year old nieces. it was wild, you know what i’m
Sayin’, it got even worse, you know.

So one night they took us to a meetin’
White sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin’
There was skinheads, nazi’s and crazies,
Talkin’ ’bout black people pushin’ up daisies.
They hated blacks, jews, puerto ricans,
Mexicans, chinese, even the indians.
We had our hoods on,
We were slick
She pushed her butt up hard against my dick.
Then her daddy jumped on the stage
Talkin’ ’bout killin’ in a goddamn rage.
I got mad, my dick got hard
Entered in her ass
She said, ’oh my god!’

I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I i love my kkk bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

So what we really tryin’ to say is body count loves
Everybody. we love mexican girls, black girls, oriental girls,
It really don’t matter. if you from mars, and you got a pussy,
We will fuck you. you know, that’s all we’re sayin’, word.

So every year when body count comes around
We throw an orgy in every little southern town.
Kkk’s, skinheads, and nazi
Girls break their necks
To get to the party.
It ain’t like their men can’t nut,
Their dick’s too little
And they just can’t fuck.
So we get buck wild with the white freaks
We show them how to really work the white sheets.
I know her daddy’ll really be after me,
When his grandson’s named little ice-t.

I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I i love my kkk bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

 

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12-04-06

LYRICS - The last farewell

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

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08-04-06

LYRICS - Stash - Sadness

You said times with me were lots of fun
But now funny just ain’t what you want
Yeah my girl, ain’t that just a little strange
There were times you’d rather die than leave
Now you say: hold on a second here
yeah my love ain’t it all just a little strange
When you say: just hold on a second here

Better times are moving up ahead
And all sorrow is gone for good
Hey my girl, why don’t you just let it flow
All this time I tried to figure out
Just what it takes to live on your cloud
yeah my love, I guess I misunderstood
When you said; just hold on a second here

If sadness is a colour, then it’s blue just like your eyes
And sorrow can be all over you but it will never tear me down

Better times are moving up ahead
And all sorrow is gone for good
But hey my love, I guess I misunderstood

If sadness is a colour then it’s blue just like your eyes
And sorrow can be all over you but it will never tear me down If sadness is a colour then it’s blue just like your eyes
And sorrow can be all over you but it will never tear me down

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17-03-06

LYRICS - Bloodhound Gang - Water Fire Burn

Als soldaat heb je het best moeilijk om mensen te doden, ook al zijn het je vijanden. Wel, amerikaanse tank-officieren hebben er tijdens de laatste golfoorlog iets op gevonden. Ze zochten een gepaste "soundtrack" en kwamen in de meeste gevallen bij "Fire Water Burn" van the Bloodhound Gang terecht. De achterliggende gedachte: muziek zet aan tot doden. Vergezocht? Wel, stel je dan dit voor: je zit in je tankje, iemand zingt de hele tijd "Burn motherfucker burn"... De werkelijkheid vervaagt en maakt plaats voor een playstation-wereldje. Een fictieve wereld waarin het makkelijk doden is. Je knalt zoveel mogelijk mensen af en .... als je je ogen sluit, zie je in de rechterbovenhoek een cijfer staan. Je score. No-one cares, want het is toch maar fictie, niet? Burn motherfucker burn.

 

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my ho 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as Kid Funky Fried
Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always strokin' my own Wookiee
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me Cookie

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Yo yo this hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the Devil is six than that must make me seven
This honky's gone to heaven
But if I go to hell well then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis 'cause he's the Anti-Christ

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Everybody here we go ( 4 x's )
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Throw your hands in the air
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Wave 'em like you don't care
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody say ho
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody here we go

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04-02-06

LYRICS - Neil Young - Powderfinger

Neil Young is een verteller... maar niet zomaar een: hij gebruik fragmenten en beeldspraak om een hele song te schetsen. Het levert prachtige lyrics op, maar zorgt dikwijls voor onduidelijkheden. Zeker als je weet dat Neil zelf niks lost over de betekenis van zijn liedjes.

Veel mensen wagen zich aan uitgebreide analyses, maar hoe meer je erover gaat nadenken, des te meer onrecht doe je het liedje aan.

... But you know… the more I put these thoughts into words and concrete interpretations, the more I think that perhaps in a way this kills the song. After all, I think many of us probably respond to Powderfinger because of the fact that the lyric is such a mystery, and is set up in such a way that it each line allows maybe two or three different images or beginnings of interpretations to flicker there just at the edges of our perception, without ever allowing themselves to be pinned down entirely. In that vein, perhaps it’s actually best to forget every word of what I just wrote. ("Oh sure, NOW he tells us!")

Neem nu Powderfinger. Volgens de ene gewoon een verhaal, volgens anderen een lied met een heleboel verdoken boodschappen. Voor wie het allemaal wil nalezen, heb ik hier de lyrics en verder ook de hele songanalyse.

Goed, als je het letterlijk opvat, gaat het hier om het verhaal van een jongetje (heel alleen want al zijn familieleden zijn allemaal weg) dat geconfronteerd wordt met een vreemde witte boot die de rivier komt opvaren.

In any case, the kid is basically alone, the authorities are bearing down on the homestead, and it’s up to the kid to decide what to do. So, after a few moments watching the boat get closer, knowing he has to do something, he grabs the rifle, and takes up a position on the dock. His father’s words are replaying in his head (with the phrase “red means run, son” perhaps even suggesting that it’s entirely the kid’s decision to take up arms against the authorities, and not him merely carrying out his father’s wishes, that maybe his father had actually advised him to run if the cops ever showed up) but clearly the heart of what his father taught him about how to deal with the authorities (or at least what the kid took away from what his father taught him) is wrapped up in the reassuring feel of that rifle in the kid’s hands.
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Het eerste deel van het lied schetst wat er gebeurt (vreemde boot op de rivier, kind grijpt geweer en wordt neergeschoten), het tweede deel is een soort nabeschouwing. Een soort: WAAROM toch allemaal? Het kind heeft nog een heel leven voor de boeg, so much left undone enne... wat zal er van het meisje worden dat alleen achterblijft? I know I ll miss her

Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.

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