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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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29-03-06

LYRICS - Sweet coffee - Lost in tears

Couldn't help listening to your brother
All the time I was right behind the corner
It was hard hearing the things you said
I can't forgive the things - hard to forget
How could we apart so far from the question
Now I'll know I know all the answers
A hard way to find out what you feel
Now a wall of trust is coming down on me

Lost in tears
Lost in faith
Seems like I'm lost and amazed
Lost in tears
Lost in faith
Seems like you've lost inner grace
(Lost in tears)
(Lost in faith)

How couldn't we speak to one another
It hurts the most coming from your brother
Was it declare that I've find your jealousy
How could our friendship turn into envy
Now you say you didn't mean the things you said
I hope that time coming from someone there
Does it still matter you where just a shallow fear
Harder and hard, untill you be with me

(lost in tears)
(lost in faith)

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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.

23:03 Gepost door Epic in Lyrics | Permalink | Commentaren (2) | Tags: lyrics, neil young, young, powderfinger |  Facebook |

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