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Julio Undefined 27 berichten Mijn favoriete songtekst, door Jeff Buckley:
How many times have you heard someone say
If I had money, I would do things my way
But little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
A friend, when you're lonely or peace to your soul
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind
When my life is over and my time has run out
My friends and my loved ones, I'll leave them no doubt
But, one thing's for certain, when it comes my time
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
Peace! Julio |
Anonymous Undefined 65739 berichten |
Anonymous Undefined 65739 berichten Mooie tekst, heel erg mooi!!!!!! Julio
Het nummer waar ik elke keer dikke kippevel van krijg (de tekst in combinatie met de geweldige stem van zangeres Amy Lee) is van de Amerikaanse band EVANESCENCE, en heet FIELD OF INNOCENCE:
I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything
[Latin hymn:]
Iesu, Rex admirabilis
Et triumphator nobilis,
Dulcedo ineffabilis,
Totus desiderabilis.
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Away
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything
I still remember.....
Jaco |
Anonymous Undefined 65739 berichten Dat zijn allebei prachtige teksten! Ik zet hier dan ook maar een liedjestekst die ik prachtig vind en eigenlijk een beetje opdraag aan de liefde van men leven. (Maar hij wil me alleen niet) Het lied is van Garbage en het heet "Crush"
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face ever place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Violate all the love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I could never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you |
pacco Undefined 538 berichten mag ik nu dan ook eens?
deze ontroert mij enorm...elke keer als ik dit lees, dan krijg ik een brok in mijn keel en de tranen schieten in mijn ogen!
His friend liked me
and mine liked him,
but we made plans to meet, to hook up one night.
I only wanted a bit of fun.
We left his friend waiting in the car
Started to drink, I don?t know what,
(Something mixed with coca cola, I remember that much)
It was strong, burned my throat.
?If I was him I would be making a move on you right now. ? he said.
?I?m cold.? I replied, and snuggled closer.
With one hand, I held his to my chest,
While my other rubbed him into an erection.
I leaned back, pulling him with me,
his mouth pressed wetly against mine,
his tongue darting in between my lips
sitting over me, sliding his fingers into me.
I stopped him there, walked back to the car,
drove to his friend's place
and fucked him hard in his friends bed,
like the dirty slut that I am.
I woke up the next morning
with bruises on my inner thighs
and a hickey on my right breast.
And my virgin boyfriend doesn?t have a clue. |
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rinse Undefined 244 berichten mooi hoor pacco.... zal ik dan ook maar eens?
you look so good when you're depressed
better even in your current state of undress
tears caressing me like rain
and i'm not even thinking, i feel fine in your pain
the coolest thing i ever saw
you were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
you were naked on the bare stone floor
you looked at me to say don't guess
i was only watching, yes i love you more undressed
is it really such a sin?
should i feel some kind of shame?
will i truly go to hell?
oh you never lock the bathroom door
should i be embarrassed when i've seen a hundred times before
how do married couples cope
should i say excuse me darling, i don't know
we could disconnect the telephone
just sit around and mess around
and tell your ma we went to rome, tennessee
and i'm not even drinking, i feel fine, it's scary
is it really such a sin?
should i feel some kind of shame?
will i truly go to hell?
oh well
the coolest thing i ever saw
you were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
you were naked on the bare stone floor
you looked at me to say don't guess
i was only watching, is it bad that i should love you best
undressed |
pacco Undefined 538 berichten mooi hoor rinse, dit ontroert mij ook heel erg...net als deze!
An itch to be scratched -
A lust unmatched -
An empty bed -
"Let's go!" she said.
And on the summer's afternoon
we loved until we saw the moon.
Exhausted, laying there exposed
upon my belly, I proposed
she scratch my back to top it off -
and soon she did, so soft, so soft.
Nails as sharp as 'Wiltshires' creep
like slugs upon a compost heap
across my sweaty skin until
I feel an itch she can't quite kill.
"Just up a bit." She hears me say.
"Down a bit...the other way.
Up a tad. You've gone askew.
Slide across a touch or two.
A little harder. Damn it! Swat it!
Keep going, yes, you've almost got it.
Listen woman, can't you tell.
You're nowhere near it. Bloody Hell!?
I fling my body in the air
and land atop the carpet bare
Grinding hard upon my back
searching for a pointy tac
to give me what I really need -
a decent scratch that makes me bleed
Bewildered, she is staring down,
as losing it, I go to town.
Raising up my back, I arch it,
slamming hard down on the carpet.
My body parts are flicking, hectic,
like I'm turning epileptic.
A book! A knife! A nice high heel!
Give me something I can feel
But suddenly, like when it reared,
my itch just vanished...disappeared.
I rose, so pleased, my love to tell
and found that she was gone as well.
The door was slammed, the lock was latched.
Our race was run...and I was scratched! |
Anonymous Undefined 65739 berichten allemaal zeeeer mooi! Nu deze:
The words have been drained from this pencil
Sweet words that I want to give you
And I can't sleep
I need to tell you
Goodnight
When we're together, I feel perfect
When I'm pulled away from you, I fall apart
All you say is sacred to me
Your eyes are so blue
I can't look away
As we lay in the stillness
You whisper to me
Amy, marry me
Promise you'll stay with me
Oh you don't have to ask me
You know you're all that I live for
You know I'd die just to hold you
Stay with you
Somehow I'll show you
That you are my night sky
I've always been right behind you
Now I'll always be right beside you
So many nights I cried myself to sleep
Now that you love me, I love myself
I never thought I would say this
I never thought there'd be
You |
vrolijke noot Undefined 319 berichten tjeetje wat wordt hier gezongen , mooi zeg, ben er stil van....
stille nootje |
Julio Undefined 27 berichten Misschien wel de allermooiste van Jeff Buckley. Helaas is Jeff niet meer, maar zijn songs en teksten zijn geweldig en blijven ontroeren;
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late |
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