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zaterdag 18 december 2010 om 20:30
Us and Them
(Waters, Wright) 7:40
Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.
"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
(Waters, Wright) 7:40
Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.
"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
maandag 20 december 2010 om 15:52
Wiekent!
Leef, leef je leven zoals jij dat wilt
Maar laat me wel met rust als het niet lukt
Geef, ja dat deed ik maar jij gaf niets terug
Nee, ik stop want je leeft mij iets te vlug
Ach ik luister nu niet meer
't Is toch hetzelfde keer op keer
Ga maar weg ik leg me er bij neer
Al jouw woorden zijn te veel
Wat jij brak maakte ik heel
Maar dat is nu niet meer nodig
't Is nu echt de laatste keer
Want jij haatte mij steeds meer
Echt je bent hier overbodig
Door jouw ben ik mijn vrienden kwijt
Dus het is de hoogste tijd
Dat je weg gaat ver van mij
Jij dacht dat dit niet gebeuren kon
Toen je me zag en overwon
Maar m'n ogen gingen open
Koud, ja de wereld is koud om je heen
Zo hard en gevoelloos als een steen
Ik voelde mij in die wereld niet thuis
Ik miste zoveel warmte in m'n huis
Je laat nu niet eens een traan
Terwijl ik jou zomaar laat gaan
Nee, ik kies niet voor zo'n koud bestaan
Lailalala etc
Door jouw ben ik mijn vrienden kwijt
Dus het is de hoogste tijd
Dat je weg gaat ver van mij
Jij dacht dat dit niet gebeuren kon
Toen je me zag en overwon
Maar m'n ogen gingen open
Leef, leef je leven zoals jij dat wilt
Maar laat me wel met rust als het niet lukt
Geef, ja dat deed ik maar jij gaf niets terug
Nee, ik stop want je leeft mij iets te vlug
Ach ik luister nu niet meer
't Is toch hetzelfde keer op keer
Ga maar weg ik leg me er bij neer
Al jouw woorden zijn te veel
Wat jij brak maakte ik heel
Maar dat is nu niet meer nodig
't Is nu echt de laatste keer
Want jij haatte mij steeds meer
Echt je bent hier overbodig
Door jouw ben ik mijn vrienden kwijt
Dus het is de hoogste tijd
Dat je weg gaat ver van mij
Jij dacht dat dit niet gebeuren kon
Toen je me zag en overwon
Maar m'n ogen gingen open
Koud, ja de wereld is koud om je heen
Zo hard en gevoelloos als een steen
Ik voelde mij in die wereld niet thuis
Ik miste zoveel warmte in m'n huis
Je laat nu niet eens een traan
Terwijl ik jou zomaar laat gaan
Nee, ik kies niet voor zo'n koud bestaan
Lailalala etc
Door jouw ben ik mijn vrienden kwijt
Dus het is de hoogste tijd
Dat je weg gaat ver van mij
Jij dacht dat dit niet gebeuren kon
Toen je me zag en overwon
Maar m'n ogen gingen open
anoniem_111379 wijzigde dit bericht op 20-12-2010 15:53
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dinsdag 21 december 2010 om 17:03
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say “what did you do with him today?”,
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
’Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say “when we married”,
'cause you're not bitter,
”There'll be none of him no more,”
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice likkle carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say “what did you do with him today?”,
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
’Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say “when we married”,
'cause you're not bitter,
”There'll be none of him no more,”
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice likkle carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good