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Rocky Paths
Rocky paths winding round the inspiration is to be found
Following us now with sound coming from earthy ground
Keepin' up an open mind, in everyone you'll find
A part to help you climb, the walls built up by time
Never close yourself to more, learn we can, that's for sure
and it isn't hard to endure a heart that has an open door
--
Lord of Light
The elements that gather here
Upon this hill shall cast no fear
Of lines that match across the world
For travel which no man has ever heard
The moon that shines its beam so bright
Of stones that measure the silvery light
Of energy that travels here
It happens on the seventh year
From the realms beyond the sun
Here our lifetime has begun
Perhaps to die
A day shall come, we shall be as one
--
Dust of Time
Waiting in the valley of all creation
Calling out a song for the state of the nation
I am son born of father never related
Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated
Looking from the future into the past
Footprints of awareness approaching so fast
Queues of sterile mothers waiting for inspection
Populace diminished everywhere there is rejection
Dust of time caught in your eye
A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh
Rocky Paths
Rocky paths winding round the inspiration is to be found
Following us now with sound coming from earthy ground
Keepin' up an open mind, in everyone you'll find
A part to help you climb, the walls built up by time
Never close yourself to more, learn we can, that's for sure
and it isn't hard to endure a heart that has an open door
--
Lord of Light
The elements that gather here
Upon this hill shall cast no fear
Of lines that match across the world
For travel which no man has ever heard
The moon that shines its beam so bright
Of stones that measure the silvery light
Of energy that travels here
It happens on the seventh year
From the realms beyond the sun
Here our lifetime has begun
Perhaps to die
A day shall come, we shall be as one
--
Dust of Time
Waiting in the valley of all creation
Calling out a song for the state of the nation
I am son born of father never related
Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated
Looking from the future into the past
Footprints of awareness approaching so fast
Queues of sterile mothers waiting for inspection
Populace diminished everywhere there is rejection
Dust of time caught in your eye
A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh
Well, when youre sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you wont see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
Well, when youre sitting back
In your rose pink cadillac
Making bets on kentucky derby day
Ill be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the us mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
No I wont forget to put roses on your grave
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you wont see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
Well, when youre sitting back
In your rose pink cadillac
Making bets on kentucky derby day
Ill be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the us mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
No I wont forget to put roses on your grave
L
Lid 3601
Gast
The Doors - The end
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Shane McGowann
Nick Cave
Manu Chao (lekker makkelijke liedjes in t frans en spaans)
Jonathan Richman
De Kift (fraaie archaische teksten met dikke fanfare punk, stukje nederlandse folklore bij gebrek aan....)
Tom Waits
Tiger Lillies (liederen over de onderbuik van de samenleving, moord, hoeren, blasfemie, drugs, bestialiteit etc. je lacht je kapot)
De Muziekfabel van Alfred J. Kwak van meneertje Van Veen en het groot waterlands symfonie orkest onder leiding van Erik van der Wurff
Andre Manuel (die meneer van Krang en Fratsen)
Ja sjit nog wel meer maar ik blijf niet bezig
Nick Cave
Manu Chao (lekker makkelijke liedjes in t frans en spaans)
Jonathan Richman
De Kift (fraaie archaische teksten met dikke fanfare punk, stukje nederlandse folklore bij gebrek aan....)
Tom Waits
Tiger Lillies (liederen over de onderbuik van de samenleving, moord, hoeren, blasfemie, drugs, bestialiteit etc. je lacht je kapot)
De Muziekfabel van Alfred J. Kwak van meneertje Van Veen en het groot waterlands symfonie orkest onder leiding van Erik van der Wurff
Andre Manuel (die meneer van Krang en Fratsen)
Ja sjit nog wel meer maar ik blijf niet bezig
***Star_System***
Bewuste gebruiker
Neuroticfish 
Patta_freak
Newbie
Face young
I've been wandering East of Eden
Been lost, cold, lonesome as a sparrow in the rain
I found myself tumbling to a sinking feeling
When someone said I done gone wrong
Couldn't feel no shame
I'll be leaving town on the very next train
You can wait for me little girl
But I won't be coming this way again
And it ain't nobody's business if I do
There's a slow train rumbling east of a place called Eden
Ah, the wind blowing in proud as the trees upon the plain
And a stranger's voice talked to me of liberty and freedom
Yeah, it seems like he done gone wrong again
And he wears the hat like shame
Well he tasted the fruit of another
And when his Margie, when she discovered
Said she's gonna love him ten times more
Ain't nobody's business if she do
He said "some men born rich, some men born poor
But they're rich in other ways"
Into my heart his wisdom poured
It's no good crumblin, I'm making tracks to live
When I laid my love down in the light
You should've seen all the things my shadow did
The filth and the fury, the fear and the pain
It's all disappearing now
Faster than the smoke from this old train
And it ain't nobody's business if it do
One more time: ain't nobody's business if it do
Been lost, cold, lonesome as a sparrow in the rain
I found myself tumbling to a sinking feeling
When someone said I done gone wrong
Couldn't feel no shame
I'll be leaving town on the very next train
You can wait for me little girl
But I won't be coming this way again
And it ain't nobody's business if I do
There's a slow train rumbling east of a place called Eden
Ah, the wind blowing in proud as the trees upon the plain
And a stranger's voice talked to me of liberty and freedom
Yeah, it seems like he done gone wrong again
And he wears the hat like shame
Well he tasted the fruit of another
And when his Margie, when she discovered
Said she's gonna love him ten times more
Ain't nobody's business if she do
He said "some men born rich, some men born poor
But they're rich in other ways"
Into my heart his wisdom poured
It's no good crumblin, I'm making tracks to live
When I laid my love down in the light
You should've seen all the things my shadow did
The filth and the fury, the fear and the pain
It's all disappearing now
Faster than the smoke from this old train
And it ain't nobody's business if it do
One more time: ain't nobody's business if it do
We kunnen Syd niet vergeten het natuurlijk, geniale teskten
Pink Floyd - Bike (Syd Barrett)
I've got a bike.
You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings,
and things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things.
I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front, it's red and black,
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things
I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
Pink Floyd - Bike (Syd Barrett)
I've got a bike.
You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings,
and things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things.
I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front, it's red and black,
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things
I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
Roger Daltrey schreef een rockopera? Wederom vergis je je, Roger Daltrey is altijd een van de beste zangers ooit geweest maar meer dan dat had ie niet in zich. Toevallig ben ik een zeer grote fan van The Who en Pete Townshend aanbid ik als een hogere macht van eindeloze muzikaal talent op het hoogste niveau. Een album als Quadrophenia dat hij voor het grootste deel alleen heeft gemaakt is een werk van Goddelijke perfectie. Dat is overigens een van hun rock operas, dan is er ook nog Tommy maar Quadrophenia is duidelijk de beste. Ik ben benieuwd welke jij bedoelt, ik kan je iig verzekeren dat Pete Townshend de man er achter is.
Ja, ik hou van The Who.
Ja, ik hou van The Who.
Ja, voor zover ik weet is Tommy voor het overgrote gedeelte door Daltrey geschreven. Townsend heeft Quadrophenia geschreven. Nee dit heb ik niet van wikipedia, het is mij bij mijn opvoeding ingegoten en ik vind het hier en daaronline als ik er op google.
Maar jij hebt The Who veel actiever meegemaakt. Voor mij blijft het een redelijk 'dode' band alsin; Ze zijn in mijn leven niet meer echt actief geweest.
Maar jij hebt The Who veel actiever meegemaakt. Voor mij blijft het een redelijk 'dode' band alsin; Ze zijn in mijn leven niet meer echt actief geweest.
Tommy is van Pete Townshend. het was zijn project,hij geloofde erin en heeft bijna alle nrs geschreven. Tommy heeft de groep nog dichter bij elkaar gebracht en ook anderen hebben er ideeen aan bij gedragen. bv
het idee van Tommy's holiday camp was van Keith Moon. maar zoals al gezegd is heeft Roger Daltrey dus geen nr geschreven ,wel mooi gezongen natuurlijk.
Tommy is van Pete. en als Tommy had gefaald zou de groep uit elkaar zijn gegaan...
Tommy
het idee van Tommy's holiday camp was van Keith Moon. maar zoals al gezegd is heeft Roger Daltrey dus geen nr geschreven ,wel mooi gezongen natuurlijk.
Tommy is van Pete. en als Tommy had gefaald zou de groep uit elkaar zijn gegaan...
Tommy
en zo is het..Tommy vind ik nog steeds een pracht album...maar ook quad en ander werk van The Who blijft gewoon te mooi...denk nog met plezier terug dat ik naar hun concert vorig jaar ben geweest
een andere goede tekstschrijver was natuurlijk Ian Curtis van Joy Division...
een andere goede tekstschrijver was natuurlijk Ian Curtis van Joy Division...
BlackRobBlunt
Wijs gebruiker
Glenn Benton.
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Wijs gebruiker
I am the servant of who rules this world!Bartyo zei:BlackRobBlunt zei:
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Wijs gebruiker
Bartyo zei:Arch nemesis, of your light!Bartyo zei:I am the servant of who rules this world!BlackRobBlunt zei:
One look at me and you know he is I!
