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[Johan217]

Godley & Creme - An Englishman In New York

Demented New York athletes staggering 'round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock
Digital bathrooms drilling for furs
Surgical stockings marked his and hers
Guggenheim attitudes back to back with Jewish Baroque

No way street, no way street, no way street
Happy to see you, have a nice day

Defecting Russian dancers dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red from the land of blue rinse
They boggle at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes, the breaking of legs
Don't shoot 'till you see the whites of their eggs
The pink fillet mignon looks black on the negs

Strange apparatus, you've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme
Street alligators, big Anglophile will navigate us through a change of style

I came, I saw, what manner of beast is this?
New York, you talk a little bit left of centre
A scream, a shout
New York is throwing its weight about

Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye
The stronger the wood, the straighter the arrow
Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queuing for sleaze
"Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners and no amputees"

Sexual athlete applies for audition
Willing to make it in any position
Just one of the extras with blood on their faces
In snow-white and the seven basket cases
I'm happy and dopey and dirty in places

No way street, no way street, no way street
Lock up your daughters, Avon crawling

Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rock
Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitsch of a crucifix clock
Two miniature romans, running on rails appear every hour and bang in the nails
I've got to have it, Christ, I gotta be the first on our block

Disturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the news
They're picketing synagogues and claiming that Hitler was King of the Jews
Caught in the tunnel, an ambulance howls
A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls
Ssshh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels

Strange apparatus, you've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme
Street alligators, big Anglophile will navigate us through a change of style
Strange apparatus, you've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme

Walk talk, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye
The stronger the wood, the straighter the arrow

No way street, no way street, no way street, no way street
No way street, no way street, no way street, no way street

[Johan217]

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The Sparks - This Town Ain't Big Enough For Both Of Us

Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonight
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants and tacky tigers
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave

Flying domestic flying
And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear
Heartbeat increasing heartbeat
You are a khaki-coloured bombadier it's Hiroshima that you're nearing
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave

Daily, except for Sunday
You dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her each day
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
As twenty cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like you do
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave

Shower, another shower
You've got to look your best for her and be clean everywhere
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
The rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets cannot cut you down
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave

Census, the latest census
There'll be more girls who live in town though not enough to go round
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You know that:
This town isn't big enough,
not big enough for both of us
This town isn't big enough,
not big enough for both of us
And I ain't gonna leave

[giserke]

Killing In The Name"

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

[Johan217]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Derk de Tweede

In het Nederlands:Boudewijn de groot op tekst van Lennaert Nijgh.


Hij staat in de sneeuw aan de poort van de stad
en prikt de dagen van december op zijn hoed.
Hij fluit zijn pluchen lapjeskat
want hij heeft last van muizenissen
die nesten maken in zijn baard.

Best mooi allemaal, maar waar gaat het in hemelsnaam over?

Doe mij maar dit:

Ik zat met een Bacardi-cola aan de bar
Toen zag ik haar komen
En ik viel van mijn stoel
Want de bliksem sloeg in bij mij

Ik zei adios tegen mijn vrienden
Heb alles met haar doorgenomen
Wat onze mama's hadden verteld
Over het bloemetje en de bij

Oh, Angeline m'n blonde seksmachine
In Benidorm aan de Middellandse Zee
Oh, Angeline m'n blonde seksmachine
Brigitte Bardot telde al niet meer mee
En ieder riep oe, oe, oe, ole

Zes Cubalibres verder ging haar hartje voor mij open
En nog wat meer want de hitte was enorm
En we gingen naar haar kamer
Want daar zou het koeler wezen
De airconditioning is oké daar ginds in Benidorm

En waar je heen mag gaan, amigo
Naar Spanje of de Lago Majore
Een Angeline blijft nooit trouw
Oh, vergeet het maar
Ik was snel door al mijn pesetas
En toen heb ik haar weer verloren
Aan een lelijke vent uit Rome
Maar in een dure Jaguar

Oh, Angeline m'n blonde seksmachine
In Benidorm aan de Middellandse Zee
Oh, Angeline m'n blonde seksmachine
Brigitte Bardot telde al niet meer mee
En ieder riep oe, oe, oe, olè

Angeline, oh, Angeline oh, Angeline

[Derk de Tweede]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30zVmpuI3nA

HET - HE HE KEJJE NAGAAN
(B. Bouber)
Fontana 278 123 YF

Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
En als ik jou niet had
Dan had ik pech gehad
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan

Er gaat geen dag voorbij
Of ik ben zo blij
Zo reuze blij
Zo blij dat jij voor mij
Een ei ... bakt

Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
En als ik jou niet had
Dan had ik pech gehad
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan

Ik kan niet buiten jou
Omdat ik van je hou
Zo van je hou
Ik blijf je trouw
Als je nou even gauw
Een kabeljauw ... bakt

Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
En als ik jou niet had
Dan had ik pech gehad
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan

Alsof ik in de hemel was
Zo voelde ik mij in m'n sas
Toen jij m'n picknickglas
M'n picknickdas
M'n picknickjas
In die picknickplas
Tussen het picknickgras ... kwakte

Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan
En als ik jou niet had
Dan had ik pech gehad
Hé, hé, kejje nagaan

[Derk de Tweede]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kn7tNVY2bg

Baby, ik hou van jou
baby, ik hou van jou
baby, ik hou van jou
baby, ik hou van jou
Maar alleen op het kerkhof
Mijn schoenen zijn zwart
En mijn hoge hoed is zwart
En mijn kostuum is zwart
En mijn nagels
Zelfs mijn ziel is zwart
Maar dat komt omdat mijn vader
M'n vader is een doodgraver
En mijn moeder is een doodgraafster
En mijn broers en mijn zusters
En mijn ooms en tantes zitten allemaal in het vak
Mijn hele familie graaft dood
Baby, ik hou van jou
Baby, kijk niet zo verward
je blik gaat dwars door mijn hart
Oh ik verga van smart
Wie de koek krijgt, wie de gard
En ik loop al jaren klaar voor de start, af
Oh baby, kijk toch niet zo verward

Baby ik hou van jou

[Libro]

Birdy - People help the people

God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
Guess he kissed the girls and made them cry
Those hard-faced queens of misadventure
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
Fiery throng of muted angels giving love but
getting nothing back


People help the people
And if you're homesick, give me your hand I'll hold it
People help the people
Nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away


God knows what is hiding in this world of little consequence
Behind the tears, inside the lies, a thousand slowly
dying sunsets
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
Guess that loneliness came knocking, no one needs to be alone, oh save me

People help the people
And if you're homesick, give me your hand I'll hold it
People help the people
Nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away


Nah nah nah...

Nah nah nah...

People help the people
And if you're homesick, give me your hand I'll hold it
People help the people
Nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away

[Libro]

Absoluut geen idee waar dit over gaat, maar het nummer is (zoals de Engelsen het zo mooi zeggen) "mesmerizing".

Oscar And The Wolf-Princes
And I don't know what you're gonna do
Don't know about me
One, two, three, let's go
So tell me when you want me to
So get around me

So run for the gold
Run for the money
Run for the infinity
We'll never return and be free
'bout every time I come around there's too many little things they know about us
No, I can't play

And I don't wanna be your friend, babe
There's no other way
I'm the one so baby don't pretend
And I don't wanna make it bad so
There's no other way
I don't want you to make me mad

Got my boys in the water
Got my girls spending overtime
Got my boys in the water, Got my boys in the water
Got my boys in the water
Got my girls spending overtime
Got my boys in the water, Got my boys in the water

Then we fall in the replay
For the night calling
Where princes rule the world
The party ain't jumpin'
But we should get lost before you

So run for the gold
Run for the money
Run for the infinity
We'll never return and be free
'bout every time I come around there's too many little things they know about us
No, I can't play

And I don't wanna be your friend, babe
There's no other way
I'm the one so baby don't pretend
And I don't wanna make it bad so
There's no other way
I don't want you to make me mad

Got my boys in the water
Got my girls spending overtime
Got my boys in the water, Got my boys in the water
Got my boys in the water
Got my girls spending overtime
Got my boys in the water, Got my boys in the water

[Xenophon]

"Traitor"

You stand accused of treason, you offer no good reason
You are a bloody liar, yours is the stake the fire,
You say you are innocent, but you be caught and spent
And now you pay the price, for avarice, your vice
Intrigue your sole desire, you sold your wife, your child
You sell your oldest friends, you sold your countrymen
And yet we know your name, traitor, traitor

And now your face is shown, and so your fate is known,
We have discovered you, we have uncovered you,
You say you were led astray, fall on your knees and pray,
Pity is not for you, we'll make things hot for you,
Our hearts we make to harden, for you there is no pardon,
For you the spike awaits, upon the traitors gate,
And crows will eat your eyes, traitor, traitor

Delight we find in you, as we are binding you,
You look in vain for friends, you only find revenge
We give you blood and steel, we break you on the wheel
The ones you hope to sell, will send you straight to hell,
As we dismember you, we shall remember you,
You are abomination, you that betray the nation
You shall take long to die, traitor, traitor!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZjtiInQp6s

[geertvdb]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door manta

"belgische" inzending voor het songfestival...

Rendez Vous
maar de maat is vol en mn kop is toe
Rendez Vous
maar de maat is vol en mn kop is toe
Rendez Vous
Rendez Vous
Rendez Vous
maar de maat is vol
Rendez Vous
maar de maat is vol en mn kop is toe
Rendez Vous
maar de maat is vol en mn kop is toe
Rendez Vous
Rendez Vous
Rendez Vous
maar de maat is vol
Rendez Vous
maar de maat is vol en mn kop is toe

Ik herinner mij die uitzending van Eurosong nog ...

[geertvdb]

Celluloid Heroes van de Kinks is mijne favoriet

[Libro]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door geertvdb

Ik herinner mij die uitzending van Eurosong nog ...

Ik herinner me vooral het boegeroep iedere keer als Zaki een stem voor Pas de Deux bekendmaakte en de zaal die achteraf leegliep terwijl Pas de Deux zijn overwinningsoptreden gaf.

[geertvdb]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Libro

Ik herinner me vooral het boegeroep iedere keer als Zaki een stem voor Pas de Deux bekendmaakte en de zaal die achteraf leegliep terwijl Pas de Deux zijn overwinningsoptreden gaf.

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