mooie teksten, lyrics, gedichten, quote's

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
Another song of freedom
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the pool.

Won't you help to sing
Another song of freedom-
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.
Won't you have to sing
Another song of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

 

As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower, it's odd and it's strange.
The butterfly can transform it's world.
And give way to new beginnings, unfurled,
It is the keeper of transformation,
And flies on faith and imagination.
The butterfly as no fear of change,
It bravely escapes it's homemade cage.
To change, it knows is necessary,
For all the burdens we need not carry.
The butterfly soars, and merrily sings,
For, without change, it could never grow wings.



I came..out of the cocoon..and flew away..
and..I was free..like a gypsie..
Tiger

 

het hart klopt, het hart klopt.
klopt het niet, klopt het niet.
klopt het, klopt het.

 

Då har nån annan tagit din stol
det vet du inte av
du känner varken regn eller sol
ner' i din mörka grav


Een ander heeft je stoel ingepikt.
Jij weet er niks van af.
Je kent regen nog zon.
Daar in je donkere graf.


(tenmiste, als mijn Zweeds nog een beetje okay is )

 

In Zweeds klinkt zelfs de domste tekst vet mooi.

 

Exactly!!!
Das nou net wat ik duidelijk wilde maken

 

Ach Lisa..ja..Svens er Svensk..jovisst..absolut
eigenlijk hoor ik nog liever Leidsch dialect
oh..bit off topic..
I'm gonna post some crazy bike video here...
If you ever not hear from Tiger anymore:H
I've missed one of these damn curves...
NO..would be a pity..NO..
http://users.telenet.be/gert_pollares/filmkes/Viande1.wmv
Tiger

 

Ik zie niets meer
En hoor alleen je stem

In het donker, hand in hand
Je fluistert in m'n oor
Hoeveel je van me houdt
En daar doe ik het dan voor

Ik zie niets meer
En hoor alleen je stem

In het maanlicht, in gedachten
Smelten samen voor één nacht
Voor altijd lijkt haast over
Waar ik zo lang op heb gewacht

Ik zie niets meer
En hoor alleen je stem
En hoor alleen je stem
En hoor alleen je stem

Genieten hè, jongens? Meiden ook trouwens.

 

Ja juhh leis is duh moistuh dialec van nejerlan!
Jah tog niettan???
En alsie tot nie vin...
Nah krijgtan duh teruring maar!

Hahaha ik spreek vloeiend Leidsch!
Maar als ik, zoals vandaag...een sollicitatie gesprek heb, toch maar even niet, zeg maar. (jah toch niettan?)


Oh en Bird...weet je zeker dat je niets meer ziet?



Oh en die video is eng omg die bochten O_O

 

...I Love You Nananie!
But you knew that right?


When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over

voor het geval iemand die al had genoemd;

For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready

 

toen ik een andere post las dacht ik precies hetzelfde, i love you too Tris, ik mis je.

 

"Someday I'll walk away
And be free
And leave the sterile ones
Their secure sterility.
I'll leave without a forwarding address
And walk across some barren wilderness
To drop the world there
Then wander free of care
Like an unemployed Atlas."

-James Kavanaugh

 

Let's get away, you say, find a better place,
Miles and miles away from the city's race,
Look around for someone lying in the sunshine
Marking time, hear the sighs, close your eyes...

Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...

Stepping from cloud to cloud passing years of light
Visit the frosty stars in the backward flight
Star becomes a vision, never mind the meaning,
Hidden there, moving fast, it won't last...

Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...

Time passes all too soon, how it rushes by,
Now a thousand moons are about to die
No time to reflect on what the time was spent on,
Nothing left, far away, dreamers fade

Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...

Strange visions pass me by, winging sweetly close inside
O-ver the wa-ter, ah....

Swirling, the waters rise up above my head.
Gone are the curling mists how they all have fled.
Look, the door is open, step into the space
Provided there

Da do da, da, do da...
Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da...

 

nou asmodean ik heb dat liedje maar meteen opgezocht

 

Haha, terecht! En bevalt de muziek ook?

 

2000 Light years from home
*Rolling Stones*

Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion
We're setting off with soft explosion
Bound for a star with fiery oceans
It's so very lonely, you're a hundred light years from home

Freezing red deserts turn to dark
Energy here in every part
It's so very lonely, you're six hundred light years from home

It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home

Bell flight fourteen you now can land
See you on Aldebaran, safe on the green desert sand
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home
It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home

 

Earth;
"I am a Savage and do not understand any other way.
I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts?
If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit.
For whatever happens to the beasts, happens to man. All things are connected."
"You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children what the Earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother.
Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.
If men spit on the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know - the Earth does not belong to men - man belongs to the Earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected."

Air;
"The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man, they all share same breath. the white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.
But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life its supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetenend by the meadow's flowers. (...) That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffaloes are slaughtered, the wild horses tamed, the corners of the forest heavy with scent of many men, and view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket?
Gone. Where is the Eagle? Gone. The end of living and the biginning of survival."

These words were spoken in a reply from Chef Seattle's to the american governement, which, in 1854, proposed that he leaves his land to the whites and promised the indian people a "revervation".

 

verassend, maar niet in een slechte zin! echt heel licht maar daardoor heel prettig luisterbaar ik vind het ook wel een mooie tekst... waar heb jij het vandaan dan?

 

dankje

 

"When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear; when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them." Chief Seattle

"To touch the earth is to have harmony with nature." Oglala Sioux


"All plants are our brothers and sisters. They talk to us and if we listen, we can hear them." Arapaho

"Our first teacher is our own heart." Cheyenne

"Listen or your tongue will keep you deaf. " Cree


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