| Spinvis – Limonadeglazen wodka Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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Wat mischien vergezocht is maar ik wel intresant vind. 'en dat ik zo iemand was die van alles wou en niets begreep van de film waarin hij speelde en de lafbek die hij was' En uit Limonadeglazen Wodka: 'Je zag er heel goed uit Je deed als iemand van TV Zo kon ik toch nooit zijn Niet ik, niet met dat haar van mij Een cirkel op je arm, ik niet Want ik was veel te bang' En: 'Oh, als je hier kon zijn vandaag Mijn vreemde vriend En dat je nuchter was' Mischien is hier een vriend overleden aan zijn alcoholisme of nog beter, korsakoff. In ieder geval wel iemand die je niet wilt vergeten vandaar een speciaal nummer in plaats van een zin in de tekst van 'Voor Ik Vergeet'. Ik heb geen idee wanneer nummers zijn geschreven maar in beide nummers personificeerd hij zichzelf met een 'Lafbek' en herinnerd hij hier speciaal iemand waar hij tegenop kijkt. |
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| Spinvis – Limonadeglazen wodka Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| 'En dat je nuchter was...' Ik denk dat deze overleden vriend zichzelf kapotgedronken heeft met limonadeglazen wodka. | |
| Imogen Heap – Hide and Seek Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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Reflecting this upon my own life. I'm diagnosed with conversion-disorder due to ignoring and blocking emotions wich caused my life to implode. Where are we? What the hell is going on? The feeling of losing yourself to your own mind, the confusion. The dust has only just begun to form Crop circles in the carpet It's the start of a long process, the crop circles represent the unusual new patterns in my behavior and thoughts. It is just the beginning. Sinking, feeling Spin me around again And rub my eyes This can't be happening Can someone tell me what is going on? I have no understanding of myself anymore, how do I continue? When busy streets A mess with people Would stop to hold their heads heavy The rest of the people in my life continue with their busy lifes. While I can only see the chaos inside my head. Hide and seek Trains and sewing machines Hide and seek, the game of searching. I've used quite some drugs. Trying to spot that train that'll guide me to another realisation, something that I can't find on my own. Also am I looking for the sewing machines, something that will just alow me to just do something to get trough a moment, to let me saw trough that chaotic unstable construction and start again. All those years They were here first All my life I have felt all of my emotions, they were here first, all those years. Oily marks appear on walls Where pleasure moments hung before Now where I've lost my capability of feeling there'll appear an oily mark. Something that I can see from far away. Something ugly that shouldn't be there. The takeover The sweeping insensitivity of this I've been conquered and taken over by my own mind. In this process I've been sweeped over, not being able to feel my emotion, I've become insensitive. Still life Hide and seek Trains and sewing machines My life continues, however. (You won't catch me around here) Blood and tears They were here first Mm, what'd you say? Mm, that you only meant well Well of course you did Mm, what'd you say? Mm, that it's all for the best Of course it is Mm, what'd you say? Mm, that it's just what we need You decided this Mm, what'd you say? Mm, what did she say? I've explained most of the things above. The blood and tears also represent my emotions. Now there are alot of people, desperatly trying to help me. Everyone has their own idea of my process. This also calls upon the busy streets with the many opinions of people, the mess inside my head. Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cutouts Speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cutouts Speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit This is something that someone very dear to me would've said. This is the intrepretation of my highly sensitive ex-girlfriend. She can't understant my chaos. All she can see is that I don't care about myself, that I can't explain to her why I'm using these drugs, wich I cannot explain to someone else who's never been in a position like me. (You don't care a bit) Oh, no, you don't care a bit Oh, no, you don't care a bit Uh-uh, you don't care a bit You don't care a bit You don't care a bit As if it has been quoted out of her head after every conversation I'm having and will have with her. |
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