who IS in bunker?

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Waar slaat dit op Arjan? Ik ben echt beniewd, is het uit een song/tv-serie!

Het boeit me echt !

[Hans]

* Hans wonders too!

[witchdoc]

en waar gaat dit pcies over?
Damn.. nu word IK zelfs nieuwsgierig

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over de signature van Arjen!

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Op donderdag 15 februari 2001 01:47 schreef tineau het volgende:
over de signature van Arjen!

En dus geen Arjan

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A of e, what's the difference, maar oké, ik twijfelde!

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Op donderdag 15 februari 2001 02:03 schreef tineau het volgende:
A of e, what's the difference, maar oké, ik twijfelde!

Oei, laat Arjen het niet horen

[Laurent]

Ja, ik wil ook wel eens weten wat dat nou betekend...Arjen, biecht op !

[Delerium]

Zal wel iets met Archie Bunker te maken hebben.

[Arjen]

*hint*

[collin]

We geven op snel, vertel!! Desnoods betalen we bij!!!!!!!!!!!

[IceStorm]

Op donderdag 15 februari 2001 14:18 schreef collin het volgende:
We geven op snel, vertel!! Desnoods betalen we bij!!!!!!!!!!!

Hehe.. das Bert Visscher LEUK!! . Oh wacht.. dat was de vraag niet.. jammer.

[Delerium]

Kan je ook klinkers kopen?

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ik wil graag een hulplijn gebruiken!

[Ulx]

Radiohead dus

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Aaah Idioteque, net Kid A gekocht (vinyl, een rip uit me lijf), echt een coole plaat zeg (Kid A, dus)!


Ojah voor alleen wie Idioteque een cool nummer vinden; luister eens naar Windowlicker van Aphex Twin!

[Arjen]

Op donderdag 15 februari 2001 16:33 schreef tineau het volgende:
Aaah Idioteque, net Kid A gekocht (vinyl, een rip uit me lijf), echt een coole plaat zeg (Kid A, dus)!

Daar heb ik vanmiddag ook even naar staan staren bij de Fame, 75 piek dacht ik...

[Jorma]

* Jorma wacht gespannen op Amnesiac

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Op vrijdag 16 februari 2001 02:19 schreef Arjen het volgende:

[..]

Daar heb ik vanmiddag ook even naar staan staren bij de Fame, 75 piek dacht ik...

Ojaa, da was wel gezellie!
Nou heb ik eens wat cadeau-ideetjes kunnen opdoen
En het is idd nogal een vage euh... signature, ik had ook uitleg nodig

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/me mchyde can't wait for amnesiac either

dollars&cents.. hmmm.. egyptian song/pyramid song/nothing to fear (whichever;))..

een dag voor m'n verjaardag komt hij uit

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PABLO HONEY

You

You are the sun and moon and stars are you,
and I could never run away from you.
You try at working out chaotic things,
and why should I believe myself not you?
It's like the world is going to end so soon,
and why should I believe myself?

You me and everything caught in the fire,
I can see me drowning, caught in the fire.
You me and everything caught in the fire,
and I can see me drowning, caught in the fire.


Creep

When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world
I wish I was special,
you're so fucking special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?.
I don't belong here

She's running out the door,
she's running,
she run, run, run, run, run.

Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special,

but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here.


How do you?

He's bitter and twisted, he knows what he wants.
He wants to be loved and he wants to belong.
He wants you to listen, he wants us to weep.
And he was a stupid baby who turned into a powerful freak.

But how do you?
How do you?
How do you?

He lives with his mother, but we show him respect.
He's a dangerous bigot, but we always forget.
And he's just like his daddy, 'cause he cheats on his friends.
And he steals and he bullies, any way that he can.

But how do you?
How do you?
How do you?


Stop whispering

And the wise men say "I don't want to hear your voice."
And the thin men say "I don't want to hear your voice."
And they're cursing me, and they won't let me be.
And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do.

Stop whispering, start shouting,
stop whispering, start shouting.

And my mother say "We spit on your son some more."
And the buildings say "We spit on your face some more."
And the feeling is that there's something wrong,
'cause I can't find the words, and I can't find the songs.

Stop whispering, start shouting,
stop whispering, start shouting.

Dear Sir, I have a complaint.
Dear Sir, I have a complaint,
can't remember what it is,
doesn't matter anyway.
Doesn't matter anyway.


Thinking about you

Been thinking about you, your records are here,
your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there.
But I'm still no-one, and you're now a star,
what do you care?

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
shit I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care
when the other men are far, far better.

All the things you've got,
all the things you need,
who bought you cigarettes,
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?

I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?
These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet.
They don't know what I know and why should you care
when I'm not there.

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
should I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, what do you care,
when I'm not there.

All the things you've got,
she'll never need,
all the things you've got.
I've bled and I bleed to please you.

Been thinking about you.


Anyone can play guitar

Destiny, destiny protect me from the world.
Destiny, hold my hand, protect me from the world.
Here we are with our running and confusion,
and I don't see no confusion anywhere.

And if the world does turn and if London burns,
I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar.
I want to be in a band when I get to heaven,
anyone can play guitar and they won't be a nothing any more.

Grow my hair, grow my hair, I am Jim Morrison,
grow my hair, I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be Jim Morrison.
Here we are with our running and confusion,
and I don't see no confusion anywhere.

And if the world does turn and if London burns,
I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar.
I want to be in a band when I get to heaven,
anyone can play guitar and they won't be a nothing any more.


Ripcord

Soul destroyed with clever toys for little boys.
It's inevitable, inevitable, it's a soul destroyed.
You're free until you drop,
you're free until you've had enough
and you don't understand.
No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no ripcord.

Aeroplane do I mean what I mean?
Oh it's inevitable, inevitable, oh aeroplane.
A thousand miles an hour
on politics and power
that she don't understand.
No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no ripcord.

The answer to your prayers,
we'll drop you anywhere.

No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no no no no ripcord,
oh yeah.


Vegetable

I never wanted anything but this,
I worked hard, tried hard.
I ran around in domestic bliss,
I fought hard, died hard.

Everytime you're running out of here,
everytime you're running I get the fear.

I never wanted any broken bones,
scarred face, no home.
Your words surround me and I asphyxiate,
and I burn all hate.

Everytime you're running out on me
everytime you're running I can see.

I'm not a veg'table,
I will not control myself.
I spit on the hand that feeds me,
I will not control myself.

The waters break, the waters run all over me.
The waters break, the waters run
and this time you're gonna pay.

I'm not a veg'table,
I will not control myself.
I spit on the hand that feeds me,
I will not control myself.


Prove yourself

I can't afford to breathe in this town,
nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand.
Hooked back up to the cathode ray,
I'm better off dead,
I'm better off dead,
I'm better off.

Prove yourself,
prove yourself,
prove yourself.

I want to breathe, I want to grow,
I'd say I want it but I don't know how.
I work, I bleed, I beg, I pray,
but I'm better off dead,
I'm better off dead,
I'm better off.

Prove yourself,
prove yourself,
prove yourself.

I'm better off dead,
I'm better off dead,
I'm better off.

Prove yourself,
prove yourself,
prove yourself,
prove yourself.

Woh


I can't

Please forget the words that I just blurted out,
it wasn't me, it was my strange and creeping doubt,
it keeps rattling my cage.
And there's nothing in this world will keep it down,

and even though I might, even though I try, I can't.
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't.

Soon your things that keep, that keep me underground,
so many words that I, that I can never find.
If you give up on me now,
I'll be gutted like I've never been before.

And even though I might, even though I try, I can't
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't

If you give up on me now,
I'll be gutted like I've never been before.

And even though I might, even though I try, I can't
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't,
even though I might, even though I try, I can't.
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't.


Lurgee

I feel better, I feel better now you've gone.
I got better, I got better, I got strong.

I feel better, I feel better now there's nothing wrong.
I got better, I got better, I got strong.

Tell me something, tell me something I don't know.
Tell me one thing, tell me one thing, and let it go.

I got something, I got something, heaven knows.
I got something, I got something, I don't know.


Blow out

In my mind and nailed into my heels.
All the time killing what I feel.

And everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]
turns to stone.

And everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]
turns stone.

I am fused just in case I blow out.
I am glued just because I crack out.

Everything I touch turns to stone.
Everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]


Pfoei het is wat typewerk maarjah deze CD vind ik nou eenmaal de fatste ever... zucht
Vooral het eerste nummer ... word ik bijna depri van ... argh!!!

Nou sorry dat moest ik ff kwijt, een prettige dag verder allemaal

[Arjen]

STREET SPIRIT [fade out]

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE

Thom: "'Street Spirit' is our purest song, but I didn't write it.... It wrote itself. We were just its messengers... Its biological catylysts. It's core is a complete mystery to me... and (pause) you know, I wouldn't ever try to write something that hopeless... All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve... 'Street Spirit' has no resolve... It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition. We all have a way of dealing with that song... It's called detachment... Especially me.. I detach my emotional radar from that song, or I couldn't play it... I'd crack. I'd break down on stage.. that's why its lyrics are just a bunch of mini-stories or visual images as opposed to a cohesive explanation of its meaning... I used images set to the music that I thought would convey the emotional entirety of the lyric and music working together... That's what's meant by 'all these things are one to swallow whole'.. I meant the emotional entirety, because I didn't have it in me to articulate the emotion... (pause) I'd crack.... Our fans are braver than I to let that song penetrate them, or maybe they don't realize what they're listening to.. They don't realize that 'Street Spirit' is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes... and knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he'll get the last laugh...and it's real...and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception, and if I let myself think about that to long, I'd crack. I can't believe we have fans that can deal emotionally with that song... That's why I'm convinced that they don't know what it's about. It's why we play it towards the end of our sets. It drains me, and it shakes me, and hurts like hell everytime I play it, looking out at thousands of people cheering and smiling, oblivious to the tragedy of it's meaning, like when you're going to have your dog put down and it's wagging it's tail on the way there. That's what they all look like, and it breaks my heart.
I wish that song hadn't picked us as its catalysts, and so I don't claim it. It asks too much. (very long pause). I didn't write that song."

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Idioteque

who’s in a bunker? * who’s in a bunker? * women and children first * and the children first * and the children * i’ll laugh until my head comes off * i’ll swallow till I burst * until I burst * until I * who’s in a bunker? * who’s in a bunker? * ihave seen too much * you haven’t seen enough * you haven’t seen it * i ’ll laugh until my head comes off * women and children first * and children first * and children * here all over * everything all of the time * here all over * everything all of the time * ice age coming * ice age coming * let me hear both sides * let me hear both sides * let me hear both * ice age coming * ice age coming * throw it in the fire * throw me in the fire * throw me on the * We’re not scare mongering * this is really happening * happening * we’re not scare mongering * this is really happening * happening * mobiles squirking * mobiles chirping * take the money and then run * take the money and then run * take the money * here all over * everything all of the time * here all over * everything all of the time * here all over * everything all of the time * here all over * everything all of the time * the first of the children * the first of the children * the first of the children * the first of the children ....

waar ging deze thread ook alweer over

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Net ff een sample-tje gedowned uit Idioteque, best wel :)!
Lees ook ff hier:
http://www.music.princeton.edu/%7Epaul/radiohead.ml.html