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She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone Maybe someday another child won`t feel as alone as she does It`s been two years, and counting, since they put her in this place She`s been diagnosed by some stupid fuck, and mommy agrees, yeah... Whoa...yeah...hey yeah yeah... Why go home... (3x) Sh

She scratches a letter Into a wall made of stone Maybe someday another child won´t feel as alone as she does Its been two years, and counting Since they put her in this place She's been diagnosed by some stupid fuck and mommy agrees, yeah Why go home? Why go home? Why go home? She seems to be str

Well I`m finding it harder to be a gentleman every day all the manner that I`ve been taught have slowly died away but if I held the door open for you It would make your day You think that I care about me and only me when every little girl needs help climbing up a tree well I know it don`t t

All my life been hustling and tonight is my appraisal 'Cause I'm a hooker selling songs and my pimp's a record label This world is full of demons, stocks, and bonds, and bible traders So I do the deed, get up and leave, a climber and a sadist, yeah Are you ready for the sequel? Ain't you ready for

Like Zsa Zsa Zsa Gabor She wanted to be the hostess of the big game show Like loni anderson She wanted (yea yea yea yea) to be seen at Spectravision She told her friends that one day She would be the movie queen (like Krystle) Like Krystle Carrington Pay a weekly visit to the top beautician

I never thought about tomorrow, today was long enough Until I saw you, and suddenly I thought about tomorrow morning I did not love love, for me, no women Until I saw you, and all of a sudden I loved you You don't realize, what you do to me And you couldn't even know, I only met you once And back t

Sometimes I feel bad that you don't really want to talk anymore In times like these I miss the times I could be angry with you, now it's silent At nightfall I whisper softly: 'can you possibly hear me?' I just don't know how, With everything I do I can't take it when it's night-time, oh because at

Blaudzun[Artiest]
Blaudzun is de alias van de Nederlandse singer-songwriter Johannes Sigmond (Arnhem, 26 oktober 1974). Johannes werkte jaren als achtergrondzanger en speelde in verschillende bands en projecten. In 2006 ging hij alleen verder als de singer-songwriter Blaudzun.

I don't look good in no Armani Suits No Gucci shoes - or designer boots I've tried the latest lines from A to Z But there's just one thing that looks good on me The only thing I want The only thing I need The only thing I choose The only thing that looks good on me...is you I'm not satisfi

[Fiend] Yeah, yeah! YEAH! We ain't NEVER went nowhere nigga [Chorus: Fiend + McAfee] I'm speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em Get your paper burn 'em out and I can pop 'em I'm speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em Get your paper burn 'em out an

All the things we never know we need Looks like we get them in the end Measure time in leisure time and greed And by the time we get to spend A floating bed A head of stone A home plugged into every phone Kimono coral floral print Exclusive tint and cut reclusive No it doesn't come for fr

It`s my house and I live here (I wanna tell you) It`s my house and I live here There`s a welcome mat at the door And if you come on in You`re gonna get much more There`s my chair I put it there Everything you see Is with love and care It`s my house and I live here (I wanna tell you) It`s my house

Flickering flames My luscious soul divest The bitter kisses In a deep astral caress Lost in a rapture, enigmas revealed On the edge where reason fades A martyr of spheres That take me out of sight A silent madness grabs me When I fall in love with shades Hoping they will dispose me But they guide m

Have we lost the spark or a guide? What's the latest on the screen? Can't be too late to turn around. I need all the help from you I need to find something to blame for a long lost time I am running from something I don't know I am searching for something, which way to go? I am trying to separate

Welkom op de INB mixtape je krijgt mij en niks anders dikke middelvinger naar je vrienden krijg maar lekker de tering luister gewoon die shit en je weet het ja zo iets was het eigelijk snelle intro jongens ja dacht ik ook je krijgt mij en niks anders je weet het [INB] Om te beginnen wil ik zeggen

I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can’t seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much. There’s no one in sight. And we’re still making love In My Secret Life. I smile when I’m angry. I cheat and I lie. I do what I have to do To get by. But I know what is wrong, A

(Words/Music : Andy Hill) Stars in your eyes little one Where do you go to dream? To a place we all know The land of make believe Shadows tapping at your window Ghostly voices whisper, "Will you come and play?" Not for all the tea in China Or the corn in Carolina Never, never

I feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied Boys do cry and with blood, tears in my eyes I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life I can't hide the monster anymore One can only feel desolate for so long Until one starts to change Into something the mirror doesn't recognize I metamorphasize The darkn

Not enough answers to too many questions But guns are the last things we need So we better watch the news For we all have minds to feed For the latest in monsters, a word from our sponsors I write to the weather map guy Who doesn't have much hair But he's got a matching tie Put the cat out a

Mothersound The Latest Plague ...And We All Have A Hell Afterbirth World War Me Shame Shame The Crows Are Coming For Us The Levy Goodbye Waves Waltz Moore Heroine

I haven't done anything today Only had a breakfast, ate one sandwich And gulps of coffee in my stomach Now it's a half past four, some handhold back in my body And man, how time passed today Like a dream, I feel languid My whole world goes so slow Even the telephone, is not quite in tune, ahaaa And

I'm through with standing in line to clubs we'll never get in It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be Tell me what you want I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs And a bathroom I can play baseball in And a king s

Bessie Smith[Artiest]
Bessie Smith (Chattanooga, Tennessee, 15 april 1894[1] - Clarksdale, Mississippi, 26 september 1937) was een Amerikaans blueszangeres. Ze wordt beschouwd als een van de populairste en succesvolste bluesvertolksters uit de jaren twintig van de 20e eeuw. Haar bijnaam luidt "Empress of blues".

heard a sermon from a creeky pul pit with no one in the nave i paid a visit to the synagogue and i left there feeling blame no one could tell me what to do they had not the capacity to answer me what the world needs now is some answers to our problems we can't buy more time cause our tend

Here in my car I feel safest of all I can lock all my doors It's the only way to live In cars Here in my car I can only receive I can listen to you It keeps me stable for days In cars Here in my car The image breaks down Will you visit me please If I open my door? In cars Here in my car I know I'

[Verse 1- The Game] Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga, Sippin on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga, The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94', So bitch get on your knees and give me head like it's 94', And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop, I'm the Doctors Advocate

Jay-Z] What? Well fuck you... bitch Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya boun

Ooh yeah [Verse 1] Tell me baby, what can't you see That I'm feeling down If you open your eyes you'd see That I'm wearing a frown You'd think about yourself if you thought I was dead Aw yeah [Verse 2] Baby, baby you walk around Like you own this town You whole life is a fantasy And I'm playing th

Together we can handle the whole world Because the sun shines when you smile Let there be love in your heart And it will be a beautiful day Life is short Saying goodbye hurts So take your chance now To be happy I'm at your door and I'm hanging on your bell Come outside, it's gonna be another great

Come on in Geno I'll cook you up some lobster bisque I wanna smoke you like a fish You smell like kelp, I think it's hot I'm gonna stick you in my pot It's true you are my fish filet I'll fry you up with some frisée You are just like my garden trowel I don't know what to rhyme with trowel I'll st

(This is for all you sophisticated ladies out there) She grew up in the city in a little subdivision, Her daddy wore a tie, Momma never fried a chicken, Ballet, Straight A’s, Most likely to succeed They bought her a car after graduation Sent her down south for some higher education Put her on t

Sleep, don't visit, so I choke on sun and the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes, hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most, welcome home Ships are launching from my ches

It's Christmas in Heaven, All the children sing, It's Christmas in Heaven, Hark hark those church bells ring. It's Christmas in Heaven, The snow falls from the sky... But it's nice and warm and everyone looks smart and wears a tie. It's Christmas in Heaven, There's great films on TV...

your children are not your children they are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself they come trough you but they are not from you and though they are with you they belong not to you you can give them your love but not your thoughts for they have their own thoughts they have their own

I was full by your count I was lost but your fool Was a long visit wrong Say you are the only So many foreign worlds So relatively fucked So ready for us So ready for us The creature fear I was teased by your blouse Spit out by your mouth I was loud by your lowered Seminary soul Tear on tail on T