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The Doors - Not To Touch The Earth

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run

House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside

Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

Whoa!

Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we're almost home

Ya, c'mon!

We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside the evenin'

Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!

I am the Lizard King
I can do anything

The Doors - The Soft Parade

When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide

Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home

Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river

Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch

Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade

All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah

The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah

The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night

Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed

Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?

We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun

When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry

Jim Morrison - A Feast Of Friends

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
Comes death on a stranger hour
Unannounced, unplanned for

Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family

Eigelijk alles wat is geschreven door Jim Morrison
  • The Doors - Not To Touch The Earth

    Not to touch the earth
    Not to see the sun
    Nothing left to do, but
    Run, run, run
    Let's run
    Let's run

    House upon the hill
    Moon is lying still
    Shadows of the trees
    Witnessing the wild breeze
    C'mon baby run with me
    Let's run

    Run with me
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Let's run

    The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
    Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
    Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
    And you won't know a thing till you get inside

    Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
    The engine runs on glue and tar
    Come on along, not goin' very far
    To the East to meet the Czar

    Run with me
    Run with me
    Run with me
    Let's run

    Whoa!

    Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
    The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
    Who lives in a well by the side of the road
    Wake up, girl, we're almost home

    Ya, c'mon!

    We should see the gates by mornin'
    We should be inside the evenin'

    Sun, sun, sun
    Burn, burn, burn
    Soon, soon, soon
    Moon, moon, moon
    I will get you
    Soon!
    Soon!
    Soon!

    I am the Lizard King
    I can do anything

    The Doors - The Soft Parade

    When I was back there in seminary school
    There was a person there
    Who put forth the proposition
    That you can petition the Lord with prayer
    Petition the lord with prayer
    Petition the lord with prayer
    You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

    Can you give me sanctuary
    I must find a place to hide
    A place for me to hide

    Can you find me soft asylum
    I can't make it anymore
    The Man is at the door

    Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
    Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
    There's only four ways to get unraveled
    One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
    One is a bandit up in the hills
    One is to love your neighbor 'till
    His wife gets home

    Catacombs
    Nursery bones
    Winter women
    Growing stones
    Carrying babies
    To the river

    Streets and shoes
    Avenues
    Leather riders
    Selling news
    The monk bought lunch

    Ha ha, he bought a little
    Yes, he did
    Woo!
    This is the best part of the trip
    This is the trip, the best part
    I really like
    What'd he say?
    Yeah!
    Yeah, right!
    Pretty good, huh
    Huh!
    Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

    Successful hills are here to stay
    Everything must be this way
    Gentle streets where people play
    Welcome to the Soft Parade

    All our lives we sweat and save
    Building for a shallow grave
    Must be something else we say
    Somehow to defend this place
    Everything must be this way
    Everything must be this way, yeah

    The Soft Parade has now begun
    Listen to the engines hum
    People out to have some fun
    A cobra on my left
    Leopard on my right, yeah

    The deer woman in a silk dress
    Girls with beads around their necks
    Kiss the hunter of the green vest
    Who has wrestled before
    With lions in the night

    Out of sight!
    The lights are getting brighter
    The radio is moaning
    Calling to the dogs
    There are still a few animals
    Left out in the yard
    But it's getting harder
    To describe sailors
    To the underfed

    Tropic corridor
    Tropic treasure
    What got us this far
    To this mild equator?

    We need someone or something new
    Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

    Callin' on the dogs
    Callin' on the dogs
    Oh, it's gettin' harder
    Callin' on the dogs
    Callin' in the dogs
    Callin' all the dogs
    Callin' on the gods

    You gotta meet me
    Too late, baby
    Slay a few animals
    At the crossroads
    Too late
    All in the yard
    But it's gettin' harder
    By the crossroads
    You gotta meet me
    Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
    At the edge of town
    Tropic corridor
    Tropic treasure
    Havin' a good time
    Got to come along
    What got us this far
    To this mild equator?
    Outskirts of the city
    You and I
    We need someone new
    Somethin' new
    Somethin' else to get us through
    Better bring your gun
    Better bring your gun
    Tropic corridor
    Tropic treasure
    We're gonna ride and have some fun

    When all else fails
    We can whip the horse's eyes
    And make them sleep
    And cry

    Jim Morrison - A Feast Of Friends

    They are waiting to take us into
    The severed garden

    Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
    Comes death on a stranger hour
    Unannounced, unplanned for

    Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
    Brought to bed

    Death makes angels of us all
    & gives us wings
    Where we had shoulders
    Smooth as raven's
    Claws

    No more money, no more fancy dress
    This other kingdom seems by far the best
    Until its other jaw reveals incest
    & loose obedience to a vegetable law

    I will not go
    Prefer a feast of friends
    To the Giant family

    Eigelijk alles wat is geschreven door Jim Morrison
  • MEGADETH:P:P
  • Niet te geloven hoe narrowminded sommige mensen hier nog steeds zijn.
  • Einde topic, teveel slowchat, spam en flame.
  • @tharaven:

    wat de fuck man, waar zie je dat hij satanisme toejuicht? jij verheerlijkt het christendom, ga ik nu ook zeggen dat jij zeker zo'n gast bent die langs de deuren komt met die lijpe boekjes? die alle passages van de genesis uit zn hoofd kan citeren in het nederlands, grieks, latijn en hebreeuws.

    [size=4]YOU ARE OVERREACTING[/size]
  • Niet te geloven hoe narrowminded sommige mensen hier nog steeds zijn.

    Daar is soms niks mis mee. Als je alles te ruim en van alle kanten gaat bekijken raak je ergens de weg kwijt. :]
    Dat ben ik niet helemaal met je eens. Als je alles van alle kanten bekijkt weet je júist goed wat je wilt. Kijk maar eens om je heen; Hoeveel christenen zijn er niet die andere religies veroordelen, terwijl ze vaak niet eens weten wat deze daadwerkelijk inhouden? Natuurlijk is het lastig als je voor de ijscokraam dezelfde vraagstukken hanteert, dus wat dat betreft is jouw opmerking terecht :)
  • Is het niet zo wou je zeggen? Types like you ruik ik van kilometers afstand.
    Ja, als je niet meer met argumenten kunt komen ga je het maar over die boeg gooien. Hoe kinderachtig.
  • Woah pussyin' all tha way to tha prison'. 'Cause we alllll know the game! The game!

    En dan is deze speciaal voor onze goede vriend, Raven.

    Heidevolk - Wraak in naam der Goden
    onifatius kwam met het kruis van zijn enige god Ggrristenhond Erkende geen van onze wetten, noch onze goden Ggrristenhond Gaf onze vaders een plaats in zijn hel met zijn geboden Ggrristenhond Hij bracht ons geen antwoord op onze vragen, slechts een leugen Ggrristenhond

    Ons volk bleef trouw, trouw aan de goden van’t noordenland Ggrristenhond Ons heiligdom, de machtige eik geweid aan Donar Ggrristenhond Bonifatius hakte om de Donarseik Ggrristenhond Een domme poging om te stillen het heidendom Ggrristenhond

    Wraak in naam der Goden!!!

    De Friezen werd het toen te bont, zij pakten de wapens Dood aan die christen!
    Het dapp’re volk kwam op voor hun eer, de goden en vaders Dood aan die christen!
    In Dokkum is zijn lot getekend in naam der goden Dood aan die christen!
    Het Friese zwaard sloeg de christen zijn kop af Dood aan die christen!
  • En nou moet ik me kut voelen ofzo? Lijkt me beter dat je gewoon doet wat iedereen zegt, verdergaan met de discussie die je zelf gestart bent in plaats van een beetje onder water persoonlijke opmerkingen te maken. Je bent dan misschien Notorious niet, je discussieert wel op precies dezelfde manier.
  • Makkelijk he raafje, op de man spelen als je geen argumenten meer hebt.

    Sue me.

    Speciaal een nummer voor jou.


    Son you smell that? What's that?
    I smell pussy. Is that you juliana?
    I smell pussy. Is that you Ja rule ?
    I smell pussy. Is that you andy ?
    I smell pussy. Is that you youkhana ?
    Y'all niggas is pussy
    I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me)
    Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)
    You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
    You remind me of my bitch.
    It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
    But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
    Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her
    as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
    I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
    I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see
    it's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
    I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
    But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
    See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
    Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
    Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
    I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
    I can't say I love you I dont know what that means
    I'ma pimp.

    [Chorus: (x2)]
    Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
    Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
    And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
    Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

    [Verse 2:]
    When I first met her
    I did anything to get her (what?)
    Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh)
    Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up
    but couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up
    She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
    That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
    A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
    Sing-sing is where he biddin'
    She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals
    Baby wipes and cans of Infamil
    Moter bike and grams of fish scale
    It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
    Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts
    And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex
    All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control

    [Chorus: (x2)]
    Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
    Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
    And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
    Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

    [Verse 3:]
    I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me)
    or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
    I'm fuckin' with you
    I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes
    Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby)
    Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
    I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
    I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day
    Mama ain't home so the noise is okay
    O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
    Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
    Now you learnin' (whoo)
    The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
    My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'
    Whether we're just kickin' it or sexin' (uh huh) I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah)
    So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
    When niggas get out of line I check them man

    [Chorus: (x2)]
    Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
    Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
    And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
    Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

    Yeah
    Don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
    Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka
    And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
    Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
    Punk ass mothafuckas
    All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
    Ain't no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.
    Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl
    Come on gimme some love girl
    Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]
    You know they say I'm sexy now
  • Kom, Kom. Laten wij het weer over teksten hebben! En niet over wat Godslastering is, daar heb je een discussie forum voor… En ThaRavenals je wil door disscuseren, kom dan wel met goede argumenten. Oke weer over teksten…
  • Makkelijk he raafje, op de man spelen als je geen argumenten meer hebt.
  • volgens mij is notorious in zijn neefje gegaan en heeft hij hem vanbinnenuit verscheurd en bestuurd hij hem nou.

    Volgens mij kijk jij teveel Science Fiction.
  • Kan wel kloppen - Zaterdag was de dag waarop de Vikingen douchen. En laat ik nou net even serieus ene heuse Viking zijn! - Een moderne, dat wel - maar naar den traditie en gewoontes leef ik nog altijd toe.

    Als je me op vrijdag tegenkomt, true. Dan kan dat nog wel eens een onprettige kant hebben :D.
  • volgens mij is notorious in zijn neefje gegaan en heeft hij hem vanbinnenuit verscheurd en bestuurd hij hem nou.
  • Is het niet zo wou je zeggen? Types like you ruik ik van kilometers afstand.
  • Oh mijn god - Stiekem mijn portfolio bekijken - Uh huhuh Uh uh uh ?

    Vriend, alsjeblieft - Ik denk dat er maar weinig mensen zijn die je nu nog serieus kunnen nemen. 'Je hebt lang haar en je luisterd muziek over hoe slecht de maatschappij is?'

    Waar teh fak haal je dat onderwerp nou ineens vandaan. Ik kan me werkelijk verbazen over de onzin die je allemaal uitkraamt. Wat heeft dat godverdomme [godslastering?] met dit onderwerp te maken. Als je nu nog niet duidelijk gemaakt is wat voor muziek ik luister, ga dan raven spotten ofzo.
  • Laat me raden je hebt lang haar en je luistert naar allemaal naar muziek over hoe slecht de maatschappij wel niet is. :)
  • Maar daar doe ik ook helemaal niet moeilijk over.
    Want dat ben ik ook wel een heel klein iniemieniepietsiebeetje :D.
  • Ik denk eerder dat je een nerd bent maar goed.

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