Hoi mensjes...
Ik ben gitarist bij een band, genaamd Sodium.
Ik schrijf samen met de zanger de liedjes, en heb nu 3 teksten gemaakt, waarvan ik eens zou willen dat mensen ze beöordelen....
hier komen ze dan:
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Friend
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Most friends come and pass
after all they're all just a gas
At a time they all fade away
but not like you did today
The day I met you was not long ago
I cared for you till the day you went
Like I never cared for a friend
I just can't believe that you have to go.
Other friends will try to cheer me up
But they don't see I just act smiling
They don't notice that I'm crying silently
when they joke about my worries...
Having no control over what happens
It's killing me
Fearing every friend,
cause this will also happen to them
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Dit
gaat dus over het verdriet om het verlies van een goede vriend, en dat
het verdriet niet echt geblust kan worden, hoe je je best ook doet.
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Andere tekst, iets beter ook:
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Wherever the Wind Brings Me
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Fighting to survive
I imagine that there's still hope
But how the f**k the chances may be
you must accept yours
I'll always try to live
Cuz when the end approaches
I want to be rewarded for my work
And not to have died pointless
But if our work isn't enough
If just hope seems to be useless
There will only be freedom
by letting me go wherever the wind brings me
I wanna see the grass
turning green again
See this black mess
fade away and uncover the sun
Feel the sky that will
give possibility to breath
The kiss that makes the beauty wake up
The blessing of any saint that....
But if our work isn't enough
If just hope seems to be useless
There will only be freedom
by letting me go wherever the wind brings me
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En
dit gaat over iemand die ergens keihard voor werkt, iets wat eigenlijk
hopeloos is, maar hij probeert voor zichzelf te doen alsof het nog kan,
want ALS het kan, wil hij er ook van kunnen genieten, voordat het te
laat is....... In het laatste lange stroofje droomt hij wat weg, naar
zijn droomwereld, waar alles weer aangenaam is, want hij zit in een
figuurlijke oorlog, waar de lucht bruin is en het gras dor is....
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NOG een tekst!
Daar komt hij dan!
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Try to open the door
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The door seems like a wall,
Unable to break through
And if I would have the key
Would I manage to turn it?
When you hit the table
you break your fist or you break the table,
but it will not make them look
to see why I need their help
So I'll have to try
Have to try to open the door
Have to try
Have to try to take my troubles down
My mind is empty as a desert.
And I try to bury the pain in the sand
I try to hear the voice in my head
Saying that I just -
- Have to try
Have to try to open the door
Have to try
Have to TRY!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll try to open the door
No matter which key it may need
I'll try to make the pain
a thing that's just needed to
stop loving you and to
stop hating me.....
I'll have to try
Have to try to open the door
Have to try
Have to try to take my troubles down
Jups, dat was het dan!
This post was edited by speedcaster on Sep 22 2006 09:40am