... de lyrics van de cover van the mercy seat? Doe dan gewoon recht aan het origineel van Nick Cave.

Verder natuurlijk een fijne post

mijn 2 ct. Omdat het een korte tekst is en er toch veel inzit.

Stille Willie
Achter Glas
Camouflage
Big Joe & Phantom 309
Allemaal hetzelfde plot, allemaal fijn.

(@WitPaard: linksjtoek)

hell...

nick cave

paul simon

Tsja, witpaard, eigenlijk zijn de meeste lappen tekst van Nick Cave wel leuke verhaaltjes.
*plust*

wtf, in de eerst zien doen ze het gewoon...

The River van Bruce Springsteen...

Ik zag twee beren...

nee voor mij niets anders dan het verfrissende Morbid Angel:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLTTHHP-UqU&feature=PlayList&p=6A66782B44045216&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=1
vanaf 30 sec. that is.

@Timbo:

Geniale live uitvoering: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HxZKa4NwGo

Voor het betere verhalende levenslied:

(geen muziek/lyrics link helaas)

Brood- Never be Clever

@ biermeester:

Dankje hij is prachtig!

Rocky Raccoon

My life is good om de fantastische grove tekst.

the Hurricane- Bob Dylan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EotM7FH8uQg

De Fles - Jan Boezeroen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DHiR7sF5lc

They say he could split a mountain in two
Thats how we got the grand canyon

last great american whale - ome Lou

en zoals ik al zei http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJXP73FAYLA voor al uw begravenissen en rouwstoeten. maar dan wel voluit uit de nieuwe JBL EON 500's

Alles van Anal Cunt.

ik heb camouflage er maar even bijgezocht: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFYxCIr-Byo

Lol@palmboom-scene

America - Horse with no name:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0KKGdb4qUY

Bob Dylan - Hurricane
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y884RD3S82U

Vooral die laatste is het ultieme verhalende protestlied.

Youngstown van Bruce Springsteen. Het verhaal van meerdere generaties staalarbeiders die bezinken in hun lot.
Sfeer past goed bij het weer van vandaag

" When I die I don't want no part of heaven, I would not do heaven's work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me to stand in the fiery furnaces of hell "

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVXYzcb3r-w

O en iets onbekender:

Michelle Shocked - Anchorage
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hffcyJ1GAg

ahhh, ietsje traag van begrip mag weel op de zondag middag ...
songtext: Battle of Epping Forest van Genesis, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9k6zwMw_Jjo 11,5 minuut, kende ik ooit helemaal uit mijn hoofd

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwFS69nA-1w

first day of my life

of ook http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZmxQYJZiMo&feature=related
(The Lamia van Genesis, wel moeilijk te jijbuizen voor een acceptabele versie zeg)

De Nozem en de Non van Cornelis Vreeswijk

Hij was maar een neger van de zangeres zonder naam.

Mooi liedje over eeuwige liefde: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu_moia-oVI

Nou vooruit..

The Hurricane - Bobbie Dylan

Hey Joe - Die man die stikte in zijn eigen kots toen ie 27 jaar was.. maar dan degene die gitaar speelde.

Stinkfist - Tool

Billy Joel- Piano Man

Hoort er eigenlijk ook wel bij.

Niet echt een verhaal qua tekst, maar wel qua muziek..

De Fibonacci in Lateralus van Tool...

Erg bruut dat je dat kan bedenken als artiest..

ja da's nog niet zo makkelijk voor een artiest!

Everyday is like Sunday van Morrissey

Worn Down Piano van the Mark & Clark Band.

I looked out the window and seen his bald head
I ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg
Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair
Launched that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
Put him in check correct with my egg gun
The egg a symbol of life
Go inside your house and bust out your wife
Pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke
The trigger I pulled his face the yoke
Reached in his pocket took all his cash
Left my man standing with an egg moustache
Suckers they come a dime a dozen
And when I say dozen you know what I'm talking about
Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg
He was playing the wall and then he broke his leg
Tossed it out the window three minutes hot
Hit the Rastaman he said *bloodclot*
Which came first the chicken or the egg
I egged the chicken then I ate his leg
Riding the trains in between cars
When I pull out the station *you're gonna get yours*
Drive by eggings plaguing L.A.
*Yo they just got my little cousin ese*
Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny
It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy
People laugh it's no joke
My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke
*Now they got me in a cell* but I don't care
It was then that I caught catching people out there
We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back
We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back
Sam I am down with the program
Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam
Come Halloween you know I come strapped
I throw it at a sucker K-pap
You made the mistake you judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
You woke up in the morning with a peculiar feeling
You looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
Families puck rocks the businessman
I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand
Not like the crack that you put in a pipe
But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe

Lijpe Harry (Armand)

Dit word dan het trieste relaas van Lijpe Harry.

De Rotterdamse aannemerszoon die in Antwerpen naar de klote ging.

Ik vertel hier even bij dat de coupletten van dit lied over harddrugs en de refreinen over softdrugs gaan. Daar is dan op zich niet zo veel verschil tussen, maar als het andersom geweest was, had nu iemand anders het gezongen.

Harry was een jongen van zeventien jaar
Liep van huis weg omdat hij niet uit hield daar
Hij kwam in duistre kringen
Die hebben hem verleid tot t gebruik van morfine was hij vlug bereid
En Harry's ogen werden langzamer handgeel
En Harry's benen hielden hem niet in zijn geheel
Harry had brandstof nodig 7 maal per dag
En Harry stikte minstens 10 keer in zijn lach

Toch ben ik elke avond zo stoned als een kruk
Dan zegt mijn vrouw tegen mij je bent een lekker stuk
En als ik om me heen kijk dan voel ik me zo fijn
De mensen kunnen gewoon niet vriendelijker zijn.

Met zijn spuit in een sigarenkokerklein
Versleet Harry zijn adressen per dozijn
Apothekersassistentes mocht hij graag
Niet om het stuk maar anders liep zijn stoommachien te traag.
En op 1 avond toen hij uitgemergeld keek
Naar de spiegel die lange niet meer op hem leek
Toen zag hij tranen op zijn ingevallen wang
Uit zijn dode ogen, hij had spijt was bang.

Toch ben ik elke avond zo stoned als een kruk
Dan zegt mijn vrouw tegen mij je bent een lekker stuk
En als ik om me heen kijk dan voel ik me zo fijn
De mensen kunnen gewoon niet vriendelijker zijn

En op een dag ging Harry plechtig voor de bijl
En zijn kist werd omringd door luiden van zijn stijl
Met zijn spuit in de koude handen ging hij heen
En zijn makkers lieten hem voorgoed alleen

Beste ouders hoop dat dit niet zo ver komt
Met je kinders want ze gaan vroeg in de grond
Dromend leven kan wel heel aangenaam zijn
Maar je neemt ook een abonnement op ome Hein

Toch ben ik elke avond zo stoned als een kruk
Dan zegt mijn vrouw tegen mij je bent een lekker stuk
En als ik om me heen kijk dan voel ik me zo fijn
De mensen kunnen gewoon niet vriendelijker zijn

Een Bloesfilter dat elke Youtube-link aanvult met &fmt=18, is dat wat?

TL;DR vivagina & rennab.

The Waltons - The day the cat destroyed my kitchen!
(Sorry voor de vage thaise/vietnamese link)

hmz wel steeds meer herhalingen in de comments

Mojo Nixon. Are You Drinking With Me Jesus

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ff5FoGtAbro

/plop

(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! Oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.)
Yeah! All around in my home town,
They're tryin' to track me down;
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:

Oh, now, now. Oh!
(I shot the sheriff.) - the sheriff.
(But I swear it was in selfdefence.)
Oh, no! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh) Yeah!
I say: I shot the sheriff - Oh, Lord! -
(And they say it is a capital offence.)
Yeah! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh) Yeah!

Sheriff John Brown always hated me,
For what, I don't know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow -
He said kill them before they grow.
And so:

Read it in the news:
(I shot the sheriff.) Oh, Lord!
(But I swear it was in self-defence.)
Where was the deputy? (Oo-oo-oh)
I say: I shot the sheriff,
But I swear it was in selfdefence. (Oo-oh) Yeah!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
All of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down,
So I shot - I shot - I shot him down and I say:
If I am guilty I will pay.

(I shot the sheriff,)
But I say (But I didn't shoot no deputy),
I didn't shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no!
(I shot the sheriff.) I did!
But I didn't shoot no deputy. Oh! (Oo-oo-ooh)

Reflexes had got the better of me
And what is to be must be:
Every day the bucket a-go a well,
One day the bottom a-go drop out,
One day the bottom a-go drop out.
I say:

I - I - I - I shot the sheriff.
Lord, I didn't shot the deputy. Yeah!
I - I (shot the sheriff) -
But I didn't shoot no deputy, yeah! No, yeah!

No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will shine)
The high yellow moon won't come out to play:
(that high yellow moon won't come out to play)
I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light,
(and the stage) And the stage my day into night, yeah.
Where is the love to be found? (oo-ooh-ooh)
Won't someone tell me?
'Cause my (sweet life) life must be somewhere to be found -
(must be somewhere for me)
Instead of concrete jungle (la la-la!),
Where the living is harder (la-la!).

Concrete jungle (la la-la!):
Man you got to do your (la la-la!) best. Wo-ooh, yeah.
No chains around my feet,
But I'm not free, oh-ooh!
I know I am bound here in captivity;
G'yeah, now - (never, never) I've never known happiness;
(never, never) I've never known what sweet caress is -
Still, I'll be always laughing like a clown;
Won't someone help me? 'Cause I (sweet life) -
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
(must be somewhere for me), he-yeah! -
In this a concrete jungle (la la-la!):
I said, what do you cry for me (la-la!) now, o-oh!
Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, won't you let me be (la la-la!), now.
Hey! Oh, now!
---
/Guitar solo/
---
I said that life (sweet life) - it must be somewhere to be found
(must be somewhere for me)
Oh, instead: concrete jungle (la-la!) - collusion (la-la!) -
confusion (confusion). Eh!

Concrete jungle (la-la!): baby, you've got it in.
Concrete jungle (la la-la!), now. Eh!
Concrete jungle (la la-la!).

What do you stand(?) for me (la-la!), now? /fadeout/

The Doors - The End uiteraard, met een gratis weinig subtiel Oedipusstukje.

Etc

Puntje erbij voor Worn Down Piano

Stevie's Spanking:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKWBFWneJQ0

:D

Eazy-E- Nobody Move http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQdLPfUeWlo

Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
(Believe that, boy)
You're strapped?
(Yeah, you know it)
Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out
(Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves)

[pow]
("Alright everybody...")

This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down
Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound
Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass
I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast
My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out
This ain't personal, but now I'm about
to commit a crime and go thru with it
You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it
Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man
Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun
so me and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the TV screen
you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see
and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit
and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit
Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt
That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so

[Chorus:]

("Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt") [pow]
[repeat 4X]

(Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin head off)

Allright...
Empty your pockets, but do it slow
Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor
Don't make me have to set an example today
and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money
Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard
Laughin at the dumb ass security guard
who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd
But back to the bitches I'm peepin
and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin
Took her to the backroom, about to jack
Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back
I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw
I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner
Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her
The suspense was makin' me sick
She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!
I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand
(What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man)
Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt
because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so

[Chorus]

(I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor
Anybody moves and I shoot)

Stackin up the money and there's more to collect
cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks
Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
(Three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?)
Hurry up and get on
Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm?
I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three
or else five of ya bitches are comin with me
([Police:] Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in
This is the only chance to turn yourself in)
Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot
and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot
We're sendin out the hostages, all except five
and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
We want a copter, so we can get away clean
and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean
One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
but I smoked his ass before he got to the door
([Police:] They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!)
([MC Ren:] You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run
now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun)
([Police:] Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
or else the tear gas is about to blast)
I ran to the back and Ren followed behind
to a hell of a spot that was hard to find
The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin
with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin
Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped
at point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop
And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
cause a nigga like the E was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is

[Chorus]

([Police:] Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or
I'm gonna shoot two of your guards)

(Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again)

Kent niemand The Mars Volta hier????

The Buoys - Timothy

Trapped in a mine that had caved in
And everyone knows the only ones left
Were Joe and me and Tim
When they broke through to pull us free
The only ones left to tell the tale
Were Joe and me

Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go?
Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know?

Hungry as hell no food to eat
And Joe said that he would sell his soul
For just a piece of meat
Water enough to drink for two
And Joe said to me, "I'll have a swig
And then there's some for you."

Timothy, Timothy, Joe was looking at you
Timothy, Timothy, God what did we do?

I must have blacked out just around then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around
To finding Timothy

Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go?
Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know?

Timothy...

Timmah!
Timmah livin' a lie!
YAH!
Eh Timmah!
And the Lords of the Underworld
Darkness fills my heart with pain
Timmah!
And when girls start to sleep with girls
His love will rise again!
Timmah! Livin a lie!
A buh buh buh!
Yeah! OH!
Timmah...
And the Lords of the Underworld!
Darkness fills my heart with pain
And when girls start to sleep with girls
Timmah livin a lie!
I pledge allegiance to the flag....
To the United States of...
Timaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
TIMMAH!
Timmah livin a lie!
And the Lords of the Underworld
Darkness fills my heart with pain
And when girls start to sleep with girls
Timmah! Timmah timmah timmaah timaaaaaaaaaaaaaah TIMMAH!

Iets van Bal-Sagoth natuurlijk.

Een voorbeeldje:
And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown

[Chapter 1: The Voyage of the Sorcerer]
The war between the Imperium and the allied Vyrgothian Kingdoms had raged
for years. Beginning as minor disputes over border territories, the conflict
had swiftly escalated into a full-scale bloody war, a vast series of epic
campaigns, fervently perpetua ted by the Emperor Koord and the Over-King of
Vyrgothia, both eager to smite their traditional ancestral foes and to win
great glory and the adulation of their people by seizing victory in battle.
Recent months had seen the forces of the Imperium display a staggering degree
of tactical mastery and battle prowess, contemptuously crushing the Vyrgothian
armies in a series of great battles, 'til at last, following the slaughterous
Rout of the Fields of Kai-Vorg, The Empire's finest fighting force, the fame
d and far-feared Legion of the Ebon Tiger, stood unopposed not five day's
march from mighty Gul-Kothoth, the greatest and most ancient fortress-city in
all the Vyrgothian kingdoms. The Legion of the Ebon Tiger could not easily
count their numerous and r esounding victories, and their commander, the
legendary warlord Baalthus Vane, made it clear to the Emperor that he was
eager to press on deep into the enemy's lands and seize the prize which
awaited him; the siege and capture of ancient Gul-Kothoth! And yet the Emperor
Koord did not order the Legion to march, for disturbing information had of
late been relayed to him by his spies in the Vyrgothian Royal Court... Dire
rumours abounded that the Vyrgothian mages had at last discovered the ancient
arcane r ites which would unlock the aeons-fettered power of the dread
Obsidian Crown, a fearsome mystical artefact countless thousands of years old,
a black-jewelled circlet believed once to have been borne upon the immortal
brow of the legendary Shadow-King him self! And it was written in legend,
that should the ancient spells of might entwining the artefact be reawakened,
then incredible near limitless ruinous power would thus be bestowed upon any
army carrying the Crown into battle... Had the mages of Vyrgoth ia truly
ascertained the time-lost conjurations required to empower the Obsidian Crown,
hidden for centuries deep within the marble vaults of its ebon citadel? Eager
to know the truth, the Emperor dispatched his most powerful sorcerer across
the great In land Sea to the Court of the Over-King, under the pretence of
offering the terms for the Vyrgothian surrender. He was bade use all his
sorcerous skills to discover the truth... a truth soon made clear by the
disdainful refusal of the Imperium's terms, an d the grimly fearsome message
given the sorcerer by Vyrgothia's Master Wizard, with which to return to the
Emperor: "And lo, when the Imperium marches against Gul-Kothoth, then dark
sorceries shall enshroud the Citadel of the Obsidian Crown..."

[The Wizards of Vyrgothia:]
Darkly bejewelled circlet of night,
Crown of the Elder King,
Unfettered at last the Trinity of Might,
The sceptre, the sword, and the ring.

[The Sorcerer:]
I stand upon the oaken planks of this great ship, (the splendid flagship of
the Imperium's navies)
Gazing at moon-gleam dancing on the vast, dark sea...
(And in my mind I behold) black crystals gleaming... ensorcellment!
I am enthralled by this nighted spell...
For I know that the slumbering sorceries
Of the Shadow-King's crown shall soon be reawakened...
And as I return to my emperor (shackled to such woefully grim tidings),
My spirit is borne upon the leathern wings of a great sorrow...

[Chapter 2: The March of the Imperium]
[The Emperor:]
Call forth the Ogre-Mage of the Black Lake
And the Swordmaster of Kyrman'ku,
Let them speak the Words Which Unfetter...
Enshrined for countless centuries, within its darksome citadel,
Five score and ten against the Tiger, (curse) the black crown of the
Shadow-King!
By all the dark gods, I swear I'll not be dethroned!
A seething forest of blackened blades,
A churning sea of ebon war-chariots,
A searing storm of flaming shafts,
All this havoc and more shall I unleash against my foe...
Into battle! The Legion shall march... the fall of Gul-Kothoth is nigh!

The Legion of the Ebon Tiger... six thousand elite warriors of the
Imperium, the pride of the Emperor's forces... Bolstered by heavy cavalry, and
a squadron of deadly scythed chariots... further reinforced by the Imperial
Frontier Army of one hundred tho usand highly trained spearmen and archers...
and never has this force met its match in battle or siege...

[Baalthus Vane:]
Our banner flies ever glorious, undefeated we stand, steeped in victory.
The Iron Phalanx, six thousand strong, our ever-honed blades, the Tiger's
gleaming claws.
Pride of the Empire, Scourge of the Vraii,
Masters at Turonium, and Kai-Vorg.
Smiters of the Southern Host, Routers of the Horde, Bane of the Over-King, we
march to war!
And so, the Emperor himself rides to rendezvous with Baalthus Vane,
accompanied by his sorcerous aide. The Legion of the Ebon Tiger reaches
Gul-Kothoth at dusk on the fifth day of their march from the fields of
Kai-Vorg, halting upon the great arid plan which stretches before the city,
the huge dust cloud sent up by their massed arrival obscuring the dying embers
of the setting sun. As the vast army begins to make camp, arraying their
splendid tents and banners, and assembling their gargantuan siege-wag ons,
the Emperor stands gazing at the huge brooding walls and colossal cyclopean
gates of the city-fortress before him, vowing that a torrent of red slaughter
shall befall Gul-Kothoth, regardless of any sorcerous trinkets the Vyrgothians
may possess, and that the Over-King shall pay dearly for his sublime
arrogance. And twelve leagues distant, an army of five score and ten, bearing
the Obsidian Crown, approaches the city...

Pink Floyd - Have a Cigar http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUDpc04r_QM

Come in here, Dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far,
You're gonna fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it, if you try;
They're gonna love you.
Well I've always had a deep respect,
And I mean that most sincere.
The band is just fantastic,
that is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

We're just knocked out.
We heard about the sell-out.
You gotta get an album out.
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It's a hell of a start,
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team.

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

Hotel California en Camouflage zijn wel aardige verhalen...

Zappa: 'Titties and Beer'...

En Zappa zong Bobby Brown goes down.

Public enemy - Black steel in the hour of chaos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL-sD0ENUNY

Mag ook niet ontbreken: Shame and scandal ! (in the family)

Tenacious D - Tribute!

Gunga Din in de uitvoering van Jim Groce.
De tekst is een beroemd gedicht van Rudyard Kipling.

In de lange rij Johnny Cash-verhalen: /watch?v=y_uM87NTFW4]Chicken in black.

In de lange rij Johnny Cash-verhalen: /watch?v=y_uM87NTFW4]Chicken in black.

Na een paar hartgrondige vloeken, voor de Dicky!:

In de lange rij Johnny Cash-verhalen: /watch?v=y_uM87NTFW4]Chicken in black.

*Nog 1 *plop* en dan is het echt genoeg.*

In de lange rij Johnny Cash-verhalen: Chicken in black.

Zo leuk is ie nou ook weer niet...

Nu we het toch over nuggets hebben mag Dixie Chicken natuurlijk niet ontbreken.

sprookje van Jaap, en Troy van Sinead O'Connor, maar dan wel liefst deze uitvoering.

Zo'n beetje alles van Nick Cave, maar dit is toch wel mn favoriet

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Hier Zif dit is pas een leuk verhaal. Vanaf 7:45.

Vaag, mijn link opgegeten

Vage link, chubby...

Vaag? 1 van de leukste disco platen ooit gemaakt. Met leuk verhaaltje in het midden.

Chubby, hier dan ook een leuk verhaaltje voor jou (snor inbegrepen):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xA0Zf-BRczw&hl=nl

Takkeherrie maar niet slecht qua vleesch inderdaad.

10CC - Dreadlock Holiday

of wansmakelijk De Kassameisjes - Houdios - Met de bus naar Spanje

en het verhaal over Ma Baker van Boney M.

kassameisjes ja die was toch best wel leuk
*vuile slet*

Ik ga echt verzwijgen dat ik retekool-reaguurder ben als ik weer 'ns een hoer oppik. Ik schaam me dood voor jullie.

Alex Roeka - Ik hou van .. Live in Noaderwyn, een programma van de Friese Radio (Radio Fryslan dus)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMhhZK3Qz9M

Ook mooi.

Pas maar op als je überhaupt tegen haar gaat praten terwijl ze je afzuigt Kets, voor je het weet gaat ze antwoorden en heb je tanden in je eikel staan. Als ze tenminste nog tanden heeft, dat heroinehoertje

What's that smell van Macabre.

Of iets anders van Macabre, er zit eigenlijk altijd wel een verhaal in bij die lui.

De Kerkhofganger van Dorrestijn. Kon helaas niet zo snel audio/video vinden :(

@Zoute: Vind de onderwerpkeuze altijd zo beperkt in dat genre (volg het ook al jaren niet meer so correct me if I'm wrong)

Frank Zappa - Why does it hurt when I Pee?
Live - Lightning Crashes
Iron Maiden - Hallowed Be Thy Name

OLO @ Why does it hurt...
Maar dan moet je (in het verhalende kader) eigenlijk Joe's garage als geheel noemen.

Jajaja als we zo gaan beginnen knal dan gelijk The Wall er maar bij. :D

Overigens is het op dit moment voor de muziekliefhebber smullen hoor op de retekoels. Nog even verzoekje..doe eens niet YouTube linken knallen zonder info maar gewoon netjes doorlinken in titel. Als dank nog een verhalend nummer. Desrever - Llorkicr

Heel veel van The Decemberists.

The Apology Song
O Valencia!
The Legionnaire's Lament
Shiny (met lyrics in de info)

The Crane Wife 1/2/3, The Island (ook 3 delen), The Tain (5 delen) en hun hele laatste album, The Hazards Of Love. (Al is dat niet zo sterk als sommige nummers hierboven)

Z.: the game...

Van het legendarische tent-optreden van Faithless op Pinkpop 1998 "that generated an unique collective spiritual communicative response." .. en zo is het maar net: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGU5BJWCsSk

LOL ja die link die ken ik daar ga ik echt niet op...ehm..dus..

FUCK!! I Lose! Damn..

The Lightning Strike van Snow Patrol. Met een best wel heersende animatie (Quicktime alert!)

Djuu! Zou ik bijna Rory Gallagher's "A Million Miles Away" vergeten..

This hotel bar is full of people,
The piano man is really laying it down,
The old bartender is as high as a steeple,
So why tonight should I wear a frown?

The joint is jumpin' all around me,
And my mood is really not in style,
Right now the blues flock to surround me,
But I'll break out after a while.

Yes I'm a million miles away,
I'm a million miles away,
I'm sailing like a driftwood,
On a windy bay,
On a windy bay.

Hoe meer "verhalender" wil je het hebben? ;)

*schenkt nog een whisky in*

Snowpatrol heb ik sowieso al een softspot voor maar de animatie in deze "clip" is van begin af aan al uitzonderlijk goed. Thanks Mrs. Praline.
Jesus loves you more than you will know. ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ubcyn0_5GNc

Tom Waits, Frank's wild years:

Frank settled down in the Valley,
and he hung his wild years on a
nail that he drove through his
wife's forehead.

He sold used office furniture out
there on San Fernando Road and
assumed a $30,000 loan at
15 1/4 % and put a down payment
on a little two bedroom place.

His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
Made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth
shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua
named Carlos that had some kind of skin
disease and was totally blind.

They had a thoroughly modern kitchen;
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan.
They were so happy.

One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouth’s.
Drank 'em in the car on his way to the
Shell station; he got a gallon of gas in a can.

Drove home, doused everything in
the house, torched it.
Parked across the street laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red.

Frank put on a top forty station,
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed North.

Never could stand that dog.