zondag, december 28, 2014

Hozier - Take Me To Church

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner

If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

'We were born sick,' you heard them say it

My church offers no absolution
She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen, Amen, Amen

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice

To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable
We've a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings
When the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen, Amen, Amen

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

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dinsdag, april 26, 2011

Hooverphonic - Anger Never Dies

See the leaves how slow they tumble down
covering the green and yellow lawn
as proof of what has been and what will come
enjoying hazy lights of early dawn
it ain't good enough to try and not succeed

anger never dies
it's part of live
it's part of you

the end will cease the fire
and make us accept
we tend to lose

See the tears how slow they tumble down
covering believe in empty vows
as proof of what has been and what will be
alcohol puts us both to sleep
it'aint't good enough to try and not succeed

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woensdag, maart 02, 2011

Hooverphonic - The Night Before

I ring your bell, the buzzer opens the door
As I walk in, I only mind the floor

I raise my head and I see
The shadow on the wall
Vibrantly reminding your last call

You
Are lyring on the floor
Trying to remember
What happened the night before

Step by step, the sound of breaking glass
What happened here, I can only guess
You seem asleep as I try to put you on the bed
As I find traces of regret

You
Are lyring on the floor
Trying to remember
What happened the night before

You
Are you really that sure
that I'm the prince who wake you

We could rewind the movie, ?colour lie?
And thought I'm your hero
I'm not that sure, so unsure I'll sing

You
Are lyring on the floor
Trying to remember
You
Are lyring on the floor
Trying to remember
What happened the night before

You
Are you really that sure
that I'm the prince who wake you

woensdag, juni 25, 2008

Hans De Booij - Annabel

 

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donderdag, augustus 16, 2007

hooverphonic - Mad about you

Feel the vibe,
feel the terror,
feel the pain,
It's driving me insane.
I can't fake,
For God's sake why am i driving in the wrong lane
trouble is my middle name.
But in the end I'm not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you

Mad about you,
Mad .....

Are you the fishy wine that will give me a headache in the morning
or just a dark blue land mine that will explode without a decent warning.
Give me all your true hate and I'll translate it in our bed,
into never seen passion, never seen passion
that is why I am so mad about you

Mad about you,
Mad ....

Trouble is your middle name.
But at the end you're not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you

Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you

Give me all your true hate and I'll translate it in our bed,
into never seen passion, never seen passion
that is why I am so mad about you

Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you

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