Texts de chansons à la mode de Karel

My Girlfriend’s A Computer
GO!
We’re tryin’ to shut her off at night,
but she just keeps the database on.
I click to say it’s alright,
I’m scared our kids will get raised on
byyyyyyyy…

my computer!
Byeeeeee byeeeeee
my computer!
(Byeeeeee byeeeeee!)
I’ve liked you since you were hardware,
but now you are too much aware,
you should get a life out there!
Youuuuuuuu’re
my computer!

Since when is fun so reachable,
you’re always hot, always turned on.
My webpage is such a ruble,
for going up, I hit PgDn.
Liiiiiiiiike

my computer!
Byeeeeee byeeeeee
my computer!
(Byeeeeee byeeeeee!)
I’ve liked you since you were hardware,
but now you are too much aware,
you should get a life out there!
Youuuuuuuu’re
my computer!

But in the end, it’s my one that fits your zero.
And any other chip, would not like me at all.
Ooh, I am blessed, your Windows open for me.
But I’d rather take a Macintosh,
‘cause I’ve got a Jobs for you.
For youuuuuuu

my computer!
Byeeeeee byeeeeee
my computer!
(Byeeeeee byeeeeee!)
I’ve liked you since you were hardware,
but now you are too much aware,
you should get a life out there!
Youuuuuuuu’re
my computer!
Neeeeerd! (Nerd!)
(My girlfriend’s a computer!) (Nerd!)
(Damn!)

POWER OFF!

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Mijn eerste coole tekst. Over nerds die verliefd worden. De computer is obviously een metafoor voor het meisje.
Het zou een ramonespoppunk nummer zijn. Inspiratie komt voornamelijk van The Lillingtons en Matty Pop Chart.

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The ‘Hot’ In Eachother
“Max Power, he’s the man who’s name you’d love to touch! But you mustn’t touch! His name sounds good in your ear! But when you say it, you mustn’t fear! ‘Cause his name can’t be said by anyone!” (The Simpsons, “Homer To The Max”)

Youuu
and meee
and everybody else
who wants to join!
(Who wants to join!?)
Join! Join!! Join!!!

We both like reading books,
‘cause you can judge them by their covers.
It’s all about the looks,
that’s the perfect key to love or-
tutududum

IIII
am naked
and you’re somewhere else
but I’ll move on!
(I’ll move on!)
Because! I’m!! Alone!!!

We both like reading books,
‘cause you can judge them by their covers.
It’s all about the looks,
that’s the perfect key to love or-
tutududum

I like you ‘cause you’re sexy!
I won’t get an erection!
And would you please let me
thank god this ain’t fiction.

We both like reading books,
‘cause you can judge them by their covers.
It’s all about the looks,
that’s the perfect key to love or-
It’s all about the looks,
the perfect key to love or
the making of love

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Dit gaat over seks hebben. Roekeloos. Losbandig. Overmatig. Overspelig.
De strofe zou kei punk zijn zijn en het refrein zou een reggea/ska-achtige toon hebben.

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I Don’t Like You (‘Cause You Sing Along)
I like singing.

I like birds and
I like spoons,
I like red discs in the air.
I like toilets
I like blue,
I like pretty girls to stare (at).
I like bread and
I like hands,
I like flowers in a box.
I like musics
I like art,
I like big grey mountain rocks.

But I don’t like youuu,
you disturb me,
you suburb me,
you play games with meee.
You overdo me,
you seduce me,
but you’re really beautifuuuuuul.

I like dance and
I like style,
I like correct grammar use.
I like water
I like noise,
I like wrong directed clues.
I like shells and
I like heads,
I like islands in the sun.
I like parties
I like cats,
I like it when things are fun.

But I don’t like youuu,
you disturb me,
you suburb me,
you play games with meee.
You overdo me,
you seduce me,
but you’re really beautifuuuuuul.

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Dit is eigenlijk een duet. Het cursieve zingt iemand anders, eventueel het publiek. Het refrein is gezamelijk.
Qua stijl iets singer/songwriter/pop. Inpiratie komt ook van Matty Pop Chart (zie zijn nummer 'Thing I Like' van zijnen CDR die online staat)

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What’s This Emotion? (unfinished)
Along the lines of citylines
and by the ways of waterways
I try to stand the standings
and feel the feelings
but I got to one problem
you nor me can sort it out.

I can’t feel this,
I can’t see this,
I can’t determine
because I’ve never heard
I’ve never heard of laughter
I’ve never heard a cry.

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Gebaseerd op Mark Haddon's "The curious incident of the dog in the night-time" over nen Asperger.
Niks geworden.

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I Made Peace With God (Goddamnit! pt. I)
So this is when we grow up,
I just hope it won’t stop,
‘cause I still have things to make
like things, schmings that don’t break
for you, God or Jesus, whoever tends to live
I don’t believe you cause you sold out to me!
(OOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOD)

I tried to go to heaven, so I made out with God.
It wasn’t my best experience, though.
Kind of sad ‘cause my girl in hell is much more hot
That’s one thing I know for sure!

Finally we made it there
down the stairs up to the air.
Everyone seems to want this God
to give His so-called ‘bliss’ a lot.
Times have changed, from Father
to Son, who cares, believing is rather
(OOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOD)

I tried to go to heaven, so I made out with God.
It wasn’t my best experience, though.
Kind of sad ‘cause my girl in hell is much more hot.
That’s one thing I know for sure!

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Over hoe hard dat God ne loser is en hoe hard dat mijn vriendin zou heersen. Ik zeg wel 'zou'. Of zal.
Ramonespoppunk.

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God Made Out With Her (Goddamnit! pt. II)
As she appears she’s the perfect woman
She happens to be the perfect woman
God’s hitting on the perfect woman

But he’s excused ‘cause he spent 6 days working on her
In the times the world was up to conquer
And thank God he sent us pictures on the Internet!

She looks a lot like a deity of women
She has every ability of women
Still she isn’t fiction nor fact
Oh, well she’s real just out of reach (This is bad)

My God says she’s the best of all
And I happily believe Him
But seeing her picture on the wall
Only makes me envy Him

Because she’s a queen
She’s a godess
She is quite the babe in town
She’s a cutie
She is hot
Her hair even isn’t brown (This is good)

It hurts she’s not the girl next door (Damnit, come live here)
Even if we lived in a house of wax (A house of love feels better)
It’s understood she’s not the quiet (Loudness is the new sex)
She doesn’t deserve captivity (Expect if it’s in my arms)

Oh my God, this is great, too bad of my heart being ripped out
God has spent 6 days, none too much, none too little
Your imperfection is your unreachability, oh no
Your imperfection makes you perfect, oh you’re perfect
Aaaaaaah! Oh!

My life is incomplete
Without a daily look on
On my wall of fame
My bedroom wall
Where you stand
Where you are the only one…

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Deel 2. Over Elisha Cuthbert. Duh.
't Zou een beetje een chaotisch nummer zijn. Iets tussen A Wilhelm Scream en Screeching Weasel.

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Your Letterbox Is My Litterbox
I like to buy a biscuit or two
Every morning when I walk to school
and eaaat it
The only problem is I always knew
The trashcan in our street has a rule:
don’t feeeed it
It says “please keep this cleaan”
So I don’t dare to throw it iiin
My wrapping always ends up with youuuu!

‘Cause your letterbox is my litterbox
I’m sorry to tell you because it sucks
I can’t throw away my things anywheeeeere (anymore)!
Your letterbox is my litterbox
At least it’s plastic, they aren’t rocks
I hope it’s not too difficult for you to beaaaaar!

Seems I pass you by while I eat
Outside my face becomes quite red
I feel inside a troubled heartbeat
And I just stop for a second breath
I think I’m on the waaay
To leave this box okaaay
But once again my dirt replaces your maiiiiiiiiil!

‘Cause your letterbox is my litterbox
I’m sorry to tell you because it sucks
I can’t throw away my things anywheeeeere (not anywhere)!
Your letterbox is my litterbox
At least it’s plastic, they aren’t rocks
I hope it’s not too difficult for you to beaaaaar!

I hope you still find your mail
Laying on the ground
Every morning
I hope you don’t feel sacked
By a bag
I hope you feel the pain I feel
Together we will place a lot more garbage cans!
or dust bins!
or maybe even giant trash containers!
or maybe even giant trash containeeeers!

Your letterbox used to be my litterbox
Never tried to stick in rocks
Now I can release this dirt somewhere else!
Your letterbox used to be my litterbox
I handled it like an old jukebox
Nowadays he gets mails from angels!

‘Cause your letterbox is my litterbox
I’m sorry to tell you because it sucks
I can’t throw away my things anywheeeeere (everywhere)!
Your letterbox is my litterbox
At least it’s plastic, they aren’t rocks
I hope it’s not too difficult for you to beaaaaar (please)!

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Over vuil in iemand zijn brievenbus stoppen, en hoe dit een manische ziekte kan worden waarvoor ge in psychotherapie zult moeten.
Ramonespoppunk.

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The Girl With 2 First Names
I think I know a girl, who is smoking hot.
I just wish she would at least want to know a lot
about me but obviously she doesn’t care.
Maybe if I show up in my underwear,
she’ll think I am the coolest guy around the block
but in fact she really doesn’t give a fuck
about me.

It’s a game of guessing around I guess:
She’s got… some black hair
she’s got… some nice clothes
she’s got… eyes somewhere
I’m on the end of the road.
She’s got… whole lotta body
she’s got… a lot of style
she’s got… a sense to party
I want to walk her mile.

I can’t seriously blame her for being alive,
because she’s the prettiest lady who has ever arrived
on the island of my feelings, she’s the icing on my top,
but I don’t think my intense loving feelings can stop.
If she’d only notice me for once and smile at me,
I would pinch my cheek to check if I don’t dream
about her.

But most importantly of all I guess:
She’s got… a first name
she’s got… a last name
she’s got… 2 names
but they are both the same!
She’s got… a first name
she’s got… another name
she’s got… 2 first names
ooh, this is truly insane!

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'k Vind dat nen toffe tekst. 't Is ook de waarheid.
Ramonespoppunk.

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Kinda Really
You interfere too much
your knowledge is a fudge
you don’t walk straight
you hesitate
you douche!

I kinda really hate you
for kinda really being here
no kinda real fate in you
you’re kinda really queer

I wish you’d fucking die
I’d be eating so much pie
It’d be such a feast
for me at least
you dyke!

I kinda really hate you
for kinda really being here
no kinda real fate in you
you’re kinda really queer

up yours!

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Over hoe ik de wereld haat en screw you.
Ramonespoppunk. Inspiratie uit 'Fuck The World' van the Queers en/of Screeching Weasel.