I remember the day I first heard electronic music. I knew back then this illegal computer sound was gonna be my call. My heart got hooked on 4 by 4 beats. When house took his journey with Jack Chicago and acid house. Now my heart is hooked forever. It's in my soul, in my veins. On my mind 24/7. I don't care if it's trance, house, harddance, hardtrance, techno or hardstyle. I don't understand people who are satisfied with ordinary pop music. They just listen to whatever radiostations decide they should like. Followed by an overkill of ringtone commercials meant for kids. And my God, they like it! Some people even think that house clubs are for weirdos only. Maybe they're right, maybe we are weird. Maybe this music is weird and maybe the clubs are overrated. But we're in this together, we're in this for the love of beats, for the love of loops. If you're in the scene, being a DJ seems like a natural path to follow. Ha, back in the days DJs were weird people who liked music in a weird way. Back then you had to be a nerd to become a DJ. Nowadays everybody wants to be a DJ. Nowadays everybody wants to be that nerd. It sickens me, I hate those smartasses who think that being a DJ is an easy way to get laid. Well .. Get a life! If you're not in it for the love of the music:
WOULD YOU PLEASE FUCK OFF!
Coone - Words Of The Gang (met wat kleine veranderingen in de tekst)
Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a-lipstick boy
She was a-beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your inner space boy
You had hands girls boy
And steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you boy
And you just groan boy
She said come over come over
She smiled at you boy
Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a-lipstick boy
She was a-beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your inner space boy
You had hands girls boy
And steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you boy
And you just groan boy
She said come over come over
She smiled at you boy
Let your feelings slip boy
But never your mask boy
Random blonde boy
High density random
blonde boy
Blonde country
Blonde high density
You are my drug boy
You're real boy
Speak to me boy
Dog dirty dumb cracking boy
You're getting wet boy
Big big time boy
Acid bears boy
Babes and babes
And babes and babes
and babes
And remembering nothing boy
Do you like my tin horn boy
It gets wet like at Angel
derailed
You got a velvet mouth
You're so succelent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot time
On your telephone line
And God and everything
On your telephone
And in walks an angel
Look at me mum
Squatting pissed in the tube hole
At Tottenham Court Road
I just come out of the Ship
Talking to the most blonde
I ever met
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Shouting lager lager lager
Shouting mega mega
White thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
So many things to see and do
in the tube hole
The blonde going back
to Romford
Mega mega mega going back
to Romford
Hi mum are you having fun
On your way
To a new age tension headache
Kai Tracid - Life Is Too Short
Life is too short, don't stress everyday
Leave your worries behind, go out and play
Life is too short, grasp it in your hand
A natural miracle, have fun while you can
Life is too short, as precious as gold
It's full of surprises, so I am told
Life is too short, take it from me
Have as much fun as you wish, just wait and see
Life is too short, people seem to forget
That life is a gift and its free yes that's it
Life is too short, use your own eyes
Open yourself and enjoy your own life
Freemasons ft Baily Tzuke
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepard meet shepard
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
Gouryella - Ligaya
This is the first day of my life
For once I'm sure
That this is where I long to be
No need to know
If there is something more than this
No need to go
Cause there is nothing more than this
My future is so clear
Cause everything's right here
Inside of me
Inside of me
Just Jack - Stars In Their Eyes
They'll be making sure you stay amused
They'll fill you up with drugs and booze
Maybe you'll make the evening news
And when you're tripping over your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
and by the end of the night you'll be stifling your screams
Since you became a VIPerson
It's like your problems have all worsened
In Your paranoia casts aspersions
On the truths you know
And they'll just put you in the spotlight
And hope that you'll do alright
Or maybe not
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes?
Remember they said you'd show them all
Emphasise the rise but not the fall
And now you're playing a shopping mall
Your mum and dad they can't believe
What you appear to have achieved
While the rest of these users are just laughing in their sleeves
Since you became a VIPerson
It's like your problems have all worsened
Just your paranoia casts aspersions
On the truths you know
And now the tabloids use your face
To document your fall from grace
And then they'll tell you that that's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams
When I grow up im going to be famous
Behind the steel barrier and sequence and glitter
Five inch heels still knee deep in the litter
Each of them a bitter bullshitter,
Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamour, getting lost in the camera
Well footprints are fools gold, diamonds crusts on their one off plimsolls
So little time for these one off arseholes
Rigour mortis Ken and Barbie dolls,
A pair of big shades and a push up bra,
It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars,
That you've come a long way from the place that you started
So why'd you wanna go and get so down hearted
Welcome to the kingdom of the blagger
Uncutting you nose clean, coating you bladder
A whole lot happier a whole lot sadder,
Used to be satisfied but now you feel like Mick Jagger,
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story well they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams
Ferry Corsten - Beautiful
Everything is beautiful
Let the music carry you
Maybe I will follow you forever
Nowhere else I'd rather be
When you're lying next to me
Let the music carry us together
Andain - Beautiful Things
Got up early, found something`s missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing`s changed.
Who am I this time, where`s my name?
I guess it crept away.
No one`s calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won`t bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there`s nothing left to see.
What`s done is done, this life has got it`s hold on me.
Just let it go, what now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it`s all the same.
God won`t waste this simplicity on possibility.
Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling
this trace of blame.
Frozen still I thought I could stop,
now who`s gonna wait.
No one`s calling for me at the door.
and unpredictable won`t bother anymore.
and silently gets harder to ignore.
look straight ahead, there`s nothing left to see.
what`s done is done, this life has got it`s hold on me.
just let it go, what now can never be.
Now what do I do?
can I change my mind?
did I think things through?
It was once my life - it was my life at one time.
Donna Summer - I Feel Love
ATB - Don't Stop
Charly Lownoise & Mental Theo - Your Smile
In my hands I hold your smile
And in my heart it runs so wild
You are the one you are unique
I'm so in love you make me weak
And the reason that I feel is like a shadow from a light
So if you have the chance to be with me
Be my shadow in the night
In my hands I hold your smile
And in my heart it runs so wild
I want you near me night and day
And I will love you all the way
And the reason that I feel is like a shadow from a light
So if you have the chance to be with me
Be my shadow in the night
Charly Lownoise & Mental Theo - Fantasy World
I'm dancing under the moon above
And I'm singing my favourite song of love
And I'm raving on a memory
And I'm living in a fantasy with you
Laying in the grass I watch the sky
See the clouds and the birds passing by
And together with my dreams they drift away
To a fantasy world
Miles away from you
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Youp van t Hek - Niemand Weet Hoe Laat Het Is
Vannacht in m'n slaap word ik plots overvallen
Straks komt een auto en die rijdt me kapot
Wanneer zal de dood zijn fiets bij mij stallen?
Wat zal mijn clou zijn? Hoe is mijn plot?
Misschien zegt de dokter:
'Meneer nog twee maanden'
En word ik door een slepende ziekte gesloopt
Men zegt dat dat beter is voor nabestaanden
Maar twee maanden pijn is toch niet wat je hoopt
Deze dag is de eerste van de rest van mijn leven
Dat denken er velen bij hun ontbijt
Terwijl ik altijd denk: ik heb nog maar even
Dit wordt de laatste van een prachtige tijd
Dus moeten we dansen en moeten we vrijen
Moeten we lachen en drinken vol vuur
Lief hou me vast want nu ben ik nog bij je
Tijd is toch geld dus het leven is duur
En ik merk elke dag dat ik me vergis
En dat er dan nog een dag over is.
Jij mag niet doodgaan en ik wil niet sterven
Laat staan onze liefste, denk niet aan ons kind
Haar dood zal ons leven voor altijd bederven
Terwijl ze misschien een hemel daar vindt
Niemand mag doodgaan, niemand verdwijnen
Maar je weet net als ik, er gaat steeds zoveel mis
Met auto's, veerboten, vliegtuigen, treinen
Niemand weet hoe laat het is
Is het vijf voor twaalf of net half zeven?
Hoeveel uur heb ik nog of rest mij een kwartier? Hoelang mag ik doorgaan nog doorgaan met leven?
Ik heb echt geen idee dus ik grijp het plezier
Dus moeten we dansen en moeten we vrijen
Moeten we lachen en drinken vol vuur
Lief hou me vast want nu ben ik nog bij je
Tijd is toch geld dus het leven is duur
En ik merk elke dag dat ik me vergis
En dat er dan nog een uur over is
Ik weet als ik later groot ben
En ook bijna dood ben
Dan is al die angst niet nodig geweest
Maar altijd de bangste, altijd die angsten
Maakte mijn leven tot een schitterend feest
Want we hebben gedanst en we hebben gevreeën
We hebben gelachen en gespeeld met het vuur
God verbood wat we allemaal deden Leef toch je leven als je allerlaatste uur
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Youp van 't Hek - Want Morgen Ben Je Dood
Neem een hele grote lepel
Met de mooiste kaviaar
En een goede fles Bourgogne
Eentje van een prachtig jaar
Lees nog een keer van Neruda
Stil zijn ode aan de lucht
Kijk nog een keer naar de wereld
Zie de wezensvreemde klucht
Ruik nog een keer schone kleren
Bakkerij met heel vers brood
Ja, want morgen, ja, want morgen
Ja, want morgen ben je dood
Morgen kan het echt gebeurd zijn
Zonder ziekte, zomaar dood
Morgen kan het echt gebeurd zijn
De wal ligt heel dicht bij de sloot
Pak alles met beide handen
Zonder zeuren, gewoon blij
Drink de dag met volle teugen
Want opeens is het voorbij
Leef toch echt in lichterlaaie
Leef toch prachtig mooi en groot
Ja want morgen, ja want morgen
Ja want morgen ben je dood
Maak die reis naar waar je heen wilt
Lees dat boek dat er nog ligt
Zeg iets liefs tegen je liefste
Maak een bodemloos gedicht
Huil je hoofd leeg, schreeuw je tranen
Maak toch alle ruzies goed
Hoor je hart verdomme kloppen
En voel het suizen van je bloed
En mocht je morgen toch nog leven
Dan was gisteren geen straf
En echt niemand, nee, echt niemand
Pakt jouw gisteren ooit af
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Youp van t Hek - Dansen
Er is een veehal vol met mensen
Je weet niet wat je ziet
Bijna veertigduizend mensen
En ze dansen op één beat
Honderdduizend decibellen
Trommelvliezen die staan bol
Ze dansen en ze dansen
Wat is de dansvloer vol
Hun neuzen die zijn wit gepoederd
Ik weet niet wat ik zie
Ogen als schotelantennes
Van de hash en xtc
En ze dansen en ze dansen
En ze dansen voor hun lol
En ze dansen en ze dansen
Wat is de dansvloer vol
Lichten flitsen, boxen bassen
Piercings trillen door de lucht
Een oude veehal vol met mensen
Vol met mensen op de vlucht
En ze dansen en ze dansen
De muziek is hard en hol
Ze dansen en ze dansen
Wat is de dansvloer vol
De bas gaat dwars door alle buiken
Je verstaat elkander niet
En ze dansen en ze dansen
Dansen dwars door hun verdriet
Dansen dwars door alle vragen
Dansen dwars door hun genot
Dansen, dansen, dansen, dansen
Dansen, dansen is hun god
En er is een after-party
Waar ook iedereen weer komt
Om te dansen en te dansen
Tot de tonen zijn verstomd
Alle mensen zijn vertrokken
Iedereen is weg, en masse
Alle mensen zijn verdwenen
En niemand weet nog wie hij was
Youp
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Baz Luhrmann - Sunscreen
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience... I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
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Coke
Mijn naam is cocaine, ook wel coke genoemd.
Ik ben je land binnen gekomen zonder paspoort.
Ik maak de wereld rijk, arm en afhankelijk.
Sommigen worden zelfs voor mij vermoord en teruggevonden in een sloot.
Mijn waarde wordt hoger geschat dan die van diamanten en goud.
Gebruik mij één keer en ik maak je mijn slaaf.
Zelfs de scholieren zijn mijn dienaren.
Ik zorg dat ze geld stelen van hun eigen moeder.
Als je mijn slaaf bent, kan ik je zelfs laten moorden om wat te krijgen.
Ik verneuk acteurs, politici, DJ's, clubbers, mensen die ooit leuk waren en van anderen hielden.
Ze gaan aan mij kapot, worden door anderen gehaat omdat ze mij gebruiken.
Ik roof bankrekeningen, miljoene mensen komen door mij in het rood.
Ik hou van het snuiven en de messen, de bende-oorlogen die om mij worden uitgevochten.
Ik hou ervan als je me smeekt je met rust te laten.
Ik maak je leven een hel, ik neem je aardigheid weg.
Vergeet mijn naam niet.
Gebruik mij niet, anders zal je leven een hel zijn,, voor eens en voor altijd.
Vlucht voor de naam coke... want nu kan het nog... hoop ik voor je.
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