Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture The moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka Is still lodged in my head And some blonde gave me nightmares I think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies They won't make of me when I'm dead With an ironclad fist I wake up and french kiss the morning While some marching band keeps Its own beat in my head While we're talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love and the truth and what you mean to me And the truth is, baby you're all that I need I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses Well I'm so far away That each step that I take is on my way home A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night Just to see through this payphone Still I run out of time Or it's hard to get through Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you I'll just close my eyes and whisper Baby blind love is true I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses Well, this hotel bar's hangover whiskey's gone dry The barkeeper's wig's crooked And she's giving me the eye I might have said yeah But I laughed so hard I think I died, ooh yeah Now as you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again Tonight I won't be alone But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove For it's you that I'd die to defend I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down On a bed of roses
I came here from The voice of Holland, 'coz ur harmony with finalist sang As Long As You Love Me (Backstreet Boys). I found u with "MISS MONTREAL" not Sanne Hans -the real name of her. Honestly, Im biggest fan of Jon Bon Jovi, like each other. . Always and this song (Bed of Roses) are most song I like. So, I know, bed of Roses is too hard song to sing. Cuz I think, this song is masterpiece, and I was heard, Bed of Roses has included to 100 greatest song ever. . So, gud job Mrs. Sanne (Miss Montreal). . And I hope come to my wonderful land, Bali, Indonesia.
Ik ben nog veel slechter, en daarom treed ik ook niet op! Miss Montreal zal best iets kunnen, maar dit vind ik werkelijk vreselijk! Dus Hans, dan weet je waarom ik niet optreed!! Ik zie verderop dat mensen het prachtig vinden, en zo komt alles weer op zijn pootjes terecht, en kan Sanne fijn covers van Bon Jovi blijven doen!
Je hebt volkomen gelijk. Dit was echte een inhoudloze uitvoering. De emotie en de toon van het nummer zijn volledig verloren gegaan. Ze is een goede performer maar dit was niet een om over naar huis te schrijven.
Nou moet ik zeggen dat muziek voor een heleboel mensen een soort van behang is, en dan is het al snel goed. Dit merk je ook heel erg dat mensen muziek vooral leuk vinden als er een wedstrijd aan verbonden is (The Voice, Idols, songfestival en dergelijke). Ik vind het erg knap als je de inhoud van de song met gevoel moet brengen, en tegelijkertijd ook nog met winnen bezig bent. In de meeste gevallen gaat dit niet goed, en daarom hou ik er ook niet van dat op die manier muziek beleeft wordt!
Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture The moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of Vodka's still lodged in my head And some blonde gave me nightmares Think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies They won't make of me when I'm dead With an ironclad fist I wake up and french kiss the morning While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head While we're talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love, the truth, what you mean to me And the truth is Baby you're all that I need I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails Oh I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses Well I'm so far away Each step that I take is on my way home A king's ransom in dimes, I'd give each night To see through this payphone Still I run out of time Or it's hard to get through Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you I'll just close my eyes and whisper "Baby, blind love is true" I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails Oh I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses Well this hotel bar's hangover whiskey's gone dry The barkeeper's wig's crooked And she's giving me the eye Well I might have said yeah But I laughed so hard I think I died Ooh yeah Now as you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again Tonight I won't be alone But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove For it's you that I'd die to defend I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down On a bed of roses Terjemahkan ke bahasa Indonesia
