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Jeg begynner.

If you're havin' trouble with your high school head/huh, huh, huh, huh
He's givin' you the blues/huh, huh, huh
You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed/huh, huh, huh, huh
Here's what you gotta do/huh, huh, huh
Pick up the phone, I'm always home/huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Call me anytime/huh, huh, huh
Just ring: three-six-two-four-three-six, hey
I lead a life of crime

Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap

You got problems in your life of love/huh, huh, huh, huh
You got a broken heart/huh, huh, huh
He's double-dealin' with your best friend/huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
That's when the teardrops start FELLA, well-uh/huh, huh, huh
Pick up the phone, I'm here alone/huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Or make a social call/huh, huh, huh, huh
Come right in, forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball, eh

Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap, oohh
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Whoa yeah

You got a lady and you want her gone/huh, huh, huh, huh
But you ain't got the guts/huh, huh, huh
She keeps naggin' at you night 'n' day/huh, huh, huh, huh
Enough to drive you nuts/huh, huh, huh, huh
Pick up the phone, leave her alone/huh, huh, huh, huh
It's time you made a stand/huh, huh, huh, huh
For a fee, I'm happy to be
Your back door man, hey

Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap, yeah
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Concrete shoes
Cyanide
T.N.T
Done dirt cheap
Ooo, neckties
Contracts
High voltage
Done dirt cheap, eah

Dirty deeds, do anything you want me to, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, dirty deeds, dirty deeds, done dirt cheap

Yaaagh
 

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Jeg fortsetter....

Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become
Ain't it fun when you get so high that you, well you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young

It's such fun... such fun

Ain't it fun when you're taking care of number one
Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain't it fun when you j.j.j. just can't seem to find your tongue
Cause you stuck it to deep into something that really stung
It's such fun

Well somebody come up to me they spit right in my face
But I didn't even feel it, it was such a disgrace
I punched my fist right through the glass
But I didn't even feel it, it all happened so fast

It's such fun, such fun, such...

Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
Ain't it fun when she splits and leaves you on the bum
Ain't it fun when you've broken up every band that you've ever begun
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young

It's such fun, such fun, such...
Having a real fun time, such fun, such fun
No Fun
 

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I hear you are singing a song of the past
I see no tears
I know that you know it may be the last
For many years
You'd gamble or give anything
To be in with the better half
But how many friends must I have
To begin with to make you laugh

Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day

You know that the coming is so close at hand
You feel all right
I guess only women in cages can stand
This kind of night
I guess only women in cages
Can play down
The things they lose
You think no tomorrow will come
When you lay down
You can't refuse

Will you still have a song to sing...
 

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When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone!
 

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XTC - Dear God


Dear god,
Hope you got the letter,
And I pray you can make it better down here.
I dont mean a big reduction in the price of beer,
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet,
cause they dont get enough to eat

From god,
I cant believe in you.

Dear god,
Sorry to disturb you,
But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears,
And all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street,
cause they cant make opinions meet,
About god,
I cant believe in you.

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!

Dear god,
Dont know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it aint and so do you,
Dear god,
I cant believe in,
I dont believe in,

I wont believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners,
No devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
Youre always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
And its the same the whole world round.
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebodys unholy hoax,
And if youre up there youll perceive,
That my hearts here upon my sleeve.
If theres one thing I dont believe in...

Its you,
Dear god.
 
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Parelius

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En kan ikke bli annet enn inspirert av AC/DCs huh huh huh i den tekstlige versjon. Og Dear God er god. Men nå noe helt annet - genial kitch:

Blue Moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue Moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for

And suddenly there appeared before me
The only one my arms could ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked my Moon had turned to gold

Blue Moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
 

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I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby detonate for me.

Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight
Honey gotta strike me blind
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby penerate my mind.

And I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
And honey I'm the world's forgotten boyt
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
Forgotten boy, forgotten boy
Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy

..så Iggy på Bukta i fjor sommer,60åring som må ha ADHD :eek:
mvh Filip
 

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Vet ikke helt om trådstarter er ironisk eller ei, men trår til med denne:

Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Is all my brain and body need
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Are very good indeed

Keep your silly ways or throw them out the window
The wisdom of your ways, I've been there and I know
Lots of other ways, what a jolly bad show
If all you ever do is business you don't like

Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Is very good indeed

Every bit of clothing ought to make you pretty
You can cut the clothing, grey is such a pity
I should wear the clothing of Mr. Walter Mitty
See my tailor, he's called Simon, I know it's going to fit

Here's a little piece of advice
You're quite welcome it is free
Don't do nothing that is cut price
You know what that'll make you be
They will try their tricky device
Trap you with the ordinary
Get your teeth into a small slice
The cake of liberty

Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Sex, drugs, rock, roll
Sex, drugs, rock, roll
 

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Too Drunk To Fuck"

Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank 16 beers
And I started up a fight

But now I am jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to fuck

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk, to fuck
I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk
To fuck

I like your stories
I love your gun
Shooting out truck tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun

But in my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk, to fuck
It's all I need right now
Too drunk to fuck

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk, to fuck
I'm sick soft gooey and cold
Too drunk to fuck

I'm about to drop
My head's a mess
The only salvation is
I'll never see you again

You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin' retainer
Put it in your purse

I'm too drunk to fuck
You're to drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now Oh baby
I'm melting like an ice cream bar
Oh baby

And now I got diarrhea
Too drunk to fuck
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Oooohhh
 
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Parelius

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Nok en fin sangtekst:

All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.

Ironie er for de som ikke har vært ute en vinternatt…
 

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"They Saved Hitler's Cock" - Angry Samoans


They saved Hitler's cock, They hid it under a rock.
I discovered it, last night. I couldn't even, believe my eyes.

If Hitler's cock could start to talk, it would say: To kill today.
If Hitler's cock could choose it's mate, it would ask, for Sharon Tate!

They saved Hitler's cock. They stuffed it in Mengele's sock.
They saved Hitler's cock, and now it wants to talk.

Now it's starting to get hard, I found it in my backyard.
Every night it kills a dog, and now it wants, some night and fog
Hitler's cock is on the move, and now I'm scared of what it's gonna do!
 

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Valentino skrev:
@Bx: Ironisk trådtittel.
I så fall.....

Vanligvis er det enkelt for meg å ignorere teksten: Noen lyttere har mest fokus på teksten, men jeg er av den andre sorten. Men noen ganger - eller skal jeg si - noen andre ganger - er teksten så allright - eller omvendt - at jeg bare må høre på budskapet. En av de som har gjort det i positiv forstand er Eggum'en. Men jeg måtte høre noen ganger på Åge & Sambandet &b Levva livet før jeg klarte å IKKE høre på lyrikken. Heldgvis ble jeg avvent til slutt, så jeg kan nyte en av høydepunktene i norsk rock uten å irritere meg over teksten. Heldigvis. For det er IMO inkarnasjonen av Trønderrock.

Men her er en som definitivt hører hjemme på executive team building ( eller kanskje landsmøtet i KRF ;-)):

Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know
That something wasn't right here
Oh baby baby
I shouldn't have let you go
And now you're out of sight, yeah
Show me, how you want it to be
Tell me baby
'Cause I need to know now what we've got

Vi har den på singstar. Jeg er ikke spesielt god på vanlige låter uansett, men når denne kommer opp, blir den halvsure andretenoren min krydret med ukontrollerte latterutbrudd. Den har blitt parodiert opp og ned, men ingen ting matcher originalen. Jeg klarer nesten ikke å synge åpningslinjene uten å bli flau og lattermild. Dette er en icebreakerk av en annen verden. ;D Den hører definitivt hjemme på executive team building der selv disc-jockeyen tar en timepris på ca 2500,- per time.

Alle fortjener opplevelsen av å gi denne låta en seriøs tolkning i løpet av sitt hifi-liv. Det er en ubeskrivelig opplevelse :)
 

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Dette er en fin tråd!!
Har ikkje flira so godt på lenge!!!

Fleire tekstar please!!
 

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"One Piece At A Time"

Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on cadillacs

Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.

One day I devised myself a plan
That should be the envy of most any man
I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand
Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.

[CHORUS]
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me a dime
You'll know it's me when I come through your town
I'm gonna ride around in style
I'm gonna drive everybody wild
'Cause I'll have the only one there is a round.

So the very next day when I punched in
With my big lunchbox and with help from my friends
I left that day with a lunch box full of gears
Now, I never considered myself a thief
GM wouldn't miss just one little piece
Especially if I strung it out over several years.

The first day I got me a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all of the chrome
The little things I could get in my big lunchbox
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.

Now, up to now my plan went all right
'Til we tried to put it all together one night
And that's when we noticed that something was definitely wrong.

The transmission was a '53
And the motor turned out to be a '73
And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone.

So we drilled it out so that it would fit
And with a little bit of help with an A-daptor kit
We had that engine runnin' just like a song
Now the headlight' was another sight
We had two on the left and one on the right
But when we pulled out the switch all three of 'em come on.

The back end looked kinda funny too
But we put it together and when we got thru
Well, that's when we noticed that we only had one tail-fin
About that time my wife walked out
And I could see in her eyes that she had her doubts
But she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin."

So we drove up town just to get the tags
And I headed her right on down main drag
I could hear everybody laughin' for blocks around
But up there at the court house they didn't laugh
'Cause to type it up it took the whole staff
And when they got through the title weighed sixty pounds.

[CHORUS]
I got it one piece at a time
And it didn't cost me a dime
You'll know it's me when I come through your town
I'm gonna ride around in style
I'm gonna drive everybody wild
'Cause I'll have the only one there is around.

[Spoken] Ugh! Yow, RED RYDER
This is the COTTON MOUTH
In the PSYCHO-BILLY CADILLAC Come on

Huh, This is the COTTON MOUTH
And negatory on the cost of this mow-chine there RED RYDER
You might say I went right up to the factory
And picked it up, it's cheaper that way
Ugh!, what model is it?
 

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Jeg vil bare oppfordre alle til å prøve singstar.
Karaoke er harry og deilig. Vær bare forberedt på å bli gruset skikkelig av ungene. Det blir i alle fall jeg.
 

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Bx skrev:
Jeg vil bare oppfordre alle til å prøve singstar.
Karaoke er harry og deilig. Vær bare forberedt på å bli gruset skikkelig av ungene. Det blir i alle fall jeg.
Helt enig ! Problemet er at de ikke vil ha meg med: "Pappa det er SÅ pinlig når du synger!"
Det er visst noe med innlevelsen som blir litt for sterkt....
 

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Dagens hilsen går til alle skyldige småbarn der ute.
Skaff dere et liv.

"I Kill Children"

I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
Crush 'em under my car
I wanna hear them scream
Feed 'em poison candy
To spoil their Halloween

So your're in the kids' ward
You're in there cos you're ill
How about some Pavulon
So I can see you chill

Time to hit the scool bus
I think I'll shoot the tires
Offer them a helping hand
Of open telephone wires

Ever wanted to die?
Of course you have
But I won't till I get my revenge
I don't wanna see people any more

Things I never ever saw before
Make me see them for the shit they are
Take as many as I can away with me
Anyone can be king for a day

So I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
I bang their heads in doors
I kill children
Can hardly wait for yours
 

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(Holstad: Rompa bar)

Det er blitt så moderne
å ta av seg klærne
og vise fram det man har.
Man ser kvinner og menn
om sommeren;
de flyr rundt med rompa bar.
De sprader omkring
som ingenting
alene eller i par;
pupper som disser
og nakne tisser
er'e no' rart man blir rar?


Med rompa bar - med rompa bar.
Man flyr rundt omkring
og vifter med det man har.
Med rompa bar - med rompa bar.
Nå er det neiggu'kke lett å væra kar.


Og drar man på stranda
og ligger i sanda
så vet man jo hvor det vil ende.
Man sitter og glaner
og titter og aner
at noe er i ferd med å hende.
Hva skal man si?
Det er jo fordi
man får jo så lyst til å kjenne.
Men nei, fy og fy,
hva skal detta bety?
Det er mannssjåvinistisk å tenne.

Med rompa bar - med rompa bar
Før drømte man om å se på,
nå drømmer man om å kle på.
Med rompa bar - med rompa bar
Nå er det neiggu' ikke lett å væra kar.

Men hvis man tar av seg,
så er man på galei,
en lysten og sexgal kar,
som går på jakt
i Adams drakt
og ikke skamfølelse har.
Da går man i hi
og tenker på si'
den var deilig den tida som var,
når det man sku' gi
og litt fri fantasi
måtte til for at man sku' bli far.

Med rompa bar - med rompa bar.
Ja, nå er det flaut å rødme
selv om utstyret er som ei blødme
Med rompa bar - med rompa bar.
Nå er det neiggu' ikke lett å væra kar.

Med rompa bar - med rompa bar
Man er tøff hvis man tar risken
og slenger'n fram på disken
Med rompa bar - med rompa bar.
Nå er det neiggu' ikke lett å væra kar.

Og prøver man på
at de skal forstå
og bruke de klærne de har.
Så ler de og sier:
"Det er best at du tier!"
og "Snu deg du bestefar!"
Ja, man er fossil
hvis man ikke vil
at hemninger er hva de var.
De ler og de spøker
mens andre forsøker
å skjule det lille en har.

Med rompa bar - med rompa bar.
Ja, nå er det flaut å rødme
selv om utstyret er som ei blødme.
Med rompa bar - med rompa bar.
Nå er det neiggu'kke lett å væra kar.
 

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Sagnomsust Stones:

Well, I'm a lonesome schoolboy
and I just came into town
Yeah, I'm a lonesome schoolboy
and I just came into town
Well, I heard so much about London
I decided to check it out

Well, I wait in Leicester Square
with a come-hither look in my eye
Yeah, I'm leaning on Nelsons Column
but all I do is talk to the lime

Oh where can I get my cock sucked?
Where can I get my ass fucked?
I may have no money,
but I know where to put it every time

Well, I asked a young policeman
if he'd only lock me up for the night
Well, I've had pigs in the farmyard,
some of them, some of them, they're alright
Well, he fucked me with his truncheon
and his helmet was way too tight

Oh where can I get my cock sucked?
Where can I get my ass fucked?
I ain't got no money,
but I know where to put it every time

I'm a lonesome schoolboy
 

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Lard - Can God Fill Teeth?

Don't ask me why
But I was walking down the streets
Of Fairfax, California
And I saw this flyer hangin'
On a telephone pole, and it said
CAN GOD FILL TEETH?
That's right!
For a $10 "Donation"
You could see silver fillings turn
To gold and other "supernormal dental happenings."
New caps! Filled cavities! Bring a
Flashlight and a mirror to observe.

But wait a minute -
Didn't I just read
About how the cops are getting parents
To plant bugging devices
In their kids teeth
So if they disappear they can track 'em
Before they wind up on the backs of milk cartons
And all that -

And didn't I read
That these devices can go two-way
And everything that I do or say
Is all goin' on tape somewhere right now
Planted in my cavities
And they didn't even tell me
No wonder every bad thing
In and out of my mouth
Keeps winding up on my employment record
All those fillings
All those crowns
I'll show them
Who's boss of my big mouth
Where's the pliars
God dammit! Where's the pliars?!?
Wilma! Where'd you put my electric drill
This is all coming out right now - TODAY!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh!

Must be some kind of conspiracy
The whole world's a God damn conspiracy
Look anywhere long enough, you're gonna find a conspiracy
Man, LIFE is a conspiracy!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Needlenose
Up my nose
- Agh! -
Where did all these wires come from?
How far up into my skull do they go?
I pull out more and more copper spagetti
How'd my Weekly World News get all wet?
God damn fishsticks melted again
What are they trying to do to me?
No secrets left in the land of the free!

There
No one's gonna tell me what to do
It's worth eating baby food
The rest of my life
To be a free man
Bastards:
Probably wouldn't understand me anyway.

En Lard Klassiker Til Glede For Nye Lesere 8)
 

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Do we give it up? (I don't know)
Should we give it hell? (I don't know)
Are you makin' a fortune? (I don't know)
Or don't you wanna tell? (I don't know)
Should we give it up? (I don't know)
Or hang around some more? (I don't know)
Should we buy some beer? (I don't know)
Can I use your hairspray?

One foot in the door, the other foot in the gutter
The sweet smell that you adore, yeah I think I'd rather smother.

Should we top it off? (I don't know)
It's startin' too slow. (I don't know)
Who's behind the board? (I don't know)
They tell me he's a dope. (I don't know)
What the fuck you sayin'? (I don't know)
Our lawyer's on the phone. (I don't know)
How much are you in for? (I don't know)
What did we do now?

One foot in the door, the other one in the gutter
The sweet smell that they adore, I think I'd rather smother

One foot in the door, the other one in the gutter
The sweet smell that they adore, well I think I'd rather smother

(4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12)

Are you guys still around? (I don't know)
Whatcha gonna do with your lives? (Nothin'!)

One foot in the *fuckup*, the other one in the gutter
The sweet smell that you adore, hey I think I'd rather smother

One foot in this door, the other one in the gutter
The sweet smell that they adore, oh I think I'd rather smother


(Replacements/I don't know. Min uthevning.)
 

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(Hey Sugar, how you doin'? Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude.
What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?' Probably with your man. Can we fuck?)

She won't let me fuck.
I really need to bust a nut.
She won't let me fuck.
I really need to bust a nut.

(Hey, check this out.)
It's so frustrating being a man, all these sexy women don't understand
Things we need to do, every other day or two
Like take you home baby, and make sweet love to you,
But you, you won't let me fuck.

She won't let me fuck. (You say the mood ain't right.)
I really need to bust a nut. (I know that pussy's tight.)
She won't let me fuck. (Give it to me, baby.)
I really need to bust a nut.

Her heart is still broken, (Poor baby.) her emotions are sore. (I know what you mean, girl.)
She is trying to recover from the man before. (Hey, that's my homeboy, cause.)
Her ex-boyfriend, (Who, Jermaine?) he probably can't see (shake that ass.)
that it was easy for him (uh, say what?) but he made is hard for me. (Why, man?)
Cause she, she won't let me fuck.

She won't let me fuck. (Aw, give it to me baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You know just what I need.)
She won't let me fuck. (Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut. (you smokin' all my weed!)

You rub your ass against me on the disco floor. (shake that ass.)
I asked you for your number and you said 'Hell no!'
(That's alright. Hey, fuck that bitch look at that one over there,cause.)
You always hang around me everyday. Different women wanna kick it, but you scare them away.
Now I get offended when you come around, cause I'm tired of my organs
(Your organs?) going up and down. That sucks, cause she won't let me fuck.

She won't let me fuck. (Aw, give it to me baby, give it to me honey.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Don't play with my head again.)
She won't let me fuck. (Let me hit it baby, let me hit it baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Are you a lesbian?)

Oh, let me lick it baby. Let me stick it honey. Buccoooc!
I'll give you my money.
Girl, you can have it all. Go ahead and have a ball.
If you want, you can take them both, baby.

In the year 2000 I see thousands of pretty young women I find arousin'
Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin', many different ways they keep their hair styles and
Full of boredom, I walk toward 'em, get 'em close to me cause I'm supposed to be
Male aggressor, female impresser. Say the right things, possibly undress her.
But that's the post game, this is still the pre-game.
Silly woman She-game. Baby, what's your name?
Even though I'm a freak, I play it off like a college geek, crack a smile and politely speak
With intellect to the woman I select, hoping that she won't detect
my egotistical chauvinistical lust I thrust 'til I scream like Mystical.
The wrong message I hope I'm not sending. Laughing and pretending my dick's not extending.
Can't be overzealous, she might discover. She's walkin' away, (Bitch!) blew my cover.

She won't let me fuck. (You know I love you.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Please don't change the subject.)
She won't let me fuck. (We could've fucked all night long)
I really need to bust a nut. (but, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong.)

She won't let me fuck. (Girl you got a lot to give.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You dress, you dress, so provocative.)
She won't let me fuck. (I can see your lingerie, from real far away.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Bitch, you must think I'm gay.)

Don't make me beg. Baby, let me rub your leg.
Don't make me cry. Look into my eye.
Girl, you damn pretty. Stop actin' so siddity. Put some oil on your titties.
Hey, man, I'm up outta here. She don't wanna fuck.
 

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(Little Feat: Rocket in my Pocket)

My baby called me up
She said, "Why don't you ever take me out?
Pick me up in your brand new car
You shake the short change from your old fruit jar"

I put on my dancin' shoes
We headed straight for the rhythm and blues
The music was hot, but my baby was not

I've got a rocket in my pocket, I said rocket
Ya fingers in the socket
Fingers in the socket, fingers in the socket

No way for you to stop it
That rocket c'mon, you get off it oh
Rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket

Don't understand that girl, I can't explain
She got one foot on the platform, the other on the train
I got a rocket in my pocket, yeah I said rocket
Finger in the socket
 

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(Putt gjerne inn artist/låt, folkens)
Mer Replacements, vi er visst i denne stimen:

Hut..yeah..c'mon

C'mon little kiddie (Gary?), get your head on right
C'mon little kiddie (Gary?), get your head on straight
You're gonna get her down
You're gonna finger to her
You're gonna suck me down
You're gonna see her out...

Forget about the lights, girl, and the cars
You never heard somebody so far
Grab a hold, gonna hold
You're gonna stick it to her
You're gonna stick it to her

Gary got a boner
'Cause Gary's got a boner
Gary got a boner
Gary's got a boner now

You locked that door, rolled up that window
Tied your sister up by the fender
I don't know if I will
You're gonna stick it to her
Yes, you're gonna stick it to her

Gary got a boner
Gary's got a boner
Gary's got a soft-on
Enough for more, more, more, more
Let it go
 
Ø

ØivindJ

Guest
"Merkelig", men fin:

The Mountain Goats - Cotton

This song is for the rats
Who hurled themselves into the ocean
When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold
Were just about to blow

This song is for the soil
That's toxic clear down to the bedrock
Where no thing of consequence can grow
Drop your seeds there, let them go
Let them go

Let them all go
Let 'em all go

This song is for the people
Who tell their families that they're sorry
For things they can't and won't feel sorry for

And once there was a desk
And now it's in a storage locker somewhere
And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons
I left in the top drawer

Let 'em all go
Let 'em all go

I wanna sing one for the cars
That are right now headed silent down the highway
And it's dark and there is nobody driving
And something has got to give

I saw you waiting by the roadside
You didn't know that I was watching
Now you know
Let it all go

Let 'em all go
Let it all go​
 

BurntIsland

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Ramones minimalisme

Go lil Camaro go
Go lil Camaro go
Come on baby shake
Come on baby move
Come on baby lets shake
Come on baby move

Go lil Camaro go
Go lil Camaro go
Come on baby shake
Come on baby move
Come on baby lets shake
Come on baby move

Girls cars sun fun
Girls cars sun fun
Girls cars sun fun
Good times for everyone
 

atonal

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En hymne til bilkjøringens gleder:

Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der Autobahn

Vor uns liegt ein weites Tal
Die Sonne scheint mit Glitzerstrahl

Die Fahrbahn ist ein graues Band
Weisse Streifen, gruener Rand

Jetzt schalten wir ja das Radio an
Aus dem Lautsprecher klingt es dann:
Wir fah'rn auf der Autobahn...
 

BurntIsland

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ingen er som mor:

Psycho

Can Mary fry some fish, Mama
Cause I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy how I wish, Mama
That you could keep that baby quiet
Cause my head is gonna be

I saw my ex again last night, Mama
She was at the dance at millers store
She was with that Jacky White, Mama
I killed them both and they're burried
Under Jenkins in the morgue

You think I'm psycho don't you mama
Oh Mama pour me a cup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
You better let'em lock me up

Don't hand me Johnny's pup. Mama
Cause I might squeeze it in too tight
I'm having crazy dreams again, Mama
So let me tell you about last night

I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho don't you mama
I just killed Johny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
You better let 'em lock me up

You know that little girl next door, Mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Well Don't tell me she's dead, Mama
Cause I just saw her in the park

We were sitting on a bench, Mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama
Then my mind just walked away

You think I'm psycho don't you mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
....
Oh Mama why don't you get up

(er forresten ikke 100% sikker på presisjonen i denne teksten, men det er Beasts of Bourbon sin versjon..)
 

OAlex

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The Cure, Killing an arab. Dyster men god:


Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
I can see his open mouth
But I hear no sound

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab

I can turn
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I chose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab

I feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
The dead man on the beach

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab
 

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Passer godt til den kuliverte kontinentale norske finfylla på en fredag.

"We like to drink and, party hard.
We're not afraid to fight, we're not afraid to die.
We like to fuck, any girl will do.
We're not ashamed of the things that we do.

Drink...Fight...and Fuck...drink fight and fuck.

Give me a bottle, Jack Daniels will do.
Stay out of my way, I'm ganna' flatten you.
Give me a fucking cunt, I don't care who.

'Cause Drink, Fight, and Fuck...is what I'm ganna' do.

Drink...Fight...and Fuck...Drink fight and fuck.

Drink...Fight...and Fuck...Drink fight and fuck.

Give me a bottle, Jack Daniels will do.
Stay out of my way, I'm ganna' flatten you.
Give me a fucking cunt, I don't care who.
'Cause Drink, Fight...Fight Fight Fight, and fuck is what I'm ganna' do.

Drink...Fight...and Fuck...Drink fight and fuck."
 

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The Residents - Mark Of The Male

Mark my feral finger when
Flesh arrives and it ascends
Under garments free and wild
Living life unreconciled

There's no better feeling than a hard on.
I guess the closest thing is the feeling of holding a gun,
but instead of being cold and rigid,
it's a gun made out of hot meat -
your own flesh and blood.
It's warm and it tingles and somehow
it's hard AND soft at the same time.
And it's yours
It's your power
It's your gun.

And what do you do with a gun?
You shoot it.
You look for a nice target
you take aim
and you squeeze the trigger
And that fucking gun goes BLAM!
There's nothing like it.
I guess the only thing that would make it better
would be if you could put another bullet in it
and just shoot that fucker again.......
and again.........
and again........


Oh well, nothing is perfect.
 

Tor

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Son Volt, Windfall - Trace

Now and then it keeps you running
It never seems to die
The trail's spent with fear
Not enough living on the outside

Never seem to get far enough
Staying in between the lines
Hold on to what you can
Waiting for the end
Not knowing when

May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away

Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone
Few and far between past the midnight hour
Never feel alone, you're really not alone...

Switching it over to AM
Searching for a truer sound
Can't recall the call letters
Steel guitar and settle down
Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana
It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven

May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away
 

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Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol

C-c-c-c-c-cocaine
C-c-c-c-c-cocaine
C-c-cocaine
C-c-c-c-c-cocaine

Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol

C-c-c-c-c-cocaine
C-c-c-c-c-cocaine
C-c-cocaine

Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy and Alcohol
Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana,

C-c-c-c-c-cocaine
 

Boffen

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pop-quiz: Hvem,Hva





I am the heaven
I am the water
Ich bin deine Ritze
Ich bin deine Ritze und Schlitze
I am the clouds
Ich bin der Chrome Dinette
Ich bin Eier aller Arten
Ich bin alle Tage und Naechte
Ich bin alle Tage und Naechte
(ha-ee-ya)
I am embroidered
Ich bin der Dreck unter deinen Walzen
I am embroidered
Oh, no, [whip?] it on me, honey [?]
ha-ee-ya)
(ha-ee-ya)
Ich bin hier
(ha-ee-ya)
Ich bin der Autor aller Felgen und Damask-Paspeln
Ich bin der Chrome Dinette

[Radio:] You're a lonely little girl
But your mommy and your daddy don't care

Ich bin hier
(ha-ee-ya)
Und du bist mein Sofa

[Radio:] You're a lonely little girl

Ich bin hier
Und du bist mein Sofa
(cadenza)

[Moon:] I'm, like, [green? grief?]
I'm, like, [squat?]
I'm, like, so
Repeat, like, so
Oh, I'm, like, [?.... appalling...?]
I'm, like, okay, like, so
Oh, I'm so

Ich bin dein geheimer Schmutz und verlorenes Metallgeld
(Metallgeld)
(ha-ee-ya)
Und du bist mein Sofa
Ich bin hier
(ha-ee-ya)

[Moon:] You'll never [? she's ... ]
Like, so; like, so; like, so
Okay, I like it

Ich bin hier
And you are my sofa
Und du bist mein Sofa
(cadenza)

[Moon:] Yeah, like, [...?...], faster, faster
Go, do it, do it [right? great?]
Yeah, I'm feelin' good
I'm lookin' great
Yeah, fer shure
Like, no way

Ich bin hier
Und du bist mein Sofa
(cadenza)
Ich bin hier
Und du bist mein Sofa
(cadenza)
 

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Midtukemoro på Thorogoodvis:

I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.
I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.
Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.

Now, every morning, just before breakfast,
I don't want no coffee or tea.
Just me and my good buddy Weiser.
That's all I ever need.

Cause I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else...

Now, the other night I lay sleeping,
And I woke from a terrible dream.
So I called up my pal, Jack Daniels,
And his partner Jimmy Beam.

And we drank alone, yeah, with nobody else...

Well, the other night I got invited to a party,
But I stayed home instead.
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker,
And his brothers Black and Red.

And we drank alone, yeah, with nobody else...

Well, my whole family done give up on me,
And it makes me feel so bad.
The only one who'll hang out with me
Is my dear old Granddad.

And we drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.
We drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.
Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.
 

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Bo Diddley kunne iallefall prate:

I walk 47 miles of barbed wire,
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie,
I got a brand new house on the roadside,
Made from rattlesnake hide,
I got a brand new chimney made on top,
Made out of a human skull,
Now come on take a walk with me, Arlene,
And tell me, who do you love?

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Tombstone hand and a graveyard mind,
Just 22 and I don't mind dying.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

I rode around the town, use a rattlesnake whip,
Take it easy Arlene, don't give me no lip,

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Night was dark, but the sky was blue,
Down the alley, the ice-wagon flew,
Heard a bump, and somebody screamed,
You should have heard just what I seen.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Arlene took me by my hand,
And she said ooowee Bo, you know I understand.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
 

Valentino

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Fra Frank til Wolfgang:

Leck mich im Arsch!
Goethe, Goethe!
Götz von Berlichingen! Zweiter Akt;
Die Szene kennt ihr ja!
Rufen wir nur ganz summarisch:
Hier wird Mozart literarisch!

Eller:

Leck mich im A… g'schwindi, g'schwindi!
Leck im A… mich g'schwindi.
Leck mich, leck mich,
g'schwindi
etc. etc. etc.

For litt oppbyggelig bakgrunnsstoff se her.
 
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