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[DagT]

Siden Bob Dylan har vært ssitert her kom jeg på Syd Barretts kommentar. Skrevet allerede på 60-tallet, men den treffer vel fremdeles på en del punkter

Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan shoes
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
But you know I just couldn't care less

Goin' to write me a song
'Bout what's right and what's wrong
'Bout god and my god and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat

Cause I'm a poet, don't ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan, the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wind

Roam from town to town
Guess I get people down
But I don't care too much about that
Cause my gut and my wallet are fat

Make a whole lotta dough
But I deserve it though
I've got soul and a good heart of gold
So I'll sing about war in the cold

Cause I'm a poet, don't ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan, the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wind

Well I sing about dreams
And I rhymes it with "seems"
Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things

Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs and a hat
And when I'm in town, go see that

Cause I'm a poet, don't ya know it
And the wind, you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan, the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wind

 

[Norlenning]

It's a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

 

[Norlenning]

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide
You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clock waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe, but you don't eat when you've lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide
Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead, so you hurry home
Don't let the sun blast your shadow
Don't let the milk float ride your mind
They're so natural, religiously unkind
Oh no, love, you're not alone
You're watching yourself, but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up, but if I could only make you care
Oh no, love, you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone
Just turn on with me, and you're not alone
Let's turn on and be not alone
Gimme your hands, 'cause you're wonderful
Gimme your hands, 'cause you're wonderful
Oh, gimme your hands

 

[Valentino]

Japanese (日本語)	Romaji	English (unofficial translation, originally by zcatcracker)
江戸の街は今日も深く夜の帳カケテいく	edo no machi wa kyou mo fukaku yoru no tobari kakete yuku	On the streets of Edo, the deep curtain of night falls down again.
鏡向いて紅を引いて　応じるまま受け入れるまま	kagami muite beni o hiite oujiru mama ukeireru mama	Sit before the mirror, smooth on the lipstick, satisfy them and accept them.
橙色輝いた花　憧れてた望んでいた	daidaiiro kagayaita hana akogareteta nozondeita	The flower that glowed orange, my longing and my wish.
いつの間にか藍色の花　けれど私安くないわ	itsunomanika aiiro no hana keredo watashi yasukunai wa	Over time, all I can see are blue flowers. Even so, I don't sell for cheap.
まことはただ一人のどなたかの為だけに咲いていたかったのだけれど
Makoto wa tada hitori no donataka no tame dake ni saite itakatta no dakeredo
In truth, I only wanted to bloom for one person ever—
運命はわっちの自由を奪い、そいで歯車を回していくのでありんす
Unmei wa wacchi no jiyuu o ubai, soide haguruma o mawashite iku no dearinsu
but fate stole my freedom, and the wheels merely kept turning.
偽りだらけの恋愛　そして私を抱くのね	itsuwari darake no ren'ai soshite watashi o daku no ne	First a passion laced with lies, and then you will embrace me, won't you?
悲しいくらいに感じた振りの吉原　今日は雨	kanashii kurai ni kanjita furi no yoshiwara kyou wa ame	It's sad how much they responded for show—today in Yoshiwara, it rains.
貴男様どうか私を買っていただけないでしょうか？	anatasama douka watashi o katte itadakenai deshou ka?	Sir, won't you please purchase me?
咲き出す傘の群れに　濡れる私は雨	sakidasu kasa no mure ni nureru watashi wa ame	Amongst the bloom of umbrellas, I turn wet. I am its rain.
行き交う群れ　賑わう声が　ひしめき合いもつれ合い	ikikau mure nigiwau koe ga hishimekiai mo tsureai	The crowds mill to and fro, the swell of voices crowded together, intermingling.
願うことはどうかいつか　鳥かごの外連れ出して	negau koto wa douka itsuka torikago no soto tsuredashite	I only wish that one day, someone takes me away from this cage.
まことは行く宛などなくなってしまいんしたのだけれど
Makoto wa ikuate nado naku natte shimain shita no dakeredo
In truth, I forever lost my destination long ago—
こなたの籠の中から見える景色だけはわっちをいつなる時も癒してくれるのでありんす
Konata no kago no naka kara mieru keshiki dake wa wacchi o itsu naru toki mo iyashite kureru no dearinsu
but the scenery from this cage alone could always soothe me, without fail.
偽りだらけの恋愛　そして私を買うのね	itsuwari darake no ren'ai soshite watashi o kau no ne	First a passion laced with lies, and then you will purchase me, won't you?
私に咲いた花びら　濡れる心に降るは雨	watashi ni saita hanabira nureru kokoro ni furu wa ame	Upon the petals bloomed on me, the rain will pelt down like on my drenched heart.
貴男様どうか私と一夜限りの戯れを	anatasama douka watashi to ichiya kagiri no tawamure o	Sir, won't you frolic one night with me?
望む染みの数が　鈍く心に刺さる	nozomu shimi no kazu ga nibuku kokoro ni sasaru	Wishing. Stain after stain, dully—they pierce into my heart.
憂いを帯びた花　望む　果てる　「ようこそおいでくんなまし」	urei o obita hana nozomu hateru "youkoso oide kunnamashi"	A flower heavy with a look of sorrow. Wishing. No more. "Welcome, do come in."
恋人ごっこの夜に　吐息「あっアッ」と鳴かせて	koibito gokko no yoru ni toiki "ah ah" to nakasete	The nights I play at the lovers' game, making them cry "oh! oh!" through deep sighs,
悲しいくらいに感じた振りの吉原　今日も雨	kanashii kurai ni kanjita furi no yoshiwara kyou mo ame	It's sad how much they responded for show—today in Yoshiwara, it rains again.
偽りだらけの恋愛　そして私を抱くのね	itsuwari darake no ren'ai soshite watashi o daku no ne	First a passion laced with lies, and then you will embrace me, won't you?
悲しいくらいに感じた振りの吉原　今日は雨	kanashii kurai ni kanjita furi no yoshiwara kyou wa ame	It's sad how much they responded for show—today in Yoshiwara, it rains.
貴男様どうか私を買っていただけないでしょうか？	anatasama douka watashi o katte itadakenai deshou ka?	Sir, won't you please purchase me?
咲き出す傘の群れに　濡れる私は雨	sakidasu kasa no mure ni nureru watashi wa ame	Amongst the bloom of umbrellas, I turn wet. I am its rain.

 

[Lassencad]

Ja Bowie som skrev så mange gode tekster

I disse Corona tider synes jeg Five years passer godt på vores tid lige nu.

Dette kaos og især ordende :


I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat, skinny people
And all the tall, short people
And all the nobody people
And all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

De fleste savner nu samvær især nu hvor vi ikke må/kan være sammen.

Her er hele Teksten


Pushing through the market square
So many mothers sighing (sighing)
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in (cry in)
News guy wept and told us
Earth was really dying (dying)
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying (lying)

I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat, skinny people
And all the tall, short people
And all the nobody people
And all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the Black hadn't have pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor
Drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained, so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got

 

[007]

Kari - Lars og Ola Bremnes

Denne treffer bra og ikke vanskelig å kjenne seg igjen - synes jeg.

SISTE SKOLEDAG
Nu e tida over
vi har gått en vei ilag
Nu e tida over
det e siste skoledag
Det skal bli ganske deilig
å endelig få fri
ifra lekse og lærera
og svett eksamenstid
Nu e tida over
og det føles ganske rart
at så mange her i salen
skal skilles ganske snart
Vi har sukka og bært oss
over brøk og nynorsk stil
og sjøl om læreran førtvila
va det alltid rom før smil
Men hør nu før vi går, min kjære venn:
Takk før laget, vil vi sees igjen?
Hvis du spør oss ka vi lærte
vil du få forskjellig svar
Nån kan navnan på planetan
nån kan tre grep på gitar
Nån kan lese franske glose
nån kan bøye sterk og svak
nån kan formelen for alkohol
og nån har prøvd å smak
Men hør nu før vi går, min kjære venn:
Takk før laget, vil vi sees igjen?
Nu e tida over
vi har gått en vei ilag
Nu e tida over
det e siste skoledag
D ́e siste gang vi samles
i det samme klasserom
Det e en stor bit av livet
når man bynn' å tenk sæ om
Men hør nu før vi går, min kjære venn:
Takk før laget, vil vi sees igjen?

 

[ymir]

Frekt fra tidligere tider

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Quiet Days In Clichy II Country Joe McDonald - Google-søk

Country Joe McDonald


There were two girls from the café
We picked both of them up one day
We took both of them to our flat
And the red-headed one gave Carl the clap
The dark-haired girl took off her shoe
She smiled at Joey and then she was through
He tried everything but just as luck
The one from Jamaica just wouldn't fuck
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Little Colette she has no sense
Serving the breakfast without her pants
Spoiling the coffee, burning the eggs
All of her brains are between her legs
Baby Colette she's all grown up
Sweeping the floor and washing the tub
Cleaning the dishes and ironing the clothes
What she's thinking, God only knows
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
The sad-eyed girl from the grocery store
Her American husband didn't love her anymore
He deserted her, he vanished away
And she wants to speak English now night and day
They would go to a movie and then for a walk
And to the apartment for some fun and talk
She would sleep with one or she would sleep with the other
As long as they spoke English it really didn't matter
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Then there was Jean from the Herald Tribune
Bringing bottles of wine up to their room
They could squeeze her tits and rub her crack
But the thought of fucking drove her quite mad
At the thought of a cock inside her cunt
She would always begin to smash the place up
She would weep and screech and scream and cry
And then come back for another try
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy
Oh quiet days in Clichy

Bjørn Morisse

«Stille døgn i Clichy» 6 uker på VG lista i 1971

 

[Valentino]

Whenever life gets you down, Mrs.Brown
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
And you feel that you've had quite enough

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power

The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour
Of the galaxy we call the 'milky way'

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide

We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point
We go 'round every two hundred million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, the speed of light, you know
Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is

So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
'Cause it's bugger all down here on Earth

 

[xerxes]

Tom Waits:
Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue
Well, the music plays and you display your heart for me to see
I had a beer and now I hear you callin' out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you
Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well, if you sit down with this old clown, I'll take that frown and break it
Before the evening's gone away, I think that we can make it
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you
Well, I can see that you are lonesome just like me
And it being late, you'd like some company
Well, I'll have had to, I'd look at you, and you look back at me
The guy you're with, he's up and split, the chair next to you is free
And I hope that…

 

[xerxes]

Et verk som har rørt meg i alle år, Berthovens 9. med Friedrich Scillers fantastiske tekst.
Har hørt det flere ganger på konsert, og spiller det ofte hjemme.

How Beethoven's 'Ode To Joy' Has Inspired Hope For Generations | Nashville Classical Radio

Earlier this week, musicians of the Rotterdam Philharmonic Orchestra performed Beethoven’s famous “Ode to Joy” from the Ninth Symphony. Only, the performers weren’t side by side in a concert hall. Instead, they joined together digitally from isolation in their homes. With COVID-19 spreading...

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“Ode an die Freude”

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
Sondern laßt uns angenehmere
anstimmen und freudenvollere!

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Wem der große Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!
Und wer’s nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund.

Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur;
Alle Guten, alle Bösen
Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.
Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,
Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,
Und der Cherub steht vor Gott!

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels prächt’gen Plan,
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.

Seid umschlungen, Millionen.
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!
Brüder! Über’m Sternenzelt
Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen.
Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen?
Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?
Such’ ihn über’m Sternenzelt!
Über Sternen muß er wohnen.

 

[Valentino]

Oh yeah

I hear you talking when I'm on the street
Your mouth don't move but I can hear you speak

What's the matter with the boy?
He don't come around no more
Is he checking out for sure?
Is he gonna close the door on me?

And I'm always hearing voices on the street
I want to shout, but I can hardly speak

I was making love last night
To a dancer friend of mine
I can't seem to stay in step
'Cause she come ev'ry time that she pirouettes over me

And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

I'm zipping through the days at lightning speed
Plug in, flush out and fire the fuckin' feed

Heading for the overload
Splattered on the nasty road
Kick me like you've kicked before
I can't even feel the pain no more

And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene
It's all mesmerized all that inside me

The sunshine bores the daylights out of me
Chasing shadows moonlight mystery

Heading for the overload
Splattered on the dirty road
Kick me like you've kicked before
I can't even feel the pain no more

And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

And I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

 

[parafinoksen]

'Allo, I'm-a Giuseppe, I got-a something special-a for you, ready?
Uno, duo, tre, quatro!

When I was a boy just about the eighth-a grade
Mama used to say "don't stay out-a late with the bad-a boys
Always shoot-a pool Giuseppe going to flunk-a school!"
Boy it make-a me sick all the t'ing I gotta do
I can't-a get-a no kicks, always got to follow rules
Boy it make-a me sick just to make-a lousy bucks
Got to feel-a like a fool
And-a mama used to say all-a time

What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect?
What-a you t'ink you do, why you look-a so sad?
It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place
Ah shaddap-a you face!
That's-a my mama, I can remember!

Big accordion solo!
Ah, play 'dat again!
Really nice, really nice!

But soon-a come-a day, gonna be a big-a star
Den I make-a T.V. shows and-a movies
Get-a myself a new car but still I be myself
I don't want-a to change a t'ing
Still a-dance and a-sing
I think-a about-a mama, she used to say

What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect?
What-a you t'ink you do, why you look-a so sad?
It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place
Ah shaddap-a you face!

Mama, she said it all-a da time!

What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect?
What-a you t'ink you do, why you look-a so sad?
It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place
Ah shaddap-a you face!
That's-a my mama!

Hello everybody!
'At's out-a dere in-a radio and-a T.V. land
Did you know I had a big-a hit-a song in-a Italy with-a dis?
Shaddap-a you face, I sing-a dis-a song, all-a my fans applaud, Dey clap-a da hands
Dat-a make me feel-a so good
You ought to learn-a dis-a song, it's-a real-a simple
See, I sing "what's-a matter you?", you sing "hey!"
Den I sing-a da rest and den at de end we can all-a sing
Ah, Shaddap-a you face!
Okay, let's-a try it, really big
Uno, due, tre, quattro!

What's-a matter you? (Hey!) Gotta no respect? (Hey!)
What-a you t'ink you do (Hey!) why you look-a so sad? (Hey!)
It's-a not so bad (Hey!) it's-a nice-a place
Ah shaddap-a you face!

That's great, we gonna do it better this time!
What's-a matter you? (Hey!) Gotta no respect? (Hey!)
What-a you t'ink you do (Hey!) why you look-a so sad? (Hey!)
It's-a not so bad (Hey!) it's-a nice-a place
Ah shaddap-a you face!

Okay, one time for mama, everybody!
What's-a matter you? (Hey!) Gotta no respect? (Hey!)
What-a you t'ink you do (Hey!) why you look-a so sad? (Hey!)
It's-a not so bad (Hey!) it's-a nice-a place
Ah, shaddap-a you face!

 

[Gjestemedlem]

Jokke

Jeg våkner opp midt på natta med hjertet langt oppe i halsen
Jeg svetter i nakken jeg han noia langt inni tarmen
Jeg tenner på lyset, og lurer på hva jeg er redd for
Jeg føler meg som en forbryter som sakte og sikkert blir sirklet inn
Eller var det en drøm
La oss håpe det
Kanskje var det en drøm
Vi får vente og se
Jeg kan kjenne det meste av det jeg putta i meg i går
Men jeg har litt problemer med hvem og hvor og når
Madrassen ved siden av meg er tom, tom, tom
Nok en grunn til å gruble men min hjerne er en langsom ting
Kanskje var det en drøm
La oss håpe det
Kanskje bare en drøm
Vi får vente og se
Ja ikke veit jeg men jeg har heldigvis medisin
I form av en mornings og en bøtte med hjemmelagd vin
Det ringer på døra og jeg skvetter så jeg søler
Men det er bare Goggen og Goggen har ingenting på meg
Dessuten var det en drøm
La oss håpe det
Det var bare en drøm
Vi får vente og se
Og så kommer trikken og alt er ved det normale
Jeg slepper å stå opp jeg er blant de geniale
Og Goggen har gått sin vei for å jakte på andre ting
Jeg ligger her god og full med en hjerne som ikke truer med å tenke

 

[Pink_Panther]

All the girls love Alice - Elton John


Raised to be a lady by the golden rule
Alice was the spawn of a public school
With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain
And a simple case of mummy-doesn't-love-me blues
Reality it seems, was just a dream
She couldn't get it on with the boys on the scene
But what do you expect from a chick who's just sixteen?
And hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey) you know what I mean
All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice, they say
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice, it's my turn today
All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice, they say
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me?
Wait till my husband's away
Poor little darling with a chip out of her heart
It's like acting in a movie when you got the wrong part
Getting your kicks in another girl's bed
And it was only last Tuesday they found you in the subway dead
And who could you call your friends down in Soho?
One or two middle-aged dykes in a Go-Go
And what do you expect from a sixteen year old yo-yo
And hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey) oh don't you know?
All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice, they say
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice, it's my turn today
All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice, they say
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me?
Wait till my husband's away

 

[parafinoksen]

Noe småcreepy tekst av Steely Dan – Cousin Dupree


Well, I've kicked around a lot since high school
I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs
From keyboard man in a rock 'n' ska band
To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs
Now I've come back home to plan my next move
From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch
When I see my little cousin Janine walk in
Well, all I could say was, "Ouch"

Honey, how you've grown
Like a rose
Well we used to play
When we were three
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree

She turned my life into a living hell
In those little tops and tight capris
I pretended to be readin' the National Probe
As I was watchin' her wax her skis
On Saturday night she walked in with her date
And backs him up against the wall
I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing
In a voice I never knew I had before

Honey, how you've grown
Like a rose
Well we used to play
When we were three
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree

I'll teach you everything I know
If you teach me how to do that dance
Life is short and quid pro quo
And what's so strange about a down-home family romance?

One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire
And I decided to make my play
I said, "Babe, with my boyish charm and good looks
How can you stand it for one more day?"
She said, "Maybe it's the skeevy look in your eyes
Or that your mind has turned to applesauce
The dreary architecture of your soul"
I said, "But what is it exactly turns you off?"

Honey, how you've grown
Like a rose
Well we used to play
When we were three
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree

 

[xerxes]

Tom Waitz: I hope I don’t fall in love with you.


One, two, three, four
Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue
Well, the music plays and you display your heart for me to see
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you
Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well, if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it
Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you
Well, the night does funny things inside a man
These old tomcat feelings you don't understand
Well, I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you
I can see that you are lonesome just like me
And it being late, you'd like some company
Well, I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me
The guy you're with, he's up and split, the chair next to you's free
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me
Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout
Well, I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you

 

[HoJ]

Bjørn Eidsvåg "Epilog"
Det får komma det som komme
det får skje det som ska skje
når tidå her e omme
så e det det den e
men me gir oss ikkje før det
me legg oss ikkje ner
me leve og me tør det
for me like oss godt her

Så syng oss ein sang
om himlen og havet
om blomster og skogar og fjell
verden e vakker og livet ein gave
og me vil vær våkne
te seine kveld
det får komma det som komme
det får skje det som ska skje
men innte alt e omme
ska me sannelig vær med

 

[Valentino]

Hva handler denne teksten om da dere?

I'm the man on the mountain, come on up
I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud
Yes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't start
Yes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar

Give me little drink
From your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk yeah

I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun
I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none
Well I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fight
You if you want to push and pull with me all night

Give me little drink
From your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk yeah

I feel so humble with you tonight
Just sitting in front of the fire
See your face dancing in the flame
Feel your mouth kissing me again
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz
Oh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz

Yes, I am nitty gritty and my shirt's all torn
But I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn

Give me little drink
From your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink (keep on lovin', keep on lovin')
Give me little drink
Give me little drink (let's slow it down baby)
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink

 

[inpain1968]

Ditt sinn monne flyve
Så vide omkring
Det er som du glemmer
De nære ting
Det er som du aldri
En time har fred
Du lengter bestandig
Ett annet sted
Du synes dine dager
Er usle og grå
Hva er det du søker
Hva venter du på
Når aldri du unner
Deg rast eller ro
Kan ingenting vokse
Og intet gro
Gå inn i din stue
Hvor liten den er
Så rommer den noe
Ditt hjerte har kjær
På ropet i skogen
Skal ingen få svar
Finn veien tilbake
Til det du har
Den lykken du søker
Bak blånende fjell
Kan hende du alltid
Har eiet den selv
Du skal ikke jage
I hvileløs ring
Men lær deg å elske
De nære ting

 

[coolbiz]

Tidsaktuelt.

Roger Waters, "What God Wants, Part 1"

"I don't mind about the war, that's one of
the things I like to watch, if it's a war
going on, 'cause then I know if our side's
winning, if our side's losing
..."

 

[HasseBasse]

Denne har en helt spesiel Betydning!


Kom nå og sett deg
Eller kom og legg deg
Kom la meg få føle deg igjen
Kom nå og hold meg
Bare hold litt rundt meg
Kan vi si vi starter herfra, min venn

Vi har vært ute i universet
Som to satelitter på hver vår vei
Men heldigvis så har vi landa
Og du rett i nærheten av meg

Sånne som oss, vi har bruk for en kjærste
Og den kjærsten har jeg tenkt sku være deg
Så sett deg ned, det er jo rett før vi er der
Som to stifinnere på rett vei

Ja, vi har jo hverandre
Det er ingen andre
Og det vi drømte om, det er det som skulle til
Det er ingen som diskuterer
Ingen som utleverer
Hverandre, og aller minst seg sjøl

Vi er erfaringene rikere
Og gjelda er sanert for en stund
Men likegyldig hva jeg sier
Så er det bare ord som kommer ut av min munn

Sånne som oss, vi har bruk for en kjærste
Og den kjærsten har jeg tenkt sku være deg
Så sett deg ned, det er jo rett før vi er der
Som to stifinnere på rett vei

Vi er erfaringene rikere
Og gjelda er sanert for en stund

Sånne som oss, vi har bruk for en kjærste
Og den kjærsten har jeg tenkt sku være deg
Så sett deg ned, er jo rett før vi er der
Som to stifinnere på rett vei

Vi har bruk for en kjærste
Og den kjærsten har jeg tenkt sku være deg
Sett deg ned, er jo rett før vi er der
Som to stifinnere på rett vei

Ja ja..... fin tekst dér...... og så er den tyvstjålt fra danske Poul Krebs, som har skrevet den

En annen fremragende utførsel ble gjort av Barbara Moleko i utsendelses-serien "Toppen af Poppen"

 

[Voff]

Awoooo

 

[HasseBasse]

J J Cale "Days Go By"



When you light that funny cigarette
Would you pass it back to me?
I'm feeling a little down and out
And it'll keep me company
I'm just a long lost sinner
Living life here on the line
I'll give it right back to you
I know it's not really mine
Now don't put it out, not right yet
It's burning pretty good
Maybe I'll have one more toke
D'you think I should?

Ooh, days go by
I just sit around and get real high
Ooh, what a glow
I just hang out, they come and go

Hey, the walls are starting to move
The floor is way down there
What a buzz it is
There's electricity in the air
Boy, I'm feeling really gone
I'm feeling really cool
I think I'll have another one
I'm just another fool

You know they say it's illegal
But what isn't these days
No matter what you do
There'll be somebody on your case

Ooh, days go by
It just seems like I sit around and get high
Ooh, shame on me
They're going to put me in a penitentiary

I must not be together
Look at the shape I'm in
I just know people are saying
"He's looking awful thin!"
I guess I can count my blessings
Though I've always been this way
I guess I'll quit tomorrow
Maybe another day

Ooh, days go by
I guess I'll sit around and get real high

You know time has no absolute
It's a, just seems like it's spent
Everything has a tendency to be so warped and bent
While looking here and there
I'm surprised to see
Everybody's gone here
Everybody's gone but me

Ooh, days go by
I just sit around and get real high
Ooh, what a glow
I just hang out, they come and go
Ooh, days go by
I just sit around and get real high
Ooh, what a glow
I just hang out-------------

 

[Pink_Panther]

Tjallesangen
Lone Kellermann

Når du vågner op om morgenen
Skal du ha' en kraftig tjald
For at kunne klare trippet
Du har ikke noget valg
For du er træt
Og du er kullet
Ikke klar til noget bal
Det du trænger til det er en
Kraftig tjald
Når du vågner op af dagen
Helt forvirret, fjern og ør.
Når du vågner på et lagn,
Inde bag en fremmed dør.
Og er tung
Og træt
Og nede
Er der kun én ting du skal
Du skal fyre løs
På en meget kraftig tjald
Og hvis fyren han er løbet
Eller pigen hun er gået
Kender alle der har prøvet
Det aller bedste råd
Lad helt vær' at spekulere på hvordan det nu vil gå
Fyr en tjald, fyr, så himlen den bliver' blå.
Og hvis chefen flipper ud
Og når du ved du bliver' sagt op
Eller damen hun er lidt arrig
Og du syns' det er noget flop
Er der kun én ting at gribe til
Åh for høj, som bred, og smal.
Det' en pibe
Med en meget
Kraftig tjald
Og når TV er for røvet
Og du keder dig ihjel
Fordi filmen er så støvet
Og du intet gider selv
Kan du bare mens du hører
Otto Lejsners glade lal
Flippe vildt ud
Og køre
På en tjald
GUITAR SOLO
Og når alting kokser sammen
Og når alting er forbi
Og vi hører det sidste amen
Og vi ved hvad det vil sige
Vil vi alle gribe klumpen
Og fyre løs i tusind tal
Hilse bomben med en meget kraftig tjald x3

 

[ymir]

Opp, alle jordens bundne trelle, opp, I som sulten knuget har! Nu drønner det av rettens velde, til siste kamp det gjøres klar. Alt det gamle vi med jorden jevner, opp slaver nu til frihet frem! Vi intet var, men alt vi evner til rydning for vårt samfunns hjem.

./. Så samles vi på valen, seiren vet vi at vi får, og Internasjonalen skal få sin folkevår./.

I høyden vi ei frelse venter hos guder eller fyrsters flokk. Nei, selv i samling vi den henter: i fellesskap vi vinner nok. Alt det stjålne tilbake vi krever, og for vår ånd et frihets vern! Vår egen hammer selv vi hever og slår, mens vi har varme jern.

Imot oss statens lover bøyes, av skatter blir vi tynget ned. Og fri for plikt den rike føyes, mens ringhets rett ei kjenner sted. Lenge nok har vi ligget i støvet: Vi stiller frihets krav mot rov. Mot alle retten skal bli øvet, slik vil vi ha vårt samfunns lov.

Ved ofringen til Mammons ære har gullets konger aldri hatt et annet mål enn det å tære på proletarens arbeidskraft. Denne bande, ved vårt slit og plage, til en mektig rikdom kom. Og når vi fordrer den tilbake forlanger vi vår eiendom.

Med krigsbegeistring de oss fyller, de konger, før vi skal i slag. Men voldens herrer vekk vi skyller på massemytteriets dag. Bær da streikerånden inn i hæren og på neste krigs signal: Vi sier nei til helteæren og skyter hærens general.

Arbeider, bonde våre hære de største er, som stevner frem! Vår arvedel skal jorden være, vi sammen bygge vil vårt hjem. Som av rovdyr vårt blod er blitt sunget, men endelig slår vi dem ned. Og mørket som så tungt oss knuget, gir plass for solens lys og fred.

 

[Singh]

Where are the amber waves of grain
When one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain

Under the overpass they build a fire for heat
They can't remember when they had a meal to eat
Some sleep in doorways waiting for the day
Some sleep in boxes we have thrown away

Under the red, white and blue
Right down the street in our view
We're not doing all we can do
To shelter the homeless few
Shelter the homeless few

Standing in line for soup and bread
Hoping tonight the downtown mission has a bed
Dreaming about the home they thought they'd never lose

Sleeping on benches covered by the daily news
People who pass them by just turn their heads
Making them feel like they've been left for dead

Under the red, white and blue
Right down the street from our pew
We're not doing all we can do
To shelter the homeless few
Shelter the homeless few

It's up to me
It's up to you
We're not doing all we can do
To shelter the homeless few
Shelter the homeless few

Petra

 

[Singh]

Gackt - Etude

Samayou kotoba wo utsumuite sagashiteta
Itsukaraka, anata wo omoide ni shite shimatta ne...

Nagasu namida no imi sae wakarazu
Marude kanashimi wo arai nagasu youni
Ima mo hitomi no naka, utsutteiru no wa nanimo kawaranai
Kimi dake wo...

Saigo ni kiita kotoba dake ga mune ni tori nokosareta youni
Kono omoi todoke, kimi no moto e
Kanashimi wo merodii- ni nosete

Utsumuku kage sae ima wa omoide no naka
Saigo no kotoba de sae, mou ichido kikitakute
Namida nagashiatta yoru yori mo hohoemi kawashita koto wo dakishimete
Moshi negai ga kanau no nara hajimete deatta toki no omoi wo
Mou ichido

Saigo ni kiita kotoba dake ga mune ni tori nokosareta youni
Kono omoi todoke, kimi no moto e
Kanashimi wo echu-do ni nosete

Saigo ni kiita kotoba dake ga mune ni tori nokosareta youni
Kono omoi todoke, kimi no moto e
Kanashimi wo merodii- ni nosete

Hon no sukoshi no yuuki ga areba yasashiku nareta no ni
Kono omoi todoke, kimi no moto e
Kanashimi wo merodii- ni nosete

Kono omoi todoke, kimi no moto e
Yasashisa wo tomo ni
Echu-do ni nosete

 

[2xJ]

KHOLD

Kamp

Panisk angst i gløden feber.
Hjertet i livet kjemper og strever
Mot den siste bleke dag.

Borer seg imot et hjerte.
Tross den hete, røde smerte
Jobber det i tunge slag.

Knug ditt hjerte,
Vern din sjel.
Klyng til livet,
Lev i hjel.



Om jeg ikke tar feil, så kan alle teksten til Khold leses som et dikt,
Men det høres definitivt ikke ut som et...
Allikevel er det poesi ​

 

[ymir]

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
'Til you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function, you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and T.V.
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

 

[lurvis]

WHAT LOOKS BEST ON YOU (Dave Edmunds)

I can tell you've and a eye for fashion
By all this gowns all from Paris and Rome

You can look like a queen in diamonds or jeans
But what would look the best on you it's me

You've got all the boys in town going
They all stop when you going down the street

In a T-shirt or lace
Not a hair out of place
But what would look best on you is me

I ain't got enough class
To risk even one pass
Though i know it'd be nice
If you took this advice

In a T-shirt or lace
Not a hair out of place
But what would look the best on you is me
What would look the best on you is me
What would look the best on you is me...

 

[berxter]

First we got the bomb and that was good,
'Cause we love peace and motherhood.
Then Russia got the bomb, but that's O.K.,
'Cause the balance of power's maintained that way!
Who's next?
France got the bomb, but don't you grieve,
'Cause they're on our side (I believe).
China got the bomb, but have no fears;
They can't wipe us out for at least five years!
Who's next?
Then Indonesia claimed that they
Were gonna get one any day.
South Africa wants two, that's right:
One for the black and one for the white!
Who's next?
Egypt's gonna get one, too,
Just to use on you know who.
So Israel's getting tense,
Wants one in self defense.
"The Lord's our shepherd, " says the psalm,
But just in case, we better get a bomb!
Who's next?
Luxembourg is next to go
And, who knows, maybe Monaco.
We'll try to stay serene and calm
When Alabama gets the bomb!
Who's next, who's next, who's next?
Who's next?

Tom Lehrer: Who's Next?

 

[HC]

Shane Macgowan lever i nuet

I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first times
I never think about the last

 

[Valentino]

Det er tid for kubein, bilfelger, salmesykkel, oljefat, gassmaske og Martin Luther igjen.


Det finst ei trapp som går ner til en kjeller
Den er så trang at du må gå sidelengs
Og på veggen henger tjukt med bilder
Av folk som har gått ner, men som ingen ser igjen
For Marcello sin kjeller er ingen vanlig kjeller
Det har vært 100 mann der nere på en gong
Det står et bord midt på golvet, midt på bordet
En revolver, på den står det made in Hong Kong
Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja
Det står et bord midt på golvet, midt på bordet
En revolver, på den står det made in Hong Kong
Her er det russisk rullett kver fredag
Og på søndag skal det konfirmasjon
Fru Conradas har gitt klar beskjed, på søndag klokko 12
Vil hu ikkje sjå en drøpe blod
Men Marcello er fin når han drikker
For det er hans vin, det er hans damer og hans dans
Han er en sjarmør, og hans like fins ikkje
Alt og alle i den kjelleren er hans
Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja
Det står et bord midt på golvet, midt på bordet
En revolver, på den står det made in Hong Kong
Og for at stemningå skal bli endå meir russisk der nere
Har de fått tak i ei russisk ballerina
Hu danse polka på den tradisjonelle måten
Så får hu en hundrelapp for å holde kjeft til neste fredag
Ja, humøret i Marcello sin kjeller er upåklagelig
Du er klam og du er svett når du går der i frå
Ja, for dei som ikkje klare stå distansen
Dei kan ikkje vær medlem av Resistansen
Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja!
Ja, for noken danse ompa heilt til de blør
Andre danse ompa til de dør, til de dør
Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja!
Ja, for noken danse ompa heilt til de blør
Andre danse ompa til de dør, til de dør
Me danse ompa til du dør
Me danse ompa til du dør
Me danse ompa, ompa, ompa til du dør
Me danse ompa heilt til du dør, til du dør
Me danse ompa til du dør
Me danse ompa til du dør
Me danse ompa, ompa, ompa til du blør
Andre danse ompa til de dør

 

[ptb]

En av Springsteen´s bedre både låt og tekst:


Man walks along the railroad track
He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, no rest!

And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts

And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

Now Tom said "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma'
I'll be there
Wherever somebodies strugglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma,
You'll see me!

And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of Tom Joad

 

[ptb]

En sang det er knyttet noen sterke minner til:


Engler i sneen har sin egen sang
når natta er som svartest
synger de om soloppgang
jeg sto i skyggene i regn og vind
jeg var en fremmed til du åpnet deg og lot meg inn
jeg sto alene helt til du steg frem
jeg var en hjemløs men du gjorde meg til et hjem
du ga meg varme da alt var frost
englene i sneen har sin egen sang for folk som oss

så hold meg bli hos meg og vær her
sov hos meg og vær her
som flyktning og elsker og venn
og la meg bli til en del av deg
låne kropp og sjel av deg
til himmelen revner igjen
englene i sneen vender hjem

engler i sneen har sitt eget liv
de synger om vintern men når våren kommer visner de
engler i sneen har sin egen sang
de synger at alt som lever her og nå tar slutt engang
engler i sneen lager sang av vind
de synger for hvem som helst som åpner seg og tar dem inn
engler i sneen synger uten ord
og når våren kommer går de uten svik og uten spor

så hold meg bli hos meg og vær her
sov hos meg og vær her
som flyktning og elsker og venn
og la meg bli til en del av deg
låne kropp og sjel av deg
til himmelen revner igjen
englene i sneen vender hjem
englene i sneen vender hjem
og englene i sneen vender hjem

 

[xerxes]

Noen som husker denne klassikeren her?

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ho ho ha haaaa!
Yodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodo
yodeadodoyodeadodoyo-bab-baaaaa
Ahhhhhh-aaahhhh-aaaaaa-aaaaAAA!
Ohhhhhh-ooohhh-oooooo-oooOOO!
Bom bom bom bom
Bom bom bom
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Bom bom bom bom bom bom
Bac bac bac bac bac backaaaaa!
Yeeeeha!
ba um um um um um
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ba oooohhboooobooboboboooo!
Yodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodo
yodeadodoyodeadodoyo-bab-baaaaa
Ahhhhhh-aaahhhh-aaaaaa-aaaaAAA!
Ohhhhhh-ooohhh-oooooo-oooOOO!
Yeaah! Whoooo!

 

[Pink_Panther]

^Nei.

 

[coolbiz]

Jeg trodde først at jeg kjente den igjen, men da jeg kom til linje 26 gikk det opp for meg at dette er en helt annen sang enn den jeg tenkte på.

 

[ymir]

Hocus pocus, focus

 

[atonal]

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 and observe

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 the 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 now-TODAY!

CHORUS
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!

CHORUS

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 spaghetti

How'd my Weekly World News get all wet?
God damn fishsticks melted again
What are they trying to do to me?
No secrets 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