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Rock'n'roll tar död på mig
Det cirkulerar historier om människor på golvet
vissa är dåliga andra håller bra
du ser att jag rör på munnen det är nånting att ha
det cirkulerar historier om människor som gjort nåt
vissa är döda andra lever kvar
de donerar sin själ det är allting de har x2

Glad natt
dålig dag
oj oj oj vilken grej
Rock'n'roll tar död på mig!
oj oj oj vilken tjej
Rock'n'roll tar död på mig! x2

Det cirkulerar i kretsar att originalet är borta
han har sprayat i hörnet att samhället är sjukt
vissa har fattat andra håller med
det cirkulerar historier om människor i taxi
de andra är dömda att driva med vinden
de donerar sin själ det är allting de har x2

jag donerar min själ
det är allting jag har x2
Rock'n'roll tar död på mig x3

Bob Hund

 

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Kent - Utan dina andetag

Jag vet att du sover
känner värmen från din hud
bara lukten gör mej svag
men jag vågar inte väcka dej nu

Jag skulle ge dej
allting du pekar på
men bara när du inte hör
vågar jag säga så

Jag kan inte ens gå
utan din luft i mina lungor
jag kan inte ens stå
när du inte ser på
och genomskinlig grå
blir jag
utan dina andetag

Min klocka har stannat
under dina ögonlock
fladdrar drömmarna förbi
inuti är du fjäderlätt och vit

Och utan ett ljud
mitt hjärta i din hand
har jag tappat bort mitt språk
det fastnar i ditt hår

Jag kan inte ens gå
utan din luft i mina lungor
jag kan inte ens stå
när du inte ser på
och färglös som en tår
blir jag
utan dina andetag

Jag kan inte ens gå
utan din luft i mina lungor
jag kan inte ens stå
om du inte ser på
och genomskinlig grå
vad vore jag
utan dina andetag

Vad vore jag
utan dina andetag

Kent - Dom Andra

En ensam kvinna söker en man
Svar till: Hjärtat talar sant
En pessimist i sitt livs form
Jag vädrar blod, det luktar sorg

En utomjordings kärlekstörst
En undran vem som svek vem först
Ät fett och socker tills du spyr
Eller blir en fyra-tonsmartyr
Sälj dig, sälj dig dyrt

Kom låna törnekronan min
Lid för konsten eller brinn
Jag slåss och håller kroppen varm
En dröm om mammas ömma famn

En utomjordings kärlekstörst
En undran vem som svek vem först
Och jag blir gärna en martyr
Vi behöver nog en ny
Sälj dig, sälj dig dyrt

Ett långfinger åt döden
Vi gick över lik
Och skylta' med vår kärlek,
vårt rika inre liv
Men plåtarna till himlen
var slut när vi kom dit
Och priset vi betalat
För att klassas som elit
Var att vi blev som dom andra
Vi blev som dom andra
Vi blev som dom andra

Och vi kommer inte längre
Vi är tillbaks på noll
Men ingen kommer sörja
Vi har spelat ut vår roll
Vi glömmer hela skiten
Det betyder ingenting
Vi skulle kommit längre
Men räckte inte till
Vi blev som dom andra
Vi blev som dom andra
Vi blev som dom andra

 

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Wenn dein Mütterlein

Wenn dein Mütterlein
tritt zur Tür herein,
und den Kopf ich drehe,
ihr entgegen sehe,
fällt auf ihr Gesicht
erst der Blick mir nicht,
sondern auf die Stelle,
näher nach der Schwelle,
dort, wo würde dein
lieb' Gesichten sein,
wenn du freudenhelle
trätest mit herein,
wie sonst, mein Töchterlein!

Wenn dein Mütterlein
tritt zur Tür herein,
mit der Kerze Schimmer,
ist es mir, als immer
kämst du mit herein,
huschtest hinterdrein,
als wie sonst ins Zimmer!
O du, des Vaters Zelle,
ach, zu schnell, zu schnell
erlosch'ner Freudenschein!

(Friedrich Rückert: Kindertotenlieder)
Romantisk, sentimentalt, men tonesatt av Mahler og framført av FiDi; ach, die Tränen spritz' in meinen Augen..

Bernt K

 

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Love Ain't For Keeping

Layin' on my back
In the newly mown grass
Rain is coming down
But I know the clouds will pass
You bring me tea
Say "the babe's a-sleepin'"
Lay down beside me
Love ain't for keeping

Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
The seeds are bursting
The spring is seeping
Lay down my darling
Love ain't for keeping
Lay down beside me
Love ain't for keeping

Lay down beside me
Love ain't for keeping
Lay down my darling
Love ain't for keeping

 

[Parelius]

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Romantisk, sentimentalt, men tonesatt av Mahler og framført av FiDi; ach, die Tränen spritz' in meinen Augen..

En sangtekst skal jo leses når den synges, så da!

 

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Blood Brothers - Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck

Those tire tracks
zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
the wincing relatives...

you bid her farewell then got in your car
and that's the last thing that you can recall.
and when they pulled you out
you didn't know your name
exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...

you met Jane four years ago today
dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
her tired underpants...

Love [x12]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x12]
rhymes with sympathy now

Jane let you touch and feel her
she was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
to be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.

Jane said when she laid on her back
the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.

But some things never get better
like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno tits
a pad lock on her lips
disposable tan
biodegradable hands.

Back at the hospital
you got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]

She met him a week after you left her
when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
and then they did all the things
you never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face.

But your burden looks an awful lot like her.

Love [x12]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x12]
rhymes with sympathy now

 

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I am the resurrection (The Stone Roses)

Down down you bring me down
I hear you knocking down my
Door and I can't sleep at night

Your face it has no place
No room for you inside my
House I need to be alone

Don't waste your words I don't need
Anything from you
I don't care where you've been or
What you plan to do

Turn turn I wish you'd learn
There's a time and place for every
Thing I've got to get it through

Cut loose 'cause you're no use
I couldn't stand another
Second in your company

Don't waste your words I don't need
Anything from you
I don't care where you've been or
What you plan to do

Stone me why can't you see
You're a no one nowhere washed up
Baby who'd look better dead

Your tongue is far too long
I don't like the way it sucks and
Slurs upon my every word

Don't waste your words I don't need
Anything from you
I don't care where you've been or
What you plan to do

I am the resurrection and I am the life
I couldn't ever bring myself
To hate you as I'd like

I am the resurrection and I am the life
I couldn't ever bring myself
To hate you as I'd like

 

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Im wunderschönen Monat Mai,
Als alle Knospen sprangen,
Da ist in meinem Herzen
Die Liebe aufgegangen.

Im wunderschönen Monat Mai,
Als alle Vögel sangen,
Da hab ich ihr gestanden
Mein Sehnen und Verlangen.

Heine - til musikk av Schumann (DichterLiebe) - gjerne med FiFDi

 

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En trist ballade: BAD RELIGION "Struck A Nerve"
("Treffer" på kjiipe dager)



There's an old man on a city bus
Holding a candy cane
And it isn't even christmas
He see's a note in the obituary
That his last friend has died

There's an infant clinging
To his overweight mother in the cold
As they go to shop for cigarettes
And she spends her last dollar
On a bottle of vodka for tonight

And I guess it struck a nerve
Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out
Of the line of sight
Like a barren winter day
Or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve

Every day I wander
In negative disposition
As I'm bombarded by superlatives
Realizing very well that I am not alone
Introverted
I look to tomorrow for salvation
But I'm thinking altruistically
And a wave of overwhelming doubt
Turns me to stone

And I guess it struck a nerve
Sent a murmur to my heart
We just haven't got time
To crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve

I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
If theres a purpose for us all
It remains a secret to me
Don't ask me to justify my life

 

[OivindJ]

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Og en som sikkert "treffer" for mange her på sentralen:

Bad Religion Lyrics - The Streets Of America



desolate and without purpose
radiating from so many septic sources
forming the fabric of a wayward people
disappearing as the vestiges of our past

scratched like tartan into virgin soil
a substrate for progress and disarray
a spreading network of broken dreams
searching for a thoroughfare that will take us away

just a little tale from the streets of America (say a little prayer)
sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
trenchant, weary native sons
step back (step back)
and see the damage done
meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)
the streets of America

black, tarred concrete
pine for me
lying domant
for you and country
hardened surface
cracked within
catch the sweat
from off the chin

of men and women
senior and child
who look to you
and your sterile miles
and in their stares
is bald dismay
for what you fucking promised
as you led them astray

hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains

 

[mazzy_star]

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En annen jeg alltid har digget. Raga Rockers. Hun er fri fra Forbudte følelser. Genialt komp med kun trommer og piano. Denne kan jeg helt sikkert utenat. Pleier dra den på hyttetur når vi er lei partysangboka (et par og førti er ingen alder...).

Da vi er to Jeg er nok svak for "gammel" norsk musikk, og det er mange slagere av både jokke, raga, dum dum og cc jeg fortsatt kan utenat. Men Når du sover av cc har satt seg hos meg, spesielt setningene å ikke få sove er en ensom ting og du er en hemmelighet du ikke vet om, når du sover.

Når du sover
demper jeg lyset som svever over,
dine skuldre,
ditt gyllende hår,
å hete skinn.

Først når du sover er du min,
dagene flyr og gjør som de vil,
jeg bøyer meg over og snuser deg inn.

Du er fri,
når du sover.
Du er fri,
når du sover.
Når du sover,
kan jeg ikke jage dine spøkelser,
jeg ser du skjelver,
jeg du ser smiler,
du er en hemmelighet du ikke vet om,
når du sover,
du er fri,
når du sover.

Jeg grubler og tenker i sakte film,
å ikke få sove er en ensom ting,
når du sover (når du sover)
Når du sover er du fri,
når du sover,
er du fri,
når du sover,
du er fri,
når du sover (når du sover)
du er fri,
når du sover...

 

[322_911]

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Bad Religion

Eh, du hører da ikke på Bad Religion, Greg Graffin og guttene ligger da tre mil til venstre for deg i det politiske landskapet . Et lite utdrag fra American Jesus:

[...]

we've got the American Jesus
overwhelming millions every day
(exercising his authority)

he's the farmers barren fields
the force the army wields
the expession in the faces
of the starving children
the power of the man
he's the fuel that drives the clan
he's the motive and conscience
of the murderer
he's the preacher on t.v.
the false sincerity
the form letter that's written
by the big computers
he's the nuclear bombs
and the kids with no moms
and i'm fearful that
he's inside me

 

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Heisann!

Teksten til Our Shangri-la, av Mark Knopfler, synes jeg er veldig bra skrevet:


It's the end of a perfect day for surfer boys and girls
The sun's dropping down in the bay and falling off the world
There's a diamond in the sky, our evening star in our Shangri-La

Get that fire burning strong, right here and right now
It's here and then its gone, theres no secret anyhow.
We may never love again to the music of guitars, in our Shangri-La

Tonight your beauty burns into my memory
The wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly
This is all the heaven we got, right here where we are, in our Shangri-La.

Tonight your beauty burns into my memory
The wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly
This is all the heaven we got, right here where we are, in our Shangri-La.
In our Shangri-La
In our Shangri-La



Synes også Bruce Springsteens "The promise" har en veldig bra tekst:


Johnny works in a factory and Billy works downtown
Terry works for a rock and roll band
Lookin' for that million-dollar sound
I got a little job down in Darlington
But some nights I don't go
Some nights I go to the drive-in, or some nights I stay home
I followed that dream just like those guys do up on the screen
And I drive a Challenger down Route 9 through the dead ends and all the bad
scenes
And when the promise was broken, I cashed in a few of my dreams

Well now I built that Challenger by myself
But I needed money and so I sold it
I lived a secret I should'a kept to myself
But I got drunk one night and I told it
All my life I fought this fight
The fight that no man can never win
Every day it just gets harder to live
This dream I'm believing in
Thunder Road, oh baby you were so right
Thunder Road there's something dyin' on the highway tonight

I won big once and I hit the coast
But somehow I paid the big cost
Inside I felt like I was carryin' the broken spirits
Of all the other ones who lost
When the promise is broken you go on living
But it steals something from down in your soul
Like when the truth is spoken and it don't make no difference
Something in your heart goes cold
I followed that dream through the southwestern trucks
That dead ends in two-bit bars
And when the promise was broken I was far away from home
Sleepin' in the back seat of a borrowed car
Thunder Road, for the lost lovers and all the fixed games
Thunder Road, for the tires rushing by in the rain
Thunder Road, Billy and me we'd always say


MVH Jarle

 

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Bruce Springsteen - Two faces

I met a girl and we ran away
I swore I'd make her happy every day
And how I made her cry
Two faces have I

Sometimes mister I feel sunny and wild
Lord I love to see my baby smile
Then dark clouds come rolling by
Two faces have I

One that laughs one that cries
One says hello one says goodbye
One does things I don't understand
Makes me feel like half a man

At night I get down on my knees and pray
Our love will make that other man go away
But he'll never say goodbye
Two faces have I

Last night as I kissed you 'neath the willow tree
He swore he'd take your love away from me
He said our life was just a lie
And two faces have I
Well go ahead and let him try

 

[Holmium]

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Ellers er det et godt poeng i denne strofen:
Poor men wanna be rich, rich men wanna be kings,
And a king aint satisfied till he rules everything.

 

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Its cold outside,
There's no kind of atmosphere,
I'm all alone,
More or less.

Let me fly,
Far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun.

I want to lie,
Shipwrecked and comotoase,
Drinking fresh,
Mango juice,

Goldfish shoals,
Nibbling at my toes,

Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun,
In the sun, sun, sun.

 

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Rocket Man

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And i'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much i miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And i think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think i am at home
Oh no no no i'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone


Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science i don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man


And i think it's gonna be a long long time...

 

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Pantera

Hollow.

What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like brothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...

No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead

I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expression

No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead

He as hollow as I alone now x4

He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God...Mad...

He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend x2
Come back!

He as hollow as I alone...
He as Hollow as I alone now...

 

[OivindJ]

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Bad Religion

Eh, du hører da ikke på Bad Religion, Greg Graffin og guttene ligger da tre mil til venstre for deg i det politiske landskapet .

Jeg vet, men de kan rocke .

(De beklagde resultatet av presidentvalget på Rockefeller)

Streets of America, som jeg selv postet, låter heller ikke akkurat som noen varm omtale om "business America", men en fantastisk god låt i mine ører alikevel.

 

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Man kommer ikke utenom den store mesteren Hank Williams.

I tried so hard, my dear, to show that you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme,
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart.
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now for things I didn't do,
In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start.
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

You'll never know how much it hurts to see you sit and cry,
You know you need and want my love yet you're afraid to try,
Why do you run and hide from life? To try it just ain't smart.
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me,
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory,
The more I learn to care for you, the more we drift apart.
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

Ufattelig enkelt og treffende ;D

Asbjørn

 

[Nightpuma]

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En annen jeg alltid har digget. Raga Rockers. Hun er fri fra Forbudte følelser. Genialt komp med kun trommer og piano. Denne kan jeg helt sikkert utenat. Pleier dra den på hyttetur når vi er lei partysangboka (et par og førti er ingen alder...).

Da vi er to Jeg er nok svak for "gammel" norsk musikk, og det er mange slagere av både jokke, raga, dum dum og cc jeg fortsatt kan utenat. Men Når du sover av cc har satt seg hos meg, spesielt setningene å ikke få sove er en ensom ting og du er en hemmelighet du ikke vet om, når du sover.

Når du sover
demper jeg lyset som svever over,
dine skuldre,
ditt gyllende hår,
å hete skinn.

Først når du sover er du min,
dagene flyr og gjør som de vil,
jeg bøyer meg over og snuser deg inn.

Du er fri,
når du sover.
Du er fri,
når du sover.
Når du sover,
kan jeg ikke jage dine spøkelser,
jeg ser du skjelver,
jeg du ser smiler,
du er en hemmelighet du ikke vet om,
når du sover,
du er fri,
når du sover.

Jeg grubler og tenker i sakte film,
å ikke få sove er en ensom ting,
når du sover (når du sover)
Når du sover er du fri,
når du sover,
er du fri,
når du sover,
du er fri,
når du sover (når du sover)
du er fri,
når du sover...

Aldri hørt den sangen, men for en vakker tekst.

Asbjørn

 

[Nightpuma]

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Hei

Nå er det vel igrunnen både sang, musikk og fremførelse som treffer meg med denne her, men den treffer iallefall


Bowie, Heroes.

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be Heroes, just for one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time,
just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing,
nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes,
just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns shot above our heads
(over our heads)
And we kissed,
as though nothing could fall
(nothing could fall)
And the shame was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes,
just for one day

We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be Heroes

We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying,
then you better not stay
But we could be safer,
just for one day

Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh,
just for one day

Edit: Her kan den høres av helten selv i en avslappet moden utgave:

Asbjørn

 

[Parelius]

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(Quicksilver daydreams of) Maria
by Townes Van Zandt

Well, the diamonds fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria
All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky
the brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall
that spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes

Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine
all the laughter that linger down deep 'neath her smilin' is free
Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning
and caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea

Ah, the sculpter stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes
when her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame
And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful singing
when the trees of the forest start gently to whisper'in her name

So as softly she wanders I'll desperately follow her footsteps
and I'll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sight
Ah, they promise eternally that she lays hidden within them
but I find they've decieved me and sadly I bid them goodbye

So the serpent slide softly away with these moments of laughter
and the the old washy woman has finish her cleanin' and gone
but the bamboo hang heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
and a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong

 

[KJ]

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Så vidt jeg kan så så mangler Imperiet her:

...När Vodkan Gjort Oss Vackra

som små, små barn
vi säger ingenting
vi säger ingenting
till varandra

som små, små barn
vi ligger alldeles still
vi ligger alldeles still
och andas

men när vodkan gjort oss vackra så lovar Jag
att rädslan aldrig mer ska bo hos dig och
månen är vårt vittne tusen och en natt

som små, små barn
i varandras famn
i varandras famn
så tysta

som små, små barn
när vi rör varann
när vi rör varann
så blyga

men när vodkan gjort oss vackra så lovar Jag
att tro på dina lögner om du lovar att
tro på mina lögner i tusen och en natt, och en natt

små, små barn
säger ingenting
säger ingenting
dom skriker


vi må ha med Kanonsång også:

när Jimmy kom dit var Johnny redan här
och George hade en sergeants grad
vem du än är så lova och svär
att älska vårat fältslag

Jimmy söp tills han fick upp det igen
och Johnny sov i diket
George visade hur man handska med män
och plundrade alla liken

Jimmy är försvunnen och Johnny är död
och George blev galen och sköt sig
men blod är blod, och vi behöver nytt kött
så snälla du hör av dig

Det här är ett party
Arméns kamratliv
se en värld du aldrig sett
skulle det bli trist nån dag
hittar vi nån liten stad
om folk där skulle krångla
ska dom det bittert få ångra
vi slaktar dom
för vi äter vår hamburgare rå

mens jeg er i gang så får jeg vel ta med Cocacola-Cowboys

Rom byggdes inte på en dag
Tärningen är kastad och världen ligger klar
Det här är ett korståg tralala
så skål mina herrar blott stjärnorna är kvar

Vi e' fredskorpar
Kalashnikov kamrater
Coca Cola Cowboys
och pojksoldater

Hello hurray we are the great
we are the soldiers of the human race
Hello hurray we are the great
we are the soldiers of the human race

Öst e' mest men väst e' bäst kamrat
Vi kommer från Metropolis men passen e' från Moskva
Å allting här är gratis om du svär
att skyldra ditt gevär och va en basebollproletär

Vi e' fredskorpar
Kalashnikov kamrater
Coca Cola Cowboys
och pojksoldater
Vi älskar er med vår mission
Vi älskar våran religion
Vi älskar er i vårat våld
Vi älskar vår paroll

Hello hurray we are the great
we are the soldier's of the human race
Hello hurray we are the great
we are the soldier's of the human race

We know it's best for you

For you

Vi kommer och vi trampar på er jord
och dom som inte e' med oss är emot
Spela inte hjälte vår dröm den är global
Imperiet skall segra tralala haha

Hello hurray we are the great
we are the soldier's of the human race...

...we know it's best for you


mvh
KJ

 

[Komponenten]

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Hei

Nå er det vel igrunnen både sang, musikk og fremførelse som treffer meg med denne her, men den treffer iallefall


Bowie, Heroes.

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be Heroes, just for one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time,
just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing,
nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes,
just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns shot above our heads
(over our heads)
And we kissed,
as though nothing could fall
(nothing could fall)
And the shame was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes,
just for one day

We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be Heroes

We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying,
then you better not stay
But we could be safer,
just for one day

Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh,
just for one day


Asbjørn

Enig med deg i det. Dette er en av dem man aldri går lei... Samme med "Drive in Saturday"...

 

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Yoooooooou yes yes yes yesyesyes yoooooooou
Yoooooooou yes yes yes yesyesyes yoooooooou
Yoooooooou yes yes yes yesyesyes yoooooooou

The Residents - You Yesyesyes

 

[emotikon]

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En av mine absolutte favoritter.
Har fulgt meg siden jeg hørte den for første gang i 1981.
Når man vet litt om hva som ligger bak denne -(som med mange andre tekster) får den en ekstra tyngde.

Where am I going
Have I gone to far
Have I lost my mind
Where are my eyes
Oh have I seen to much
Have I lost my touch
Losing directions from growing infections
Poisoned desires of reaping life so young

What will I be like
When my head is bear
And my legs are weak
Will I be strong or barely keep alive
When I'm thirty-five
Reaching dimentions that shatter conventions
Leads me to fear that I'm growing old too soon

With every step and every breath
It's farther from youth and closer to death
And that things I've realized
Now beckon me to shut my eyes
And I will grow to the age of maybe eighty years
In such little time
With this venturous mind

What am I saying
Don't I know myself from experience
I'll never change
Nor cease to sail the sky
Till the day I die
I'll come to conclusion with fear or illusion
I'll live how I feel
Cause no matter how fast or how slow
Youth will go

Denne teksten vil være med meg resten av livet.

 

[kathrine]

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Her er en fra meg!
Eæ egentlig er den vel fra Eagels ;D

City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she wont have to worry
Shell dress up all in lace and go in style

Late at night a big old house gets lonely
I guess evry form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is
Only given to a man with hands as cold as ice

So she tells him she must go out for the evening
To comfort an old friend whos feelin down
But he knows where shes goin as shes leavin
She is headed for the cheatin side of town

You cant hide your lyin eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now youd realize
There aint no way to hide your lyin eyes

On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
She drives on through the nice anticipating
cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel

She rushes to his arms,
They fall together
She whispers that its only for awhile
She swears that soon shell be comin back forever
She pulls away and leaves him with a smile

You cant hid your lyin eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now youd realize
There aint now way to hide you lyin eyes

She gets up and pours herself a strong one
And stares out at the stars up in the sky
Another night, its gonna be a long one

She draws the shade and hangs her head to cry
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
Shes so far gone she feels just like a fool
My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things
You set it up so well, so carefully
Aint it funny how your new life didnt change things
Youre still the same old girl you used to be

You cant hide your lyin eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now youd realize
There aint no way to hide your lyin eyes
There aint no way to hide your lyin eyes
Honey, you cant hide your lyin eyes

Vh
S

 

[emotikon]

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Her er nok en tekst fra min yndligs sanger/tekstforfatter/komponist
Sikkert mange som kan ha relasjoner til denne....


Once in a life there comes a man like you
And you bear a son so much like yourself
And it's hard to believe that he's a grown man
But pop I understand

Once every night I thank my lucky stars
You've given me some guiding light
But there comes a time when a father and a son
Can no longer be as one

It took me so long to recover
From the pain of having denied the love I once relied upon
It takes more than time to discover
That for both the young and old
The truth is sometimes cold but right

This is my life
And I've got to hold my own
Even if it means hurting us both
And the wrongs become right when
We stop and wonder how
Look at us
We're better friends now

 

[Boffen]

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("Glad"-pille misbrukere: Tom & Jahn)



Det er en fin dag for betaling av skatt
Det er en fin fin dag, jeg ha’kke sovet i natt
Det er en fin dag selv om bilen er punktert (poff)
For en fin dag å la bilen stå.



Å-hå-hå. Om regnet høljer, jeg bare synger og ler.
Jeg har blitt skilt i dag, det er slik som skjer.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha har mista jobben og brukket begge ben [latter]
Det er en fin dag om bussen er sen.



Mmm, min tannlege sa: ”her trenges det gull
Du har jo syv tusen hull”.
Men jeg sa ”bare b’yn å borre, bare borr du gamle Børre
For gullet står jo høyt i kurs i dag”.



Det er en fin dag, mitt hus har brent ned (poff)
Det er en fin fin dag, trenger aldri rydde no’ mer.
Nei, det er en fin dag å skyte seg selv (BANG!)
Det er en fin dag å bli kvitt sin gjeld.



Nå skal du høre, min psykiatiker sa: ”Du store min
Du er jo splitter pine gal”.
Men jeg sa ”bare solen skinner og Book-Jensen mimrer minner.
Da synes jeg at livet det er godt å ta" -ha-ha.


Det er en fin dag å være litt gal
Det er en fin fin dag, ikke være normal.


Tra-la-la-la-la…..

 

[emotikon]

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Tapt kjærlighet......


Sally, she says the sweetest things
But words won't stop the pain
She's painting skies of blue
While I'm standing in the rain

I love her still I always will

Sally, she sings the sweetest songs
But the melody is a lie
She's had a change of heart
I can see it in her eyes

I love her so I can't let go

Save every moment save every hour
Gone are the golden days we knew
Someone is lonely in love with the other
And I'm still in love with you

She was a flower child
When whe came into my life
And now the decades gone
And nothings turned out right

The feelings gone but life goes on

Someone is lonely
In love with the other
And I'm still in love with you

Sally, she says the sweetest things
But words won't ever do
You're throwing stones at me
That I can't throw back at you

I love you still
I always will

 

[emotikon]

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Jeg sitter på noe jeg liker noe svart noe flat noe som ikke er så altfor myyyyykt
jeg sitter på no asfalt som er blitt lagt midt i gata
jeg sitter ikke på et teppe nei ikke et pleeeeedd
jeg sitter ikke på noe som er veldig myykt

jeg sitter på asfalt det er ikke som en pose full av fjææheehhæææææææær
asfalt er ikke som melteost på en tube
asfalt er ikke som jeeentehuuuud
nei asfalt ligner ikke noe på en madrass

for asfalt er IKKE så mykt som alle de tingene, men det er ikke meningen heller
når man snakker om skikkelig asfalt da er det det hardeste som gjelder
for asfalt er IKKE så mykt som de tingene, men det er ikke meningen heller
når man snakker om kriterier for skikkelig asfalt da er det det hardeste som gjelder

Man lager ikke hus av asfalt og heller ikke klææææhhææhæhær
det er ikke no smart å lage seg mat av asfalt
og heller ikke vindur, tv'er, pc'er og dyr ost
heller ikke vindur eller masipan

det er ingen som pynter til påske med asfalt og folk som bruker asfalt som hatt
og jeg har aldri sett noen har plageasfalt som lommetørkle heller
og asfalt er ikke noe godt i gratenger og det er ikke no egna middel mot lus
og asfalt er ikke no godt i tegner(?) og jeg er ikke interesert i asfalt som mus

Nei, det er ikke noe smart å safte asfalt da kan man ikke lage noen skikkelig god drikk
vi kan ikke spille på asfalt og få fram vidunderlig musikk
man kan ikke bygge en sporvogn av asfalt og man kan ikke bygge en trikk
og Asfalt er ikke så tøyelig matereale at det kan erstatte en strikk

Men hvis man har sans for veier og parkeringsplasser og rundkjøringer
er man også glad i asfaaaaalt
ingen her i verdens plass er bedre som belegg
derfor blir alle glade mens iiiii verden.
slår ett slag for asfalten i kveld
ja ta å inviter med deg asfalt biten hjem ikveeeld
og gi oppkjørselen din en litenliten klemmekleeeeem
og by askalten din på litt kvelds.

Og ikke Spy på asfalten det tar seg ikke ut

 

[Komponenten]

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("Glad"-pille misbrukere: Tom & Jahn)



Det er en fin dag for betaling av skatt
Det er en fin fin dag, jeg ha’kke sovet i natt
Det er en fin dag selv om bilen er punktert (poff)
For en fin dag å la bilen stå.



Å-hå-hå. Om regnet høljer, jeg bare synger og ler.
Jeg har blitt skilt i dag, det er slik som skjer.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha har mista jobben og brukket begge ben [latter]
Det er en fin dag om bussen er sen.



Mmm, min tannlege sa: ”her trenges det gull
Du har jo syv tusen hull”.
Men jeg sa ”bare b’yn å borre, bare borr du gamle Børre
For gullet står jo høyt i kurs i dag”.



Det er en fin dag, mitt hus har brent ned (poff)
Det er en fin fin dag, trenger aldri rydde no’ mer.
Nei, det er en fin dag å skyte seg selv (BANG!)
Det er en fin dag å bli kvitt sin gjeld.



Nå skal du høre, min psykiatiker sa: ”Du store min
Du er jo splitter pine gal”.
Men jeg sa ”bare solen skinner og Book-Jensen mimrer minner.
Da synes jeg at livet det er godt å ta" -ha-ha.


Det er en fin dag å være litt gal
Det er en fin fin dag, ikke være normal.


Tra-la-la-la-la…..

;D

Denne opptrådde jeg og en venninne med på skoleavslutningen i 3. eller 4. klasse...

 

[kathrine]

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Måtte bare ha med denne av George Michael

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars
And the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But well take our chances
Because God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all gods children
Crept out the back door

Chorus
And its hard to love,
Theres so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear
Twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there
Is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say whats mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much
But Ill take my chances
Because God stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things
They sold you
Did you cover your eyes when
They told you
That he cant come back
Because he has no children
To come back for

Vh
S

 

[Nightpuma]

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Hei

Masse fine tekster her gitt ;D

Det hadde vært suverent hvis dere skrev hvem som er forfatteren

Asbjørn

 

[Gjest.]

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Going Underground

Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But I'm quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But I'm so happy I can't see the point.
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy's brigade and,
I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money - of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got -
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
[Me?] I'm too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get
You've made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies put you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[So] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, I'm going underground!

The Jam

 

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Litt mer knust hjerte her

THE MOON'S A HARSH MISTRESS
Jimmy Webb


See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold

Once the sun did shine
Lord, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moon's a harsh mistress
It's so hard to love her well

I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
Yes, I did, and I -- I tripped and I missed my star
God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone
And the moon's a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own.


Sangen er som mange vet gjort kjent for oss av Radka Toneff, men for meg ga den først riktig mening da jeg skjønte at det var en mann som hadde skrevet den. Og han har hatt det mer enn vondt :'(

Asbjørn


Asbjørn

 

[Boffen]

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Country Death Song

I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.

Well, Im a thinkin and thinkin, till theres nothin I aint thunk.
Breathing in the stink, till finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.

Come little daughter, I said to the youngest one,
Put your coat on, well have some fun.
Well go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.

Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns.
Well go out tonight, well go to the caverns.
Well go out tonight, well go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.

A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said make a wish, make sure and not tell and
Close youre eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.

I gave her a push, I gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love.
I through my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.

Gather round boys to this tale that I tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
Its guarenteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.

Dont speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
Im going out to the barn, will I never stop in pain?
Im going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame.

 

[joje]

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Kanskje litt feil å si at den "treffer meg", men kul er den! Slave Girl av gruppa Lime Spiders:

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
I drag her around wherever I go
This little woman drives me insane
She's tied to my ankle with a ball and chain

For sixteen years she's been hangin' around
Try'n' to bury me in a hole in the ground
Well I think it's time that I even the score
There's only room for one in this cage of yours

Don't save me when I'm startin' to drown
Don't use me when you don't want me around
Just be my slave girl 'cause that's all I need
So take a little step back to the stone age with me. Go!

Well I hear a strange noise as I lie in my bed
I feel a lotta water drippin' on my head
I look around tried to see through my hair
You left me alone, but do you think I care?

'Cause you moved me when I was takin' my time
You abused me when I'm outta line
You tried to warn me of the danger sign
So watch out, go

Well, you got me in the bondage of another age
You drive me to distraction in a primitive way
I can't control my instincts when I hear her say
"Just come around and see me if you lose your way"

So join my chain gang play along with me
I'll be your caveman, it's basic as can be
I'm not insane, man, I'm just outta my dream

 

[Ramses]

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I am a rock


A winter's day.
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below.
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
Well, I've heard the words before.
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books,
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.