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The Tear Garden - YOU AND ME AND RAINBOWS

You're number eight. Your name is Jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes... Shades to hide your habit. I don't know your age, though you guessed mine... My sign. Your sign! The opening line is always just the same. The same intention, destination. You and me and rainbows.
Loaded guns attract. We know the rules, we don't react. We wait in hope, we don't expect - You and me and rainbows.
Down here everything is fine. We have a straw, we have a line. We have a bag, a rock, a mountain with a string of shepherds driving lions. Aiming skewers at the sheep... face down, asleep in onion fields. The frying fields. The worms... they peep through holes which once were eyes. They thrive... they bake although we painted out the sky and the sun. There's only thunder, and you and me and raindows.
Let's hide out in the lay-by, let the time fly by. Tonight's disguise - a car crash with our wheels like shattered stars, our dashboard charred. Our windscreen... a graveyard for the flies (we're fast!) The hungry flies are circling, mourning as the watchers squat with cameras, cakes and flasks. They're spying, spitting as the blue light flashes, axes swing. We're broken wings, but still we'll fly and we'll reach our destination - you and me and rainbows.
And if we turn the lights down low and watch the sky cry through the window... Will I watch your fingers grow and stretch like butterflies? The shadows flexing, licking toes, and blinding as slowly sun sets on the same old hill. The same red glow. We're quite alone - just you and me and rainbows.
Everything I own is in the corner of your room. It's covered with a sheet just like it died - but I will take a broom. I'll sweep it new again, arrange it... Oh, I'll grow a dozen hands. No I never will neglect my world again. I'm safe beneath my blanket. Call it home... For you. For me... and rainbows
Loaded guns attract
We know the rules, we don't react
We wait in hope
We don't expect
Just you and me and rainbows
Looking down

 

[Boffen]

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Som en gummiboll




Som en boll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Som en boll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Yehe he hey

Jag är en gummiboll och du bollar med mig som du vill
(Bomsi, Bomsi, Bomsi, Bomsi)
Blott en gummiboll raring det är vad du gjort mig till
(Bomsi, Bomsi, Bomsi, Bomsi)
Jag borde säga nej när jag vet du narrar mig.
Men som en gummiboll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Som en boll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.

Jag har flytt från dig. Jag har till och med gjort slut.
Men så ber du mig och så är det som förut.
Att som en gummiboll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Som en boll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.

Jag borde säga nej när jag vet du narrar mig.
Men som en gummiboll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Som en boll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Som en boll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Ya ha ha ha.

Bolla, bolla med min kärlek.
Bolla, bolla med min kärlek.


Jag är en gummiboll, en liten leksak i din hand.
(Bomsi, Bomsi, Bomsi, Bomsi)
Blott en gummiboll som du leker med blott ibland.
(Bomsi, Bomsi, Bomsi, Bomsi)
Och när du sedan tar mig i din famn så viskar du en annan väns namn.
Men som en gummiboll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Som en boll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.
Som en boll kommer jag tillbaks till dig.

 

[Gjestemedlem]

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Close Your Eyes, You Can Be a Space Captain

Uncertain when the idea came....was maybe in a fit of anger or maybe
in a dream. But promises of miracles were all forgotten, plans lay rotting
wallowing in filth. No hopes, no goal, no redemption - a song bereft of
A death breath.... death-breath (Waiting for catharsis or waiting for a
blade a savior took all the clothes and pulled the final curtain down ...
wait in silence) And, peacefully she tiptoed 'cross the room and took his
hand, her white hair bathing in the moonlight. Supple skin lightly tanned
"Take them now! Finish it!" Yes, you can be a film star, you can be
anything. "Take them now! Take them now!" You can be anything you want to
be. "Take them now! Take them now!" You can be anything you want
to be you want to be.Finish it! Finish it! Take them now (x3)....CUT.

 

[Boffen]

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Fobi


Jeg er redd for mye
men jeg har en spesiell fobi
hvis jeg dør i søvne
hvem slår av vekkerklokka mi
bacca bacca lao.

 

[bber]

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Kan bli interessant.

The Weakerthans - Aside

Measure me in metered lines

Huff-huff for noe møl.

Her er i stedet noe du kan lære av og kanskje prøve selv med tiden:

"Je vais et je viens, entre tes reins"
"Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue"
"L'amour physique est sans issue"

(Serge Gainsbourg og Jane Birkin, 1969.)

Gjenkjennelsesfaktoren vil nok være høyere for din del i denne:

Weakerthans - Hospital Vespers

Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick. Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "Yahtzee!" I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic, something called "The Politics of Lonely," a toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus. You tried not to roll your sunken eyes, and said "Hey can you help me, I can't reach it." Pointed at the camera in the ceiling. I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see. Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling. Before the nurses came, took you away, I stood there on a chair and watched you pray.

Ja, jeg tar vitaminer. For øvrig vil nok pubertetskrisen din snart gå over.

 

[322_911]

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Kan bli interessant.

The Weakerthans - Aside

Measure me in metered lines

Huff-huff for noe møl.

Her er i stedet noe du kan lære av og kanskje prøve selv med tiden:

"Je vais et je viens, entre tes reins"
"Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue"
"L'amour physique est sans issue"

(Serge Gainsbourg og Jane Birkin, 1969.)

Gjenkjennelsesfaktoren vil nok være høyere for din del i denne:

Weakerthans - Hospital Vespers

Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick. Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "Yahtzee!" I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic, something called "The Politics of Lonely," a toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus. You tried not to roll your sunken eyes, and said "Hey can you help me, I can't reach it." Pointed at the camera in the ceiling. I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see. Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling. Before the nurses came, took you away, I stood there on a chair and watched you pray.

Ja, jeg tar vitaminer. For øvrig vil nok pubertetskrisen din snart gå over.

"As wonderfully crafted an album as Reconstruction Site is, some listeners will be put off by its perceived highbrow attitude; it's too scholarly for the masses, too pop-smart for the avant garde set."

"It's an outstanding piece of work -- literate, catchy, and emotional."

"Incorporating the best moments of the band's previous two releases, Reconstruction Site offers a clear blueprint for future efforts, built on Samson's instinctual mingling of liberal-arts smarts, poignant sketches of perceptive reflection, and a melodic infrastructure of pop and rock gestures."

"This would be an easy record to (dis)miss; aside from the intellectual reaching... it glides by fairly effortlessly on initial listenings. But textures -- Stephen Carroll's lap/pedal steel guitar, Sarah Harmer's cozy backing vocals that make the band sound like a more laid-back New Pornographers, Jason Tait's tight, emotional drumming and the warmth of vibes and glockenspiel -- reveal themselves long after the lyricism ceases to delight."

"Musically, Reconstruction Site has more in common with literate indie types like Clem Snide or even the mature, clear-eyed work of Michael Penn."

"A catchy rock record steeped in intelligent social and personal commentary that incorporates pedal and lap steel with great cowpunk results."

"An album that's smart at every level."

"John K. Samson’s vocal and lyrical talent is the most immediate thing and, ultimately, what sets the band above the two-a-penny similar rock acts the world over."

Utdrag fra noen utvalgte anmeldelser av deres siste skive. Poenget mitt er ikke mer enn at det faktum at tekstene ikke treffer neppe kvalifiserer det som møl. Hvor mange moderne musikere vinner lyrikkpriser? Ikke at det nødvendigvis er et kvalitetsstempel i seg selv. John K. Samson er kanskje min favoritt, leit du ikke får noe ut av det. Se å pell deg bort fra trynet mitt.

 

[Gjestemedlem]

Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
-Voltaire

 

[322_911]

Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
-Voltaire

Livet til BB er en musikal
-Atle K

 

[Boffen]

Rövarkungens ö


"rövarkungen sa till mig, vid sängen sent en natt
du ligger ju där ensam, sök din egen skatt
men jag är ju så liten, och världen är så stor
då sa rövarkungen, den är större än du tror

vad menar du med det sa jag, under min tunga filt
kan jag resa mig ur sängen, och göra vad jag vill
då drog rövarkungen sitt långa skarpa svärd
stig upp din lilla myra, och visa vad du är värd

och svärdet sken och blixtrade, av silver och av guld
rövarkungen skrattade, dig skall jag slå omkull
du dumma lilla slav, du snusar på din bädd
du är så snäll och blåögd, och skräckslagen och rädd

nu ska jag lära dig nånting, som du har nytta av
följ med mig på en resa, på rövarkungens hav
där styr jag alla vindar, och krossar alla skepp
som vågar styra motsols, eller pröva på några knep

men snälla rövarkung, sa jag och tänkte på min mor
jag kan väl inte resa, utan några skor
då högg han sönder sängen, i ett enda väldigt slag
min resa den är skoningslös, utan mildra drag

från spillrorna av sängen, kröp jag skamset fram
här gavs ju inte nån pardon, och ingen tryggad hand
rövarkungen vrålade, och skrattade och skrek
nu seglar vi på vågor av styrka och av svek

och hemska var dom scener, som jag sen fick se
vår båt gled genom blod och eld, och genom väl och ve
och mina ögon var försvarslösa, så ljusa och så blå
rövarkungen hånlog, se och smaka på

vi hade kommit till en ö, så svart och klädd i sot
där hade aldrig något träd, nånsin slagit rot
jag såg en skara människor, så bleka och så grå
rövarkungen log och sa, här kommer mina får

och alla hade flaggor, av mörken terrierlen
dom hurrade och viftade, men bara månen sken
jag var nog lite rädd, på rövarkungens strand
han viskade ur mungipan, jag har dom i min hand

och nu så fick jag se, rövarkungens ö
där ingen kunde leva, och alla ville dö
och fåglarna sa jag så tyst, han började att le
där rövarkungen lever kan, ingen flyga mer

där hade man en slags fabrik, som ville allas väl
man tillverkade penningar, ur människornas själ
den slet man ut ur kroppen, med hyrda bödlas hjälp
rövarkungen gäspade, dö eller sälj

och där satt alla gamla, på ett ensligt litet skär
eller sattes ut i havet, på sin allra sista färd
och där såg man många unga, på hopplöshetens strand
dom samlade på snäckor, som föll ur deras hand

och över hela ön, blixtrade hans svärd
skräcken den var delad, och ingen mera värld
jag sa till rövarkungen, här är så mörkt och kallt
han stampade i marken, min eld är mer än allt

han sa jag samlar guld, och inget ont i det
min vilja är mitt svärd, och det kan alla se
jag ger arbete åt alla, och om jag skulle dö
då börjar havet svalla, och ön går upp i rök

han dansade, och skrattade, och lekte med sitt svärd
nu hugger jag dig mitt itu, du dumma snälla värld
vad ska ni göra utan mig, och styrkan i min arm
utan mig, så vore ni, en potta full av sand

så smög jag bort från stranden, och månens silversken
jag smög från rövarkungen, och vinden tjöt och ven
jag hittade en båt, och lade ut från land
sakta flöt jag ut, från rövarkungens strand

jag känner mig så frusen, så liten och så rädd
jag längtade efter ljuset, och värmen i min bädd
och havets svarta yta, under månens sken
fanns ingen annan människa, så långt jag kunde se

jag var den sista människan, på detta tomma hav
och rövarvinden ven, under många sjömäns grav
men när jag var som ensammast, och allt var dött och grått
hördes plasket av en åra, såg jag skymten av en annan båt

 

[kbwh]

Effektivt fra R.E.M:

This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love

Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now)

This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love

Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now)

This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
Another prop has occupied my time
This one goes out to the one I love

 

[wotg]

Uff dette er veldig flaut. Jeg tar på meg skylden for at vi kollektivt har glemt å nevne den største sangteksten av dem alle.

Jolene:
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
Theres nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you dont know what he means to me, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
Hes the only one for me, jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him even though you can
Jolene, jolene

Dolly Parton - ingen over, ingen ved siden!

 

[jowil]

My Back Pages

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps...
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using i-deas as my maps...
"We'll meet on edges, soon said," I,
Proud 'neath heated brow...
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm young-er than that now

Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

Girl's faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelist
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
With mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

 

[Bx]

Tidlig Eggum:

DE SKULLE BEGRAVE EN KONGE STOR
SOM SOVNET SÅ STILLE I SENGEN
TIL GRAVØL KOM FYRSTER FRA SYD OG NORD
MEN NEDE I DALEN LÅ GAMLEMOR
PÅ MAGEN MED HODET UI ENGEN
HUN LIKTE SIN KONGE,HUN ELSKET SITT LAND
MEN HJERTET SA STOPP DA HUN GIKK ETTER VANN
OG DET VAR DET INGEN SOM SÅ


DE SKULLE BEGRAVE EN KONGE STOR
SOM GIKK BORT TIL TROSS FOR ALL PLEIE
I KIRKA SATT PRINSER OG SANG I KOR
MEN KONA I GRESSET LÅ UTEN ORD
HVEM HADDE VEL MYKERE LEIE
FRA FJORDEN KOM VINDEN ,SÅ NORDLIG OG KALD
MEN RUNDT HENNE STAKK VOKSTE LILJEKONVALL
OG DET VAR DET INGEN SOM SÅ


DE SKULLE BEGRAVE EN KONGE STOR
OG FOLKET STO TETT ETTER V EIEN
OG KISTA BLE VIST FRAM OG KISTA FOR
MEN NEDI EN DAL STO EI KU I TJOR
OG RAUTET OG SAVNET BUDEIEN
HUN HØRTE DET IKKE,HUN LÅ SÅ FORNØYD
MED HANDA I BØTTA OG HODET SITT BØYD
MEN DET VAR DET INGEN SOM SÅ


DE SKULLE BEGRAVE EN KONGE STOR
OG KAMERA SURRET5 PÅ PRESTEN
SOM SA ET FOREVIGET SISTE ORD
MEN GAMLEMOR LÅ I DEN SAMME JORD
OG SAVNET VEL SLETT IKKE FESTEN
DE FANT HENNE ALDRI FOR VINTEREN KOM
OG HUN GIKK I FJORDEN DA SNØ BLE TIL FLOM
MEN DET VAR DET INGEN SOM SÅ

 

[Fisken_Bob]

Fin tråd! Jeg tar et par flere sangtekster med, jeg, alt etter hvilket 'mood' jeg er i. Det er vel like mye musikken som gjør utslaget, tenker jeg.

Broken Wings av Alter Bridge:

Om å bli revet i filler..? Sånn tolker i alle fall jeg det...

On broken wings I'm falling
And it won't be long
The skin on me is burning
By the fires of the sun
On skinned knees
I'm bleeding
And it won't be long
I've got to find that meaning
I'll search for so long

Cry ourselves to sleep
We will sleep alone forever
Will you lay me down
In the same place with all I love

Mend the broken homes
Care for them they are our brothers
Save the fading light in our souls

In my opinion seeing is to know
What you give
Will always carry you
And who's to say
We won't survive it too

[CHORUS]

Set a-free all
Relying on their will
To make me all that I am
And all that I'll be

Set a-free all
Will fall between the cracks
With memories of all that I am
And all that I'll be



Beautiful Jerusalem av HCP:

Når verdens galskap tårner seg opp omkring en, men man ser et lys langt borte som gir en nytt mot... Om å komme hjem til Himmelen.

I will walk with Him the streets of New Jerusalem
eternal peace has begun
May I walk with you Lord?
I'm home in New Jerusalem
I have run the race and won!



Pris og ære av Growing Praise:

Når man ikke klarer å holde tilbake gleden over å vite at man er frelst

Står her nå innfor din trone
Løfter opp mine hender til deg
Står her nå i stor beundring
Tilber deg min Herre og Gud

Pris og ære, det er min sang
Pris og ære, til deg Guds Lam
Halleluja, jeg synger det ut til deg
Min Herre og Gud

Noen blir sikkert inspirert til å slenge bemerkninger om slike "livsfjerne" sanger, men... who cares!



Tøff i pysjamas av DeLillos:

Hvem kjenner seg ikke igjen i denne?

av og til
så er jeg så dum
at når jeg ser meg i speilet
da blir jeg irritert
og jeg blir dum i pysjamas
jeg blir dum med frakk
og når jeg går på bussen
da skjønner alle at

her kommer dumme dumme dumme dum
her kommer dumme dumme dumme dum
wow wow
yeah yeah
slik går refrenget her

og av og til
så er jeg så tøff
at når jeg ser meg i speilet
da blir jeg imponert
og jeg blir tøff i pysjamas
og jeg blir tøff med frakk
og når jeg går på bussen
da skjønner alle at

her kommer tøffe tøffe tøffe tøff
her kommer tøffe tøffe tøffe tøff
wow wow
yeah yeah
slik går refrenget her

og av og til
så er jeg slik
at når jeg ser meg i speilet
ser jeg ingenting
jeg tar ikke på meg pysjamas
jeg tar ikke på meg frakk
og når jeg går på bussen
da skjønner alle at
da skjønner alle at
da skjønner alle at..?

 

[Boffen]

Warren Zevon

Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner

(Warren Zevon & David Lindell)

Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner...

His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it

 

[oddgeir]

En perle fra Willie Nelson:

Funny How Time Slips Away

Well hello there,
my it's been a long long time
How am I doin',
oh well I guess I'm doin' fine
It's been so long now and it seems that
It was only yesterday
Mmm, ain't it funny how time slips away

How's your new love,
I hope that he's doin' fine
Heard you told him, yes baby
That you'd love him till the end of time
Well you know, that's the same thing
that you told me
Well it seems like just the other day
Mmm, ain't it funny how time slips away

Gotta go now,
guess I'll see you hanging round
Don't know when though, oh
Never know when I'll be back in town
But I remember what I told you
That in time your gonna pay

Well ain't it surprisin' how time slips away
Yeah, ain't it surprisin' how time slips away

 

[322_911]

Vanvittig historie:

Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern was making a million
Being the illest hustler that the world ever seen
He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but forever, yeah, she was sober
Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I dont project my insecurities at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to proof to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
Fulfiling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cutthroats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to them, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a Blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone 'til they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to proof he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
"This is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw"
So Billy yoked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, "Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!"
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch until he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

Right before he pulled the trigger and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the Gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
His corruption had succesfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause God wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black, color is not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted
And you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever

 

[Hamram]

Dette er bare en av de gode tekstene fra, for meg, verdens beste band.

Metallica - And justice for all
Dyers Eve
(Hetfield/Ulrich/Hammet)

Dear Mother
Dear Father
What Is this Hell You Have Put Me Through
Believer
Deceiver
Day in Day out Live My Life Through You
Pushed onto Me What's Wrong or Right
Hidden from this Thing That They Call Life
Dear Mother
Dear Father
Every Thought I'd Think You'd Disapprove
Curator
Dictator
Always Cencoring My Every Move
Children Are Seen Bur Are Not Heard
Tear out Everything Inspired

Innocence
Torn from Me Without Your Shelter
Barred Reality
I'm Living Blindly

Dear Mother
Dear Father
Time Has Frozen Still What's Left to Be
Hear Nothing
Say Nothing
Cannot Face the Fact I Think for Me
No Guarantee,it's Life as Is
But Damn You for Not Giving Me My Chance
Dear Mother
Dear Father
You've Clipped My Wings Before I Learned to Fly
Unspoiled
Unspoken
I've Outgrown That Fucking Lullaby
Same Thing I've Always Heard from You
Do as I Say Not as I Do

Innocence
Torn from Me Without Your Shelter
Barred Reality
I'm Living Blindly
I'm in Hell Without You
Cannot Cope Without You Two
Shocked at the World That I See
Innocent Victim Please Rescue Me

Dear Mother
Dear Father
Hidden in Your World You've Made for Me
I'm Seething
I'm Bleeding
Ripping Wounds in Me That Never Heal
Undying Spite I Feel for You
Living out this Hell You Always Knew.

Når jeg har krepert, vil jeg høre "Wherever I May Roam" i kirka, ellers blir det ballade... 8)

 

[wilbur-x]

Litt fra ELP:

BATTLEFIELD
Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly
We're the victims of your armies lie,
Where the blades of grass and arrows rain
Then there will be no sorrow,
Be no pain

ENDLESS ENIGMA
Each part was played
Though the play was not shown
Everyone came
But they all sat alone
The dawn opened the play
Waking the day
Causing a silent hooray
The dawn will break another day
Now that it's done
Are we going to see the reason why I'm here

 

[Boffen]

De e ett jävla tjatande om alkohol, som säger att de e nåt som vi inte tål
men brännvin de nyttigt som själve fan, jajemen
å om våran lever slutar att fungera,
åker vi till USA å får den opererad, ja

Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin
Mera Brännvin, bara så, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin
Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin
om vi svimmar någonstans får vi gratis ambulans får vi gratis ambulans,
Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin

när fredag kommer super vi som jävla svin
och när vi börjar spy ja då är festen fin
för brännvin, rensar våra organ, jodå
och om någon svimmar av o tappar sansen,
så betalar socialen ambulansen. ja de e sant de

Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin,
Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin,
kom igen med Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin,
Mera Brännvin, om vi råkar kola av får vi gratis sten å grav
Mera Brännvin Mera Brännvin

he he he
de e gött å supa pojkar

De e så jävla härligt å va jättefull
Det gör väl inget om man råkar ramla kull
För Brännvin kan man dricka i åratal, ja
Och om våran hjärna krymper å blir mindre
Kan man alltid skaffa sig ett data-minne
Ja de är sant de

Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin,De e så jävla härligt å va jättefull
Det gör väl inget om man råkar ramla kull
För Brännvin kan man dricka i åratal, ja
Och om våran hjärna krymper å blir mindre
Kan man alltid skaffa sig ett data-minne
Ja de är sant de

Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, De e så jävla härligt å va jättefull
Det gör väl inget om man råkar ramla kull
För Brännvin kan man dricka i åratal, ja
Och om våran hjärna krymper å blir mindre
Kan man alltid skaffa sig ett data-minne
Ja de är sant de

Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin De e så jävla härligt å va jättefull
Det gör väl inget om man råkar ramla kull
För Brännvin kan man dricka i åratal, ja
Och om våran hjärna krymper å blir mindre
Kan man alltid skaffa sig ett data-minne
Ja de är sant de

Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin
Mera Brännvin, bara så, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin
Mera Brännvin, Mera mera mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin
Om vi svimmar någonstans får vi gratis ambulans, jaaa
Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, å mera mera mera mera Brännvin
Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin, Mera Brännvin
Om vi svimmar någonstans får vi gratis ambulans
Mera Brännvin

nu tar vi en kopp kaffe på de här, pöjkar

 

[ØivindJ]

Trist, men så sant så sant:
( BAD RELIGION Automatic Man )


he's the latest super hero with powers so profound
he can leap a dotted line in just a single bound...
I know you must have seen him in the books and magazines
he's the quintessential, mindless, modern epicene
his life is meaningful because he get things done
(bang bang) he's dead
chalk up another triumph for our hero ;D
the automatic man

it's true you must have met him
he's your best friend and your foe
his opinions are determined by the status quo
a true creature of habit
he smokes three packs a day
when he has an original thought
he forgets it right away

he's a paradigm of carefree living
he's our mentor disturb him if you can
he's the answer if your peace of mind is lacking
he's our savior
he is the common man

so if you are troubled by the daily bump and grind
then take a careful look around
and brother you will find...
the automatic man


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNa0wYyhU54

 

[ØivindJ]

Inspiration found in the unlikeliest of places. ;D



Madonna Jump Lyrics

There’s only so much you can learn in one place
The more that I wait, the more time that I waste

I haven’t got much time to waste, it’s time to make my way
I’m not afraid of what I’ll face, but I’m afraid to stay...
I’m going down my own road and I can make it alone
I'll work and I'll fight, Till I find a place of my own

Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don’t ever look back, oh baby
Yes, I’m ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to jump!

We learned our lesson from the start, my sisters and me
The only thing you can depend on is your family
And life’s gonna drop you down like the limbs of a tree
It sways and it swings and it bends until it makes you see


I'll work and I'll fight till I find a place of my own
It sways and it swings and it bends until you make it your own

 

[Proffen]

Nightfall

These are the days of my future in love
Here in this orchestra, this city of strings
I came to my senses and this is what brings
Future in storyboards, freedom and wings

Have you ever seen the scars in mighty rainbows?
If you’re angry at someone, you might say
Hold me at nightfall
Only time will heal, my friend

The guys in the backyard, you called them night birds
They’re aching for storyboards, but they’re freezing to death

Have you ever seen the scars in mighty rainbows?
If you’re angry at someone, you might say
Hold me at nightfall
Only time will heal, my friend

This city after nine
And all my nights before
This city won’t heal itself
You might as well adore

Have you ever seen the scars in mighty rainbows?
If you’re angry at someone, you might say
Hold me at nightfall
Only time will heal, my friend

Have you ever seen the scars in mighty rainbows?
If you’re angry at someone, you might say
Hold me at nightfall
Only time will heal, my friend

 

[Sleiven]

TIME

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.


Denne teksten av Pink Floyd har jeg aldri kunnet glemme..
Sleiven

 

[emokid]

Vad vet du om månljuset?
förrän du blivit sönderslagen under det...
Och vad vet du om gryningen?
Förrän du mött varje morgon, med sömnlösa ögon...

Vad vet du om solen?
Förrän nån släckt alla ljusen...
Och vad vet du om att inte vilja vakna längre?
Ni kommer få se er ungdom ruttna framför er...

Och vad vet du om kärleken?
Förrän du förgäves hatat den...
Och vad vet du om hur hjärtat kan bränna?
För kärlek som aldrig kan dö, men inte heller leva...

Hon kommer aldrig tillbaka
Hon kommer aldrig tillbaka

Det är mitt eget fel
Vad som än händer med mitt hjärta
För jag har alltid vetat att du skulle stanna (Stanna!)
Jag blir hellre ensam än lycklig med någon annan

Sprid ut bensinen över solnedgången
Riv ner staden
Häll ut havet ända bort till horisonten
Tysta ner musiken, hon kommer aldrig hit igen

 

[Honkey-Chateau]

Vad vet du om månljuset?
.....

Hvem har skrevet ned denne maskuline fortvilelsen? Hvor kan man høre resultatet?

Honkey

 

[emokid]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JymIlYJxC80

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZkFYfCor2o

 

[ottone]

When you walk through a storm
hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.

-Rogers & Hammerstein-

 

[lomt]

Gasolin

Langebro

Da jeg gik ud over langebro
en tidlig mandag morgen
der så jeg en,
der stod og græd

Hvis du tør så kom med mig

Jeg gik forbi dæmonernes bro
ud for kofoed skolen
der stod en flok
og drak sig ihjel

Hvis du tør så kom med mig

Jeg mødte en der gik rundt med "vågn op"
hun var jehovas vidne
hun råbte jorden
går under idag

Så hvis du tør så kom med mig

Jeg så en kvinde der løb efter sin mand
hun havde så skønne øjne
hun råbte
hey du har ståjlet min bil ja ja

Hvis du tør så kom med mig

hvis du tør så kom med mig

Hvis du tør så kom med mig

 

[lomt]

Ringo Starr

No no song.

 

[Audiophile-Arve]

Sånn på ein onsdagsmorgon kan kanskje Tom Waits få litt fart på systemet:

Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means

temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist

I know that she is made of smoke
but I've lost my wayy
she knows that I am broke
so that I must play

temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, whoa, temptation, temptation, I can't resist

Dutch pink and Italian blue
she is waiting there for you
my will has disappeared
now my confusions oh so clear

temptation, temptation, temptation
whoa, whoa, temptation, temptation
I can't reisist

 

[Kim]

Rush - Resist

I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation
I can learn to co-exist
With anything but pain

I can learn to compromise
Anything but my desires
I can learn to get along
With all the things I can't explain

I can learn to resist
Anything but frustration
I can learn to persist
With anything but aiming low

I can learn to close my eyes
To anything but injustice
I can learn to get along
With all the things I don't know

You can surrender
Without a prayer
But never really pray
Pray without surrender

You can fight
Fight without ever winning
But never ever win
Win without a fight

I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation
I can learn to co-exist
With anything but pain

I can learn to compromise
Anything but my desires
I can learn to get along
With all the things I can't explain

 

[sunseeker33]

Du var alltid på party
Du kjørte på
Du testa alt som var for å være rå
Ville heller dø, enn å være grå
Men du overlevde og det angrer du på nå

Nå kommer straffen
Du er stiv og støl i marg og bein
Nå kommer straffen
Fordi du alltid var så full og stein

Alle dine venner, de har dratt sin vei
Lykken smiler ikke lenger, fult så pent til deg
Tiden din er ute
Og det gikk så kjapt
Det er hardt å leve når du vet at du har tapt

Nå kommer straffen
Du er stiv og støl i marg og bein
Nå kommer straffen
Fordi du alltid var så full og stein
Nå kommer straffen
Det er for seint å gjøre bot
Nå kommer straffen
Og alt du kan gjøre er å ta i mot

Nå kommer straffen
Det er for seint å gjøre bot
Nå kommer straffen
Og alt du kan gjøre er å ta i mot
Nå kommer straffen
Du er stiv og støl i marg og bein
Nå kommer straffen
Fordi du alltid var så full og stein

I say a hey-hey-hey

 

[sunseeker33]

Send "Noen Å Hate" Ringtone to your Cell


Han der ække sånn som deg
Fort deg bort og ta han
Det er like godt som sex
Å banke en stakkars faen

ref.
Er det ikke deilig å ha noen å hate
Føles det ikke godt å ha noen å hate
Er det ikke herlig å slå dem flate
Er det ikke deilig å ha noen å hate

Hør lyden av nakker som knekker
Hør lyden av kjøtt som sprekker
Det er bare å følge fingeren som peker
Dit hvor de voksne leker

ref.
Er det ikke deilig å ha noen å hate
Føles det ikke godt å ha noen å hate
Er det ikke herlig å slå dem flate
Er det ikke deilig å ha noen å hate

Han der ække sånn som deg
Fort deg bort og ta han
Det er like godt som sex
Å banke gørra ut av en stakkars faan

ref.
Er det ikke deilig å ha noen å hate
Føles det ikke godt å ha noen å hate
Er det ikke herlig å slå dem flate
Er det ikke deilig å ha noen å hate

Thanks to Patrick for these lyrics

 

[room]

Och dom säger att stan har blivit tyst och ful och öde älskling
Att det kommer bli en lång kall vinter
Jag har lärt mig att saknaden är värst när nån har sovit som ett barn
Genom en iskall vinter

Du är min hjälte för du vågar vara rak
Du är min hjälte för du är precis så svag som jag
och hjälp mig jag behöver dig igen igen igen

Och du känner att staden är precis som staden alltid varit
I väntan på en lång kall vinter
Och du säger att saknad kan man lära sig att leva med ibland
Genom en iskall vinter

Du är min hjälte för du vågar vara rak
Du är min hjälte för du är precis så svag som jag
och hjälp mig jag behöver dig igen igen igen

Du är min hjälte för du vågar vara rak
Du är min hjälte för du är precis så svag som jag
och hjälp mig jag behöver dig igen igen igen

 

[jonjungel]

Cassandra Gemini av The Mars Volta.

Jeg holder dette som det beste musikkstykke jeg har hørt. Tekstene står heller ikke tilbake for mye. De treffer meg midt i hjarterota.

Bring me to my knees
Read the sharpened lines
All my arms, bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows
Spilling from morgue lancet
Caressed your fontanelle
I’ve sworn to kill every last one
Every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
Out of your eyelids

No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches

All your dreams, splintered off
Leech by leech on this catafalque
Anyone will tell you, yes anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted with disease
When she skinned that costume by it’s navel strings
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms, onto the floor
And out of your mouth out of your eyelids

No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches

Shock lest shackles free you
Volt face cons
abandon you again
I won’t feel not this time
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep on nursery slits
Into this life I’m born
Heaven’s just a scab away
I’d like to see you after just one taste

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more, let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become
If you should see the dice, charmed with
It’s snaked choked eyes
You’ll wear the widows weeds
Because they’re just your size
Behind the snail secretion, leaves a dry heave that absorbs
A limbless procreation, let the infant crawled deformed
A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets
And now when the craving calls
I’ll scratch my itchy teeth

Come on and sing it now
Sink your teeth
Into the flesh of midnight, night forever more
Sink your teeth
Into the flesh of midnight, night forever more
She fell for the whispers, sister flooded deaf tears
That night tore a river, in her baron womb mirror
And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues
Set crucified fires to petrified homes…let it burn

And the owls they were watching
And the owls didn’t care
Then the owls came a knocking, placenta in their stares
They will feed on all the carnage, leftover from the flood
And in the corner of their eyes, fled sister L’ Via

Now the pieces went floating, reflecting all at dusk
Conceived from the stabbing, was Vismund Cygnus

Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes are drowning

You can’t bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing cold and there’s nothing you can do
Soon there’ll be no gauze, inside the confessional
Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath

And one day you’ll remember
Behind the melting cones, you always had a family
In the burial of your home.

I’ll peel back all of my skin
Peel back and let it all run
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by the cuticle thorns, dried the sleep
On nursery slits into this life I’m born
Havens just a scab away, I’d like to see you
After just one taste

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more, let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become

No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light, no there’s no time
You ain’t got nothing, your life was just a lie.

 

[jonjungel]

Fear Of A Blank Planet av Porcupine Tree

Jeg tror jeg ser ungdommer som beskrevet i teksten hver gang jeg stikker innom et kjøpesenter.

Sunlight coming through the haze
No gaps in the blind
To let it inside
The bed is unmade
Some music still plays

TV, yeah it's always on
The flicker of the screen
A movie actress screams
I'm basking in the shit flowing out of it

I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored
Shuffling round the stores
And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing

X-box is a god to me
A finger on the switch
My mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me

Don't try engaging me
The vaguest of shrugs
The prescription drugs
You'll never find
A person inside

My face is mogadon
Curiosity
Has given up on me
I'm tuning out desires
The pills are on the rise

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left I simply am not here

I'm through with pornography
The acting is lame
The action is tame
Explicitly dull
arousal annulled

Your mouth should be boarded up
Talking all day
With nothing to say
Your shallow proclamations
All misinformation

My friend says he wants to die
He's in a band
They sound like Pearl Jam
The clothes are all black
The music is crap

In school I don't concentrate
And sex is kinda fun
But just another one
Of all the empty ways
Of using up a day

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left I simply am not here

Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with the boredom

You don't try to be liked
You don't mind
You feel no sun
You steal a gun
To kill time

You're somewhere, you're nowhere
You don't care
You catch the breeze
You still the leaves
So now where?

 

[Boffen]

Sida vid sida, tillsammans hjälps dom åt
staten och kapitalet, dom sitter i samma båt
fast det är inte dom som ror, som ror så svetten lackar
och piskan som kittlar, kittlar inte heller
deras feta nackar.

 

[emotikon]

Så banalt og så enkelt men likevel en rettesnor i mitt liv, siden jeg var ca 3 år gammel og for første gang hørte Marc-Antoine Charpentier's "Te Deum" live fra første benkerad- med føttene hengende svingende fra kirkebenken- i takt etter musikken:

Music was my first love

Music was my first love
and it will be my last.
Music of the future
and music of the past.

To live without my music
would be impossible to do.
In this world of troubles,
my music pulls me through.

Music was my first love
and it will be last.
Music of the future
and music of the past

 

[Audiophile-Arve]

Kva med denne? (Riksmål, men likevel....)

Og jeg som skulle være som en pil
På vei mot målets høye helligdom
som bare skyttens stille jegersmil
allvitende og nådeløst vet om

Og jeg som skulle være som en pil!
Som søkte vei til tidens offersted,
jeg smuldrer i en slyngplante av tvil!
De som vet veien, ofrer ikke med.

Nei, de som vet, de ofrer ikke med!
Og skyttens smil var mange netter dødt.
Men ennu kold av bitter nattesved

så jeg i morgenlyset purpurrødt
(og det ble taust i meg, da jeg fikk se det):
At selve tvilen er jo offerstedet.


- Diktet "ynglingen" av Bjørneboe? Vel, Anne Grete Preus har tonesett det.