En av min favoritter, særlig den siste delen jeg har uthevet. For oss som en eller annen gang har måttet ta noen hjerteskjærende, men riktige valg. :hylgrine:
Calypso - Suzanne Vega
My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
And I waken to the dawn
A long time ago
I watched him struggle with the sea
I knew that he was drowning
And I brought him into me
Now today
Come morning light
He sails away
After one last night
I let him go.
My name is Calypso
My garden overflows
Thick and wild and hidden
Is the sweetness there that grows
My hair it blows long
As I sing into the wind
My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
I tell of nights
Where I could taste the salt on his skin
Salt of the waves
And of tears
And though he,pulled away
I kept him here for years
I let him go
My name is Calypso I have let him go In the dawn he sails away To be gone forever more And the waves will take him in again But he'll know their ways now I will stand upon the shore With a clean heart
And my song in the wind The sand will sting my feet And the sky will burn It's a lonely time ahead I do not ask him to return I let him go I let him go
Denne har jeg minner til fra en periode hvor det var krise i forholdet vårt, Cranberries med No need to argue:
There's no need to argue anymore.
I gave all I could, but it left me so sore.
And the thing that makes me mad,
Is the one thing that I had,
I knew, I knew,
I'd lose you.
You'll always be special to me,
Special to me, to me.
And I remember all the things we once shared,
Watching T.V. movies on the living room armchair.
But they say it will work out fine.
Was it all a waste of time.
'Cause I knew, I knew,
I'd lose you.
You'll always be special to me,
Special to me, to me.
Will I forget in time, ah,
You said I was on your mind?
There's no need to argue,
No need to argue anymore.
There's no need to argue anymore.
Ja jeg har nevnt det før .:rødme:
Men denne sang min skjønne mann til meg i bryllupet vårt i fjor. :rørt:
Han har like flott stemme og... kanskje enda finere faktisk.:D
Nick Cave - Into My Arms Lyrics
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
Og morsom tekst... Jeg har den dessverre ikke her, og finner den ikke på nettet, men sangen heter "Pendleren Putte", og er en barnesang som handler om en liten gutt med skilte foreldre, som tydeligvis har delt omsorg...
Det går noe i leia her:
"Pendleren Putte fyller seks år i år, og han ser ikke glad ut der han står. Han står ute på gata og skal hentes klokka fem, for å kjøres til et av sine hjem". Og så fortsetter det om hvor fælt det er for lille Putte å bo to uker her og to uke der, og ha favorittlekene i en koffert, og at ingen av de voksne har kommet på å spørre Putte om hva han vil osv.
Teksten er sånn at jeg begynner å le hver gang den spilles (eldstemann har den på en Barnetime-cd). Ok, jeg er ingen tilhenger av delt omsorg hvor unger bor en uke her og en uke der, men å faktisk lage en BARNEsang av det blir jo helt latterlig.
Noen her som har hele teksten? Jeg kunne selvfølgelig funnet cd'en og skrevet av teksten mens jeg hørte på, men jeg er for lat :rolleyes:
Jeg synes denne sangen som Picazzo har er veldig fin.
Hvis morgendagen aldri kommer
(Tekst/Melodi: Per Erik Gjedtjernet/ Kjetil Nordkjeld)
JEG SITTER HER ALENE SÅ FORUNDRET
FOR INGEN VET SÅ GODT HVA DET BETYR
Å SAVNE DEN MAN ELSKER OG BEUNDRER
IGJEN SÅ ER DET SANNHETEN SOM SVIR
JEG HÅPER AT VI ALDRI FINNER SVARET
MEN FORANDRINGER KAN KOMME ALT FOR FORT
NÅR PLANENE FOR MORGENDAGEN SVINNER
I EN KAMP DER HVERT PROBLEM KAN VIRKE STORT
REF;
FOR HVIS MORGENDAGEN ALDRI KOMMER
OG JEG STILLE SOVNER INN
HVILKE MINNER VIL DU HA IGJEN
HVA HUSKER DU MEG FOR - INN I FREMTIDEN
HVILKE BILDER VILLE BRENNES FAST
OG BLI TIL GLEDE, ELLER (TIL) LAST
HVIS LIVET DØMTE MEG TIL STRENGESTE DOM
OG MORGENDAGEN ALDRI KOM
JEG RUSLER HJEM MEN STEGENE BLIR TUNGE
JEG FØLER AT JEG GÅR PÅ UTBRENT JORD
VI TRODDE VI VAR OG UNGE OG UDØDLIGE
AT SOLOPPGANGEN'S EVIGHET VAR VÅR
REF;
FOR HVIS MORGENDAGEN ALDRI KOMMER
OG JEG STILLE SOVNER INN
HVILKE MINNER VIL DU HA IGJEN
HVA HUSKER DU MEG FOR - INN I FREMTIDEN
HVILKE BILDER VILLE BRENNES FAST
OG BLI TIL GLEDE, ELLER TIL LAST
HVIS LIVET DØMTE MEG TIL STRENGESTE DOM
OG MORGENDAGEN ALDRI KOM
Superwoman med Karynn White hadde jeg på hjernen en periode i mitt liv:
Early in the morning
I put breakfast at your table
And make sure that your coffee
Has its sugar and cream
Your eggs are over easy
Your toast done lightly
All that's missing is your morning kiss
That used to greet me
Now you say the juice is sour
It used to be so sweet
And I can't help but to wonder
If you're talking 'bout me
We don't talk the way we used to talk
It's hurtin' so deep
I've got my pride, I will not cry
But it's makin' me weak
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me, ooh, baby
I fought my way through the rush hour
Trying to make it home just for you
I want to make sure that your dinner
Will be waiting for you
But when you get there you just tell me
You're not hungry at all
You said you'd rather read the paper
And you don't want to talk
You like to think that I'm just crazy
When I say that you changed
I'm convinced I know the problem
You don't love me the same
You're just going through the motions
And you're not being fair
I've got my pride, I will not cry
Still I can't help but care
I'm not your superwoman (Oh, no, no)
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human (I'm only human)
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me
I'm not your superwoman (Hoo, hoo, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo)
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down (Hey)
And think that everything's okay (Don't let me down, don't you let me down)
Boy, I am only human (I'm only human, yeah)
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token (Ooh, ooh) of love from you to me
Oh, baby, look into the corners of your mind
I'll always be there for you through good and bad times
But I can't be that superwoman that you want me to be
I'll give my everlasting love if you'll return love to me
I'm not your superwoman (Oh, no, oh, no)
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human (I'm only human)
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me (Oh, no)
If you feel it in your heart
And you understand me
Stop right where you are
Everybody sing along with me
Hoo, hoo, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo
Hoo, hoo, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo
I'm the kind of girl that can treat you so sweet
But you got to realize that you got to be sweeter to me, oh, ho, ho
Hoo, hoo, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo
Hoo, hoo, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo
I need love
I need just your love
I'm not your superwoman (Oh, no)
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down (You can let down)
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human (I'm only human)
This girl needs more than occasional (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hugs as a token of love from you to me
Heaven av Jamie Foxx betyr mye, fordi den kom omtrent på den tiden da en etterlengtet tulle kom til verden. Spesielt med tanke på hva Jamie Foxx selv fortalte om teksten.
"Heaven"
Tell me have you heard the story
That took place not long ago
Bout an angel up in heaven
They say she up and ran away from home
Word is she had unfinished business
So back on earth she had to flea
Well you know I'm so elated
Because she's laying right here next to me
And when God woke up that morning
And he called out her name
And when she did not answer
Heaven will never ever ever be
Heaven will never be the same [Background Vocal:] Never be the same [2x]
Always dreamed that it would happen
I just didn't know exactly when
All my life I'd been waiting for something amazing
Said it took a while but now I know
So tell me can I get a witness
If you believe in miracles
And the proof I have is living
And my life will never ever be
And your life don't have to be the...
At times it seems we take for granted
How precious life can be
Just hold on and I'm sure you'll understand it
Bringing into this world
A precious boy or girl...And when God woke up that morning
Said where has my little angel gone
And when she didn't an...answer
Heaven will never ever ever be
Heaven will never be the....same
Yeah....Yeah
De UmuligeTekst: Gunnar Roaldkvam / Melodi: Sigvart Dagsland
Darr e nok av de som seie om igjen
men alt for få som seie: Kom igjen
Darr e nok av de som veie for og mod
heilt te de drukne i sitt eget rod
Men her komme me de umulige
hånd i hånd med de utrolige
Me ska få te det umuliga
og me må gjørr det utroliga
Darr e nok av de som ikkje forstår
At de snakke seg ihel mens tidå går
Darr e nok av de som ikkje tror før de ser
som ikkje reagere før taget ramle ner
Men her komme me de umulige
hånd i hånd med de utrolige
Me ska få te det umuliga
og me må gjørr det utroliga
Darr e nok av de som telle på tal
som får sannhed ud som sum med desimal
Darr e nok av de som ikkje syns det e lett
som bare riste på håve når de ikkje vett
X2
Men her komme me de umulige
hånd i hånd med de utrolige
Me ska få te det umuliga
og me må gjørr det utroliga
Ikkje sei ka me ska
Ikkje sei ka me må
Her komme me de umulige
hånd i hånd med de utrolige
Me ska få te det umuliga
og me må gjørr, og me må gjørr det utroliga.........
When I left my home and my family
My mother said to me
Son, its not how many germans you kill that counts
Its how many people you set free
So I packed my bags
Brushed my cap
Walked out into the world
Seventeen years old
Never kissed a girl
Took the train to voronezh
That was as far as it would go
Changed my sacks for a uniform
Bit my lip against the snow
I prayed for mother russia
In the summer of 43
And as we drove the germans back
I really believed
That God was listening to me
We howled into berlin
Tore the smoking buildings down
Raised the red flag high
Burnt the reichstag brown
I saw my first american
And he looked a lot like me
He had the same kinda farmers face
Said hed come from some place called hazzard, tennessee
Then the war was over
My discharge papers came
Me and twenty hundred others
Went to stettiner for the train
Kiev! said the commissar
From there your own way home
But I never got to kiev
We never came by home
Train went north to the taiga
We were stripped and marched in file
Up the great siberian road
For miles and miles and miles and miles
Dressed in stripes and tatters
In a gulag left to die
All because comrade stalin was scared that
Wed become too westernized!
Used to love my country
Used to be so young
Used to believe that life was
The best song ever sung
I would have died for my country
In 1945
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
The brute will to survive!
Jeg digger Duplex folka:D Kinosangen er fengende
Jeg var på kino igår med Egil
Egil er en kamerat
Men mot slutten av filmen
da skjedde det noe rart
Akkurat i det gutten i filmen
skulle følge jenta hjem
fikk jeg lyst til å ta Egil i hånda
holde rundt ham og gi ham en klem
Jeg skulle ønske Egil var jente
og ikke Egil var en gutt
For da kunne vi dratt hjem til meg
og rota med en gang filmen var slutt
Egil:
Jeg var på kino med Kristopher
og jeg opplevde det samme
Jeg satt ved hans side i mørket
og jeg ønsket han var ei dame
For dama i filmen var dødssøt
Hun var vakker, sensuell og intelligent
Så hver gang hun rota med helten
fikk jeg lyst til å rote litt selv
Og jeg skulle ønske Kristopher var jente
og ikke Kristopher var en gutt
For da kunne vi dratt hjem til meg
og rota med en gang filmen var slutt
Begge:
Da vi kom ut gikk det over
Lyset klaret raskt opp sinnet
Men der inne i mørket
var han verdens vakreste kvinne
Kristopher:
Åh, han var så pen
Egil:
Ja, han også
Begge:
Det er bedre å dra på kino med ei jente
enn å dra dit med en gutt
for da kan man dra hjem og rote
med en gang filmen er slutt
Så jeg skulle ønske han andre var jente
og ikke han første var en gutt
for da kunne vi dratt hjem til meg og rota
med en gang filmen var slutt
Egil:
Hvis bare Kristopher var en jente
Kristopher:
Og ikke Egil var en gutt
Begge:
For da kunne vi dratt hjem til meg og rota
med en gang filmen var slutt[PHP][/PHP]
Huset
Det er helt sant:
Du må tro hvert et ord
Det er noe galt med huset der jeg bor
Alt jeg eier forbyttes, jeg får ikke ro
Hvorfor ligger det steiner rundt gulvet på min do?
Ubudne gjester
Som kommer for å ta
Gir meg gjengjeldspresanger
jeg ikke vil ha
Hvorfor er ikke ostehøvlen på plass?
Hvordan har jeg fått meg tre nye plastglass?
Jeg har sluttet å kjøpe meg brød og ost
Noen spiser det før meg om gir meg ansjos
Ubudne gjester
Som kommer for å ta
Gir meg gjengjeldspresanger
jeg ikke vil ha
Heldiggrisene
Når det er sommer og jeg er
i parken og mater endene
Sitter det fullt av forelskede par
og roter på benkene
De bytter spytt som om det var
en livsnødvendighet
Noen har åpnet knappene
og har hendene der du vet
Hendene der du vet
Ååh heldiggrisene
Skulle ønske at det var meg
Ååh det der så deilig ut
Skulle ønske det var meg som satt der
Et par ligger nede på gresset
kliss nakne helt uten klær
Det kommer merkelige lyder
og jeg lurer på hva det er
Går nærmere for bedre å kunne se
Spør hva driver dere med
De svarer ropende i kor
Det har du ikke noe med
Det har du ikke noe med
Ååh heldiggrisene
Skulle ønske at det var meg
Ååh det der så deilig ut
Skulle ønske det var meg som lå der
Tyven Tyven av DumDum Boys er en vond sang. Jeg blir jeg trist av bare jeg tenker på den, men likevel hører jeg på den igjen og igjen.
Spør ingen ikke noen
Suser i stål i ljåen
Spjærer åpen himmel
Ingen er trygg på engen
Skjærer høsten uten blund
Uten hvile: blind og stum
Snart der så her som lyn
River i øyenstenen din
Tyven tyven
Finnes ei den bot som bøter
Sønderslitte hjerter
Ei pardon sparer ingen
Hugger ned alle som en
Tyven tyven
Alle er vi like
For ljåen
Hadde han sjel var den en skjæres
Røver de som skinner mest
Tyven tyven
Tyven tyven
Røvet øyenstenen
Smyger i skyggen
Bare vi er igjen
Tyven tyven
Tok det han fant
Alt har vi gjemt
Blir aldri glemt
(Uff, nå sitter jeg her og sipper).
Ellers vender jeg alltid tilbake til deLillos med 1984
Vannet frøys på bursdagen min
Men da var jeg på tur med deg og noen venner
Og da jeg kom hjem dagen derpå
Hadde kattene driti tre nye steder
Bare ikke i kassa si
Vet ikke om jeg heller hadde gjort noe der
Og platene mine lå strødd utover gulvet
Uten cover og flasker og aske overalt
Og en fyr lå i senga mi
Og det var kaldt
Den kaldeste dagen
Overalt
Den kaldeste dagen i Nittenåttifire
Og dagen gikk med på å varme opp brød i kjelleren
Og skaffe en parafinovnsekspert
Og snakke med en striptease-danserinne
Som hadde med en presang til min bror
Det er han jeg bor sammen med
Og Maya hun er kvart sigøyner rund og skjønn og god
Hun tror hun elsker ham
Mens han drikker øl og spiller gitar dagen lang
Og det er her vi øver
Selv om det er kaldt
Og det er et stor hull i taket
Ute snør det overalt
Og jeg ønsket intenst at du var her
Og ikke der at du var her
Det ville lindret og vært varmt selv uten klær
For bare du kunne fått meg i ordentlig godt humør
Jeg satt der og røkte og frøs
Og ønsket at jeg var født mye lenger ser
Hvis du bare hadde vært der hadde alt vært greit
Hvis du bare hadde vært her hadde alt vært greit
Hvis du bare hadde vært der hadde alt vært greit
Men dagen etter elsket jeg igjen det gamle huset
Der det stod og ristet
Lenge etter at trailerne hadde kjørt forbi
Jeg hadde litt ved jeg satt der og nøt det
Og se sola viste seg det var det som skulle til
Og noen der inne spilte og sang for meg
Og jeg hadde allerede gjort en fornuftig ting
Ringt deg
Denne sangen går konstant gjennom hodet mitt for tiden. Den burde kanskje vært i kategorien irriterende sanger, men jeg blir i så utrolig godt humør av den, og på vei til jobb satt jeg faktisk og gaulet refrenget med Snupp i barnesete på sykkelen. Og han gauket med. Hvilket sier noe om hvor mye jeg har sunget refrenget i det siste. :knegg: Teksten har jo overhode ikke sammenheng, men jeg lo meg skakk første gang jeg hørte den.
Grace Kelly med Mika
Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I’m a little bit shy
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me without making me try?
I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I’ve gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you walk out the door!
How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don’t you like me
Why don’t you like me
Why don’t you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?
I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I’ve gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you walk out the door!
Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you walk out the door!
When you’re weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
I’m on your side. When times get rough
And friends just can’t be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
When you’re down and out,
When you’re on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
I’ll take your part.
When darkness comes
And pain is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
[x2]
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer and when i wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
[x2]
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
"Grace Kelly" satt bare bang inni hodet mitt fra første gang jeg hørte den. Mars var en kjip måned, men jeg overdriver ikke når jeg sier at denne sangen hjalp meg gjennom en tung og trøtt måned. Det var bare å spille den på repeat i bilen på full guffe og gaule i vei på vei til jobb, så vips! var dagen til å holde ut! :glis:
Fireåringen min foretrekker "Lollipop", og det er den eneste sangen jeg får spille i bilen for tiden. Jeg gleder meg til å kjøre 50 mil om et par ukers tid. :lyve:
Hey, what's the big idea?
Yo Mika.
I said, sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down, I said, sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down.
Sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down, sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down. Say love, say love, or love's gonna get you down. say love, say love, or love's gonna get you down.
I went walking in with my mama one day, when she warn me what people say, live your life until love is found, 'cause love's gonna get you down. Take a look at the girl next door, she's a player and a down right whore, Jesus slows up, she wants more, oh bad girls get you down.
Singing, Sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down, sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down. Say love, say love, or love's gonna get you down. say love, say love, or love's gonna get you down.
Mama told me what I should know, too much candy gonna ride your soul, if she loves you, let her go, 'cause love only gets you down.
Take a look at the boy like me, never stood on my own two feet, now I'm blue, as I can be, oh love couldn't get me down.
Singing, sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down, sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down. Say love, say love, or love's gonna get you down. say love, say love, or love's gonna get you down.
I went walking with my mama one day, when she warn me what people say, live your life until love is found, or love's gonna get you down.
Singing, sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down, sucking too hard on your lollipop, or love's gonna get you down. Say love (say love), say love (say love), or love's gonna get you down. say love (say love), say love (say love), or love's gonna get you down.
Mama told me what I should know, too much candy gonna ride your soul, if she loves you, let her go, 'cause love only gets you down.
The Police King Of Pain Lyrics
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
Tha's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my sould up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
[ Lyrics found on www.metrolyrics.com ]
That's my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
Ther's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox thorn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
That's my soul up there
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
King of pain
King of pain
King of pain
I'll always be king of pain
Det er forresten ikke så rart at jeg falt for Mika. Jeg har alltid elsket Queen, og første gang jeg hørte sangen lurte jeg litt på om Freddie M. hadde stått opp fra de døde. Det er noe veldig Queensk over Grace Kelly. Så tenkte jeg Robbie Williams og var innom Sissor Sisters før jeg skjønte at dette var noe helt nytt. Det er noe med glad-pop-disco som virkelig appellerer til meg. Jeg tror jeg egentlig er en skap-80-taller. :o
Nå leste jeg munnharpe - og med ett ble sangen forandret fra vakker til merkelig i huet mitt..plonk-plonklyd
Jeg liker Evert Taube - Ikke fordi jeg har vært sjømann, men fordi pappa'n min pleide å synge Taube (og Wresvik) tilnærmet konstant...
Kalla den änglamarken eller himlajorden om du vill,
jorden vi ärvde och lunden den gröna.
Vildrosor och bl?sippor och lindblommor och kamomill
låt dem få leva, de är ju så sköna.
Låt barnen dansa som änglar kring lönn och alm,
leka tittut mellan blommande grenar.
Låt fåglar leva och sjunga för oss sin psalm,
låt fiskar simma kring bryggor och stenar.
Sluta att utrota skogarnas alla djur!
Låt örnen flyga, låt rådjuren löpa!
Låt sista älven som brusar i vår natur
brusa alltjämt mellan fjällar och gran och fur!
Kalla den änglamarken eller himlajorden om du vill,
jorden vi ärvde och lunden den gröna.
Vildrosor och blåsippor och lindblommor och kamomill
låt dem få leva, de är ju så sköna
Jepp. Fyren er faktisk klassisk sangskolert og skriver sine egne tekster. Så selv om han virker litt cheesy, så er det mer til ham enn det synes ved første blikk.
Lars Winnerbäck med "Hugger i sten". Den er så nydelig.
Hugger i sten
Text & Musik: Lars Winnerbäck Förlag: Madhouse/BMG Publishing Scandinavia
A Hm D E
Jag dricker glögg med balkongdörren öppen inatt, jag är så trött på alla mail och koder
A Hm D E
Jag vill ha dig här på riktigt inatt och suga liv ur din halspulsåder
D A
Jag får en doft av sommarens sista dagar
Hm F#m D
när vinden blåser in från England
Som du sa, det verkar svårt att bli riktigt nöjd, det är så lätt att fantisera
Mina tankar och minnen står mig upp i halsen, men mycket vill ha mera
Jag har kvar av sommaren om du behagar
Om du behagar komma hem från England
C#7 F#m
Jag har väl knappast gjort nåt sen sist, inte jag
Hm E
Men jag tänker och tänker och vet att du sa:
A F#m
Jag hugger i sten
D F#m E A
Men jag tror att jag sakta börjar se en kontur
F#m
Några armar och ben
D F#m E A
Jag jobbar mig inåt tills jag ser en figur
Inatt kom isen över sjön och snön föll försiktigt över Skandinavien
Nordsjön är väl stilla och kall så här års, innan våren sätter av igen
Det är nånting stilla mellan dig och våren
Det är nåt kallt mellan mig och England
I morgon sveper en dimma in som en julrush över staden
Det myllrar av stressade människor i stan men det är tomt på strandpromenaden
Jag tänkte att du kunde stå där i solen
Berätta ingenting om England
Jag har väl knappast lärt mig nåt sen sist, inte jag
Dina ord ligger och gnager här dag efter dag
Jag hugger i sten…
Jag dricker glögg med balkongdörren öppen inatt och låter vinden komma in ifrån väster
som en virvlande vår, som en dansande storm, som en galen orkester
Jag dricker ur mitt glas och alla dörrar är öppna
Det är dimma över mig och över England
Och du sa
Jag hugger i sten…
Där elljusspåren ledde hem till middagstid.
Där allting var modernt runt sjuttisju.
Där låghusen vilade och skogarna tog vid,
där bodde jag, där bodde du.
Där bodde jag & du.
Inga jordskalv där vi bodde, ingen frös och ingen svalt.
men det skälvde när du rörde vid mig.
Du var sjutton jag var sexton & jag skolkade från allt.
Jag ville bara va med dig.
Jag ville bara va med dig.
Nu får jag höra att du lever då & då ifrån en vän.
och det verkar som att allting är okej.
Och jag undrar om du nån gång vill tillbaks dit igen.
Du kanske undrar över mig.
Du kanske undrar över mig.
Ja där låghusen slutade & skogarna tog vid
där allt var tyst och stilla som på kort.
Där nätterna viskade om ett sporrande liv
och när ingenting var gjort.
Då när ingenting var gjort.
Ja det är lätt att tänka bakåt när förvirringen tar fart
och när jag känner så tänker jag på dig.
Allt är så förgängligt allting kan brisera snart,
men du är oförstörd för mig.
Du är oförstörd för mig.
Men tiden har sin rätt att förändras där den går.
och den är hos dig nu, och hos dig och din vän
Jag ska aldrig mera lägga mig med huvudet mot ditt hår,
och aldrig älska dig igen.
Aldrig älska dig igen.
Men vid vägen längs bäcken som sakta leder hem.
där är himlen lite närmre för mig.
Där har tiden gjort en hållplats för oss & allt som hänt.´
Dit kan jag gå & sakna dig.
Dit kan jag gå & sakna dig.
Men nya dagar väntar med nya tidsfördriv,
och allting liksom kräver mera nu,
så ta dina minnen och försvinn ur mitt liv,
älskade älskade du.
älskade älskade du.
Siden vi er inne i en svensk "bølge" nå, må jeg bare trekke frem fantastiske Eldkvarn, som nå har kommet med ny plate Svart Blogg.
Denne er gammel, men en favoritt:
LANDSORTSGRABB : text och musik Plura Jonsson
Det här är min kärlekssång, det här är min stund
på jorden. Ingenting du sett på film nå'n gång,
ingenting ur litteraturhistorien. Alla nätterna
på pappersbruket, timmar av timmer föll omkull.
Se'n på cyklarna i morgonljuset, vägen hem i en
värld av guld.
Jag sjöng i stan's bästa band, jag och min bror,
Gunnar och Kjella. Jag står här än med gitarren i
hand. Det är svårt att svälja, svårt att säga.
ref.
Kalla mig, landsortsgrabb, jag är vad jag
är, landsortsgrabb, där blev jag kär,
landsortsgrabb.
Scenerier dom ändrar sig, blommor dör och blommar igen. Allt
det här har växt i mig, det var aldrig slutet på historien.
Jag talar om den lyckliga tiden, allt vi svor på gällde för
livet, ja livets bok har sina bättre sidor. Det är svårt att
svälja, svårt att säga.
ref:
Du bär en värld på dina axlar och nu måste du
börja gå. Du har lika många chanser som dina
ögon är blå.
Siden jeg først er i gang, må jeg legge inn denne herlige ironiske teksten fra The Beautiful South:
Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Then think of me instead
Ill never grow so old and flabby
That could never be
Dont marry her, fuck me
And your love light shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening
Shes a phd in I told you so
Youve a knighthood in Im not listening
Shell grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee
Dont marry her, fuck me
And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
And you realise you cant make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Dont marry her, fuck me
Those lovely sunday mornings
With breakfast brought in bed
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
Trying to peck your head
Those birds will peck your soul out
And throw away the key
Dont marry her, fuck me
And the kitchens always tidy
And the bathrooms always clean
Shes a diploma in just hiding things
Youve a first in low esteem
When your socks smell of angels
But your life smells of brie
Dont marry her, fuck me
And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
And you realise you cant make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Dont marry her, fuck me
And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
And you realise you cant make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Dont marry her, fuck me
Jeg liker ikke De Lillos. Jeg syns stemmen til han hovedLillosen er helt for jævlig, og en del av sangene har kvaliteter som min sønn på 2 år kunne overgått.
Men den der 'Ut-sangen har en skikkelig deilig, gi-faen-shwung over seg.
Liker det veldig godt, og den stemmer stort sett alltid:knegg:.
Finner ikke teksten, men noe sånt sier de i hvertfall.
Jeg vil ut, jeg vil ut
jeg vil ut og drikke meg full
Jeg vil være slem
jeg vil bort fra mitt hjem
og gjøre en mengde tull
Her er den, Kirsebær - innlegg 118 i denne tråden.
Er til dels enig når det gjelder Lillo-Stenberg, ja - den nasale frognerstemmen er ikke min favoritt, men det hender han glimter til. Jeg liker en del av Beckstrøms de Lillos-sanger.
Jeg ringte rundt og spurte
Om hva som skjedde her
De sa at Knut veltet bordet
Og rev i stykker Monas klær
De sa at han ropte
Etter alle jentene utenfor
Og kommenterte alle pupper og lår
Er det sant
Er det sant hva folk sier
Er det sant
Er det virkelig sant
Var det Knut som var slem gutt
En slem gutt var det virkelig Knut
Du må ikke tro at Knut
Likte å være den han var
Sjenert og beskjeden
Og med halvintellektuelle svar
At han var snill og at han
Prøvde å forstå hjalp så lite fordi
De slemme guttene fikk alltid jentenes sympati
Er det sant
Er det sant hva folk sier
Er det sant Er det virkelig sant
Var det Knut som var slem gutt
En slem gutt var det virkelig Knut
Jeg ringte rundt og spurte
Om hva som skjedde her
De sa at Knut veltet bordet
Og rev i stykker Monas klær
Jeg ringte rundt og spurte
Om hva som skjedde her
De sa at Knut snublet rundt
Med buksene på sine knær
Wow, dette var jo litt gøy da!
Hør på:
Lisa Miskovsky sin LADY STARDUST
Stardust, lady Stardust spread your hair across your universe
Some magic, let us in
Let's find it to the Milky way and climb these concrete walls
And say don't ever close us in
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Like every city needs a distance, every sky demands a moon
Every winter needs a snowfall, every summer wants a June
Money's just a piece of paper, gold is blinding don't you see
Fame is just our own illusion of what life is meant to be
But I don't need a perfect mirror, I don't care for queens and kings
We are free and we are perfect when Lady Stardust sings
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on, oh Lady Stardust sing
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on, oh Lady Stardust sing
Stardust, lady Stardust let us cruise around your universe
Some magic, I am in
Lets play this song and on and on and on an on until the dawn
And never let them win
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And every minute needs the hour, every day demands a night
Every giant super nova, it's the city with your light
Moviestars and grand directors, silver screens and MTV's
Gods and angels all around me fills the air like little bees
I don't need no superheroes, I don't care for Gods with wings
I hear teardrops on the pavement when Lady Stardust sings
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on, oh Lady Stardust sings
Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on, Lady Stardust sings
Jeg synes denne voggesangen av Jens Gundersen er så nydelig og litt annerledes:
Vuggevise
Vinden rider høyt på sky
over hav og land og by.
Stormen raser tungt og hvit.
Sorg og død, kom ikke hit.
Noen kommer. Noen går.
Noen dør i livets vår.
Stjerner lyser hvite.
Kanskje at du en gang får
myrtekransen i ditt hår.
Kanskje etter dagens dåd
får ditt hår en sølvertråd.
Noen kommer. Noen går.
Noen dør i livets vår.
Stjerner lyser hvite.
Hvor du tramper i sti og vei
følger mange etter deg.
Sørg for at det alltid gror
blomster i ditt plogjerns spor.
Noen kommer. Noen går.
Noen dør i livets vår.
Stjerner lyser hvite.
Livet vever på sin vev.
Hva du gjorde, tenkte, skrev:
Alle ting i veven står.
Livets skyttel går og går.
Noen kommer. Noen går.
Noen dør i livets vår.
Stjerner lyser hvite.
Visste jo det, da. :humre: Men er det ikke også en "bestanddel" (i mangel på et bedre ord) i antidepressiva eller noe lignende også? Mener å ha hørt om noen som går på lithium. Ialfall på film. :blånn:
"Both sides now", av Joni Mitchell - nydelig tekst, som gir meg en helt overjordisk følelse av å sveve, eller flyte sakte....
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Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons evrywhere
Ive looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on evryone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
Ive looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its cloud illusions I recall
I really dont know clouds at all
Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As evry fairy tale comes real
Ive looked at love that way
But now its just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, dont let them know
Dont give yourself away
Ive looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really dont know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
Ive looked at life that way
But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say Ive changed
Well somethings lost, but somethings gained
In living evry day
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all
Listen hear the sound
The child away
Wander all around
The child away
Now in his life he never must be lost
No thoughts must deceive him
In life he must trust
With the eyes of a child
You must come out and see
That your world's spinning 'round
And through life you will be
A small part
Of a hope
Of a love
That exists
In the eyes of a child you will see
Earth falls far away
New life away
Time it has no day
New life away
Here is your dream and now how does it feel
No words will go with you
And now what is real
With the eyes of a child
You must come out and see
That your world's spinning 'round
And through life you will be
A small part
Of a hope
Of a love
That exists
In the eyes of a child you will see
Jeg hørte nettopp DumDum Boys og "Tynn tråd" på radioen nå...
Du verden som den traff meg midt i ansiktet - og du verden som den beskriver hvordan jeg har det nå...
Fantastisk sang - og fantastisk tekst.
Det er gode tider for dårlig nytt.
Tar ett skritt dit, og ett skritt feil,
Og får en liten dytt.
Når klokka slår tolv, tar de fart.
Tiden går i ring, du går i spin, så i svart.
Ser alt for mye, litt for fort.
og blikket vender lengere enn mort.
Ref.
Vi henger alle i en tynn,
tynn tråd.
Ingenting å stresse med, vi skal samme sted.
Den lengste veien går gatelangs,
på egenhånd med alt og tape,
og ingen sjangs.
lyden av en telefon, som ingen tar.
Er den vonde lyden, av helt feil svar.
Til slutt er det ett fett hva man tror
står igjen helt full av tomme ord
Ref.
Vi henger alle i en tynn,
tynn tråd.
Ingenting å stresse med,
vi skal samme sted.
Vi henger alle i en tynn,
tynn tråd.
Ingenting å stresse med,
vi skal samme sted.
Nå har jeg ikke lest hele tråden, men denne sangen av Delta Goddrem og Mcfadden er så sår og treffende for tiden at jeg nesten begynner å grine på kontoret mitt bare jeg tenker på den.
(Og jeg føler vedlig for å påpeke at jeg egentligikke hører på slik suppemusikk)
Did I hear you right
'cause I thought you said
Let's think it over
You have been my life
And I never planned
Growing old without you
Shadows bleeding through the light
Where the love once shined so bright
Came without a reason
Don't let go on us tonight
Love's not always black and white
Haven't I always loved you?
But when I need you
You're almost here
And I know that's not enough
And when I'm with you
I'm close to tears
'cause your only almost here
I would change the world
If I had a chance
Oh won't you let me
Treat me like a child
Throw your arms around me
Oh please protect me
Bruised and battered by your words
Dazed and shattered now it hurts
Haven't I always loved you
But when I need you
You're almost here
And I know that's not enough
And when I'm with you
I'm close to tears
'cause your only almost here
Bruised and battered by your words
Dazed and shattered now it hurts
Haven't I always loved you
But when I need you
You're almost here
Well I never knew how far behind I'd left you
And when I hold you your almost here
Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted
And now I'm with you I'm close to tears
'cause I know I'm almost here
Only almost here
it's not like I wouldnt dream, if you had not shown the way
it's not like I wouldnt fight, not knowing 'bout your life
it's not like I wouldnt stand right here with my friends
but you threw us all a line, when our days slipped away
you gave us of your time
'cause you were my hero, my Friday night
you wrote the soundtrack to my life
and gave me something to hold on to
when I was growing up you were the rock
in my life
it's not like I live my days by every word you spoke
like I'm up every night drinking with your ghost
it's not like I can't look back without moving on
but you threw us all a line when our days slipped away
you gave us of your time
'cause you were my hero, my Friday night
you wrote the soundtrack to my life
and gave us kids a chance to dream
days when I had enough, you were the rock
in my life
(solo)
you still throw me that line, as my days slip away
you give me of your time
You still my hero, my Friday night
You wrote the soundtrack to my life
You give me something to hold on to
As I'm still growing up you are the rock
In my life
( - Europe skrev den til sine helter generelt og Phil Lynott spesielt, men denne sangen kunne like gjerne vært fra meg til dem. :love: )
Der var en tråd også, ja. :hjerter: Og ingen har postet noe av Stephen Merritt?! Det går da ikke an. Jeg mener, man trenger ikke å ha kjærlighetssorg for at det skal stikke til av linjer som
I should have forgotten you long ago,
but you're in every song I know ...
The Magnetic Fields: Busby Berkeley Dreams (Busby Berkeley var en legendarisk Broadway-koreograf)
I should have forgotten you long ago
But you're in every song I know
Whining and pining is wrong and so
On and so forth, of course of course,
But no, you can't have a divorce
I haven't seen you in ages
But it's not as bleak as it seems
We still dance on whirling stages in my Busby Berkeley dreams
The tears have stained all the pages
Of my True Romance magazines
We still dance in my outrageously beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams
And now you want to leave me for good
I refuse to believe you could
You forget we're not made of wood
Well darling you may do your worst
Because you'll have to kill me first
I haven't seen you in ages
But it's not as bleak as it seems
We still dance on whirling stages in my Busby Berkeley dreams
The tears have stained all the pages
Of my True Romance magazines
We still dance in my outrageously beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams
Do you think it's dangerous
To have Busby Berkeley dreams?
Enda mer Tom Lehrer ( :hjerter: ) som jeg synger rettsomdeter.
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Poisoning Pigeons In The Park
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Ev'rything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo
We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them{ all }amid laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
It just takes a smidgen!
To poison a pigeon in the park.
Når jeg først er inne på barn - REMs The Wrong Child er også nydelig:
The Wrong Child
I've watched the children come and go
A late long march into spring
I sit and watch those children
Jump in the tall grass
Leap the sprinkler
Walk in the ground
Bicycle clothespin spokes
The sound the smell of swingset hands
I will try to sing a happy song
I'll try and make a happy game to play
Come play with me I whispered to my new found friend
Tell me what it's like to go outside
I've never been
Tell me what it's like to just go outside
I've never been
And I never will
I'm not supposed to be like this
I'm not supposed to be like this
But it's okay
Hey, those kids are looking at me
I told my friend myself
Those kids are looking at me
They're laughing and they're running over here
They're laughing and they're running over here
What do I do?
What can I do?
What should I do?
What do I say?
What can I say?
I said I'm not supposed to be like this
Let's try to find a happy game to play
Let's try to find a happy game to play
I'm not supposed to be like this
But it's okay, okay
"Bird on the beach" av Eric Burdon er den aller aller fineste balladen jeg vet. Særlig etter at jeg fikk barn.
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Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach
The winter sun was on the horizon
And we were both out of reach
She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise
Our souls were wet, yes Lord
From the incoming tide
She stopped and turned and looked at me
Lord, tears in her eyes
It's only a dead bird
And its soul has gone to the sky, yeah, yeah
Don't you know he's free
Not like you and me
That bird is free
Not like you and me
I never ever thought you would be so out of reach
And the lonely times have been like poison, child
I wish I could practise what I preach
Then I can release these feelings that I've been
Holding deep inside
I been missing you so much, baby
We only hear, there can be time
By then you will have forgotten
The little dead bird on the beach
But please don't forget your father, child
Because he's out of reach
I got a dream, baby
And my dream is
To be free
Freedom for you and me
I'm talking about freedom
Freedom for you and me
You hear my music in the wind
Hearbeat like the rolling tide
One thing you can be sure of my love
Wherever you go, I'll hold your love inside
And I told her, look baby
Even if he was living
And you could hold him in your hands
You'd still have to open up one of these days
And let that bird fly, free
She stopped and turned and looked at me,
Lord, with tears in her eyes
It's only a dead bird and its soul has gone to the sky
Don't you know he's free
Freedom for you and me
I'm talking about freedom, freedom
Freedom for you and me
To be free
It's all I need baby
It's all I dream about baby
To be free
Jeg kjører på med det jeg spiller mye om dagen, nemlig Aimee Mann med 'Build That Wall' (Magnolia Soundtrack):
She's been a long time on the phone
Courting disaster in an undertone
She's feeling nostalgic
and feeling that fall
How could anyone ever fight it
Who could ever expect to fight it when she
Builds that Wall
Maybe it's one where time will tell
Maybe it's one where it's just fare-thee-well
I hear her coming
As she walks down the hall
How could anyone ever fight it
Who could ever expect to fight it when she
Builds that Wall
I know the choice is made
I can tell, I said
By your guilty face
And I never was one to fight it
How does anyone ever fight it
You couldn't pin this one on me
You knew my thoughts so far as I could see
Well, I'd say it's hopeless
But you make the call
'Cause I never was one to fight itG#m
And if given the chance I guess I'll learn to
Build That Wall
Tom Waits, Come on up to the House
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Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lackin'
Come on up to the house
All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
You got'ta come on up to the house
There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You got'ta come on up to the house
Doesn't life seem nasty,
brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Got'ta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
You got'ta come on up to the house
There's nothin in the world
That you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you've been whipped by the forces
That are inside you
Gotta come on up to the house
Well you're high on top
Of your mountain of woe
Gotta come on up to the house
Well you know you should surrender
But you can't let it go
You gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
You gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
Thurday night,
everythings fine,
Except youve got that look in your eyes,
when im Telling a story
nd you find it boring your thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with and then drop it
And you Humiliate me, infront of our friends.
Then i'll use that voice what you find annoyin' and say something like
"intelligent input darlin' why don't you just go and have another beer then?"
Then you call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarresed,
and i won't give a shit.
My fingertips are holiding onto the cracks in our foundations,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know its not right,
everytime that your upset and i smile
i know i should forget, but i can't.
You said i must eat so many lemons,
'cause i am so bitter.
I said "i'd rather be wth your frinds mate,
cause they are much fitter"
Yes it was childish
and you got agressive
and i must admitt that i was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
Ad everytime we fight,
i know its not right,
every time that your upset and i smile,
i know i should forget,
but i can't.
Your face is pasty,
'Cause you've gone and got so wasted,
what i suprise,
don't want to look at your face,
'cause its making me sick.
You've goe and got sick on my trainers,
I only got thease Yesterday.
Oh my gosh, i cannot be botherd with this.
Well i'll leave you there till the mornin',
and I perpously wont turn the heating on
and dear God, i hope i'm not stuck with this one.
My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight,
I know its not right,
every time that your upset and I smile,
I know I should forget,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
Eg ser at du er trøtt, men eg kan ikkje gå alle skrittå for deg.
Du må gå de sjøl, men eg vil gå de med deg, eg vil gå de med deg.
Eg ser du har det vondt, men eg kan ikkje grina alle tårene for deg.
Du må grina de sjøl, men eg vil grina med deg, eg vil grina med deg.
Eg ser du vil gi opp, men eg kan ikkje leva livet for deg.
Du må leva det sjøl, men eg vil leva med deg, eg vil leva med deg.
Eg ser at du e' redd, men eg kan ikkje gå i døden for deg.
Du må smaka han sjøl, men eg gjer død til liv for deg, eg gjer død til liv for deg, eg gjer død til liv for deg, eg gjer død til liv for deg.
Mother, you had me but I never had you
I wanted you but you didn't want me
So I got to tell you
Goodbye goodbye
Father, you left me but
I never left you
I needed you but you didn't need me
So I just got to tell you
Goodbye goodbye
Children, don't do what I have done
I couldn't walk and I tried to run
So I got to tell you
Goodbye goodbye
Mama don't go
Daddy come home
Åh, ja, Jannski - Kineserne har så mange vidunderlige tekster! :elsker:
Denne her er også veldig, veldig søt:
På vei te kjøkkenet og en matbit da æ så
En liten lappe med et telefonnummer på
Og et navn, et guttenavn
Det va skrevve med ei vanlig kulepenn
(Bic og Ballograf, Bic, Ballograf e vanlig penn)
Men skrifta va itj vanlig, den va di min venn!
Ka skull æ tru
æ vart sjalu
æ vart sjalu, ja æ vart temmelig redd
For trudd du hadd nå hemmelig på gang
Va det en lapp helst itj skulla sje
Med navnet på den fyren du bedrar mæ med
På den fyren du bedrar mæ med
Snudd alt på hodet, bona fjæset, barbert gulv
(Tapetsere taket, takke tapetsereren pent)
æ villa dø men æ va sulten som en ulv
æ tænkt på hat
æ tænkt på mat
æ va på knærn, æ va temmelig sint
tok av røret fylt av svært vemmelig prat
Så slo nummeret og kæm snakka æ med?
Det va jo bare bror din, hei der kan du sje
Det va bror din æ snakka med
Du finn mæ i kjøleskapet
Sammen med melk og ost
Paprika, sitron og servelat
Grønn agurk og rød tomat
Grønn agurk og rød tomat
Åååååh!!! :elsker: Jeg ELSKER den sangen. Det er en sånn sang som jeg går og synger på i månedsvis i slengen til familiens store fortvilelse. Så har jeg en liten pause og så plutselig sitter den på hjernen igjen. Men den er jo så søøøøøt!
Do you know Eve, the mother of all?
She pads around her garden. No neighbours, no walls.
Shes put her with free will. Atleast thats what we`re told.
And if holy men speaks differntly; their systems might apploud.
This morning theres a different viuw from her shelter beneeth the trees.
The paler shade of green is new, as far as she can see
And Eve calls Adam, her lover and friend.
The man God gave the key. She calls him again
Barefoot he is walking, with his bedroom look and all
The most handsome man on earth standing tall
-see the leafes, she sais. Convincing their golden lines
-and I was cold last night, hey baby, are you feeling allright?
Adam looks away.
A distant gaze in his eyes.
His cheeks are stale, his lips are dry.
He doesn`t reply
Time passes. Now yellow the trees.
Shes the first woman to ever see the river freeze
Butterflies dies. Birds out of sight.
And he hasn`t held her in his arms the past thirteen nights.
Next morning Eve finds her man
The sun is gone
Her eyes are sore, she is crying
What on earth is going on?
Then Adam speaks, and this were never spoken.
This words never heard since man had awoken.
-I dont.. love you... Anymore. I have to let you go
Fall had never been before
Winter had never stood before their door.
But now, ever so slow, Paradise is covered in snow
Fantastisk skildring på hvordan et forhold kan kjølne. Den dagen jeg virkelig hørte teksten, var jeg full av gåsehud, og kan ikke høre sangen uten å få det i ettertid.
Hellre ett liv i en skog
Med dej där man är gömd
Än ett liv bland alla
Där man är glömd
Hellre en solig morgon
Med ditt ljus
Än en solig morgon
Alla utom du
Hundra tårar i min hand
Från dej
Än att du skrattar
I nån annans famn
Hellre hundra mil bort
Och jag vet var du är
Än att du är nära
Ändå inte här
Jag vill att du tror mej
En endaste gång
Försök förstå mej
Du gör dagen så lång
Så ändlöst lång
Jag kan höra dej skratta
Se din mun le
Dina ögon lever
Åh säg att du är med
Att vi delar samma resa
Och styr mot samma mål
Kom ta min hand
Vi gör världen till vår
Säj att du smeker min kind
För att du tycker om
Att jag kan ge av mej själv
Till den jag tycker om
För du kom med livet
Du ger och jag tar
Du kom med sommar'n
Jeg har lest, grått og ledd, mimret, og legger nå ut mine egne favoritter, for denne tråden kan da ikke få dø ennå?
Indigo Girls - "Hope Alone":
Let's not drag this out, everything's in motion
Though I've only ever loved you kind and with devotion
I remember when I met you and even from the start
I thought one day you'd probably just come home and break my heart
It's funny what you know and still go on pretending
With no good evidence you'll ever see that happy ending
You were looking for your distance and sensing my resistance you had to do your will
I had to learn the hard way
We were just an empty dream too big for hope alone to fill
I know I'm a dreamer, so I'll give you that
Still I hope I'm more than just a place you laid your hat
You're a land of secrets, its only citizen
And though I paid my dues I was never allowed in
And so I am a stranger but especially today
As I get sad and lonely and you get your way
You were looking for your distance and sensing my resistance you had to do your will
I had to learn the hard way
We were just an empty dream too big for hope alone to fill
Holding out for change I know we never stood a chance
So I could only wait and watch you slip right through my hands
Walk this way into heartbeats
And airwaves and tears
Talk this way into heartbeats
And blankets and ears
(B-verse)
Any side of you
Any side will do
Any part of you
Anything will do
(Chorus)
It's not boiling down to anything at all
I stop trying to make sense of you
Walk this way into heartbeats
And airwaves and years
This is not "making movies"
Moving slowly
Making movie tears
(B-verse)
(Chorus)
I'm not looking for a sign
I'm not trying to punch a hole in you
I'm not looking for a spot
I'm not trying to make sense of you at all
(B-verse)
I'll marry my lover in a place to admire
I don't have to even ask her I can look in her eyes
And thank God that I am forgiven
I thank all my friends
To say I've been truer or they forgotten
Marry my mind is to say the least
its been awful hard to just stand on my feet
I think I'll slow down if I am able
I won't drown in the ocean
For starving my place at the table
Lucky ones are we all til it is over
Everyone near and far
When you smile the sun it peaks through the clouds
Never die for always be around and around and around
How is your sister and what of your brother
Extend hellos to your father and mother
What in the world would cause you any sorrow
Like tea in your loaf
And see how I killed the wheel barrel I borrowed
Lucky ones are we all til it is over
Everyone near and far
When you smile the sun it peaks through the clouds
Never die for always be around and around and around
I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they’ll be gone.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.
I’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.
And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
What’s so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated
What’s so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
[don't fall in love with me yet
we only recently met
true i'm in love with you but
you might decide i'm a nut
give me a week or two to
go absolutely cuckoo
and when you see your error
then you can flee in terror
like everybody else does
i only tell you this 'cause
i'm easy to get rid of
but not if you fall in love
know now that i'm on the make
and if you make a mistake
my heart wil certainly break
i'll have to jump in a lake
and all my friends will blame you
there's no telling what they'll do
it's only fair to tell you
i'm absolutely cuckoo] x2
Well It's True That We Love One Another
Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
Jack give me some money to pay my bills
All the dough I give you Holly
You been using on pain pills
Jack will you call me if you're able?
I got your phone number written
In the back of my bible
Jack I think your pulling my leg
And I think maybe I better ask Meg
Meg do you think Jack really loves me?
You know, I don't care because
Jack really bugs me
Why don't you ask him now?
Well I would Meg
I really just don't know how
Just say 'Jack , do you adore me?'
Well I would Holly but love really bores me
Well maybe we should just be friends
I'm just kidding Holly
You know that I'll love you 'til the end
Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
Holly give me some of your English lovin'
If I did that Jack I'd have one in the oven
Why don't you go off and just love yourself
If I did that Holly there won't be anything
Left for anybody else
Jack it's too bad about the way you look
You know I gave that horse a carrot
So he'd break your foot
Will the two of you cut it out
And tell 'em what it's really all about
Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
Denne teksten av Sheryl Crow betydde mye for meg etter vi mistet sønnen min. Vi hadde den i begravelsen. Den beskriver mange av følelsene jeg hadde.
Safe And Sound
Maybe this is forever
Forever fades away
Like a rocket ascending into space
Could you not be sad?
Could you not break down?
After all, I won't let go
'Till you're safe and sound
'Till you're safe and sound
There's beauty in release
There's no one left to please but you and me
I don't blame you for quitting
I know you really tried
If only you could hang on through the night
Cause I don't want to be lonely
I don't want to be scared
And all our friends are waiting there
Until you're safe and sound
Until you're safe and sound
There's beauty in release
There's no one left to please but you and me
Until you're safe and sound...
Feel like I could've held on
Feel like I could've let go
Feel like I could've helped you
Feel like I could've changed you
Feel like I could've held on
Feel like I could've hurt you
Feel like I was a stranger
Feel like I was an angel
Feel like I was a hero
Feel like I was a zero
Feel like I could've touched you
Feel like I could've sealed you
Feel like I could've held you
Feel like I could've moved you
Feel like I should've healed you
Feel like I could've told you
Feel like I should've told you
Feel like I could've loved you
Feel like I could've loved you
Feel like I really loved you
Feel like I really loved you...
Feel like I could've saved you...
Klarer fremdeles i dag, 4,5 år senere ikke å lese denne teksten eller høre sangen uten å gråte. :leppe:
Mange av mine favoritter er nevnt allerde da, men ønskereprise er på sin plass:
Gartnerlosjen:
Heldiggrisene
Når det er sommer og jeg er
i parken og mater endene
Sitter det fullt av forelskede par
og roter på benkene
De bytter spytt som om det var
en livsnødvendighet
Noen har åpnet knappene
og har hendene der du vet
Hendene der du vet
Ååh heldiggrisene
Skulle ønske at det var meg
Ååh det der så deilig ut
Skulle ønske det var meg som satt der
Et par ligger nede på gresset
kliss nakne helt uten klær
Det kommer merkelige lyder
og jeg lurer på hva det er
Går nærmere for bedre å kunne se
Spør hva driver dere med
De svarer ropende i kor
Det har du ikke noe med
Det har du ikke noe med
Ååh heldiggrisene
Skulle ønske at det var meg
Ååh det der så deilig ut
Skulle ønske det var meg som lå der
Ååh heldiggrisene
Nick Cave, "In to your arms", den er nydelig!!
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
"William, It was really nothing" med The Smiths, den er så fin, og minner meg selvsagt om saboeren min :hjerter:
The rain falls hard on a humdrum town
This town has dragged you down
Oh, the rain falls hard on a humdrum town
This town has dragged you down
Oh, no, and everybodys got to live their life
And God knows Ive got to live mine
God knows Ive got to live mine
William, william it was really nothing
William, william it was really nothing
It was your life ...
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And if you like you can buy the ring
She doesnt care about anything
Would you like to marry me ?
And if you like you can buy the ring
I dont dream about anyone - except myself !
Oh, william, william it was really nothing
William, william
"Den aller beste melodien" med Tre små kinesere. Den synges til poden hver kveld :hjerter:
Si mæ ka du tenke på.
Si mæ kor du e.
Si mæ kor du tænke dæ,
Æ vil gjærn bli me.
No har sola bredd på sæ.
Æ har bredd på dæ.
Stjernan over huset ditt,
skinn så klart for dæ.
Melchior og Balthazar
leite ætter gull.
Kaspar e på Zanzibar
spinn sjægget sitt te ull.
Merlin han er magiker
vise stjærnan vei.
Kjøre rundt i Karlsvogna.
Vinke og si hei.
Sov nå væsle ungen min.
Æ ska pass på dæ.
Den ailler bæste melodi'n
Den skal kom' fra dæ.
Våren: Olav H.Hauge, melodi E.Grieg
Enno ein Gong fekk eg Vetren at sjå for Våren at røma;
Heggen med Tre som der Blomar var på eg atter såg bløma.
Enno ein Gong fekk eg Isen at sjå frå Landet at fljota,
Snjoen at bråna, og Fossen i Å at fyssa og brjota.
Graset det grøne eg enno ein Gong fekk skoda med Blomar;
enno eg høyrde at Vårfuglen song mot Sol og mot Sumar.
Enno ein Gong den Velsignad eg fekk, at Gauken eg høyrde,
enno ein Gong ut på Åkren eg gjekk, der Plogen dei kjøyrde.
Enno ein Gong fekk eg skoda meg varm på Lufti og Engi;
Jordi at sjå som med lengtande Barm at sukka i Sængi.
Vårsky at leika der til og ifrå, og Skybankar krulla,
so ut av Banken tok Tora til slå og kralla og rulla.
Sågiddren endå meg unntest at sjå på Vaarbakken dansa.
Fivreld at floksa og fjuka ifrå, der Blomar seg kransa.
Alt dette Vårliv eg atter fekk sjå, som sidan eg miste.
Men eg er tungsam og spyrja meg må: tru det er det siste?
Lat det so vera: Eg myket av Vænt i Livet fekk njota.
Meire eg fekk en eg havde fortent, og Alting må trjota.
Eingong eg sjølv i den vårlege Eim, som mettar mit Auga,
eingong eg der vil meg finna ein Heim og symjande lauga.
Alt det som Våren imøte meg bar, og Blomen eg plukkad’,
Federnes Ånder eg trudde det var, som dansad’ og sukkad’.
Derfor eg fann millom Bjørkar og Bar i Våren ei Gåta;
derfor det Ljod i den Fløyta eg skar, meg tyktest at gråta.
"Close to me" The Cure.
I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
this close to me
just try to see in the dark
just try to make it work
to feel the fear before you're here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out
hold my breath
and wait until I shake
but if I had your faith
then I could make it safe and clean
if only I was sure
that my head on the door was just a dream
I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought this day would end
i never thought tonight could ever be
this close to me
but if I had your face
I could make it safe and clean
if only I was sure
that my head on the door
was a dream
Jeg elsker sangtekster og har mange lagret i hodet, men dette er noen av de fineste/beste jeg vet.
Jag trivs bäst i öppna landskap,nära havet vill jag bo,
några månader om året, så att själen kan få ro.
Jag trivs bäst i öppna landskap, där vindarna får fart.
Där lärkorna slår högt i skyn, och sjunger underbart.
Där bränner jag mitt brännvin själv, och kryddar med Johannesört,
och dricker det med välbehag, till sill och hembakt vört.
Jag trivs bäst i öppna landskap, nära havet vill jag bo.
Jag trivs bäst i fred och frihet, för både kropp och själ,
ingen kommer in i min närhet, som stänger in och stjäl.
Jag trivs bäst när dagen bräcker, och fälten fylls av ljus,
när tuppar gal på avstånd, när det är långt till närmsta hus.
Men ändå så pass nära, att en tyst och stilla natt,
när man sitter under stjärnorna, kan höra festens skratt.
Jag trivs bäst i fred och frihet, för både kropp och själ.
Jag trivs bäst när havet svallar, och måsarna ger skri,
när stranden fylls med snäckskal, med havsmusik uti.
När det klara och det enkla, får råda som det vill,
när ja, är ja, och nej, är nej,och tvivlet tiger still.
Då binder jag en krans av löv, och lägger den runt närmaste sten,
där runor ristats för vår skull, nån gång för länge sen.
Jag trivs bäst när havet svallar, och måsarna ger skri.
Vägen hem var mycket lång och ingen har jag mött, nu blir kvällarna kyliga och sena. Kom trösta mej en smula, för nu är jag ganska trött, och med ens så förfärligt allena. Jag märkte aldrig förut, att mörkret är så stort, går och tänker på allt det där man borde. Det är så mycket saker jag skulle sagt och gjort, och det är så väldigt lite jag gjorde.
Skynda dej älskade, skynda att älska, dagarna mörknar minut för minut. Tänd våra ljus, det är nära till natten, snart är den blommande sommaren slut.
Jag letar efter nånting som vi kanske glömde bort och som du kunde hjälpa mej att finna. En sommar går förbi, den är alltid lika kort, den är drömmen om det man kunnat vinna. Du kommer kanske nångång, förr'n skymningen blir blå innan ängarna är torra och tomma. Kanske hitta vi varann, kanske hittar vi då på något sätt att få allting att blomma.
Skynda dej älskade, skynda att älska...
Nu blåser storm därute och stänger sommarns dörr, det är för sent för att undra och leta. Jag älskar kanske mindre än vad jag gjorde förr men mer än du nånsin får veta. Nu ser vi alla fyrar kring höstens långa kust och hör vågorna villsamma vandra. En enda sak är viktig och det är hjärtats lust och att få vara samman med varandra.
Skynda dej älskade, skynda att älska, dagarna mörknar minut för minut. Tänd våra ljus, det är nära till natten, snart är den blommande sommaren slut.
You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick
On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys
A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery
here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that
slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick
[Verse One: Nate Dogg]
When I met you last night baby
Before you opened up your gap
I had respect for ya lady
But now I take it all back
Cause you gave me all your pussy
And ya even licked my balls
Leave your number on the cabinet
And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call
Next time I'm feelin kinda horny
You can come on over, and I'll break you off
And if you can't fuck, that day, baby
Just lay back, and open your mouth
Cause I have never
met a girl
That I love
in the whole wide world
[Verse Two: Kurupt]
Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke
I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke
I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me
Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes
That's somethin I learned in the pound
so how the fuck am I supposed
to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times
And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me
And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me
i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!
[Chorus: (repeat 4X)]
It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none
[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Guess who back in the motherfuckin house
With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo
What you gon do? You really don't know
So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe
Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch
Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop
Doggy, I'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it
Cause you know I don't love em
[Verse Four: Warren G]
Whoa!
Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
One for the money, two for the btiches
Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches
In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact
With bitches on my side, and bitches on back
So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get
off your knees and then start jugglin
these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth
It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout
Whoo!
[Chorus]
Den teksten der fikk politimester Truls Fyhn i Tromsø til å uttale at det skulle være ham en sann glede å arrestere opphavsmannen - som altså ankommer byen til høsten. www.itromso.no/kultur/dognvill/article265881.ece
Sangen finner man vel på Youtube i mange varianter. Dette er en av dem.
Som seriøs kentfan greier jeg ikke velge noe av dem, alt er så fantastisk bra at det blir helt feil å bare skulle velge en eller noen få. Derfor blir det noe annet, men ikke så langt i fra.. Tilegnet mann og barn :love:
Lars Winnerbäck - Sen Du Var Här
Sen du var här har häggen slagit ut
det blåser vindar från förra sommarn
och jag tittar ut över parken för att se om jag kan se dig
jag ser björkar som blommar nu
med lite mera färg sen du var här
Sen du var här har tiden tickat fort
jag är nog mera inspirerad nu jag längtar inte
längre efter tågen som ska ta mig härifrån
och allt som tråkade ut mig då
känns lite mera värdefullt sen du var här
Låt tiden gå
Jag är samma nu som då
Samma mänska ungefär
Fast med lite mera lust
sen du var här
Sen du var här har allting kommit gratis
det är sant som nån har sagt att när man talar om trollen
är det dags att hålla tyst, men jag blir alltid så förvånad
hur allting bara händer, hur livet bara börjar
jag gläder mig åt nya krafter nu sen du var här
Sen du var här har allting blivit större
det är lättare att vakna, jag kan se mig själv
gå runt och inte riktigt ha nånstans att ta vägen
men jag följer hjärtat, samma hjärta
men med mera glöd sen du var här
Låt tiden gå
Jag är samma nu som då
Samma mänska ungefär
Fast med lite mera lust
sen du var här
Sen du var här har gatorna gått hem
Nu är bitarna på plats, nu kan jag se ifrån mitt fönster
samma utsikt som förut fast kanske ändå lite längre
lite högre lite värre allting känns tryggare
och ändå mycket större, nu har häggen slagit ut.
Nu har våren tagit fart, lite starkare och mer sen du var här.
Låt tiden gå
Jag är samma nu som då
Samma mänska ungefär
Fast med lite mera lust
sen du var här
Dette er den vakreste sangen jeg vet om. Jeg pleier å forestille meg at jeg synger den for mine barn, for den beskriver det så godt.
Come What May
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
[Chorus:]
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time
[Chorus]
Oh, come what may, come what may
I will love you, I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Lars Winnerbäck og Miss Li
jag skulle vakna mitt i natten
och gå upp och ta en långpromenad
jag skulle låta blicken möta andra ögon
i en främmande stad
jag skulle inte ha så bråttom
med att träffa nån ny
jag har rätt mycket med mig själv
precis som du
jag skulle andas i det tomrum som blev över
om du lämnade mig nu
jag skulle sitta på ett tåg mot Paris
och låta Stockholm va
jag skulle få den tiden över för mig själv
som jag sagt att jag vill ha
jag skulle unna mig att drömma
hundra mil genom Europa
om en främling
lika tillitsfull som du
jag skulle pröva mina läppar mot nån annan
om du lämnade mig nu
jag skulle kunna leva utan den där blicken
som får mig ur balans
jag skulle sakna den där stunden som vi har
när vi till slut har blivit sams
jag kanske skulle söka upp
kontakter som jag tappat
som jag varit med
förut nånstans
jag antar det finns nån du skulle ringa
om jag inte fanns
jag kanske skulle leta upp nån yngre
som en fjäder i hatten
det skulle bli för tomt om ingen fanns där
som värmde mig i natten
men jag skulle aldrig ha tålamod nog
att bli förstådd
ingen känner mig
så väl som du
jag skulle fastna i min ensamhet igen
om du lämnade mig nu
Foreldreportalen er i en flytteprosess, denne versjonen av FP er fortsatt under utvikling.
Hvis du vil svare i tråden, så kan du gjøre det her.
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