Nå vet jeg ikke hvor man kan søke på nett for å få opp sangtekster, og når jeg i tillegg er mest vant til å fremføre musikk via instrument, så er ikke tekstinnhold (skrevet av andre) mitt sterkeste punkt, men et par tekster har gjort større inntrykk enn andre (her: kun ved tittel):
Cat's in the cradle - Harry Chapin/andre
Harvest Moon - Neil Young
The River - Bruce Springsteen
Shine on you you crazy diamond - Pink Floyd
Barn av regnbuen - Lillebjørn Nilsen
En av mine favoritter heter "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)" :cool2:
Written by Mary Schmich (Chicago Tribune)
Performed by Baz Luhrmann
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99.
Wear Sunscreen!
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, "sunscreen" would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can't grasp now
how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind,
The kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40.
Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much,
or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.
(Choir, in some versions)
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurted but I've been waiting to be there for you,
and I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,
but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get,
the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young,
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
(Choir, in some versions)
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurted but I've been waiting to be there for you,
and I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.
Med en liten jente som plutselig er blitt ni år og plutselig er på vei til å bli stor så får jeg tårer i øynene og klump i halsen hver gang jeg hører denne:
ABBA - Slipping through my fingers
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that Im losing her forever
And without really entering her world
Im glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when shes gone theres that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didnt
And why I just dont know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...
Dette er en av de fineste sangene jeg vet, muligens fordi jeg kjenner meg veldig igjen i den.
Coldplay - fix u
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above earth or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream, down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face and I...
Tears stream, down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I...
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
Denne synes jeg også er nydelig:
Meteora/Linkin Park - Numb
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
?Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Har alltid likt melodien, helt siden jeg selv var barn. Teksten fikk jeg ikke øynene opp for før vi så filmen Mamma Mia. Det er nok en tekst som treffer ekstra godt etter at man har blitt forelder selv. Da treffer den til gjengjeld så godt, at jeg synes det er på grensen til dårlig gjort. Tenk å gjøre en voksen, lettrørt og melankolsk anlagt mann tårevåt. Midt i uka, og all tingen.
'Cuz I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked
I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked.Yeah!
Jeg er nemlig fortsatt nyforelska.
Ellers liker jeg Hun er fri med Raga.
:nemlig:
Og mange U2 låter.
Men den øverste liker jeg veeeeldig godt nå om dagen. :fårelska:
Tror ikke jeg har hørt denne... Allikevel har den nå satt seg på hjernen, uten melodi. Temmelig frustrerende, for da kan jeg ikke engang nynne med. Hva da, lettpåvirkelig? Jeg? Neeeida.
De fleste lydene fra Fraggleberget leveres med superlim. Den som har satt seg aller best fast her, er pussig nok sukket til hunden Sprocket. Det er en forløsende lyd å lage når man er lettere oppgitt over et eller annet :)
Jeg kom over en fil der jeg samlet tekstene til en sang-samling jeg ga til en venninne da hun ble gravid (før jeg fikk barn selv) - det er stort sett sanger som handler om det å få eller ha barn. Det var ganske spesielt å lese gjennom dem nå. :) Jeg limer ikke inn hele tekstene, for da blir det så veldig langt, men her er listen:
Beginning Of A Great Adventure (Lou Reed) (It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
a little me to fill up with my thoughts
A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams
a way of saying life is not a loss)
Forever Young (Bob Dylan) (May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift)
Ikaros (Björn Afzelius) (Låt dina blommor slå rot där det finns jordmån, låt dina växter får leva där dom trivs
Lås inte in dina plantor i et drivhus, låt dom få slippa ett onaturligt liv
Låt den du älskar få pröva sina vingar, en dag så flyger din älskade rätt
Vill du bli respekterad av din avbild får du visa din avbild respekt)
Kooks (David Bowie) (I bought you a pair of shoes
A trumpet you can blow and a book of rules
On what to say to people when they pick on you
'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty Kookie too ...)
I Knew I Loved You (Savage Garden) (Neida, den handler kanskje ikke "egentlig" om det å få barn, men det er lett å tolke den sånn også, synes jeg) (I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life ...)
Memo To My Son (Randy Newman) (I know you don't think much of me
But someday you'll understand
Wait'll you learn how to talk baby
I'll show you how smart I am!)
Isn't She Lovely (Stevie Wonder) (Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old)
Beautiful Boy (John Lennon) (Close your eyes, have no fear
The monsters gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here ...)
How Do You Feel Now (Barclay James Harvest) (How do you feel now
We've got a reason to go on
Newly born
Seems like I've waited for a lifetime ...)
Sweet Child Of Mine (Sheryl Crow) (ja, jeg vet at det er en Guns N'Roses-sang, men det var nå Sheryl Crow-versjonen som var på denne samlingen)
(He's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain)
World Before Columbus (Suzanne Vega) (If your life were taken from me
All the trees would freeze in this cold ground
It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus
Sail to the edge and I'd be there looking down)
Child Of Mine (Carole King)
(The times you were born in
May not have been the best
But you can make the times to come
Better than the rest
I know you will be honest
If you can't always be kind
Oh yes sweet darling
So glad you are a child of mine)
Diamanter og kirsebær med John Olav Nilsen og gjengen. :hjerter:
På kvelder som dette
vil eg kysse pistolen
legge et kirsebær på hodet
og si takk og farvel.
Og eg åpner døren
med et smell
som tar meg over broen
og gjennom et fjell og
oppe på toppen
si god natt til kroppen
gir deg til vinden og la legenden leve så. Men hon vil se farger og eg e bare blå. Hon gjør det hon vil eg gjør et par ting eg må. :hjerter:
Som å knuse flasker
fortauskanter
nærmeste eg kommer
diamanter
diamanter og kirsebær
diamanter og kirsebær
diamanter og kirsebær
diamanter og kirsebær
For det e meg og deg
i verdens sjønneste løgn
Komman, kom igjen
Vi lurer oss sjøl i kveld å åh....
Og dagene spinner
rundt flasker og kvinner
Eg forsvinner mot lyset
og selg skinnet så billig
så retter eg ryggen
og drar meg gjennom stormen
Bli med meg og sol deg i sorgen.
oppe på toppen
si god natt til kroppen
gir deg til vinden og la legenden leve så.
Men hon vil se farger
og eg e bare blå
Hon gjør det hon vil
eg gjør et par ting eg må.
Som å knuse flasker
fortauskanter
nærmeste du kommer
diamanter
diamanter og kirsebær
diamanter og kirsebær
diamanter og kirsebær
diamanter og kirsebær
For det e meg og deg
i verdens sjønneste løgn
Komman, kom igjen
Vi lurer oss sjøl igjen å bare boom....
Gir oss over
over
mens de bare de
sover
de sover
og vi bare
gir oss over
over
til Diamanter og kirsebær...
USA är fettmans Mecka
alla smala är inlåsta i små trånga utrymmen
I Finland säger alla finnar och oj var det sprit jag drack
jag trodde det var lite vatten
I Japan är alla effektiva
väldigt få har en personligheeet
I England är alla brudar fula
och ugly är ett superfint ord
som alla klottrar på förnäma väggar
(en gång, en gång till)
I Thailand är det horor
horor där är lika vanligt som
plastpåsar är i Sverige
Tyskarna i Tyskland säger Hitler vadå?
skulle han va knäpp?
I Afrika så ska man ha en annorlunda livsstil
om man inte har en annorlunda livsstil så är
hej hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då,
hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då
Länderna
Teksten i coveret er forøvrig lengre og enda bedre, men jeg gidder ikke skrive den ned...
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
You laugh, he says you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
They're two blue moons
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies
Just pretty lies, just pretty lies
He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close."
"Richard, you haven't really changed," I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombstones in your eyes, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And I fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days
Denne synst eg er veldig fin, og når han vert sungen av Min Elskede er det den aller, aller finaste sangteksten som finst:elsker:
Kan jeg få gi deg en sang, og samtidig dele den med deg Et ønske jeg har, og jeg kjenner ditt svar. Vi behøver ingen ord Kan jeg få gi deg min tid, og vil du så dele den med meg Så trygt i forvar mitt hjerte du har, og hvert sekund jeg er med deg Så vet jeg at min drøm den er blitt sann
Et liv for meg, er et liv med deg Blikkene jeg får, varmen fra din hånd, tåren på ditt kinn det gjør At et liv for meg, er et liv med deg Og jeg vil alltid, alltid Elske deg
Kan jeg få gi deg en blomst, en vakker og annerledes blomst Den vokser et sted, bare du og jeg ser Og hver morgen slår den ut Kan jeg få gi deg en sang som alltid skal klinge inni deg Forsiktig med fri lyder vår melodi Og når den stille flyter fram så vet vi at vår drøm den er blitt sann
Et liv for meg, er et liv med deg Blikkene jeg får, varmen fra din hånd, tåren på ditt kinn det gjør At et liv for meg, er et liv med deg Og jeg vil alltid, alltid Elske deg
Good evening. This is your Captain. We are about to attempt a crash landing. Please extinuish all cigarettes. Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position. Your Captain says: Put your head on your knees. Your Captain says: Put your head on your hands. Captain says: Put your hands on your head. Put your hands on your hips. Heh heh. This is your Captain-and we are going down. We are all going down, together. And I said: Uh oh. This is gonna be some day.
Standby.
This is the time. And this is the record of the time. This is the time. And this is the record of the time.
Uh-this is your Captain again. You know, I've got a funny feeling I've seen this all before. Why? Cause I'm a caveman. Why? Cause I've got eyes in the back of my head. Why? It's the heat.
Standby.
This is the time. And this is the record of the time. This is the time. And this is the record of the time. Put your hands over your eyes. Jump out of the plane. There is no pilot. You are not alone.
Standby.
This is the time. And this is the record of the time. This is the time. And this is the record of the time.
Jeg river av meg klæra
og viser hvem jeg er
med lakris mellom tæra
for å lufte mitt gevær
Jeg føler meg naturlig
vist faen går`e ann
å glise fett og kle seg naken
midt på Karl Johan.
Se hvordan det dugger
når jeg presser rompa mi
mot vinduet på Grand Cafe
og slepper gassen fri
to mjuke lådne hår
som henger dovent ned
og klasker lett mot ruta
når jeg snur meg for å le
For jeg er naken
naken igjen
og igjen
og igjen
og igjen
for jeg er naken
naken igjen
og igjen
og igjen
og igjen.
Og møter jeg på Bondevik
så skal jeg si ifra
at han har litt å lære
av en fyr fra Vålenga mens du går rundt og ber til Gud for fotball-klubben din har jeg tatovert Vålenga på
kjempeloffen min
For jeg er naken
naken igjen osv osv
Så mye å fortelle
så mye mer å si
nå har jeg fått ei celle
til vinter`n er forbi
men, bare løver spretter
og sola titter frem
Når folket går og svetter
er jeg naken igjeeeeeeeeen..
Fett å væra naken
i hovedstaden vår
svinge litt med spaken
mens Rådhusklokka slååååår
For jeg er naken
naken igjen
og igjen
og igjen og igjen
for jeg er naken
naken igjen
og igjen
og igjen
og igjen.
Spretten sang i bilen for å våkne litt på morran!!
Jeg dumpet tilfeldigvis over denne midt i en brutal kjærlighetssorg. Den gjorde ikke akkurat saken noe bedre.
Nothing Better (The Postal Service):
He:
Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you're deserting for better company
I can't accept that it's over
And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
So just say how to make it right
And I swear I'll do my best to comply
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
She:
I feel I must interject here...
You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
With these revisions and gaps in history
So let me help you remember.
I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.
I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave
So please back away and let me go
He:
I can't my darling I love you so...
Oh, oh...
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
She:
Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
He:
I know that I have made mistakes
and I swear I'll never wrong you again
She:
You've got a lure I can't deny,
But
you've had your chance so say goodbye
Say goodbye
Når man har en 9 år gammel jente i hus kommer man borti musikk man ikke alltid ville hørt på uten denne 9 år gamle jenta. Men denne Miley Cyrus-sangen har jo egentlig en helt fantastisk sann tekst - det er ikke målet som er viktig, men veien dit :nemlig:.
The Climb lyrics Songwriters: Alexander, J; Mabe, J;
I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there's a voice inside my head saying
"You'll never reach it"
Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking
But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going
And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on
'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!
Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
You can find any reason
To do the things you do
It’s the end of the season
Ain’t nothing here for you
It’s just a misunderstanding
Another hole in the ground
The things you lost are all around you
Another walk in the gutter
Another weightless fall
Another face in the mirror
It’s just an endless crawl
And now you’re stuck in a corner
Ain’t no easy way out
Been digging too deep, my friend
You’re digging too deep
Why don’t you leave it all alone
You make a mess for everyone
Why don’t you leave it all alone
Can’t you see this wall of stone
And you can’t go on much longer
It’s just a question of time
It’s just a misunderstanding
Another downward climb
The circles keep getting smaller
And you go round and round
Ain’t nowhere left to turn
You’re going underground
Why don’t you leave it all alone
You make a mess for everyone
Why don’t you leave it all alone
Stuck behind your wall of stone
It really ain’t no point in trying
You always end up saying goodbye to someone
You’re holding on to all your fears
And all the things you’ll never share with no one
In the night
When you long for the light
It’s gonna be allright
Why don’t you leave it all alone
‘Cos the road you’re walking on
Will never lead you home
Why don’t you leave it all alone
Why don’t you leave it all alone
You make a mess for everyone
Why don’t you leave it all alone
You make a mess for everyone
You’re digging to deep, my friend
Min absolutte favoritt-tekst er Tyven, tyven til Dum Dum. Den er allerede nevnt her så jeg legger ikke inn teksten igjen. Men den er utrolig vakker og sterk, og jeg har grått mange tårer til den.
Ellers liker jeg veldig mange av tekstene til Bjørn Eidsvåg.
Tom Waits, I hope that I don't fall in love with you:
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
Your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you
Calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you,
You light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
But we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you,
And you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
The chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
You're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.
En kveld, etter en fin tur på byen.
Litt etter en veldig tung tid for meg, var det at en God Mann, som for første gang på veldig lenge hadde sett et glimt av den jeg var før Alt Det Vanskelige, satte på denne låta, plantet armen rundt skulderen min og sang inn i øret mitt:
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters when everything is meaningless
Fragile
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away
I won't let you fall apart
She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
Hoping someone can see
If i could fix myseld i'd-
But it's too late for me
I wont let you fall apart
We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
...but they keep waiting
...and picking...
It's something i have to do
I was there, too
Before everyhting else
I was like you[LEFT] (The Fragile, Nine Inch Nails.)
Akkurat da jeg trodde ingenting kunne få meg til å elske ham mer enn jeg allerede gjorde ... :hjerter:
[/LEFT]
Vertigo Vertigo
Mayday Mayday.
Han vet'kje lenger forskjell på opp og ne r'
Han trur ikkje lenger på det han ser.
Han tok av Dagen va' fine
Han tok av inn i drømmane sine
Han lekte seg på blåe himlen
Han boltra seg istjernevrimlen
Ung, stolt sterk og fri
Himmlen va' hans
Han stjal seg te å delta i
gudane sin dans
Alle drømmane han bar på
måtte han ha svar på
Full frihet uten grenser
Full fart uten bremser.
Vertigo.........
Han tok av
Dagen va' fine
Han tok av inn i drømmene sine
Mjuke skyer varsle' dØd
Ung, sterk og fri Himmlen va' hans
Han stjal seg te å delta i gud ane sin dans
Skyene har tatt. han, det e knapt med tid
Mayday Mayday
Han vet ikkje forskjell på opp og ner'
Han vet ikkje ka som skjer.
Hvorfor har jeg ikke lagt inn verdens beste sang her da?
Jag är fattig bonddräng, men jag lever ändå.
Dagar går och kommer, medan jag knogar på.
Harvar, sår och plöjer, mockar, gräver och bär.
Går bak mina oxar, hojtar visslar och svär.
Jag är fattig bonddräng, och jag tuggar mitt snus.
Och när lörda'n kommer, vill jag ta mig ett rus.
Sen, när jag blitt livad vill jag tampas och slåss.
Vila hos en flicka vill jag också, förstås.
Sen, då kommer sönda'n, och då vill våran präst,
att jag ska i kyrkan, men då sover jag mest.
Prästen kan väl sova hela måndagen men,
för en fattig bonddräng, börjar knoget igen.
Så går hela veckan, alla dagar och år.
Jag går med min lie, och jag plöjer och sår.
Jag kör mina oxar och jag hässjar mitt hö.
Harvar, gnor och trälar, och till sist ska jag dö.
Står där, fattig bonddräng framför Himmelens port.
Lite rädd och ledsen för de synder jag gjort.
Man ska inte supa, hålls med flickor och slåss.
Herren, Gud i Himlen, är väl missnöjd förstås.
Men, då säger Herren: Fattig bonddräng, kom hit.
Jag har sett din strävan och ditt eviga slit.
Därför, fattig bonddräng, är Du välkommen här.
Därför, fattig bonddräng, skall Du vara mig när.
Åh, jag, fattig bonddräng står så still inför Gud.
Och sen klär han på mig den mest snövita skrud.
Nu Du, säger Herren, är ditt arbete slut.
Nu Du, fattig bonddräng, nu får Du vila ut.
Har syngt den nesten hver eneste kveld for storebror i snart 6 år nå :hjerter:
Jeg gidder ikke å gå tilbake, så det er mulig til og med jeg selv har lagt den inn før, men siden jeg er down nostalgia lane i dag må jo denne med:
Martha (Tom Waits)
Operator, number, please:
It's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice
While I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost,
And I am calling long distance,
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more,
Now Martha please recall,
Meet me out for coffee,
Where we'll talk about it all.
And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I feel so much older now,
And you're much older too,
How's your husband?
And how's the kids?
You know that I got married too?
Lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure,
'Cause we were all so young and foolish,
Now we are mature.
And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I was always so impulsive,
I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha,
I love you can't you see?
And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you...
Og som en motvekt, den vakre, vakre sangen av Rickiegirl:
Second time around (Rickie Lee Jones)
[LEFT]Love is wonderful, the second time around
Just as wonderful, with both feet on the ground
It’s that second time you hear your love song sung
Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted, is wasted on the young[/LEFT]
[LEFT]Love’s more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can say, what brought us to this miracle we’ve found[/LEFT]
[LEFT]There are those who’d bet
Love comes but once - and yet
I’m oh so glad we met
The second time around[/LEFT]
[LEFT]Love’s more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can say, what rought us to this miracle we’ve found[/LEFT]
[LEFT]There are those who’d bet
Love comes but once - and yet
I’m oh so glad we met
The second time around[/LEFT]
I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do
than be cast away on an island with you
No, I can't think of anything more heavenly
than to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you
I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do
than be cast away on an island with you
Far from distractions and matters of state
We can quit smoking and quickly lose weight
sleeping till noon and then staying up late
At latitude zero and longitude eight
I am a gentleman; should you get hurt
I'll make a tourniquet out of my shirt
You needn't do much, just sit there and flirt
And if it looks drizzly, I'll build us a yurt
I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do
And that's why I had to get rid of the crew
So I lopped off their heads and dropped them in the sea
just to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you
I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do
And that's why I decapitated the crew
How could I know there's no island nearby?
If I don't eat something soon, I'll just die
I wouldn't eat you, oh, never, not I
So let's catch a shark and I'll make us a pie
What shall we use for bait? Lend me a hand
I'll sew it back on when we get to land
But if the shark takes it, that would be grand
(because we won't starve to death, you understand)
I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't do
to end up shipwrecked on an island with you
No, there's nobody I wouldn't kill - nobody -
just to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you
I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't do
To end up shipwrecked on an island with you
Again
Jeg har fått referert en tekst jeg kan leve meg inn i.
"I hate traffic lights, I hate traffic lights, I hate traffic lights, especially when they're red
I love traffic lights, I love traffic lights, I love traffic lights, especially when they're green"
Denne kom akkurat på her hjemme. Nå når det er sommer og alt mulig, liksom.
I thought you said summer is going to take the pain away (Hello Saferide)
Finally the sky is blue
Last night my friends dragged me to some lake
We drove there real late, we went too fast
Sipping cheap sangria in the backseat
Everybody were laughing and we were listening to our favorite songs
But I thought you said summer is going to take the pain away
January brought a headache
In February it got even worse
And when you thought it couldn't get more awful
Say hello to March
April brought me to a funeral
Gained another ten pounds in May
But I thought you said summer is going to take the pain away
Have you ever had the feeling that no one really knows what you're all about?
And when you try to show them they all have things to do tonight?
Up on a roof looking over the city all by myself thinking
There is nowhere I would rather be than here, so why am I not
Like the others, and why are you not here with me doing crossword puzzles?
Saying it's going to be okay, summer's going to take the pain away
When I'm gone, I promise
It's going to be okay, summer is going to take the pain away
Have you ever had the feeling that no one really knows what you're all about?
And when you try to show them they all have things to do tonight?
Finally the sky is blue
Last night my friends dragged me to some lake
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
og..
Running up that hill (opprinnelig Kate Bush, men jeg liker den mer rocka versjonen til Within Temptation):
It doesn't hurt me
Do you wanna feel how it feels?
Do you wanna know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making?
It's you and me, yeah
And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And let him swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
So if I only could
Don't wanna hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder
Oh, there is thunder in our hearts
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Oh tell me we both matter, don't we?
It's you and me that won't be unhappy
And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And let him swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And let him swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems
C'mon baby, c'mon c'mon darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
C'mon angel, c'mon, c'mon darling
Let's exchange the experience
And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And let him swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
So if I only could
Make a deal with God
And let him swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems...
Homage to Florence som går på AKKURAT NÅ på Roskilde. :leppe:
you hit me once
i hit you back
you gave a kick
i gave a slap
you smashed a plate
over my head
then i set fire to our bed
you hit me once
i hit you back
you gave a kick
i gave a slap
you smashed a plate
over my head
then i set fire to our bed
My black eye casts no shadow
your red eye sees no pain
your slaps don't stick
your kicks don't hit
so we remain the same
blood sticks and
sweat drips
break the lock if it don't fit
a kick in the teeth is good for some
a kiss with a fist is better than none
a-woah a kiss with a fist is better than none
broke your jaw once before spilt your blood upon the floor
you broke my leg in return
sit back and watch the bed burn
well love sticks sweat drips
break the lock if it don't fit
a kick in the teeth is good for some
a kiss with a fist is better than none
a-woah a kiss woth a fist is better than none
you hit me once
i hit you back
you gave a kick
i gave a slap
you smashed a plate over my head
then i set fire to our bed
you hit me once
i hit you back
you gave a kick
i gave a slap
you smashed a plate over my head
then i set fire to our bed
"Du er sola og jeg er månen", det er en arketyp, er det ikke? (YouTube-link i tittelen her også.)
I HAVE THE MOON (Magnetic Fields)
We have walked in ancient times
And we've been burned for many crimes
We have ended many lives
But we never really died
You have the sun, I have the moon
You have to fly around the world all day
To keep the sun upon your face
I'd like to come and comfort you
But I'd be blinded by the blue
You have the sun, I have the moon
You're bound to die under the sun
And I'll be doomed to carry on
You have become like other men
But let me kiss you once again
Nå skal jeg snart til Vesterålen, og når vi skal på lang sommerferie dit, finner jeg alltid frem denne.
öppna landskap av Ulf Lundell:
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, d'r 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.
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hues.
An ever lasting vision of the ever changing views.
A wondrous world of magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see impossible to hold
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, just a drifter passing by.
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand cam down empty.
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and he turned into a toad
It seems as if he'd fallen into someones mistic spell
And I wept to see him suffer tho I did not know him well
As I watched in sorrow there suddenly appeared
a figure grey and ghostly beneath the flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling he's come to take me back
The Brothel - Susanne Sundfør
Purple pavements
Crooked fingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights in one night cheap hotels
Oh, I'm only drifting to always come back
And I search for something
Oh, whatever I don't really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open car with open mouths
Golden teeth and golden cards
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway
Lava laiden pavements
Stars with stains and the heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes our echoes are buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we've shared their temple of halls
Now our heads are hung up on walls
We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century
When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all
To be both the animal and god
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway
There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening
There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening
They whisper:
The ones who are only living is the ones who are only dying
Empty Chairs - Don McLean
I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave, until you went
Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Her er en av mine Winnerbäck-favoritter. Jeg bor like ved min gamle videregående skole nå, og en sein kveld i sommer gikk jeg en liten tur til gamle trakter. Hjertet mitt gjorde et lite hopp da jeg passerte skoleportene og fikk øye på nettopp dette: nyponbuskar, nyponbuskar, hela vägen nyponbuskar. Man skimter så vidt skolebygningen i bakgrunnen - og klasserommet vårt, faktisk.
Hela vägen nyponbuskar ser jag när jag blundar, och nånstans där så blev jag den jag är nu.
[font=Verdana][/font] Söndermarken
Så som himlen ser ut
en tisdag över skolans
kommunala korridorer
Klockan fyra i oktober
Strax innan det mörknar
och det luktar från bespisningen
Halvhjärtad husmanskost
och löven ligger klistrade
mot marken
Gråvita skyar
Tandläkarväder
Nån grävmaskin som sliter upp
en cykelväg vid fotbollsplan
Och nyponbuskar, nyponbuskar
Hela vägen nyponbuskar
ser jag när jag blundar
och nånstans där så blev jag
den jag är nu
Jag ser gitarren i butiken
Symbolen för att skolka
Sagan om ett uppror
Drömmen om en högre höjd
Ett sjörövarskepp
som blåser rätt in i Los Angeles
Och stjärnorna som glittrar
Och ingen jävel når mig
nånsin mera
En enda ambition
Att få brudarna från Berga
att skratta eller gråta
och rymma över taken
Bort från regelboken, stöveltrampet,
tegelväggen, la isla bonita
Och dom brandgula
stolarna man staplar
på varandra
Parkeringshus byggdes
Ett litet steg för människan
Ett stort steg för betongen
och den rotlösa känslan
Som ännu ett hinder
på vägen mot den råa romantiken
och gitarren i butiken
och flykten
över taken
Man la klossar över ängen
med små fönster och dörrar
Det var slogans överallt
från alla medelbeiga firmor
Och en skivaffär i centrum
som ett hål genom kulissen
ut i verkligheten, drömmen
Ut till färgerna man bara
ser på bio
Vi bildade band och blåste ringar
Drog med handen genom jorden
Fyllde naglarna med lera
av all yta som vi skrapade
För nånstans under lagren
av tätortstimotej
bredde stora världen ut sig
utan farthinder och Konsumkort
och nypon
Vi satte båtarna i bäcken
såg dom flyta in i tunneln
Kanske vidare mot Vättern
och kanalen ut till Nordsjön
över vågorna mot Irland
ut på havet och sen blåsa
iväg och aldrig komma tillbaka
mer till bäcken
där det började
Jag ser den gräddgula färgen
Den moderna men diskreta
En helhet för det enkla
Bara fälla upp och skruva
Men ändå alltid nåt
som ville jaga och förvirra
Nåt som inte var Ikea
Nåt som inte hade lösningen
i kanten
Jag hör det inrökta ljudet
från en replokal vid tågstation
Bland speditionslokaler
och bortglömda depåer
Det stumma, dova skinnet
och basen som darrar i gallret
och glaset och det doftar
just som asfalt gör
om hösten
Vi gömde Fibban under stenen
Willes vin i busken
Hela dungen var ett mikro-Vegas
Ladan bytte hänglås
Och ovan allt en himmel
liksom silad ifrån kusten
med det lilla som blev över
efter vågorna och stormarna
och skummet
Jag kan inte återvända
En brottsplats måste vila
Flyktbilen är dumpad
Stålarna är rena
Nu bygger vi ett nytt hem
Startar upp och börjar om
Söndermarken jagar mig
men jag är inte där
Det bor en ängel i mitt rum.
Hon har sitt bo ovanför mitt huvud.
Hon gör mig lugn
och hon viskar till mig allt det jag säger dig.
Det bor en annan i min kropp.
Hon har den vackraste av själar.
Hon är kärlek och hopp
och hon berättar för dig hur mycket jag älskar dig.
Det bor en ande vid min fot
som blåser värme över huden.
Det kittlar och du såg att jag log.
När hon andas på mig
är det för att du ska komma och värma dig.
Och här är jag med allt det andra
som gör en människa hel.
Jag hoppas, jag hoppas att du orkar
och att ängeln i rummet det är henne du ser.
Jeg hørte denne på en kafé i dag - det var mange år siden sist:
Ikaros (Björn Afzelius)
När jag tänker tillbaka på min barndom
Ser jag skräckbilder tydligast av allt
Ja, de gånger de skrämde eller slog mig
Är de minnen som hårdast sitter fast
För som barn tar man kärleken för given;
Allting annat är mot ens natur
I den stund man tar steget ut i livet
Är man bara ett tillgivet djur
Ändå står snart de vuxna där och pekar
Ut den riktning de tycker man skall ta
Alla drömmar de själva har förvägrats
Vill de förverkliga genom sina barn
Är man lydig belönas man och hyllas
Revolterar man mister man allt
Ingen älskar ett barn som inte lyckas
Ingen älskar ett barn som är starkt
Men vem besitter förmågan att veta
Vad som ryms i en ny individ?
Och vem kan säg' till nån annan hur lyckan ser ut
Vem kan säg' vad nån annan vill bli?
Låt dina blommor slå rot där det finns jordmån
Låt dina växter får leva där de trivs
Lås inte in dina plantor i ett drivhus
Låt de få slippa ett onaturligt liv
Låt den du älskar få pröva sina vingar
En dag så flyger din älskade rätt
Vill du bli respekterad av din avbild
Så får du visa din avbild respekt
Teksten til Den Grumme Fader er festlig. Hadde jeg klart å google den, skulle jeg limt den inn - men det er bare å sette på Alf Cranner og Odd Børretzen, live fra Sandvika :værsågod:
A nightmare to remember
I'd never be the same
What began as laughter
So soon would turn to pain
The sky was clear and frigid
The air was thick and still
Now I'm not one to soon forget
And I bet I never will
Picture for a moment
The perfect irony
A flawless new begining
Eclipsed by tragedy
The uninvited stranger
Started dancing on his own
So we said goodbye
To the glowing bride
And we made our way back home
Life was so simple then
We were so innocent
Father and mother
Holding each other
Without warning
Out of nowhere
Like a bullet
From the night
Crushing glass
Rubber and steel
Scorching fire
Glowing lights
Screams of terror
Pain and fear
Sounds of sirens
Smoke in my eyes
Sudden stillness
Blackened silence
No more screaming
No more cries
Stunned and bewildered
Cold and afraid
Torn up and broken
Frightened and dazed
Stunned and bewildered
Cold and afraid
Torn up and broken
Frightened and dazed
Lying on the table
In this unfamiliar place
I'm greeted by a stranger
A man without a face
He said, "Son do you remember?"
"Do you even know your name?"
Then he shined a light into my eyes
And said, "Take this for the pain."
Hopelessly drifting
Bathing in beautiful agony
i am endlessly falling
Lost in this wonderful misery
In peaceful sedation
I lay half awake
And all of the panic inside starts to fade
Hopelessly drifting
Bathing in beautiful agony
"Tell me does this hurt you?"
Said the faceless man
"Can you move all of your fingers?"
Can you try your best to stand?"
I asked about the others
Is everyone ok?
He told me not to worry
As he turned and looked away
Hopelessly drifting
Bathing in beautiful agony
i am endlessly falling
Lost in this wonderful misery
In peaceful sedation
I lay half awake
And all of the panic inside starts to fade
Hopelessly drifting
Bathing in beautiful agony
Day after day
And night after night
Replaying the events
Did they ever see the red light?
Over and over
Scene by scene
Like a recurring nightmare
Haunting my dreams
How can you prepare
For what would happen next?
No son should ever
have to see his father such a mess
It's a miricle he lived
It's a blessing no one died
By the grace of god above
Everyone survived
Life was so simple then
We were so innocent
It will stay with us forever
A nightmare to remember
Nightmare to remember trenger litt motvekt. :jupp:
Denne sanger er skrevet i optimstisk rus over utviklinga i Latin-Amerika rundt 2005, og er veldig god å ha hvis man har sett for mye på amerikanske presidentvalgkampreportasjer. :gal: Også passer den veldig bra å gynge babyer med kveldskolikk til. :btdt:
[url="spotify:track:5vcklxu7EF041iAH5DCoQH"]Mikael Wiehe – Nu Blir Det Bättre[/url] (lenke til spotify, finner ikke på YouTube, dessverre, og den må høres og ikke bare leses.)
Nu lättar dimman över havet
Nu skingras skuggorna på land
Nu kommer gryningen och dagen
och man kan skymta vägen fram
Och jag kan känna hur det växer
Och jag kan märka hur det gror
och hur det fyller mej med glädje
och hur det vaggar mej till ro
Nu blir det bättre
Nu blir det bra
Och allt vi drömde om i natten
ska bli av
Nu blir det bättre
Nu blir det fint
Och det finns inget
som kan hejda våra liv
De'e nåt som skakar och vibrerar
De'e nåt som slamrar som ett tåg
De'e nåt som stör och irriterar
De'e nåt som stiger som en våg
Och jag kan känna…
Nu blir det bättre…
Det har va'tt tunga dar och mörka nätter
Det har va'tt depression och apati
Det har va'tt defensiver och reträtter
och inte särskilt ljusa perspektiv
Det har väl inte alltid va'tt så rolig
Jag har väl inte alltid va'tt så lätt
Det har va'tt ganska arbetsamt och motigt
Men nu börjar nånting hända
Nu börjar vinden vända
Nu börjar pendeln svänga
Nu börjar hoppet tändas
Nu blir det bättre…[LEFT]
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