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[Zizou™]

Det var i hovedstaden

Melodi: Syd for Køge 

Det var i hovedstaden
Der mødte jeg et fuckersvin
Han tiggede på gaden
Og stank som et latrin
Han sad hver dag ved Nørreport
Og stank af bræk og gammel lort
Og fixede heroin
Et ægte fc-svin.

Og svinet ville snakke
Fortælle om sit lorteliv
Det gik ham ned ad bakke
Fordi han var naiv
De smarte fra hans stamcafe
De elskede alle PSE
Samt speed og kokain
En bunke FC-svin.

I Parken tog de samlet
Hvor byens cirkus stod for fald
Den københavnske skamplet
Er byens hvide skrald
Mens holdet tabte gang på gang
Stod byens affald der og hang
På rygeheroin
En bunke fc-svin.

Med tiden blev han presset
Til bistandshjælp og metadon
Han skiftede snart adresse
Til Nørreport Station
Og hvis du møder ham en dag
Så nyd hans store nederlag
Og få et billigt grin
Han er et FC-svin

[Bademesteren]

Det var i hovedstaden

Det er ikke ligefrem seriøsiteten, der er i højsædet der...

Er man i fredagshumør?

[Dusty78DK]

Okay, så lidt fra den følsomme skuffe i stedet.


Live - Lightning Crashes Lyrics

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall

oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide

[Marchena]

Sebastian

Når lyset bryder frem

Du lille barn du er på vej til drømmeland
Pludselig møder du en mærkelig mand
Han tar dig med over det dybe vand
Til I kommer til en fremmed strand
Som i et eventyr
Er alt du ser
Her er onde trolde og gode feer
Du vil se mer
Når lyset bryder frem
Når lyset bryder frem
Ja, så må du hjem
Så må du hjem

Det smukke hus højt på en bakketop
Kun den smalle sti kan nå derop
Et kraftigt sus fra gribbens vingeslag
Døde rotter er her masser af
Som i et eventyr
Er alt du ser
Alle er mætte og pudser fjer
Du vil se mer
Når lyset bryder frem
Når lyse bryder frem
Ja, så må du hjem
Så må du hjem

Den søde vin har slået drengen helt omkuld
Han samler tårer i en spand af guld
Et smykkeskrin begravet i et mægtigt hul
Hvor tyven selv faldt ned så plørefuld
Som i et eventyr
Er alt du ser
En syndig sjæl fløj væk
Men her er mange fler
Du vil se mer
Når lyset bryder frem
Når lyset bryder frem
Ja, så må du hjem
Så må du hjem

LEGENDARISK!

[Bademesteren]

Skrevet af: Roger Bowling & Billy Edd Wheeler.

Melodi: Coward of The County.

Ev’ryone considered him the coward of the county.
He’d never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
His mama named him tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
But something always told me they were reading tommy wrong.

He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.
I looked after tommy ’cause he was my brother’s son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to tommy:
Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.

Promise me, son, not to do the things I’ve done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
It won’t mean you’re weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you’re old enough to understand:
Son, you don’t have to fight to be a man.

There’s someone for ev’ryone and tommy’s love was becky.
In her arms he didn’t have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was workin’ the gatlin boys came callin’.
They took turns at becky.... there was three of them!

Tommy opened up the door and saw his becky cryin’.
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy’s picture.
As his tears fell on his daddy’s face, he heard these words again:

Promise me, son, not to do the things I’ve done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
It won’t mean you’re weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you’re old enough to understand:
Son, you don’t have to fight to be a man.

The gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.
One of them got up and met him halfway ’cross the floor.
When tommy turned around they said, hey look! ol’ yellow’s leavin’.
But you coulda heard a pin drop when tommy stopped and blocked the door.

Twenty years of crawlin’ was bottled up inside him.
He wasn’t holdin’ nothin’ back; he let ’em have it all.
When tommy left the barroom not a gatlin boy was standin’.
He said, this one’s for becky, as he watched the last one fall.
And I heard him say,

I promised you, dad, not to do the things you done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don’t think I’m weak, I didn’t turn the other cheek,
And papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when you’re a man.

Ev’ryone considered him the coward of the county.

[Dusty78DK]

Tori Amos er en tøs, der kan skrive fede sangtekster - rent ud sagt en kvinde med nosser. 


Et udpluk af gyldne øjeblikke:


"So you can make me come, that doesn't make you Jesus"
(Fra "Precious Things")


"Can't forget the things you never said"
&
"He likes killing you after you died"
&
"I've shaved every place you have been"
(Fra "Blood Roses")


"I've got enough guilt to start my own religion"
(fra "Crucify")


"If I die today, I'll be the happy phantom"
(fra "Happy Phantom")


"Girls, you've got to know when it's time to turn the page
When you're only wet because of the rain"
(Fra "Northern Lad")


"Father Lucifer, you never looked so sane"
(fra "Father Lucifer")


Hun er syret og ikke bange for at kalde en spade for en spade

[arsenalistic]

Johnny Cash - Hurt

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

[Dusty78DK]

Nick Cave - HALLELUJAH


On the first day of May I took to the road
I`d been staring out the window most of the morning
I`d watched the rain claw at the glass
And a vicious wind blew hard and fast
I should have taken it as a warning
As a warning As a warning
As a warning
 
I`d given my nurse the weekend off
My meals were ill prepared
My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb
And my piano crouched in the corner of my room
With all its teeth bared
All its teeth bared All its teeth bared
All its teeth bared.
 
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah
 
I left my house without my coat
Something my nurse would not have allowed
And I took the small roads out of town
And I passed a cow and the cow was brown
And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud
Like a shroud Like a shroud
Like a shroud
 
There rose before me a little house
With all hope and dreams kept within
A woman`s voice close to my ear
Said, "Why don`t you come in here?"
"You looked soaked to the skin"
Soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin
Soaked to the skin
 
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah
 
I turned to the woman and the woman was young
I extended a hearty salutation
But I knew if my nurse had been here
She would never in a thousand years
Permit me to accept that invitation
Invitation That invitation
That invitation
 
Now, you might think it wise to risk it all
Throw caution to the reckless wind
But with her hot cocoa and her medication
My nurse had been my one salvation
So I turned back home
I turned back home I turned back home
Singing my song
 
Hallelujah
The tears are welling in my eyes again
Hallelujah
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Hallelujah
And twenty pretty girls to carry
them down
Hallelujah
And twenty deep holes to bury them in
Hallelujah
The tears are welling in my eyes again
Hallelujah
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Hallelujah
And twenty pretty girls to carry them down
Hallelujah
And twenty deep holes to bury them in

[MeeLo]

Troo.L.S og Orgi-E  - Ulven Kommer

1. Vers
ka’ ting forsvinde, bare fordi at du vender dig væk
har du en knap du ka’ tryk på når det ikk’ længere er fedt
hva’ hvis sandheden ikk’ lige er den som du kender og hvis
du ikk’ er parat hva så?.. gælder den så ikk’
og nu spør’ du sikkert hvor fa’en at jeg vil hen med det pis,
men hey jeg ved sgu at der folk som der kun tænker så lidt
for problemerne, ja ja de ska’ bare stoppes lidt væk
og det er o's så let når virkeligheden den kommer for tæt
for vi har ikk ghetto'er, "det bare et sted hvor mange mennesker bor"
og desuden er det jo ikk’ dansk men et amerikansk ord
ha, ja ja kald det hva’ i vil, hvis det det der ska til,
for den her "uden-om-snak" ja den hjælper ikk’ til
men i har ikk’ bare et ansvar, næ det jer der har magten
og den blir brugt som en stor reklame for 4 år mer i dragten
og hvis ikk’ så vis mig jeres vinderer, på den succes i spinder
for det svært at se på når et yndigt land forfalder indefra
for ulven kommer..

Omk x 2.
Så luk blot dine øjne hvis du tror det vil hjælp'
vend dig den anden vej og tro det vil hjælp'
for når vi er på røven så gælder det os dig
- og så når du ikk' at se ulven den kommer

2. Vers
jeg ved hvordan du har det og det klart at du forsvare det,
men la’ mig starte med at forklare det, jeg vil ikk’ narre dig bare snakke
og hvorfa´n ska jeg starte ey’yo det tar kun et par mi-
nutter og jeg' glad hvis du bare har mig det kvarte
for man siger man ska’ være ærlig og det rart men forklar lige
hvorfor fanden at sandheden ikke er den samme for de sarte
for det gør sgu ærligtalt de ærlige taler til de trætte
af at høre på vi burde vide ikk’ alle er lige parate
for sandheden den ska være simpel, ikk for grim og ikk om en selv
hellere vær uviden yo ingen har ondt af det som ingen ved
"os selv om det' for evigt" ja, så er det fint med os
hvem her ville ikk hellere skride istedet for at blive og slås
men det river i os, for som sagt vi ved det godt
men så længe det kun er samvittigheden vi ska leve med så
ska vi nok klare det, så længe vi går fra det
for når hele lortet rådner op er vi for længst bort fra det
men ulven kommer..

Omk x 2.

3. Vers
man fristes til at spørge hvor henne det vil ende,
den dag vi er glemt, det her er jo kun begyndelsen til enden
ingen gang gud ka forstå, han ka højst prøve på
med den fart vi rykker på, med alt det vi prøver at nå
vi leger vi' ham, jonglere med atomer og celler
slår ihjel, alt imens at vi kloner os selv og
det sælger, både et skydevåben og et nyt liv,
regeringen er blevet Robin Hood men vi er blevet skydeskive
for det' os der er endt li’som hamsteren i bur
med skyklapperne på i en samlebånds-kultur
og det farligt, prøv og tænk, vand har altid været gratis,
før at vi kom og lavede fuckin paradis, til en sparegris
så jeg søger ly for syreregn og terror, og kaos
og padehatte-skyer der vil ta' os
men lige meget hvor jeg vender mig hen får jeg smidt det i hoved
uskyldige som ikk længere kan genkendes for blod
og så er det famne svært at få øje på fred
iblandt alt den skade had og vrede ka efterlade
så jeg lukker mine øjne for der ikk' plads til mer
det min indre værdiger siger er ikk hvad jeg ser
behøves det virkeligt at være her for at skabe balance
kan man ikk føle sig tryk hvis ikk man kan mærke man er bange
man undskylder krigen med at man føler sig truet
men uden krig ville vi slet ikk være så truet tværtimod
men bliv i bare ved hvis i tror det vil hjælpe noget
for jorden er sku ligeglad den styrer selv tempoet
la os bare bli' ved hvis vi tror det vil hjælpe noget
for jorden er sku ligeglad det er sku os vi ska tænke på når ulven kommer...

Omk x 3.

[arsenalistic]

Skrevet af: Roger Bowling & Billy Edd Wheeler.

Melodi: Coward of The County.

Virkelig en fed tekst, den rører

[Bademesteren]

Virkelig en fed tekst, den rører

Ja, den giver lidt til tænkeren...

[Hawkins]

Uncle Cracker - Follow Me

You don't know how you met me
You don't know why, you can't turn around and say good-bye
All you know is when I'm with you I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singing....

Follow me
Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me

I'm not worried 'bout the ring you wear
Cause as long as no one knows
Then nobody can care
Your feelin' guilty
And I'm well aware
But you don't look ashamed
And baby I'm not scared
I'm singing...

Follow me
Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me

Solo

Won't give you money
I can't give you the sky
You're better off if you don't ask why
I'm not the reason that you go astray and
We'll be alright if you don't ask me to stay


I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me

You don't know how you met me
You don't know why, you can't turn around and say good-bye
All you know is when I'm with you I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singing....

Follow me
Everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you want to leave
I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
I'm singing
X3

[kauster]

Blink 182 - Adams song

I never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest, who'd have known?
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all

I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine, I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside

The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over, we'd survived
I couldn't wait 'til I got home
To pass the time in my room alone

I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months, I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never step foot in my room again

You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside

The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over, we'd survived
I couldn't wait 'til I got home
To pass the time in my room alone

I never conquered, rarely came
Tomorrow holds such better days
Days when I can still feel alive
When I can't wait to get outside

The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I've survived
I can't wait 'til I get home
To pass the time in my room alone

[Bademesteren]

Faldt lige over en analyse af teksten på én af de fedeste klassikere..

Der er tale om Don McLeans American Pie...

Først får i lige hele teksten, derefter et link til selve analysen, der klart er værd at læse!


A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile and I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while but February made me shiver with every paper I delivered, bad news on the door step, I couldn't take one more step, I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride but something touched me deep inside, the day, the music, died. So...

CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so, and do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him cuz I saw you dancin in the gym you both kicked off your shoes and I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck with a pink carnation and a pick up truck but I knew I was out of luck, the day, the music, died. I started singin...

Chorus

Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rollin stone but that's not how it used to be, when the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me, oh and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown the courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned, and while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges in the dark, the day, the music, died. We were singin...

Chorus

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin fast, its the land that falled on the grass the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast, now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching tune we all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance oh as the players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield do you recall what was revealed, the day, the music, died. We started singin...

Chorus

Oh and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again, so come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick because fire is the devils only friend, oh and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clinched in fists of rage, no angel born in hell could break that satan's spell and as the planes climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial right I saw satan laughing with delight, the day, the music, died. He was singin...

Chorus

I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned away, I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before but the man there said the music wouldn't play and in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken and the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the day, the music, died, and they were singin...

Chorus

They were singin... Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die.

Analysen:

American Pie is rumored to be based on the name of the plane (A Beechcraft Bonanza, Number N3794P) in which Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens were killed. It is said that the song is a tribute to Buddy Holly and commentary on how rock and roll has changed in the years since his death. Ironically, according to McLean, the song is not about Buddy Holly but was dedicated to him. The following will provide a unique look at the meaning of the lyrics Don McLean wrote over 20 years ago. Some of the interpretations are accurate, some are outlandish. Some say, this song is a history of Rock n' Roll.

Håber I giver jer tid til at læse den!

[Ramos 4]

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