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« Svar #105: 13 Okt 2006, 11:14 »



Det er jo en god klassiker fra da far var dreng      Thumbs Up

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« Svar #106: 13 Okt 2006, 20:35 »

PETER GABRIEL - DIGGING IN THE DIRT


Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it's getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Can't go on like this too long

{Chorus:}
This time you've gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time you've gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]

Don't talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Don't say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Don't turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt

The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, that's the place it goes

[Chorus]

I'm digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt

Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt

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« Svar #107: 13 Okt 2006, 20:38 »

Livet er langt!

Livet er langt,
lykken er kort.
Meld dig aldrig ind i GF Support.
Lå, lå, låååh, lå lååh!
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« Svar #108: 13 Okt 2006, 20:39 »

Livet er langt!

Livet er langt,
lykken er kort.
Meld dig aldrig ind i GF Support.
Lå, lå, låååh, lå lååh!

Et vaske ægte børnehaveindlæg...
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« Svar #109: 13 Okt 2006, 20:40 »

Heeh
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« Svar #110: 13 Okt 2006, 23:59 »

Depeche Mode - Nothing's impossible

Just give me a reason, some kind of sign
I’ll need a miracle to help me this time
I heard what you said and I feel the same
I know in my heart that I’ll have to change

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing’s impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothing’s impossible

How did we get to be this far apart?
How did we get to be this far apart?
I want to be with you, have something to share
I want to be here I'm not There

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing’s impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothing’s impossible

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing’s impossible
If you believe in love at first sight
Nothing’s impossible

I still believe in love at first sight
Nothing’s impossible
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« Svar #111: 14 Okt 2006, 00:15 »

Fedt emne. Mange sange, som jeg kun kan være enige i. Specielt Cats in the cradle, Te Queiro Puta! og Hurt.

Her kommer et par stykker af mine favoritter:

Kunstner: Guns N' Roses
Sang: Don't Cry
Forfatter: Stradlin'/Rose

Talk to me softly
There's something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been here before
Somethin's changin' inside you
And don't you know

Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
there's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight

Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinking of you
And the times we had... baby

Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
there's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight

And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby

And don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
there's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight





Kunstner: Rammstein
Sang: Mein Teil

„Suche gut gebauten 18-30jährigen zum Schlachten“
Der Metzgermeister

Heute treff' ich einen Herrn
Der hat mich zum Fressen gern
Weiche Teile und auch harte
stehen auf der Speisekarte

Denn du bist was du isst
und ihr wisst was es ist

Es ist mein Teil – nein
Mein Teil – nein
Da das ist mein Teil – nein
Mein Teil – nein

Die stumpfe Klinge gut und recht
Ich blute stark und mir ist schlecht
Muss ich auch mit der Ohnmacht kämpfen
ich esse weiter unter Krämpfen

Ist doch so gut gewürzt
und so schön flambiert
und so liebevoll auf Porzellan serviert
Dazu ein guter Wein
und zarter Kerzenschein
Ja da lass ich mir Zeit
Etwas Kultur muss sein

Denn du bist was du isst
Und ihr wisst was es ist

Es ist mein Teil – nein
Mein Teil – nein
Denn das ist mein Teil – nein
Yes it's mein Teil – nein

Ein Schrei wird zum Himmel fahren
Schneidet sich durch Engelsscharen
Vom Wolkendach fällt Federfleisch
auf meine Kindheit mit Gekreisch


Dansk oversættelse:

Mein Teil (Min del (1))

„Søger en godt bygget 18 til 30årig til at blive slagtet"
Mesterslagteren (2)

I dag møder jeg en herre
Han vil gerne have mig til middag
Bløde dele og også hårde (3)
Står på menuen

For du er hvem du spiser (4)
Og du ved hvad det er

Det er mit stykke - nej
Mit stykke - nej
Det der er mit stykke - nej
Mit stykke - nej

Det døve blad, godt og rigtigt
Jeg bløder kraftigt og jeg har det skidt
Må jeg også kæmpe med bevidstheden
Jeg spiser videre med kramper

Det er jo så godt krydret
Og så lækkert flamberet
Og flot serveret på porcelæn
Dertil en god vin
Og dæmpet stearinlys
Ja der tager jeg mig god tid
Det skal være en smule kulturelt

For du er hvem du spiser
Og du ved hvad det er

Det er mit stykke - nej
Mit stykke - nej
Det der er mit stykke - nej
Mit stykke - nej

Et skrig vil fare til himmels
Skære sig gennem engleskarer
Fra himlen falder fjer-kød
På min barndom med skrig


Noter:

1)
"Teil" betyder "del" eller "stykke", men er også slang for penis.

2)
Dette citat fra Armin Meiwes, som var kannibalen fra Tyskland, som fandt et villigt offer på internettet, findes kun i singleversionen. Offeret hed Brandes og han ønskede at hans penis blev skåret af, så han og "slagteren" kunne spise den sammen. Derefter dræbte og åd slagteren Brandes, hvilket han nu retsforfølges for.

3)
"Weiche Teile" betyder "bløde dele" - eller de ædlere dele.

4)
...eller "Du bli'r hvad du spiser", men også et ordspil med, at man er hvad man er - med lidt god vilje.
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« Svar #112: 27 Okt 2006, 09:26 »

D.A.D - Sleeping My Day Away
 
Mumbling goodmorning & raising my head
A bad breath kiss to my pillow pet
I take a look at the day turns & stay in bed
Open my eyes when the day have died
I turned the world and I slept allright
Now my daymare is over I zip my jeans tight
Oh lord won't you bless this night...

From the pale lips of a youth who lay
I'm sleeping my day away
And when the night comes to the city I say:
I'm sleeping my day away
Yeah! With my pale lips in the pillow I say:
I'm sleeping my day away
After dark is the game I play
I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day away

When my dreams begin I'd be proud to be letting you in
With a smile on my face I guide our dreamboat in
So if you wanna travel along with me
You better sleep tight the rest of the day
You see I could be a sleeper it's not rest I lack
'Coz I hit the sack when the suns coming back

From the pale lips of a youth who lay
I'm sleeping my day away
And when the night comes to the city I say:
I'm sleeping my day away
Yeah! With my pale lips in the pillow I say:
I'm sleeping my day away
That after dark - is the game I play
I'm sleeping my day, I'm sleeping my day, I'm sleeping my day
I'm sleeping my day away
I'm sleeping my day away
Yeah! Now I've turned the world around yeah! I did it again
I'm sleeping my day away
And now I have to wear my shades down sleepers lane
I'm sleeping my day away
Yeah! All the good people have gone to bed again
I'm sleeping my day away
'Coz the devil's at work inside my brain
I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day away
I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day away away...

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« Svar #113: 27 Okt 2006, 14:55 »

D.A.D - Sleeping My Day Away

Gude sang!

-----------------------------------

Jimmie Hendrix

"Hey Joe"

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Alright. I'm goin down to shoot my old lady,
you know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.
Yeah,! I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady,
you know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.


Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down,
you shot her down.
Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot you old lady down,
you shot her down to the ground. Yeah!

Yes, I did, I shot her,
you know I caught her messin' 'round,
messin' 'round town.
Uh, yes I did, I shot her
you know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town.
And I gave her the gun and I shot her!


Hey Joe, said now,
(Hey)
uh, where you gonna run to now, where you gonna run to?
Yeah.
(where you gonna go?)
Hey Joe, I said,
(Hey)
where you goin' to run
to now, where you, where you gonna go?
 (Joe!)
Well, dig it!
I'm goin' way down south, way down south,
(Hey)
way down south to Mexico way! Alright!
(Joe)
I'm goin' way down south,
(Hey, Joe)
way down where I can be free!
(where you gonna...)
Ain't no one gonna find me babe!
(...go?)
Ain't no hangman gonna,
(Hey, Joe)
he ain't gonna put a rope around me!
(Joe where you gonna..)
You better belive it right now!
(...go?)
I gotta go now!
Hey, hey, hey Joe,
(Hey Joe)
you better run on down!
(where you gonna...)
Goodbye everybody. Ow!
(...go?)
Hey, hey Joe, what'd I say,
(Hey................ .......Joe)
run on down.
(where you gonna go?)

Heh. Den er sku for grinner...





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« Svar #114: 13 Nov 2006, 21:43 »

Bob Dylan - It Ain't me babe



Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.


Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.


Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

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« Svar #115: 14 Nov 2006, 21:45 »

Rammstein - Der Meister

Lauft!

Weil der Meister uns gesandt
verkünden wir den Untergang
der Reiter der Boshaftigkeit
füttert sein Geschwür aus Neid

Die Wahrheit ist wie ein Gewitter
es kommt zu dir du kannst es hören
es kund zu tun ist ach so bitter
es kommt zu dir um zu zerstören

Weil die Nacht im Sterben lag
verkünden wir den jüngsten Tag
es wird kein Erbarmen geben
lauft, lauft um euer Leben

Die Wahrheit ist ein Chor aus Wind
kein Engel kommt um euch zu rächen
diese Tage eure letzten sind
wie Stäbchen wird es euch zerbrechen

Es kommt zu euch als das Verderben

Die Wahrheit ist ein Chor aus Wind
kein Engel kommt um euch zu rächen
diese Tage eure letzten sind
wie Stäbchen wird es euch zerbrechen

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« Svar #116: 18 Nov 2006, 23:03 »

{Akon}
{Convict}
(Yeah, SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who's back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the streets}

[Chorus: Akon]
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mindstate of the mobster
See a n**** pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
Anything you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you
Just don't whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't Face you, yeah

[Obie Trice]
It's risky, the b**** tend to rise out a n****
It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homie say he lay it down for the boy
Brought game squad around ours
How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws
Only foniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's
Now we see through him like X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war
Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho
No ex and oh's, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest
Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's
Recondences when we peep enemies on us
Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors
That ain't got s*** to do with the tea in China
We gon keep the grind up til death come find us
Meanwhile in them European whips reclined up
It's an eye for an eye for the riders
We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors
Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
Who woulda known he would fold and cower
Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds
So no exs and ohs, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell
Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me
Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually
No penitentary, there will be no climacy
You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century
These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on em
Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living
This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
Forbidden to send a n**** to prison if you been in it
Along with em and then snitch and become hidden
So it's no exs and ohs, techs calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
You rat bastard
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« Svar #117: 18 Nov 2006, 23:05 »

Chamillionaire er bare for fed

Ridin dirty

They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a nooche, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known
Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on

[Chorus 2x]
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« Svar #118: 19 Nov 2006, 14:02 »

Vi må heller lige have Bloody Sunday med.

I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...

Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)

Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...

Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...
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« Svar #119: 24 Nov 2006, 15:38 »

Fort Minor - Where'd You Go




(Chorus:)
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone
Please
Come back home
(Intro:)
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever
that you've been gone
(Verse 1:)
She said somedays I feel like shit
Somedays I wanna quit
and just be normal for a bit
I don't understand why you have to always be gone
I get along but your trips always feel so long
And I find myself trying to stay by the phone
Because your voice always helps to not feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call
And when I pick up I don't have much to say,
so I want you to know it's a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating
Telling you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing
(Chorus)
(Verse 1:)
You know, the place where you used to live
Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs
Used to have a little party every halloween
with candy by the pile but now
you only stop by every once in a while
Shit
I find myself just filling my time
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind
I'm doing fine
I plan to keep it that way
You can call me if you find that you have something to say
And I'll tell you
I want you to know it's a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating
Telling you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing
(Chorus)
(Verse 3:)
I want you to know it's a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, no longer debating
Tired of sitting and hating and making these excuses
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless
It seems one thing has been true all along
You don't really know what you've got till its gone
I guess I've had it with you and your career
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it

Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Please come back home[x5]


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