Fine sangtekster

[Boffen]

FZ.

50% rett.

Er ikke dette en versjon av den "sofa-sangen" fra en av YCDTOSAM utgivelsene? Firer'n kanskje?

Det er Ya Hozna fra Them or Us, teksten der er spilt inn baklengs. Dette er teksten 'dekodet' dvs spilt baklengs på dataen'.
Den er altså totalt uforståelig ved normal avspilling av låta....

 

[pedal]

FZ.

50% rett.

Er ikke dette en versjon av den "sofa-sangen" fra en av YCDTOSAM utgivelsene? Firer'n kanskje?

Det er Ya Hozna fra Them or Us, teksten der er spilt inn baklengs. Dette er teksten 'dekodet' dvs spilt baklengs på dataen'.
Den er altså totalt uforståelig ved normal avspilling av låta....

He-he. Lurifaksen.

 

[ottone]

Fra Frank til Wolfgang:

Leck mich im Arsch!
Goethe, Goethe!
Götz von Berlichingen! Zweiter Akt;
Die Szene kennt ihr ja!
Rufen wir nur ganz summarisch:
Hier wird Mozart literarisch!

Eller:

Leck mich im A… g'schwindi, g'schwindi!
Leck im A… mich g'schwindi.
Leck mich, leck mich,
g'schwindi
etc. etc. etc.

For litt oppbyggelig bakgrunnsstoff se her.

Finkulturen overlever.

 

[Boffen]

By Paul McCartney and Linda McCartney

BIP BOP

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Take your bottom dollar
Put it in your hand

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Hide your hide your hang back
Underneath the stand

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Hide your hide your hang back
Underneath the stand

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Put your hair in curlers
We're gonna see a band

Wip wop, wip man bop
Wip bop, bim on band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Take your bottom dollar
Put it in your hand

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Treat me like a good boy
Treat me like a man

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Hide your hide your hang back
Underneath the stand

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Put your hair in curlers
We're gonna see a band

Wip bop, wip bop bop
Wip bop, wip bop band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Take your bottom dollar
Put it in your hand

Bip bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop bip bop band

Take me hair and curlers
But treat me like a man

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Take me hair and curlers
But treat me like a man

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

 

[OAlex]

På månen bor en liten mann, en liten mann, en liten mann.
På månen bor en liten mann,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

Han spiller på en øse, en øse, en øse.
Han spiller på en øse,
og han heter Åkken Bom

Hans hatt den er av bløtkake, av bløtkake, av bløtkake.
Hans hatt den er av bløtkake,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

Han spiller på en øse, en øse, en øse.
Han spiller på en øse,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

Hans jakke er av kjøttkaker, av kjøttkaker, av kjøttkaker.
Hans jakke er av kjøttkaker,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

Han spiller på en øse, en øse, en øse.
Han spiller på en øse,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

Og knappen er av rundstykker, av rundstykker, av rundtstykker.
Og knappen er av rundstykker,
og han heter Åkken Bom

Han spiller på en øse, en øse, en øse.
Han spiller på en øse,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

Og vesten er av knekkebrød, av knekkebrød, av knekkebrød.
Og vesten er av knekkebrød,
og han heter Åkken Bom

Han spiller på en øse, en øse, en øse.
Han spiller på en øse,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

Og buksa er av kreppapir, av kreppapir, av kreppapir.
Og buksa er av kreppapir,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

Han spiller på en øse, en øse, en øse.
Han spiller på en øse,
og han heter Åkken Bom.

 

[Proffen]

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone!

Hear hear, now we`re talking.... ;D

YNWA!

mvh
Proffen

 

[rama]

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah]

I think I did it again.I made you believe
We're more than just friends.
Oh, baby;
It might seem like a crush,
But it doesn't mean
That I'm serious.
'Cause to lose all my senses...
That is just so typically me.
Oh, baby; baby.

Oops!
... I did it again.
I played with your heart.
Got lost in the game.
Oh, baby; baby.
Oops!
... You think I'm in love.
That I'm sent from above...
I'm not that innocent.

You see my problem is this:
I'm dreaming away;
Wishing that heroes, they truly exist.
I cry watching the days.
Can't you see I'm a fool
In so many ways?
But to lose all my senses...
That is just so typically me.
Baby, oh.

Oops!
... I did it again.
I played with your heart.
Got lost in the game.
Oh, baby; baby.
Oops!
... You think I'm in love.
That I'm sent from above...
I'm not that innocent.

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah]

"All aboard!"
"Britney, before you go, there's something I want you to have."
"Oh, it's beautiful! But wait a minute, isn't this... ?"
"Yeah, yes, it is."
"But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end..."
"Well, baby, I went down and got it for ya."
"Aw, you shouldn't have."

Oops! I
Did it again to your heart.
Got lost
In this game; oh, baby.
Oops! You
Think that I'm sent from above...
I'm not that innocent.

Oops!
... I did it again.
I played with your heart.
Got lost in the game.
Oh, baby; baby.
Oops!
... You think I'm in love.
That I'm sent from above...
I'm not that innocent.

Oops!
... I did it again.
I played with your heart.
Got lost in the game.
Oh, baby; baby.
Oops!
... You think I'm in love.
That I'm sent from above...
I'm not that innocent.

 

[Bjørn.H]

In My Secret Life, Leonard Cohen

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong.
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

 

[rama]

Aw, aw baby, yeah
Ooh yea, huh, listen to this

Spy on me, baby, use satellite
Infrared to see me move through the night
Aim gonna fire shoot me right
Aim gonna like the way you fight
And I love the way you fight

Now you found the secret code
I use to wash away my lonely blues well
So I can't deny or lie 'cause you're the only one
Who can make me fly

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb uh, huh
You can give it to me when I need to come along, give it to me
Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb
And baby, you can turn me on, baby, you can turn me on
You know what you're doing to me, don't you?
Ha ha, I know you do

No, don't get me wrong, ain't gonna do you no harm, no
This bombs made for lovin' and you can shoot it far
I'm your main target, come and help me ignite ow
Love struck holding you tight hold me tight darlin'

Make me explode although you know
The route to go to sex me slow, slow, baby
And yes, I must react to claims of those
Who say that you are not all that huh, huh, huh

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb
You can give it to me when I need to come along
Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb
And baby, you can turn me on turn me on, darlin'

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb, sex bomb
You can give it to me when I need to come along
Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb
And baby, you can turn me on

You can give me more and more counting up the score, yeah
You can turn me upside down, inside out
You can make me feel the real deal, uh, uh
I can give it to you any time because you're mine
Ouch, sex bomb, aw baby

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb
And you can give it to me
When I need to be turned on, no, no

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb
And baby, you can turn me on, turn me on
And baby, you can turn me on, turn me on
Baby, you can turn me on, turn me on

Ooh baby, you can turn me on, turn me on
Baby, you can turn me on, oh
Baby, you can turn me on, oh
Baby, you can turn me on
Well baby, you can turn me on

 

[Valentino]

Minimalisme fra No. 5 Document:

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

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

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

 

[Townes]

By Paul McCartney and Linda McCartney

BIP BOP

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Take your bottom dollar
Put it in your hand

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Hide your hide your hang back
Underneath the stand

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Hide your hide your hang back
Underneath the stand

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Put your hair in curlers
We're gonna see a band

Wip wop, wip man bop
Wip bop, bim on band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Take your bottom dollar
Put it in your hand

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Treat me like a good boy
Treat me like a man

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Hide your hide your hang back
Underneath the stand

Wip wop, wip man wop
Wip wop, wip man wham

Put your hair in curlers
We're gonna see a band

Wip bop, wip bop bop
Wip bop, wip bop band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Take your bottom dollar
Put it in your hand

Bip bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop bip bop band

Take me hair and curlers
But treat me like a man

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Take me hair and curlers
But treat me like a man

Bip bop, bip bop bop
Bip bop, bip bop band

Like bra som Neil Young's T-bone fra Re*actor (kanskje nevnt her før?):

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
No T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone

Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Got mashed potatoes
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone
Ain't got no T-Bone

 

[rama]

volare, ooho!
cantare, ohohohoh!
nel blu dipinto di blu
felice di stare lássu

for en tekst, dere!
voldtektsflamenco er undervudert, imho.

 

[R.S.]

Her kan det bare gå en vei.

Roy Buchanan "Drowning on dry land" :


I'm going down. My nose is in the sand
I'm going down, down, baby. My nose is in the sand
A cloud of dust just came over me
And I think I'm drowning on dry land.

You know, my father told me, son don't rush to be a man
You know, my father told me, son don't you rush to be a man
But I went ahead on, and now I think I'm drowning on dry land.

You know my mother told me the story
About that li'l dog that couldn't see too well
He was crossing a railroad track one day
When the train cut off a part of his tail
He turned around but never looked up
Just to peep over the rail
And she said he lost his whole head
Trying to find a little piece of tail

That's why I'm going down. My nose is in the sand
A could of dust just came over me
And now I think I'm drowning on dry land.

 

[Kaare G. Opsahl]

The Who - Won't Get Fooled Again

We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again

Change it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fall that's all
But the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie

Do ya?


There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

 

[OAlex]

volare, ooho!
cantare, ohohohoh!
nel blu dipinto di blu
felice di stare lássu

for en tekst, dere!
voldtektsflamenco er undervudert, imho.

En grusom sang, men jeg ser ikke linken til voldtekt. Googleoversettelse av teksten:
fly ooho!
sing ohohohoh!
den blå malte blå
glad for å være der oppe


Mvh Ola

 

[Sleiven]

En vemodig og i steminingsfremkallende sangtekst. Rett og slett vakker...kunne fått meg til å begynne med diktanalyse... Dere veit godt hvem det er men har kanskje ikke lagt merke til teksten før?


Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one at a time
And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline

Near misses on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darkened doorways
A foghorn blowing out wild and cold
A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder

Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night
Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm

She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go
When she's walking by the river and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline

Sleiven

 

[room]

Denne har en helt spesiel Betydning!


Kom nå og sett deg
Eller kom og legg deg
Kom la meg få føle deg igjen
Kom nå og hold meg
Bare hold litt rundt meg
Kan vi si vi starter herfra, min venn

Vi har vært ute i universet
Som to satelitter på hver vår vei
Men heldigvis så har vi landa
Og du rett i nærheten av meg

Sånne som oss, vi har bruk for en kjærste
Og den kjærsten har jeg tenkt sku være deg
Så sett deg ned, det er jo rett før vi er der
Som to stifinnere på rett vei

Ja, vi har jo hverandre
Det er ingen andre
Og det vi drømte om, det er det som skulle til
Det er ingen som diskuterer
Ingen som utleverer
Hverandre, og aller minst seg sjøl

Vi er erfaringene rikere
Og gjelda er sanert for en stund
Men likegyldig hva jeg sier
Så er det bare ord som kommer ut av min munn

Sånne som oss, vi har bruk for en kjærste
Og den kjærsten har jeg tenkt sku være deg
Så sett deg ned, det er jo rett før vi er der
Som to stifinnere på rett vei

Vi er erfaringene rikere
Og gjelda er sanert for en stund

Sånne som oss, vi har bruk for en kjærste
Og den kjærsten har jeg tenkt sku være deg
Så sett deg ned, er jo rett før vi er der
Som to stifinnere på rett vei

Vi har bruk for en kjærste
Og den kjærsten har jeg tenkt sku være deg
Sett deg ned, er jo rett før vi er der
Som to stifinnere på rett vei

 

[Norlenning]

(Lennon/McCartney)

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round
Look around round round
Look around

Dear Prudence, let me see you smile
Dear Prudence, like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence, won't you let me see you smile?

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

mvh Filip

 

[Norlenning]

(Lennon/McCartney)

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

Down
I need a fix cos I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cos I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (Oo-oo oh yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (Oo-oo oh yeah)
I know no one can do me no harm (Oo-oo oh yeah)
Because happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Well, don't you know happiness is a warm gun, mama? (Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)


denne passa kanskje bedre i denne tråden

mvh Filip

 

[OAlex]

Oj! Er Happiness.. en Lennon/McCartney-sang? Breeders har den med på Pod. Jeg trodde den var deres.

Jaja.

Mvh Ola

 

[Panama Red]

5 6 7 8 Woo Hoo

Woo hoo woo hoo hoo....yeah

Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo

Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo

Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo

Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo

Oh, yeah

Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo

Eller hva med S.O.D
The Ballad of Jimi Hendrix

He's dead.

 

[gismo]

By Your Side from Sade


You think I'd leave your side baby?
You know me better than that
You think I'd leave down when your down on your knees?
I wouldn't do that

I'll do you right when your wrong
I-----ohhh, ohhh

If only you could see into me

oh, when your cold
I'll be there to hold you tight to me
When your on the outside baby and you can't get in
I will show you, your so much better than you know
When your lost, when your alone and you can't get back again
I will find you darling I'll bring you home

If you want to cry
I am here to dry your eyes
and in no time you'll be fine

You think I'd leave your side baby
You know me better than that
You think I'd leave you down when your down on your knees
I wouldn't do that

I'll do you right when your wrong
I-----I, ohhhh, ohhh

If only you could see into me

Oh when your cold
I'll be there
To hold you tight to me
Oh when your alone
I'll be there by your side baby


Spiller denne ofte til kona

gismo

 

[Norlenning]

Oj! Er Happiness.. en Lennon/McCartney-sang? Breeders har den med på Pod. Jeg trodde den var deres.

Jaja.

Mvh Ola

Ok,takk for opplysningen selv Begge låtene fins på White Album

mvh Filip

 

[quad]

Endnu en perle fra mr.Young.


Tried to save the trees
Bought a platsic bag
The bottom fell out
It was a piece of crap

Saw it on the tube
Bought it on the phone
Now you're home alone
It's a piece of crap

I tried to plug in it
I tried to turn it on
When I got it home
It was a piece of crap

Got it from a friend
On him you can depend
I found out in the end
It was a piece of crap

I'm trying to save the trees
I saw it on TV
They cut the forest down
To build a piece of crap

I went back to the store
They gave me four more
The guy told me at the door
It's a piece of crap

8)

 

[Panama Red]

Blir alltid rørt når jeg hører denne. Heltedyrking kan noe ganger gå for langt.....

Richard Thompson Galway to Graceland

Oh she dressed in the dark
And she whispered amen
She was pretty in pink
Like a young girl again
Twenty years married
And she never thought twice
She sneaked out the door
And walked into the night
And silver wings carried her
Over the sea
From the west coast of Ireland
To West Tennessee
To be with her sweetheart,
Oh she left everything
From Galway to Graceland to be with the king

She was humming Suspicion,
That's the song she liked best
She had Elvis I Love You
Tattooed on her breast
When they landed in Memphis,
Well, her heart beat so fast
She'd dreamed for so long,
Now she'd see him at last
She was down by his graveside
Day after day
Come closing time they
Would pull her away
Ah to be with her sweetheart,
Oh she'd left everything
From Galway to Graceland to be with the king

Ah, they came in their thousands
From the whole human race
To pay their respects
At his last resting place
But blindly she knelt there
And she told him her dreams
And she thought that he answered
Or that's how it seems
Then they dragged her away
It was handcuffs this time
She said "my good man are you out of your mind?"
Don't you know that we're married?
See, I'm wearing his ring.
From Galway to Graceland to be with the king.
I come From Galway to Graceland to be with the king.

Her med Salmon's Leap

 

[Kaare G. Opsahl]

The Who - Pictures of Lily

I used to wake up in the morning
I used to feel so bad
I got so sick of having sleepless nights
I went and told my dad

He said, "Son now here's some little something"
And stuck them on my wall
And now my nights ain't quite so lonely
In fact I, I don't feel bad at all

Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night
Pitcures of Lily solved my childhood problems
Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright

Pictures of Lily
Lily, oh Lily
Lily, oh Lily
Pictures of Lily

And then one day things weren't quite so fine
I fell in love with Lily
I asked my dad where Lily I could find
He said, "Son, now don't be silly"

"She's been dead since 1929"
Oh, how I cried that night
If only I'd been born in Lily's time
It would have been alright

Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night

For me and Lily are together in my dreams
And I ask you, "Hey mister, have you ever seen"
"Pictures of Lily?"

 

[Hawkwally]

Sympathy For The Devil
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Yo!..... Yo!...... Yo!

Woo Good!....

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around at St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a-time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, ah yeah

(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens (whoo whoo)
Fought for ten decades (whoo whoo)
For the gods they made (whoo whoo)

I shouted out, (whoo whoo)
"Who killed the Kennedys?" (whoo whoo)
When after all (whoo whoo)
It was you and me (whoo whoo)

Let me please introduce myself (whoo whoo)
I'm a man of wealth and taste (whoo whoo)
And I laid traps for troubadours (whoo whoo)
Who get killed before they reached Bombay (whoo whoo, whoo whoo)

Pleased to meet you (whoo whoo)
Hope you guessed my name, (whoo whoo) oh yeah (whoo whoo)
But what's puzzling you (whoo whoo)
Is the nature of my game(whoo whoo), oh yeah, get down, baby (whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo) ..........

Pleased to meet you (whoo whoo)
Hope you guessed my name, (whoo whoo) oh yeah (whoo whoo)
But what's confusing you (whoo whoo)
Is just the nature of my game (whoo whoo) um yeah (whoo whoo)

Just as every cop is a criminal (whoo whoo)
And all the sinners saints (whoo whoo)
As heads is tails (whoo whoo)
Just call me Lucifer (whoo whoo)
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint (whoo whoo)

So if you meet me (whoo whoo)
Have some courtesy (whoo whoo)
Have some sympathy, (whoo whoo) and some taste (whoo whoo)
Use all your well-learned politesse (whoo whoo)
Or I'll lay your(whoo whoo) soul to waste,(whoo whoo), um yeah (whoo whoo)

Pleased to meet you (whoo whoo)
Hope you guessed my name, (whoo whoo) um yeah (whoo, whoo)
But what's puzzling you (whoo whoo)
Is the nature of my game, (whoo whoo) um mean it, (whoo whoo) get down
(whoo whoo) (whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo) (whoo whoo)

Woo, who (whoo whoo)
Oh yeah, get on down (whoo whoo)
Oh yeah (whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)........

Oh yeah! (whoo, whoo)
Tell me baby,(whoo whoo) what's my name(whoo whoo)
Tell me honey,(whoo whoo) can ya guess my name (whoo whoo)
Tell me baby, (whoo whoo) what's my name (whoo whoo)
I tell you one time, (whoo whoo) you're to blame (whoo whoo)

Woo Who (whoo whoo)
Woo Who (whoo whoo)
Woo (whoo whoo) alright (whoo whoo)

Oh, who who, oh, who who, (whoo whoo) oh, who who
Oh Yeah (whoo whoo)
Woo, who who (whoo whoo) Woo, who who (whoo whoo)
Ah yeah, a-what's my name (whoo whoo)

Tell me, baby, (whoo whoo) what's my name (whoo whoo)
Tell me, sweetie, (whoo whoo) what's my name (whoo whoo)

Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Oh, who, who (whoo whoo)
Woo, who, who (whoo whoo)
Ah, yeah!
Whoo whoo
Woo Who Who
Whoo whoo

 

[Hawkwally]

Road To Peace : Tom Waits
Young Abdel Madi Shabneh was only 18 years old,
He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home.
And his mother held his photograph up in the New York Times
You see the killing has intensified along the road to peace

He was a tall, thin boy with a whispy moustache disguised as an orthodox Jew
On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two
And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away
With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace

Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14a
In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Madi Shabnet
And the last thing that he said on earth is "God is great and God is good"
And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace

Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon
Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant
And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed his white Opel
And it killed his wife and his three year old child leaving only a blackened skeleton

They found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes and they waved them in front of the cameras
But Israel says they did not know that his wife and child were in the car
There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV
Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace

Israel launched it's latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday
And two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers
So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians
They fill the children full of hate to fight an old man's war and die upon the road to peace

"Now this is our land we will fight with all our force" say the Palastinians and the Jews
Each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance
If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out
And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost out along the road to peace

Once Kissinger said "we have no friends, America only has interests"
Now our president wants to be seen as a hero and he's hungry for re-election
But Bush is reluctant to risk his future in the fear of his political failure
So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press 10,000 miles from the
road to peace

In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Madi Shabneh
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy
He was an excellent student, he studied so hard, it was as if he had a future
He told his mother that he had a test that day out along the road to peace

The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace
But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army with guns and tanks and bullets?

And if God is great and God is good why can't he change the hearts of men?
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
Maybe God himself is lost and needs help
He's out upon the road to peace

Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
And he's lost upon the road to peace
And he's lost upon the road to peace
Out upon the road to peace

 

[Hawkwally]

Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
(Warren Zevon & David Lindell)

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

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

Roland the Thompson gunner...

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

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

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

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

 

[quad]

Ramones.

She went away for the holidays
Said she's going to L.A.
But she never got there
She never got there
She never got there, they say

The KKK took my baby away
They took her away
Away from me
The KKK took my baby away
They took her away
Away from me

Now I don't know
Where my baby can be
They took her from me
They took her from me
I don't know
Where my baby can be
They took her from me
They took her from me

Ring me, ring me ring me
Up the President
And find out
Where my baby went
Ring me, ring me, ring me
Up the FBI
And find out if
My baby's alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah

 

[Hawkwally]

The Envoy
(Warren Zevon)

Nuclear arms in the Middle East
Israel is attacking the Iraqis
The Syrians are mad at the Lebanese
And Baghdad does whatever she please
Looks like another threat to world peace
For the envoy

Things got hot in El Salvador
CIA got caught and couldn't do no more
He's got diplomatic immunity
He's got a lethal weapon that nobody sees
Looks like another threat to world peace
For the envoy
Send the envoy
Send the envoy

Whenever there's a crisis
The President sends his envoy in
Guns in Damascus
Oh, Jerusalem

Nuclear arms in the Middle East
Israel is attacking the Iraqis
The Syrians are mad at the Lebanese
And Baghdad do whatever she please
Looks like another threat to world peace
For the envoy
Send the envoy . . .
Send for me

 

[Hawkwally]

Warren Zevon, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Bill Berry)
Even a Dog can shake Hands

Well, he's trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive
He's got the phone in the car in his hand
Everbody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

He wants twenty percent
'Cause he knew you back when
Now they all want a piece if the band
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

All the worms and the gnomes are having lunch at Le Dome
They're all living off the fat of the land
Everbody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

Sign Page 42
We'll do the rest for you
Find a way to make it pay
Don't lose your head
You'll end up dead
Or you'll be living in the valley some day

You'll be making the scene 'til they pick your bones clean
No, they don't leave much for the fans
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

Sign Page 42
We'll do the rest for you
Find a way to make it pay
Don't lose your head
You'll end up dead
Or you'll be living in the valley some day

Well, I'm trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive
And I get it any way I can
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

 

[Hawkwally]

Trouble waiting to happen

(Warren Zevon and J. D. Souther)

I woke up this morning and fell out of bed
Trouble waiting to happen
Should've quit while I was ahead
Trouble waiting to happen
I turned on the news to the Third World War
Opened up the paper to World War IV
Just when I thought it was safe to be bored
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen

The mailman brought me the Rolling Stone
Trouble waiting to happen
It said I was living at home alone
Trouble waiting to happen
I read things I didn't know I'd done
It sounded like alot of fun
I guess I've been bad or something
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen

Trouble waiting to happen
Teardrops ready to start
Trouble waiting to happen to my heart

This just ain't gonna be my day
Trouble waiting to happen
Things just ain't gonna go my way
Trouble waiting to happen
My day was over by a quarter to ten
I climbed right back into bed again
I'd write this down if I could hold a pen
I might get better but I don't know when
So I'm gonna wait right here 'til then
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen

Trouble waiting to happen
Teardrops ready to fall
Trouble waiting to happen to us all

 

[Hawkwally]

(Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon)
Mr. Bad Example

I started as an alter boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund

I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan

I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy

Of course I went to law school and took a law degree
And counseled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called

Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute

Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade

I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy

I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals

 

[rama]

si meg, er det noen som sitter og leser tekstene som postes i denne tråden?

 

[Norlenning]

si meg, er det noen som sitter og leser tekstene som postes i denne tråden?

ja,faktisk syns tekster e interesant

mvh Filip

 

[Hawkwally]

Jan Eggum
Mor, jeg vil tilbake

En liten gutt er født.
Hodet hans er stort og rødt.
Han skriker som en gris,
just på ungers vis.
Livet blir et sjokk
for den som synes mor var nok.
Her er det klart og kaldt,
lukt og leven overalt
Alle hyler så,
ingen fred å få.
Dagen i et hopp -
er mye for så liten kropp.

Mor, jeg vil tilbake
til ditt myke, mørke leie.
Verden er for stor for meg.
La meg forsvinne i deg!

En liten mann er født
Målet hans er stort og søtt.
Han samler i ett kjør,
slik som små menn gjør.
Livet blir et sjokk
for den som syns han selv er nok.
Her er det strengt og kaldt,
stive masker overalt.
Du har en vei å gå
og en å ligge på.
Dagen baken mur
er styrke for en svak natur.

Mor, jeg vil tilbake
til ditt myke, mørke leie.
Verden er for stor for meg.
La meg forsvinne i deg.

En gammel mann er født,
kroppen hans er tung og trøtt.
Han mister sin forstand,
slik de gamle kan.
Livet fullt av sjokk,
åtti år ble mer enn nok.
Her er det hvitt og kaldt,
uniformer overalt.
De som gir han brød,
venter på hans død.
Dagen er en lek
med salmebok og julenek.

Mor, jeg vil tilbake
til ditt myke, mørke leie.
Verden er for stor for meg.
La meg forsvinne i deg.

 

[decibelius]

Jeg er langt fra noen Dylanist, men den teksten her er rå.

Every Grain Of Sand:
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer’s dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

 

[Hawkwally]

Jan Eggum
Kor e alle helter hen

Då eg va liten va det snop og godver.
Krigen var over
Onkel Lauritz va på radio
Av onkel Sam fikk vi så enkle lover
Donald Duck & Co
Mødre va heme - det va lett å leve
To timer TV
Vi så dobbelt eller kvitt og svart
All popen hadde Arne Bendiksen skrevet
Og Beatles-hår va rart
Kor e alle helter hen?
Stå opp igjen
Zorro kom tilbake
Kem ska redde verden no?
Prøysen og barnatro
E nostalgi på video
Vi hadde lengre hår enn Wenche Myhre
Noen gikk på syre
Noen ville bli som Dylan va
En kamerat av meg lot Mao styre
Alt han gjorde og sa
Det ble for jævlig, når han først va moden,
Å se at poden
Gikk og fikk en annen helt enn han
Han valgte Kristus og ga Lenin foten
Og han vet han skuffer han.
Kor e alle helter hen?
Stå opp igjen
Stalin kom tilbake
Utakk e verdens lønn
Når ateistens sønn
Til og med ber aftenbønn
Ingen tar skurker mer
Det e kver mann for seg sjøl
En får en karriere
En annen evig nok av øl..
Kall han fossil, han tåler den forakten
Han vet godt at makten
E der oppe som den alltid e
Gi han et par øl til og si til vakten
At han kaster han ut før tre
(Barna synger)
Kor e alle helter hen?
Stå opp igjen
Tjorven, kom tilbake
Heltene, de bare dro
Drømmen gikk i do
Og onkel Lauritz e på video
Kor e alle helter hen?
Stå opp igjen
Herre, kom tilbake
Men Zorro, Marx og Jesus dro
Drømmen gikk i do
Og onkel Lauritz e på video.

 

[roesok]

Her var det mye rart... Er det ingen som har med mesteren over alle mestere når det gjelder låtskriving, og det gjelder både tekst og melodi. Ingen overgår Bob Dylan. Han er da også flere ganger blitt foreslått til Nobels litteraturpris. Her noen eksempel på mannens lyriske åre:

Simple Twist Of Fate
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in.
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Is Your Love In Vain?
Do you love me, or are you just extending goodwill?
Do you need me half as bad as you say, or are you just feeling guilt?
I’ve been burned before and I know the score
So you won’t hear me complain.
Will I be able to count on you
Or is your love in vain?

Are you so fast that you cannot see that I must have solitude?
When I am in the darkness, why do you intrude?
Do you know my world, do you know my kind
Or must I explain?
Will you let me be myself
Or is your love in vain?

Well I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve been in the wind,
I’ve been in and out of happiness.
I have dined with kings, I’ve been offered wings
And I’ve never been too impressed.

All right, I’ll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
If I’m a fool you can have the night, you can have the morning too.
Can you cook and sew, make flowers grow,
Do you understand my pain?
Are you willing to risk it all
Or is your love in vain?

Every Grain Of Sand
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer’s dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

Make You Feel My Love
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Workingman's Blues #2
There's an evenin' haze settlin' over the town
Starlight by the edge of the creek
The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
Money's gettin' shallow and weak
The place I love best is a sweet memory
It's a new path that we trod
They say low wages are a reality
If we want to compete abroad

My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
Come sit down on my knee
You are dearer to me than myself
As you yourself can see
I'm listenin' to the steel rails hum
Got both eyes tight shut
Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from
Creeping it's way into my gut

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

Now, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul
Tossed by the winds and the seas
I'll drag ‘em all down to hell and I'll stand ‘em at the wall
I'll sell ‘em to their enemies
I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought
Gonna sleep off the rest of the day
Sometimes no one wants what we got
Sometimes you can't give it away

Now the place is ringed with countless foes
Some of them may be deaf and dumb
No man, no woman knows
The hour that sorrow will come
In the dark I hear the night birds call
I can hear a lover's breath
I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall
Sleep is like a temporary death

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

Well, they burned my barn, they stole my horse
I can't save a dime
I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced
Into a life of continual crime
I can see for myself that the sun is sinking
How I wish you were here to see
Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking
That you have forgotten me?

Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret
They waste your nights and days
Them I will forget
But you I'll remember always
Old memories of you to me have clung
You've wounded me with words
Gonna have to straighten out your tongue
It's all true, everything you have heard

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues

In you, my friend, I find no blame
Wanna look in my eyes, please do
No one can ever claim
That I took up arms against you
All across the peaceful sacred fields
They will lay you low
They'll break your horns and slash you with steel
I say it so it must be so

Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue
Gonna give you another chance
I'm all alone and I'm expecting you
To lead me off in a cheerful dance
Got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
I can live on rice and beans
Some people never worked a day in their life
Don't know what work even means

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues