;D!vredensgnag skrev:
Din dystreste låt?
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Dysterhet kommer i forskjellige valører. Da jeg var ung, uredd og lattermild til døden, så fant jeg en romantisk fasinasjon i låten. For en uke siden døde min næreste venn, og som jeg i unge år satt og sang høyt og spilte lekegitarer sammen med; bl.a. til denne låten. Da kom den plutselig i et annet lys. Men jeg synes fremdeles det er en deilig låt (og eminent gruppe). Men er det dystert? Både ja og nei. Litt kosmisk fatalistisk, kanskje? Den er i det minste ikke patetisk, som mye av den dysterhet som i dag selges over disken. 2 dagers melankolie, please. Tilgjort dysterhet er bare komisk.
The Edgar Broughton Band: Evening Over Rooftops
Tekst:
The air was thick like honey
Looking from a room
The room had open windows
To let this springtime through
Evening stood by watchin'
At the side of summer's promise
The flowers in her garden
Were the envy of her friends
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?
The smoke hung on the skyline
The city fell in silence
The sunset, ripe and mellow
Was the light to write some thoughts by
Her children watched for father
From a window in the wall
Said a prayer for grandpapa
And maybe many more
Somewhere in the distance
On the road so far away
I heard the sound of life
Though the people left for home
Three birds flew off a building
Standing proud against the sky
Many more flew with them
Spiralled up like laughter
Faster, harder
They rose up in a column
Hundreds upon hundreds
And twice that many wingspeed
Four miles across
Stretched a million miles high
The living pulsing column
In the lady of the sky
Feathers thrashed together
Locked in that huge swarm
I knew no-one could see it
And now that it was gone
I rubbed my eyes and tried to find
A reason for the flight
Exodus, escape
Or was it just for me to see?
Like the mating of the earth and air
Like water is to flowers
The envy of her friends
How far are we from dying, is it nearly at an end?
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?...
The Edgar Broughton Band: Evening Over Rooftops
Tekst:
The air was thick like honey
Looking from a room
The room had open windows
To let this springtime through
Evening stood by watchin'
At the side of summer's promise
The flowers in her garden
Were the envy of her friends
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?
The smoke hung on the skyline
The city fell in silence
The sunset, ripe and mellow
Was the light to write some thoughts by
Her children watched for father
From a window in the wall
Said a prayer for grandpapa
And maybe many more
Somewhere in the distance
On the road so far away
I heard the sound of life
Though the people left for home
Three birds flew off a building
Standing proud against the sky
Many more flew with them
Spiralled up like laughter
Faster, harder
They rose up in a column
Hundreds upon hundreds
And twice that many wingspeed
Four miles across
Stretched a million miles high
The living pulsing column
In the lady of the sky
Feathers thrashed together
Locked in that huge swarm
I knew no-one could see it
And now that it was gone
I rubbed my eyes and tried to find
A reason for the flight
Exodus, escape
Or was it just for me to see?
Like the mating of the earth and air
Like water is to flowers
The envy of her friends
How far are we from dying, is it nearly at an end?
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?
How far are we from dying
Is it nearly at an end?...
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Disse to hadde jeg også tenkt å nevne, men jeg har et norsk bidrag i tillegg: Holy Toy med Vojtek (?) fra den første lp-en Warsawa. Tittelen husker jeg ikke stavingen skikkelig på, men det var i alle fall første sang på side to.atonal skrev:
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Alf Robertsson
Mitt land, SVERIGE. En låt som är vacker och berör.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-L4m6YTnbn8
Mvh Anders.S
Mitt land, SVERIGE. En låt som är vacker och berör.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-L4m6YTnbn8
Mvh Anders.S
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Marie Fredriksson - Mellan sommar och höst
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpOMDKGaqr8
Marie har bra röst och gitarristen e grym!
Mvh Anders.S
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpOMDKGaqr8
Marie har bra röst och gitarristen e grym!
Mvh Anders.S
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Nick Cave har jo vært nevnt et par ganger allerede. Stagger Lee. Say no more.
Honkey
Honkey
Kikka gjennom tråden og hvis jeg ikke har blingsa så mangler denne ..
For en "gammel fan" var det vondt å se fyren plutselig SÅ gammel .. (ble han det etter dama daua?) og at`n daua sjøl ganske kjapt etterpå gjorde ikke øya tørrere for min del når jeg i ettertid kikker på videon.. Dette er TRIIIIIIIST og ekte! (for ekte nesten...)
fikk aldri se ham live
Dystert, ok.. men så VAKKERT det er ??
fikk aldri se ham live
Dystert, ok.. men så VAKKERT det er ??
"Sleep Come Free Me" på James Taylors "Flag" album fra 1979. Utrolig vakker låt, men akk så sørgmodig ....og tankevekkende.... Teksten gjengitt her http://www.webletras.com.br/musica/james-taylor/sleep-come-free-me Flag http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_(James_Taylor_album) er forøvirg blant mine favorittalbum, stemningsfult, både morsomt og trist, harmonisk og vakkert.
Og for den som vil ha mer tristhet anbefales Pedro Almodovars
Viva La Tristeza!
se http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=10:fzfuxq8aldje
eller http://www.amazon.com/Viva-Tristeza-Alberto-Iglesias/dp/B0000931NQ
1. Once I Loved - Shirley Horn
2. Nothing Compares 2 U - Little Jimmy Scott
3. Paper Bag - Goldfrapp
4. Dark Soul - Michael Brook, Djivan Gasparian
5. Qualsevol Nit Pot Sortir el Sol
6. Me Quedo Contigo - Ana D.
7. Llorona - Chavela Vargas
8. Maitia Num Zira? - Kepa Junkera
9. Cucurrucucu Paloma [Live] - Caetano Veloso
10. My Funny Valentine - Chet Baker
11. My Way - Nina Simone
12. House of the Rising Sun - Gregory Isaacs
13. I Woke Up - Nicolette
Flere av låtene på spansk eller andre språk jeg ikke forstår, men man skjønner jo at de er trist som f...
Viva La Tristeza!
se http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=10:fzfuxq8aldje
eller http://www.amazon.com/Viva-Tristeza-Alberto-Iglesias/dp/B0000931NQ
1. Once I Loved - Shirley Horn
2. Nothing Compares 2 U - Little Jimmy Scott
3. Paper Bag - Goldfrapp
4. Dark Soul - Michael Brook, Djivan Gasparian
5. Qualsevol Nit Pot Sortir el Sol
6. Me Quedo Contigo - Ana D.
7. Llorona - Chavela Vargas
8. Maitia Num Zira? - Kepa Junkera
9. Cucurrucucu Paloma [Live] - Caetano Veloso
10. My Funny Valentine - Chet Baker
11. My Way - Nina Simone
12. House of the Rising Sun - Gregory Isaacs
13. I Woke Up - Nicolette
Flere av låtene på spansk eller andre språk jeg ikke forstår, men man skjønner jo at de er trist som f...
Snurrer her nå, skjønner hva du mener. Fant den på "Live Hits Harder" LPen fra 81. En anmelder skriver etter en klubbkonsert i 2006 om gruppa at: "As contemporaries like Deep Purple and Black Sabbath were cranking up the amps and making a fortune in the process the Broughtons were going unplugged but increasing the political content." Kan jo bli dyster av slikt.Parelius skrev:
Hjemmeside: http://www.edgarbroughtonband.co.uk/
Her er mitt bidrag:
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.
KING CRIMSON "Epitaph"
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.
KING CRIMSON "Epitaph"
En låt som kanskje er mer morsom og underfundig enn dyster, men - jeg har alltid sett for meg en mann i tvangstrøye i hjørnet av et nakent rom med hvite vegger når jeg hører denne låta fra Godley & Creme (ex 10cc) på Freeze Frame albumet deres (1979). Da blir det jo dystert.
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
Because they can't move
From specks of dust to paperweights
Or a pound note sealed in resin
Plastic Santas in perpetual underwater snowstorms
Sculptures that appear to be moving
But aren't
I feel sorry for them all
What are they thinking
When they arrive at a place
Do they sigh with disappointment
And when they leave
Do they have regrets?
Is a sofa as happy in one corner
As it is in another
And how does the room feel about it?
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity them all
Physics isn't fair
Is a tree as a rocking horse
An ambition fulfilled
And is the sawdust jealous?
I worry about these things
Peppercorns don't move
Until they contaminate the ice-cream
Three weeks later
Is the gold in Fort Knox happy gold?
I care about these things
Some things are better left alone
Grains of sand prefer their own company
But magnets are two faced
No choice for sugar
But what choice could there be
But to drown in coffee or to drown in tea
The frustrations of being inanimate
Maybe its better that way
The fewer the moving parts
The less there is to go wrong
I wonder about these things
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity them all
Freeze Frame albumet står høyt i kurs, har snurret mye hos meg
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freeze_Frame_(Godley_%26_Creme_album)
Om dem: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godley_%26_Creme
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
Because they can't move
From specks of dust to paperweights
Or a pound note sealed in resin
Plastic Santas in perpetual underwater snowstorms
Sculptures that appear to be moving
But aren't
I feel sorry for them all
What are they thinking
When they arrive at a place
Do they sigh with disappointment
And when they leave
Do they have regrets?
Is a sofa as happy in one corner
As it is in another
And how does the room feel about it?
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity them all
Physics isn't fair
Is a tree as a rocking horse
An ambition fulfilled
And is the sawdust jealous?
I worry about these things
Peppercorns don't move
Until they contaminate the ice-cream
Three weeks later
Is the gold in Fort Knox happy gold?
I care about these things
Some things are better left alone
Grains of sand prefer their own company
But magnets are two faced
No choice for sugar
But what choice could there be
But to drown in coffee or to drown in tea
The frustrations of being inanimate
Maybe its better that way
The fewer the moving parts
The less there is to go wrong
I wonder about these things
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity inanimate objects
I pity them all
Freeze Frame albumet står høyt i kurs, har snurret mye hos meg
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freeze_Frame_(Godley_%26_Creme_album)
Om dem: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godley_%26_Creme
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Var i en begravelse til en som begikk selvmord, og vedkommende ønsket Dido - life for rent i sin egen begravelse. Noe av det sterkeste jeg noen sinne har vært utsatt for
I haven't really ever found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
I've always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
and live my life more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive
If my life is for rent...
I haven't really ever found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
I've always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
and live my life more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive
If my life is for rent...
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L og Freeze Frame er store album..tore. skrev:
"There's a fruitcake in the window
Someone fetch the cops
For god's sakes get a camera
Before the bastard drops.
A little to the left
Right down the middle
A little to the right
X marks the spot!"
Litt dystert?
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Og denne er som videoen i "Ring" - bør ikke lyttes til, den er livsendrende, på godt og vondt.
They're Coming To Take Me Away Lyrics.tore. skrev:
Originalen fra 1966 av Napoleon XIV (aka Jerry Samuels)
They're Coming to Take Me Away Hahaaa!
denne også med B siden av singelen:
!aaaH-aH ,yawA eM ekaT oT gnimoC er'yehT
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/They're_Coming_to_Take_Me_Away,_Ha-Haaa!
Et annet stort album generelt, men også i denne sammheng vel, er Brian Eno and David Byrne'svredensgnag skrev:
My Life in the Bush of Ghosts fra 1981
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Life_in_the_Bush_of_Ghosts_(album)
http://www.bush-of-ghosts.com/
Den remastrede reutgivlsen fra 2006 med 7 bonus track har jeg ikke hørt....
(opprinnelig Arthur Lee & Love)
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Strengt. Musikkvideoen laget av Wam og Vennerød ?
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Jeg må si at denne har en egen sjeldent psykotisk dysterhet.
"Jeg roper hjelp, selv om jeg vet at ingen vil høre meg"
"Jeg roper hjelp, selv om jeg vet at ingen vil høre meg"
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Ellers klarer jeg faktisk ikke å plukke ut kun en sang fra Marillions tid med Fish som vokalist som "den dystreste". Jeg får bare plukke en.
Script for a Jester's Tear
....
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over
...
Script for a Jester's Tear
....
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over
...
