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[Norlenning]

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying
Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name
on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of
Churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper's fang
Or herald loud
the death of Man
I'm sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

[CHORUS]
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes
with death's release

I'm not a prophet
or a stone age man
Just a mortal
with the potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic
of Homo Sapien
Can't take my eyes
from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On, the next Bardo
I'm sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

David Bowie:Quicksand: Hunky Dory 1971

mvh Filip

 

[Norlenning]

En til fra mesterverket Hunky Dory ;D

And so the story goes
they wore the clothes
They said the things
to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie
like they hope it was
And the Goodmen of Tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of Brawn
were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep
to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our Wings that Bark
Flashing teeth of Brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, And we were Gone
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

I was Stone and he was Wax
So he could scream,
and still relax, unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old
and dust would flow
Thru our veins and Lo!
it was midnight
Back o' the kitchen door
Like the grim face
on the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today

And it was Stalking time
for the Moonboys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil-may-be-here
But He can't sing about that
Oh, And we were Gone
Real Cool Traders
We were so Turned On
You thought we were Fakers

Now the dress is hung,
the ticket pawned
The Factor Max that proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead, He could be not
He could be You
He's Camelian, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
"Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the Bad
The Bewlay Brothers
In the Blessed and Cold
In the Crutch-hungry Dark
Was where we flayed our Mark
Oh, and we were Gone
Kings of Oblivion
We were so Turned On
In the Mind-Warp Pavilion

Lay me place and bake me Pie
I'm starving for me Gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away
Just for the Day, Hey!
Please come Away, Hey! [repeat ad inf.]



mvh Filip

 

[Townes]

You fucked up! By Ween!

You fucked up, you bitch - you really fucked up
You fucked up - you fuckin' nazi whore
Well, you dicked me over but now you'll pay
You fucked up ... Aaaahhh!!

You fucked up, you bitch - you really fucked up
You fucked up - you sloppy little shit -- bitch -- aaaahhhh
Well, you dicked me over but now you'll pay
You fucked up ... Aaaahhh!!

Well, you dicked me over but now you'll pay
You fucked up ... Aaaahhh!!

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

That's poetry for you!

 

[Roberten]

GodWeenSatan !

 

[baluba]

Her var det sannelig litt av hvert. Smak litt på denne, dere:

Thank you for the flowers
I threw them on the fire
And I burned the photographs that you had enclosed
GOD they were ugly children
So you're the little bastard of that brother of mine
Trying to trick a poor old woman
'Til I almost had a weakness

Last week Cousin Florence
Bit your Uncle Joe
Hit him on the forehead with a knife and a fork
(She) said that he looked like the devil
Then she said... "pass the vinegar," I'm beginning to think
(That) I'm the only one who hasn't taken to the drinking of it
Though I almost had a weakness

It pains me to mention
These delicate concerns
While I have to tolerate you family jewels
I really musn't grumble
('Cause) when I die the cats and dogs will jump up and down
And you little swines will get nothing
Though I almost had a weakness

Det er flott med slike klare meldinger! ;D

 

[Valentino]

Eg vett en plass du kan få alt du ber om
I andre etage på Fru Love Frisør Salong
Sei du vil ha alt på en gong
En dobbel time til klokka seier ding dong
Her er det litt for en kvær smak
Du kan få lange bein. Du kan få brei eller smal
Går du opp litt i prisen kan du få deg et bad
Og gå mann mot mann. Det er varmt anbefalt
Velkommen inn, velkommen inn
Du er min, du er min
Du kan få alt eller ingenting
Velkommen inn elskling
Du ser meg på rom nummer 505
Og eg håper du snart kommer igjen

Kaizers Orchestra/Mann mot mann

 

[Panama Red]

Tekst og melodi: Terje Nilsen

Æ lengta ofte utover te Mjelle, når vintern kommer krypan kald og kvit.
Førr stranda ligg så still oppunder fjellet, og anna folk tar sjelden turen dit.
Der kan æ gå og drøm mæ bort aleina, om tie som førr alltid e førrbi.
Der kan æ finn mæ rare skjell og steina; kver og en et støkke poesi.

Og sanda e så mjuk og fin på Mjelle, som balsam førr en bygutts såre bein.
Selja lyse grønn i ly av fjellet, og lufta e så velsigna rein.
Der kan æ ligg og mys mot Lofotveggen som heng lengst nord i havet lyseblå.
Der lar æ mygga sug sæ mætt på leggen, du må ha vært der førr å kunn førrstå.

Og sjøl når nordavinden slår sæ vrang på Mjelle, så gjer det sjelefred og helsebot.
Førr småbekkan som stupe blindt fra fjellet, de landa alltid trygt ved fjellets fot.
Og bølgan som bryt brått oppetter stranda, de trekk sæ stilt tebake kver en gang.
Ja, Mjelle e førrskjellig fra alt anna, sjøl kråkeskrikan har en vennlig klang.

Hvis alle hadde funne sæ et Mjelle, ei stille strand som fylte dem med fred.
Der de kunn sett sæ ned i ly av fjellet, og tenk igjennom tingan en gang te.
Så hadde kanskje verden vært en anna, og sinte rop blitt overdøvd av sang,
førr bølgan som bryt brått oppetter stranda
de trekk sæ stilt tebake kver en gang.

 

[Valentino]

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey.
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

I can see that you're fifteen years old
No I don't want your I.D.
I can see you're so far from home
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Bet your mama don't know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that.

You look so weird and you're so far from home
But you don't really miss your mother
Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
Oh, yeah
Woo!

I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like that
I bet she don't know you can bite like that.

You say you got a friend, that she's wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs
If she's so wild then she can join in too
It's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that
I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back

 

[otare]

Bare en Richard Thompson-tekst så langt? Her er en til:

Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride

Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride

Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride

Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride


og her er mesteren selv:

 

[otare]

Og en til når vi først er i gang:


I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie
Down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
Who was working next to me


{Refrain}
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

Brown hair zig-zag around her face
And a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said "Young man, oh can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my mind"

{Refrain}
...So fine that I might crush her where she lay...

We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives
Wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
And babies on the rug

She said "Oh man, you foolish man
It surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well"

{Refrain}
...So fine a breath of wind might blow her away...

We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost
And I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run
With the rambling itch

Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough
Back on the Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
Was too much settling down

And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay
For the chains you refuse

{As Refrain}
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn't want her any other way


RIchard Thompson får vi aldri for mye av:

 

[otare]

Mens jeg først er i støtet:

Secret of life / James Taylor

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time
Any fool can do it
There ain't nothing to it
Nobody knows how we got to
The top of the hill
But since we're on our way down
We might as well enjoy the ride

The secret of love is in opening up your heart
It's okay to feel afraid
But don't let that stand in your way
'Cause anyone knows that love is the only road
And since we're only here for a while
Might as well show some style

Give us a smile
Isn't it a lovely ride
Sliding down
And gliding down
Try not to try too hard
It's just a lovely ride

Now the thing about time is that time
Isn't really real
It's all on your point of view
How does it feel for you
Einstein said that he could never understand it all
Planets spinning through space
The smile upon your face

Welcome to the human race
Isn't that a lovely ride
Sliding down
Gliding down
Try not to try too hard
It's just a lovely ride

Isn't that a lovely ride
Oh mama yes
See me sliding down
And gliding down
Try not to try too hard
It's just a lovely ride

Now the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time

Liker spesielt setningen:

"Since we're only here for a while, we might as well show some style"

 

[room]

I never want to be old
And I don't want dependants
It's no fun to be told
That you can't blame your parents anymore

I'm finding it hard
To hang from a star
I don't want to be...
Never want to be old

Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way wish away each day
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way wish away each day

I don't really know
If I care what is normal
And I'm not really sure
If the pills I've been taking are helping

I've wasted my life
And I'm hurting inside
I don't really know
And I'm not really sure...

Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way wish away each day
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way wish away each day

Sentimental... Porcupine Tree...

 

[Valentino]

Hymne til selskapet som fikser den styrte reklamen på nettet:

Somebody hears you. you know that. you know that.
Somebody hears you. you know that inside.
Someone is learning the colors of all your moods, to
(say just the right thing and) show that you're understood.
Here you're known.
Leave your life open. you don't have. you don't have.
Leave your life open. you don't have to hide.
Someone is gathering every crumb you drop, these
(mindless decisions and) moments you long forgot.
Keep them all.
Let our formulas find your soul.
We'll divine your artesian source (in your mind),
Marshal feed and force (our machines will)
To design you a perfect love
Or (better still) a perfect lust.
O how glorious, glorious: a brand new need is born.
Now we possess you. you'll own that. you'll own that.
Now we possess you. you'll own that in time.
Now we will build you an endlessly upward world,
(reach in your pocket) embrace you for all you're worth.
Is that wrong?
Isn't this what you want?
Amen.

 

[Voff]

I like to eat bananas cause they have no bones
I like marihuana cause it get me stoned


Man ; Bananas

 

[BT]

I'm a warrior, the blood won't wash away
I'm a warrior, I'll kill myself one day

Burning, looting, raping, shooting
Burning, looting, raping, shooting
Burning, looting, raping, shooting
Burning, looting, raping, shooting
All this I do, I'd kill for you

Oh come on pretty baby won't you take my hand
Oh come and kiss the singer in a rock n' roll band
Baby baby baby baby baby
I want to see your blood all over the land
All this I do, I'd kill for you

I'm a warrior of Ghengis Khan
I'm a warrior of Ghengis Khan
I'm a warrior, the blood won't wash away
I'm a warrior, I'll kill myself one day

I'm a warrior of Ghengis Khan
I'm a warrior of Ghengis Khan
I'm a warrior, the blood won't wash away
I'm a warrior, I'll kill myself one day

 

[Pink_Panther]

I'm sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic egocentric paranoiac primadonnas
All I want is the truth just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
It's money for dope, money for rope
I'm sick to death of hearing things from
Uptight short-sighted narrow minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

Det var sting i John Lennon

 

[HasseBasse]

I don't know what's happened to the kids today
We were different from the kids today
in every way
We didn't have none of this crazy music
We didn't have none of these crazy clothes
We didn't have guys getting high on the doorstop
We didn't have none of those no, no

I don't care for these long haired guys
They need a good bath
They got shifty eyes
They're either sleeping in the park
Begging in the street
Or they're speeding 'round town in a Lotus Elite
(were'd they get the money from anyway?)

I can't say that I fought for kids like you in the war
I fought for kids like the kids I thought you'd be
That's who I was fighting for
Put you all in the army, that's what I'd do
Short back and sides, make men of you

Willi's my boy, he's been good up till now
But last night he said "I'm gonna make it
on my own somehow
Going off with my friends on the road a while
Get away from you, you can drop dead, that's
what you can do!"

I would have thought that after fifty-five years
A body could expect some kind of respect
from the kids today
I don't know what's happened to the kids today
I don't know what's happened to the kids today

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXFp6F4IA70

 

[Valentino]

Utmerket, HasseBasse. Kjekt når dere linker til Youtube også.

 

[Valentino]

I'm the man on the mountain, come on up
I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud
Yes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't start
Yes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar

Give me little drink
From your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk yeah

I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun
I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none
Well I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fight
You if you want to push and pull with me all night

Give me little drink
From you loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk yeah

I feel so humble with you tonight
Just sitting in front of the fire
See your face dancing in the flame
Feel your mouth kissing me again
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz
Oh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz

Yes, I am nitty gritty and my shirt's all torn
But I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn

Give me little drink
From your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk

Give me little drink
Give me little drink (keep on lovin', keep on lovin')
Give me little drink
Give me little drink (let's slow it down baby)
Give me little drink
Give me little drink
Give me little drink

...

Jeg har lært av SKAM at gutter ikke driver med slikt nå. Hva er det med ungdommen nå til dags?

 

[Valentino]

She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College
That's where I
Caught her eye
She told me that her dad was loaded
I said, in that case I'll have rum and Coca-Cola
She said fine
And then in thirty seconds time she said
I wanna live like common people
I wanna do whatever common people do
Wanna sleep with common people
I wanna sleep with common people
Like you
Oh what else could I do
I said I'll, I'll see what I can do
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why
But I had to start it somewhere
So it started there
I said pretend you've got no money
She just laughed and said
Oh you're so funny
I said; yeah
I can't see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure?
You wanna live like common people
You wanna see whatever common people see
Wanna sleep with common people
You wanna sleep with common people
Like me
But she didn't understand
She just smiled and held my hand
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'Cause when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you called your dad he could stop it all, yeah
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And you dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're really laughing at you
And the stupid things that you do
Because you think that poor is cool
Like a dog lying in a corner
They will bite you and never warn you
Look out, they'll tear your insides out
'Cause everybody hates a tourist
Especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh
Yeah and the chip stains and grease
Will come out in the bath
You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere left to go
You are amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright
Whilst you can only wonder why
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'Cause when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you called your dad he could stop it all
Yeah
Never live like common people
Never do what common people do
Never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
Wanna live with common people like you
Wanna live with common people like you
Wanna live with common people like you
Wanna live with common people like you
Wanna live with common people like you
Wanna live with common people like you
I wanna live with common people like you
Oh, la, la, la, la
Oh, la, la, la, la
Oh, la, la, la, la
Oh, la, la, la, la
Oh you

Pulp: Common People fra 1995. Her i konsert på Reading-festivalen i 2011: Youtube

 

[Vinsnobben]

Denne visa av Hekla Stålstrenga med tekst av Helge Stangnes har blitt en gjenganger ved vintersolverv.

Vise ved vintersolkverv

No sløkkes en dag som så vidt rakk å gråne
Og vise fram landet ei skjømmingsblå stund,
Og gjømt attom fjellan i aust står en måne
Som snart skal strø sølv over fjorda og sund,
I sør ligg ei strime av lys over tindan
Der dagen blør ut før han slokne førr godt,
Og vi står igjen med oss sjøl og med minnan
I mørketidslyset der allting blir blått

Så kom og vær nær meg – vær sol i desember
Når midtvinters-tanka tar rom i mitt sinn,
Førr året må følle sin kurs og kalender
Og stian blir tungtrødd når lyset førsvinn.
Men hold meg i handa og lær meg å vente
På solkvervingstimen då allting skal snu,
I mørketidslyset e varme å hente
Førr den som har mot tel å trosse og tru

Ja, streif mine strenga og løys i meg tonen
Tel landet som kvile ved midtvinterstid,
La mørketids-tankan og haust-depresjonen
Få vike førr strofe av blå poesi.
Vi leve med rest av en sommar i minne,
I lengting mot daga vi ikkje har fått,
Men kjem du meg nær skal vi solvarmen finne
I mørketidslyset der allting blir blått.

 

[mean69]

A Lap Dance Is so Much Better When the Stripper Is Crying

Bloodhound Gang

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
Since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
Through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
Milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell.
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
This pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
Like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin',
'Cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
And I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
As I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
'Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
Is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
With a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
Resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
When I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
Gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
When I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
And polish the one-eyed gopher when you're doin' seventy-five
In an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

 

[defacto]

En tekst som betydde mye for meg i en fase av livet. Ikke den beste til Tom, men den beste akkurat da:

Rosie
Tom Waits
Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
Nobody's up except the moon and me,
And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree
All that you left me was a melody.

Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie,
How can I persuade? Rosie

And the moon's all up, full and big,
Apricot tips in an indigo sky,
And I've been loving you, Rosie,
Since the day I was born
And I'll love you, Rosie 'til the day I die.

Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie,
How can I persuade? Rosie
Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie,
How can I persuade? Rosie

And I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
Nobody's up except the moon and me,
And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree
All that you left me was a melody.

Rosie, why do you evade?
Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie

En litt annen versjon, men samme tekst:

 

[defacto]

Litt lite norske tekster her, så jeg flesker til med en tekst jeg skulle ønske jeg hadde skrevet selv:

Vintersang
Odd Børretzen feat. Lars Martin Myhre

Om vinteren når dagen er kort og grå
Og lyset er tynt og hvitt
Og legger seg trett på vårt frokostbord
Ser jeg streker og veier i ansiktet ditt.

Jeg drikker min kaffe og spiser mitt brød
Og tenker nå er du en tegning
Et kart over livet ditt og mitt
En tegning av steder og veier vi gikk

En tegning av latter vi lo,
En tegning av høstmørke veier.
En tegning av gleder vi fikk,
En tegning av steder og veier vi gikk.

Noen av disse veiene i ansiktet ditt er rette og greie.
Du har en på hver side av nesa som
Går ganske sørgelig nedover mot halsen
Og blir borte der et sted.
Men noen veier er ubestemte og leter seg fram gjennom.
Det er en som går fra den innerste
øyekroken og ganske bestemt bortover mot kinnet,
Men der mister den retningen og tuller
Rundt i buer og forsvinner borte mot øret.
Det kan være kursen vi holdt da vi rømte i båt tidlig den våren
Og flakket omkring og alle hyttene
Var stengt og det lå is innerst i vikene
Og hytteeiernes gjenglemte fluktstoler stod og slang seg fillete.
Vi stjal forresten den våren:
Mahognylister fra et båtbyggeri og et dørhåndtak av messing.
Vi var ansvarsløse fanter, vi tilhørte ikke samfunnet.
Jeg tømte nesten en liter smøreolje på vannet i en bukt,
Uten annen grunn enn at jeg ville se hva som skjedde.
Olja fylte hele bukta og dannet vakre
Mønstre - vi gav blanke den våren; vi skulle videre.
Nettene var kalde, sånn som netter er på kysten tidlig på våren.
Da krøp vi ned under dekk og fyrte i refleksovnen
Og var de eneste menneskene, de eneste i verden.

I pannen har du en vakker, myk vei.
Det kan være veien vi gikk fra landsbyen Saint-Pierre-Toirac
Med brød og smør og en flaske billig rødvin.
Først gikk vi forbi den gamle mannen som
Alltid satt på torget ved campingbordet.
Han hadde et stort, strengt ansikt,
Som ansiktet til en streng, gammel hest.
Da vi gikk forbi og hilste lyste han opp og sa "madame" og "monsieur"
Og lignet en edel, romersk senator.
Og så måtte vi forbi kalkunen - vi hatet den kalkunen.
Den kom hver dag etter oss og
Gurglet og disset med alle sine ekle folder
I sitt hårløse øgleansikt.
Vi grudde hver dag for å gå forbi svinet,
For bonden som eide kalkunen og kona til bonden og alle deres barn
Stod der og lo av oss fordi vi var redde for en kalkun.
Øverst oppe kunne vi sitte ved eikene
Og se ned over kalkunen og senatoren og vårt eget hus.

En tegning av latter vi lo,
En tegning av høstmørke veier.
En tegning av gleder vi fikk,
En tegning av steder og veier vi gikk.


Ned mot neseryggen er det tegnet en kort, dyp og sorgtung vei.
Jeg tror den kom etter begravelsen i København.
Det er veien vi gikk fra kirken i Amager
Til den vesle restauranten i Fiolstræde.
Du mistet en tåre på duken, og vi satt og pirket i den våte flekken.
Og du sa ingenting, og jeg kunne ikke finne på noe å si.

Noen av ditt ansikts veier er fremme ved målet,
Ved øret eller ved hårfestet.
De skal ikke lenger.
Men noen er nettopp påbegynt
Og vet ikke hvor de skal
Om de skal opp
Eller om de skal ned.

Jeg har drukket min kaffe og spist opp mitt brød
Og lyset er trett og hvitt.
Og jeg tenker det blir ganske trøtt å dø
Fra vinterlyset på ansiktet ditt.

Ditt ansikt er mitt, og vil du ha det
Er mitt ansikt ditt; bare ta det.
Jeg tenker: Gode Gud, la meg rekke å se
At det blir nye streker og nye veier i det.

En tegning av latter vi skal le,
En tegning av nye veier.
En tegning av gleder vi skal få,
En tegning av steder og veier vi skal gå.

 

[defacto]

Ellers så burde vel ord smedene Anne Grete Preus, Odd Nordstoga og Bjørn Eidsvåg komme her snart?

 

[Auditor]

For ikke å snakke om Bernie Taupin. Han har hundrevis av andre, men se på tekstene til "Rocket Man", "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" "Where To Now, St. Peter" og "Tiny Dancer"..Jeg sier ikke mer..

 

[kjellbjarne]

Enkelt men vakkert

 

[Valentino]

Jeg tror mean69 har tatt ledelsen.

 

[kjellbjarne]

Pokker

 

[kjellbjarne]

Er fine mørke?

 

[kjellbjarne]

 

[xerxes]

Ikke en sang, men jeg er veldig imponert over Amanda Gormans «The hills we climb» fra presidentinnsettelsen!

 

[Valentino]

Da jeg startet tråden var tittelen ment ironisk, men her får vi det vakre, det fæle, det tankevekkende og, ja, hva man vil egentlig.

 

[kjellbjarne]

 

[kjellbjarne]

Digger mannen

 

[HAREPUSEN]

Jeg bringer en hyper aktuell tekst lyric er på videoen ane brun
We need a mother .

 

[Valentino]

Kan dere legge inn teksten i postene? Suppler gjerne med video eller kun audio for den del.
Flere enn meg hører lite på tekst...

 

[Gjestemedlem]

As I was a-walking along Radcliffe Highway
A recruiting party came a-beating my way
They enlisted me and treated me 'til I did not know
And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go

When first I deserted, I thought myself free
Until my cruel comrade informed against me
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me

Court martial, court martial, they held upon me
And the sentence passed upon me: three-hundred-and-three
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me

When next I deserted, I thought myself free
Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me

Court martial, court martial then quickly was got
And the sentence passed upon me: that I was to be shot
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me

Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage-and-six
Saying, "Where is that young man whose coffin it is fixed?
Set him free from his irons and let him go free
For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country."

med lyd blir det slik:

 

[Gjestemedlem]

Denne er såpass obskur at jeg ikke finner teksten, men den er på norsk så flere her inne vil forstå den.

Et flott album, utgitt på Bokklubben i 1971 og deretter glemt av alle..

Jeg kunne skrive den .. men den er egentlig best med noen toner til .. så:

 

[defacto]

Vet ikke om denne har vært med, men her er en av mine favoritter. En sang som ingen helt skjønner og som Springsteen skrev, men som Manfred Mann overtok:

Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Madman drummers bummers
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps
His way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder
Feeling kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing, sneezing and wheezing
The calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was

Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

Some silicone sister with a manager mister
Told me I got what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on, Sonny, to something strong
Play the song with the funky break"
And go-cart Mozart was checking out the weather chart
To see if it was safe outside
And little early-pearly came by in his Curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride
But she was

Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night
She's gonna make it through the night
But, mama, that's where the fun is
But, mama, that's where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun
But, mama, that's where the fun is

Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone
Preacher from the east
Says, "dethrone the Dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone
That's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standing in the corner
Watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messing with his frozen zone
Reminding him of romance
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was

Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night

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