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[Didjeridust]

Laurie Anderson - "From the Air"

Good evening.
This is your Captain.
We are about to attempt a crash landing.
Please extinuish all cigarettes.
Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position.
Your Captain says: Put your head on your knees.
Your Captain says: Put your head on your hands.
Captain says: Put your hands on your head. Put your hands on your hips. Heh heh.
This is your Captain-and we are going down.
We are all going down, together.
And I said: Uh oh. This is gonna be some day.

Standby.

This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.

Uh-this is your Captain again.
You know, I've got a funny feeling I've seen this all before.
Why? Cause I'm a caveman.
Why? Cause I've got eyes in the back of my head.
Why? It's the heat.

Standby.

This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
Put your hands over your eyes.
Jump out of the plane.
There is no pilot.
You are not alone.

Standby.

This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.

[turi]

Jeg river av meg klæra
og viser hvem jeg er
med lakris mellom tæra
for å lufte mitt gevær
Jeg føler meg naturlig
vist faen går`e ann
å glise fett og kle seg naken
midt på Karl Johan.

Se hvordan det dugger
når jeg presser rompa mi
mot vinduet på Grand Cafe
og slepper gassen fri
to mjuke lådne hår
som henger dovent ned
og klasker lett mot ruta
når jeg snur meg for å le

For jeg er naken
naken igjen
og igjen
og igjen
og igjen
for jeg er naken
naken igjen
og igjen
og igjen
og igjen.

Og møter jeg på Bondevik
så skal jeg si ifra
at han har litt å lære
av en fyr fra Vål`enga
mens du går rundt
og ber til Gud for
fotball-klubben din
har jeg tatovert
Vål`enga på
kjempeloffen min

For jeg er naken
naken igjen osv osv

Så mye å fortelle
så mye mer å si
nå har jeg fått ei celle
til vinter`n er forbi
men, bare løver spretter
og sola titter frem
Når folket går og svetter
er jeg naken igjeeeeeeeeen..

Fett å væra naken
i hovedstaden vår
svinge litt med spaken
mens Rådhusklokka slååååår

For jeg er naken
naken igjen
og igjen
og igjen og igjen
for jeg er naken
naken igjen
og igjen
og igjen
og igjen.

Spretten sang i bilen for å våkne litt på morran!!

[Turban Smukk]

Jeg dumpet tilfeldigvis over denne midt i en brutal kjærlighetssorg. Den gjorde ikke akkurat saken noe bedre.

Nothing Better (The Postal Service):

He:
Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you're deserting for better company
I can't accept that it's over
And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry

So just say how to make it right
And I swear I'll do my best to comply

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?


She:
I feel I must interject here...
You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
With these revisions and gaps in history
So let me help you remember.
I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.
I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave

So please back away and let me go

He:
I can't my darling I love you so...

Oh, oh...

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?


She:
Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures


He:
I know that I have made mistakes
and I swear I'll never wrong you again

She:
You've got a lure I can't deny,
But
you've had your chance so say goodbye
Say goodbye

[Milfrid]

Når man har en 9 år gammel jente i hus kommer man borti musikk man ikke alltid ville hørt på uten denne 9 år gamle jenta. Men denne Miley Cyrus-sangen har jo egentlig en helt fantastisk sann tekst - det er ikke målet som er viktig, men veien dit .

The Climb lyrics
Songwriters: Alexander, J; Mabe, J;
I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there's a voice inside my head saying
"You'll never reach it"

Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking

But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking

I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going

And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on

'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!

Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa

[Milfrid]

Green Day - Good Riddance

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.



(Kilde:

(Kilde: youtube.com)

)

[Frøy]

Wall of Stone

You can find any reason
To do the things you do
It’s the end of the season
Ain’t nothing here for you
It’s just a misunderstanding
Another hole in the ground
The things you lost are all around you

Another walk in the gutter
Another weightless fall
Another face in the mirror
It’s just an endless crawl
And now you’re stuck in a corner
Ain’t no easy way out
Been digging too deep, my friend
You’re digging too deep

Why don’t you leave it all alone
You make a mess for everyone
Why don’t you leave it all alone
Can’t you see this wall of stone

And you can’t go on much longer
It’s just a question of time
It’s just a misunderstanding
Another downward climb
The circles keep getting smaller
And you go round and round
Ain’t nowhere left to turn
You’re going underground

Why don’t you leave it all alone
You make a mess for everyone
Why don’t you leave it all alone
Stuck behind your wall of stone

It really ain’t no point in trying
You always end up saying goodbye to someone
You’re holding on to all your fears
And all the things you’ll never share with no one
In the night
When you long for the light
It’s gonna be allright

Why don’t you leave it all alone
‘Cos the road you’re walking on
Will never lead you home
Why don’t you leave it all alone
Why don’t you leave it all alone
You make a mess for everyone
Why don’t you leave it all alone
You make a mess for everyone
You’re digging to deep, my friend

Tekst: Trond Andreassen / Christian Bloom

[Mjau]

Denne fantastiske tråden fortjener å dyttes på!

Min absolutte favoritt-tekst er Tyven, tyven til Dum Dum. Den er allerede nevnt her så jeg legger ikke inn teksten igjen. Men den er utrolig vakker og sterk, og jeg har grått mange tårer til den.
Ellers liker jeg veldig mange av tekstene til Bjørn Eidsvåg.

[Enhjørning]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av Mjau, her.

Denne fantastiske tråden fortjener å dyttes på!

Min absolutte favoritt-tekst er Tyven, tyven til Dum Dum. Den er allerede nevnt her så jeg legger ikke inn teksten igjen. Men den er utrolig vakker og sterk, og jeg har grått mange tårer til den.
Ellers liker jeg veldig mange av tekstene til Bjørn Eidsvåg.

Den er ... sterk.

[Maverick]

Åkkeida. Jeg kan bli med igjen jeg også.

Tom Waits, I hope that I don't fall in love with you:

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
Your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you
Calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you,
You light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
But we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you,
And you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
The chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
You're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

[Miromurr]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av alfaCharlie, her.

Åkkeida. Jeg kan bli med igjen jeg også.

Tom Waits, I hope that I don't fall in love with you:

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
Your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you
Calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you,
You light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
But we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you,
And you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
The chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
You're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

Den får meg alltid til å bli på gråten. Men på en god måte.

[Claire]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av alfaCharlie, her.

Åkkeida. Jeg kan bli med igjen jeg også.

Tom Waits, I hope that I don't fall in love with you:

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
Your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you
Calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you,
You light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
But we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you,
And you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
The chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
You're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

Åh. Den er nydelig. Og litt ekstra fin med denne animasjonen:

(Kilde: youtube.com)

[Appelsin]

Tapestry - Carole King

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hues.
An ever lasting vision of the ever changing views.
A wondrous world of magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see impossible to hold

Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, just a drifter passing by.
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow green on either side

He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand cam down empty.

Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and he turned into a toad
It seems as if he'd fallen into someones mistic spell
And I wept to see him suffer tho I did not know him well

As I watched in sorrow there suddenly appeared
a figure grey and ghostly beneath the flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling he's come to take me back

The Brothel - Susanne Sundfør

Purple pavements
Crooked fingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights in one night cheap hotels
Oh, I'm only drifting to always come back

And I search for something
Oh, whatever I don't really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open car with open mouths
Golden teeth and golden cards

You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway

Lava laiden pavements
Stars with stains and the heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes our echoes are buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we've shared their temple of halls
Now our heads are hung up on walls

We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century
When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all
To be both the animal and god

You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway

There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening
There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening
They whisper:
The ones who are only living is the ones who are only dying

Empty Chairs - Don McLean

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave, until you went

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

[Mjau]

Denne liker jeg veldig godt. Bjørn Eidsvåg.

VERTIGO.

Vertigo Vertigo
Mayday Mayday.
Han vet'kje lenger forskjell på opp og ne r'
Han trur ikkje lenger på det han ser.

Han tok av Dagen va' fine
Han tok av inn i drømmane sine
Han lekte seg på blåe himlen
Han boltra seg istjernevrimlen
Ung, stolt sterk og fri
Himmlen va' hans
Han stjal seg te å delta i
gudane sin dans
Alle drømmane han bar på
måtte han ha svar på
Full frihet uten grenser
Full fart uten bremser.

Vertigo.........

Han tok av
Dagen va' fine
Han tok av inn i drømmene sine
Mjuke skyer varsle' dØd
Ung, sterk og fri Himmlen va' hans
Han stjal seg te å delta i gud ane sin dans
Skyene har tatt. han, det e knapt med tid
Mayday Mayday
Han vet ikkje forskjell på opp og ner'
Han vet ikkje ka som skjer.

Vertigo........

[Lenam]

Hvorfor har jeg ikke lagt inn verdens beste sang her da?

Jag är fattig bonddräng, men jag lever ändå.
Dagar går och kommer, medan jag knogar på.
Harvar, sår och plöjer, mockar, gräver och bär.
Går bak mina oxar, hojtar visslar och svär.

Jag är fattig bonddräng, och jag tuggar mitt snus.
Och när lörda'n kommer, vill jag ta mig ett rus.
Sen, när jag blitt livad vill jag tampas och slåss.
Vila hos en flicka vill jag också, förstås.

Sen, då kommer sönda'n, och då vill våran präst,
att jag ska i kyrkan, men då sover jag mest.
Prästen kan väl sova hela måndagen men,
för en fattig bonddräng, börjar knoget igen.

Så går hela veckan, alla dagar och år.
Jag går med min lie, och jag plöjer och sår.
Jag kör mina oxar och jag hässjar mitt hö.
Harvar, gnor och trälar, och till sist ska jag dö.

Står där, fattig bonddräng framför Himmelens port.
Lite rädd och ledsen för de synder jag gjort.
Man ska inte supa, hålls med flickor och slåss.
Herren, Gud i Himlen, är väl missnöjd förstås.

Men, då säger Herren: Fattig bonddräng, kom hit.
Jag har sett din strävan och ditt eviga slit.
Därför, fattig bonddräng, är Du välkommen här.
Därför, fattig bonddräng, skall Du vara mig när.

Åh, jag, fattig bonddräng står så still inför Gud.
Och sen klär han på mig den mest snövita skrud.
Nu Du, säger Herren, är ditt arbete slut.
Nu Du, fattig bonddräng, nu får Du vila ut.


Har syngt den nesten hver eneste kveld for storebror i snart 6 år nå

[Hobbes]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av Lenam, her.

Hvorfor har jeg ikke lagt inn verdens beste sang her da?

Jag är fattig bonddräng, men jag lever ändå.
Dagar går och kommer, medan jag knogar på.
Harvar, sår och plöjer, mockar, gräver och bär.
Går bak mina oxar, hojtar visslar och svär.

Jag är fattig bonddräng, och jag tuggar mitt snus.
Och när lörda'n kommer, vill jag ta mig ett rus.
Sen, när jag blitt livad vill jag tampas och slåss.
Vila hos en flicka vill jag också, förstås.

Sen, då kommer sönda'n, och då vill våran präst,
att jag ska i kyrkan, men då sover jag mest.
Prästen kan väl sova hela måndagen men,
för en fattig bonddräng, börjar knoget igen.

Så går hela veckan, alla dagar och år.
Jag går med min lie, och jag plöjer och sår.
Jag kör mina oxar och jag hässjar mitt hö.
Harvar, gnor och trälar, och till sist ska jag dö.

Står där, fattig bonddräng framför Himmelens port.
Lite rädd och ledsen för de synder jag gjort.
Man ska inte supa, hålls med flickor och slåss.
Herren, Gud i Himlen, är väl missnöjd förstås.

Men, då säger Herren: Fattig bonddräng, kom hit.
Jag har sett din strävan och ditt eviga slit.
Därför, fattig bonddräng, är Du välkommen här.
Därför, fattig bonddräng, skall Du vara mig när.

Åh, jag, fattig bonddräng står så still inför Gud.
Och sen klär han på mig den mest snövita skrud.
Nu Du, säger Herren, är ditt arbete slut.
Nu Du, fattig bonddräng, nu får Du vila ut.

Å, denne er så flott. Særlig da Tommy sang den i begravelsen til Astrid Lindgren.

[Candy Darling]

Jeg gidder ikke å gå tilbake, så det er mulig til og med jeg selv har lagt den inn før, men siden jeg er down nostalgia lane i dag må jo denne med:

Martha (Tom Waits)

Operator, number, please:
It's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice
While I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost,
And I am calling long distance,
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more,
Now Martha please recall,
Meet me out for coffee,
Where we'll talk about it all.

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I feel so much older now,
And you're much older too,
How's your husband?
And how's the kids?
You know that I got married too?
Lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure,
'Cause we were all so young and foolish,
Now we are mature.

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I was always so impulsive,
I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha,
I love you can't you see?

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you...

[Maverick]

Jeg scrolla gjennom i går og så at vi har lagt inn det samme, Scarlettah. Surprised?

[Candy Darling]

Og som en motvekt, den vakre, vakre sangen av Rickiegirl:

Second time around (Rickie Lee Jones)

Love is wonderful, the second time around
Just as wonderful, with both feet on the ground
It’s that second time you hear your love song sung
Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted, is wasted on the young

Love’s more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can say, what brought us to this miracle we’ve found

There are those who’d bet
Love comes but once - and yet
I’m oh so glad we met
The second time around

Love’s more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can say, what rought us to this miracle we’ve found

There are those who’d bet
Love comes but once - and yet
I’m oh so glad we met
The second time around

[Skilpadda]

Det var fremdeles rom for morsomme sanger her også, ja? (YouTube-link fra tittelen.)


SHIPWRECKED (The Gothic Archies)

I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do
than be cast away on an island with you
No, I can't think of anything more heavenly
than to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you

I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do
than be cast away on an island with you

Far from distractions and matters of state
We can quit smoking and quickly lose weight
sleeping till noon and then staying up late
At latitude zero and longitude eight

I am a gentleman; should you get hurt
I'll make a tourniquet out of my shirt
You needn't do much, just sit there and flirt
And if it looks drizzly, I'll build us a yurt

I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do
And that's why I had to get rid of the crew
So I lopped off their heads and dropped them in the sea
just to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you

I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do
And that's why I decapitated the crew

How could I know there's no island nearby?
If I don't eat something soon, I'll just die
I wouldn't eat you, oh, never, not I
So let's catch a shark and I'll make us a pie

What shall we use for bait? Lend me a hand
I'll sew it back on when we get to land
But if the shark takes it, that would be grand
(because we won't starve to death, you understand)

I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't do
to end up shipwrecked on an island with you
No, there's nobody I wouldn't kill - nobody -
just to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you

I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't do
To end up shipwrecked on an island with you
Again

[Maverick]

Den er så kul, Skilpadda!

Jeg har fått referert en tekst jeg kan leve meg inn i.

"I hate traffic lights, I hate traffic lights, I hate traffic lights, especially when they're red
I love traffic lights, I love traffic lights, I love traffic lights, especially when they're green"