Sangtekster; legg inn den beste, morsomste, fineste etc. sangteksten du vet om!

[mocci]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av Kirsebær, her.

Depeche Mode har en hel haug av herlige tekster. Her er 'Freelove
Melodiene og tekstene til DM klaffer så vanvittig bra, og om man bare ligger på gulvet og lytter så blir man nesten litt forført. Man blir nesten litt beruset.

Tell me about it - Freelove er definitivt forførende.

[Vito]

Madrugada -

(Kilde: youtube.com)

Og sangen til meg og gubben -

(Kilde: youtube.com)

[Kirsebær]

Tekster!

[Didjeridust]

Denne synst eg er morosam:
(Køntrikomp)
I feel so lonesome
here in my saddle
since my horse died

[Che]

(Kilde: youtube.com)

"Länderna" av DoktorKosmos er saker. *nylig funnet fram gamle cd'er*

USA är fettmans Mecka
alla smala är inlåsta i små trånga utrymmen

I Finland säger alla finnar och oj var det sprit jag drack
jag trodde det var lite vatten

I Japan är alla effektiva
väldigt få har en personligheeet

I England är alla brudar fula
och ugly är ett superfint ord
som alla klottrar på förnäma väggar

(en gång, en gång till)

I Thailand är det horor
horor där är lika vanligt som
plastpåsar är i Sverige

Tyskarna i Tyskland säger Hitler vadå?
skulle han va knäpp?

I Afrika så ska man ha en annorlunda livsstil
om man inte har en annorlunda livsstil så är
hej hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då,
hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då, hej då

Länderna

Teksten i coveret er forøvrig lengre og enda bedre, men jeg gidder ikke skrive den ned...

[Divine]

Joni Mitchell: The Last Time I Saw Richard

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
You laugh, he says you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
They're two blue moons
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies
Just pretty lies, just pretty lies

He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close."
"Richard, you haven't really changed," I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombstones in your eyes, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, so sweet

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And I fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days

[Didjeridust]

Denne synst eg er veldig fin, og når han vert sungen av Min Elskede er det den aller, aller finaste sangteksten som finst

Kan jeg få gi deg en sang,
og samtidig dele den med deg
Et ønske jeg har, og jeg kjenner ditt svar.
Vi behøver ingen ord
Kan jeg få gi deg min tid,
og vil du så dele den med meg
Så trygt i forvar mitt hjerte du har,
og hvert sekund jeg er med deg
Så vet jeg at min drøm den er blitt sann

Et liv for meg, er et liv med deg
Blikkene jeg får, varmen fra din hånd,
tåren på ditt kinn det gjør
At et liv for meg, er et liv med deg
Og jeg vil alltid, alltid Elske deg

Kan jeg få gi deg en blomst,
en vakker og annerledes blomst
Den vokser et sted, bare du og jeg ser
Og hver morgen slår den ut
Kan jeg få gi deg en sang
som alltid skal klinge inni deg
Forsiktig med fri lyder vår melodi
Og når den stille flyter fram
så vet vi at vår drøm den er blitt sann

Et liv for meg, er et liv med deg
Blikkene jeg får, varmen fra din hånd,
tåren på ditt kinn det gjør
At et liv for meg, er et liv med deg
Og jeg vil alltid, alltid Elske deg

[Kirsebær]

Hva er det med meg om dagen, egentlig? Jeg er bare sippete og sånn. Jeg er jo egentlig en tøffing...

Den var fin, Didjeri.

[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.

[Enhjørning]

En kveld, etter en fin tur på byen.
Litt etter en veldig tung tid for meg, var det at en God Mann, som for første gang på veldig lenge hadde sett et glimt av den jeg var før Alt Det Vanskelige, satte på denne låta, plantet armen rundt skulderen min og sang inn i øret mitt:


She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters when everything is meaningless

Fragile
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away

I won't let you fall apart

She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
Hoping someone can see
If i could fix myseld i'd-
But it's too late for me

I wont let you fall apart

We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
...but they keep waiting
...and picking...

It's something i have to do
I was there, too
Before everyhting else
I was like you

(The Fragile, Nine Inch Nails.)

Akkurat da jeg trodde ingenting kunne få meg til å elske ham mer enn jeg allerede gjorde ...

[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