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

[Enhjørning]

Åh, kjære vene.
Hele denne lange, fine tråden - og så har jeg ikke lagt inn den aller fineste Europelåta i verden!?
Her er den - Hero:


(Kilde:
(Kilde:

(Kilde: youtube.com)

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it's not like I wouldnt dream, if you had not shown the way
it's not like I wouldnt fight, not knowing 'bout your life
it's not like I wouldnt stand right here with my friends
but you threw us all a line, when our days slipped away
you gave us of your time

'cause you were my hero, my Friday night
you wrote the soundtrack to my life
and gave me something to hold on to
when I was growing up you were the rock
in my life

it's not like I live my days by every word you spoke
like I'm up every night drinking with your ghost
it's not like I can't look back without moving on
but you threw us all a line when our days slipped away
you gave us of your time

'cause you were my hero, my Friday night
you wrote the soundtrack to my life
and gave us kids a chance to dream
days when I had enough, you were the rock
in my life
(solo)
you still throw me that line, as my days slip away
you give me of your time
You still my hero, my Friday night
You wrote the soundtrack to my life
You give me something to hold on to
As I'm still growing up you are the rock
In my life

( - Europe skrev den til sine helter generelt og Phil Lynott spesielt, men denne sangen kunne like gjerne vært fra meg til dem. )

[Skilpadda]

Der var en tråd også, ja. Og ingen har postet noe av Stephen Merritt?! Det går da ikke an. Jeg mener, man trenger ikke å ha kjærlighetssorg for at det skal stikke til av linjer som

I should have forgotten you long ago,
but you're in every song I know ...

(Kilde: youtube.com)

(Det er en fanvideo, altså, ikke bandets egen. )

Hele teksten:

The Magnetic Fields: Busby Berkeley Dreams (Busby Berkeley var en legendarisk Broadway-koreograf)

I should have forgotten you long ago
But you're in every song I know
Whining and pining is wrong and so
On and so forth, of course of course,
But no, you can't have a divorce

I haven't seen you in ages
But it's not as bleak as it seems
We still dance on whirling stages in my Busby Berkeley dreams
The tears have stained all the pages
Of my True Romance magazines
We still dance in my outrageously beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams

And now you want to leave me for good
I refuse to believe you could
You forget we're not made of wood
Well darling you may do your worst
Because you'll have to kill me first

I haven't seen you in ages
But it's not as bleak as it seems
We still dance on whirling stages in my Busby Berkeley dreams
The tears have stained all the pages
Of my True Romance magazines
We still dance in my outrageously beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams
Do you think it's dangerous
To have Busby Berkeley dreams?

[Bluen]

Jeg har alltid vært svak for denne sentimentale Rolling Stones-låta:

As Tears Go By

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by

My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by

[Skilpadda]

For ikke å snakke om denne (ignorer det teite bildet):

(Kilde: youtube.com)

The Magnetic Fields: It's Only Time

Why would I stop loving you
a hundred years from now?
It's only time (It's only time)
It's only time

What could stop this beating heart
once it's made a vow?
It's only time (It's only time)
It's only time

If rain won't change your mind,
let it fall
The rain won't change my heart
at all

Lock this chain around my hand,
throw away the key
It's only time (It's only time)
It's only time

Years falling like grains of sand
mean nothing to me
It's only time (It's only time)
It's only time

If snow won't change your mind
let it fall
The snow won't change my heart,
not at all

(I'll walk your lands)
I'll walk your lands
(And swim your sea)
And swim your sea

Marry me
Marry me

(Then in your hands)
Then in your hands
(I will be free)
I will be free

Marry me
Marry me

Why would I stop loving you
a hundred years from now?

[Veronal]

Enda mer Tom Lehrer ( ) som jeg synger rettsomdeter.



Poisoning Pigeons In The Park
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Ev'rything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo

We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them{ all }amid laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
It just takes a smidgen!
To poison a pigeon in the park.

[Skilpadda]

Tom Lehrer.

[Bluen]

Når jeg først er inne på barn - REMs The Wrong Child er også nydelig:

The Wrong Child

I've watched the children come and go
A late long march into spring
I sit and watch those children
Jump in the tall grass
Leap the sprinkler
Walk in the ground
Bicycle clothespin spokes
The sound the smell of swingset hands

I will try to sing a happy song
I'll try and make a happy game to play
Come play with me I whispered to my new found friend
Tell me what it's like to go outside
I've never been
Tell me what it's like to just go outside
I've never been
And I never will

I'm not supposed to be like this
I'm not supposed to be like this
But it's okay

Hey, those kids are looking at me
I told my friend myself
Those kids are looking at me
They're laughing and they're running over here
They're laughing and they're running over here
What do I do?
What can I do?
What should I do?
What do I say?
What can I say?

I said I'm not supposed to be like this
Let's try to find a happy game to play
Let's try to find a happy game to play
I'm not supposed to be like this
But it's okay, okay

[Mauser]

"Bird on the beach" av Eric Burdon er den aller aller fineste balladen jeg vet. Særlig etter at jeg fikk barn.





Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach
The winter sun was on the horizon
And we were both out of reach
She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise
Our souls were wet, yes Lord
From the incoming tide

She stopped and turned and looked at me
Lord, tears in her eyes
It's only a dead bird
And its soul has gone to the sky, yeah, yeah

Don't you know he's free
Not like you and me
That bird is free
Not like you and me

I never ever thought you would be so out of reach
And the lonely times have been like poison, child
I wish I could practise what I preach

Then I can release these feelings that I've been
Holding deep inside
I been missing you so much, baby
We only hear, there can be time
By then you will have forgotten
The little dead bird on the beach
But please don't forget your father, child
Because he's out of reach

I got a dream, baby
And my dream is
To be free
Freedom for you and me
I'm talking about freedom
Freedom for you and me

You hear my music in the wind
Hearbeat like the rolling tide
One thing you can be sure of my love
Wherever you go, I'll hold your love inside

And I told her, look baby
Even if he was living
And you could hold him in your hands
You'd still have to open up one of these days
And let that bird fly, free

She stopped and turned and looked at me,
Lord, with tears in her eyes
It's only a dead bird and its soul has gone to the sky
Don't you know he's free
Freedom for you and me
I'm talking about freedom, freedom
Freedom for you and me
To be free
It's all I need baby
It's all I dream about baby
To be free

[Gregster]

Jeg kjører på med det jeg spiller mye om dagen, nemlig Aimee Mann med 'Build That Wall' (Magnolia Soundtrack):

She's been a long time on the phone
Courting disaster in an undertone
She's feeling nostalgic
and feeling that fall
How could anyone ever fight it
Who could ever expect to fight it when she
Builds that Wall


Maybe it's one where time will tell
Maybe it's one where it's just fare-thee-well
I hear her coming
As she walks down the hall
How could anyone ever fight it
Who could ever expect to fight it when she
Builds that Wall


I know the choice is made
I can tell, I said
By your guilty face
And I never was one to fight it
How does anyone ever fight it

You couldn't pin this one on me
You knew my thoughts so far as I could see
Well, I'd say it's hopeless
But you make the call
'Cause I never was one to fight itG#m
And if given the chance I guess I'll learn to
Build That Wall

[torsk]

Tom Waits, Come on up to the House

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lackin'
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
You gotta come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
You got'ta come on up to the house

There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You got'ta come on up to the house

Doesn't life seem nasty,
brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Got'ta come on up to the house

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
You got'ta come on up to the house

There's nothin in the world
That you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you've been whipped by the forces
That are inside you
Gotta come on up to the house

Well you're high on top
Of your mountain of woe
Gotta come on up to the house
Well you know you should surrender
But you can't let it go
You gotta come on up to the house

Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
You gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the house

[Blåbær]

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

(Kilde: youtube.com)

[Blåbær]

Thurday night,
everythings fine,
Except youve got that look in your eyes,
when im Telling a story
nd you find it boring your thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with and then drop it
And you Humiliate me, infront of our friends.

Then i'll use that voice what you find annoyin' and say something like
"intelligent input darlin' why don't you just go and have another beer then?"

Then you call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarresed,
and i won't give a shit.

My fingertips are holiding onto the cracks in our foundations,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know its not right,
everytime that your upset and i smile
i know i should forget, but i can't.

You said i must eat so many lemons,
'cause i am so bitter.
I said "i'd rather be wth your frinds mate,
cause they are much fitter"

Yes it was childish
and you got agressive
and i must admitt that i was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
Ad everytime we fight,
i know its not right,
every time that your upset and i smile,
i know i should forget,
but i can't.

Your face is pasty,
'Cause you've gone and got so wasted,
what i suprise,
don't want to look at your face,
'cause its making me sick.

You've goe and got sick on my trainers,
I only got thease Yesterday.
Oh my gosh, i cannot be botherd with this.

Well i'll leave you there till the mornin',
and I perpously wont turn the heating on
and dear God, i hope i'm not stuck with this one.

My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight,
I know its not right,
every time that your upset and I smile,
I know I should forget,
but I can't.

And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

(Kilde: youtube.com)

[Maiden]

(Kilde:

(Kilde: youtube.com)

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Eg ser

Eg ser at du er trøtt, men eg kan ikkje gå alle skrittå for deg.
Du må gå de sjøl, men eg vil gå de med deg, eg vil gå de med deg.

Eg ser du har det vondt, men eg kan ikkje grina alle tårene for deg.
Du må grina de sjøl, men eg vil grina med deg, eg vil grina med deg.

Eg ser du vil gi opp, men eg kan ikkje leva livet for deg.
Du må leva det sjøl, men eg vil leva med deg, eg vil leva med deg.

Eg ser at du e' redd, men eg kan ikkje gå i døden for deg.
Du må smaka han sjøl, men eg gjer død til liv for deg, eg gjer død til liv for deg, eg gjer død til liv for deg, eg gjer død til liv for deg.

[Maiden]

(Kilde:
(Kilde:

(Kilde: youtube.com)

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John Lennon Mother Lyrics:
Mother, you had me but I never had you
I wanted you but you didn't want me
So I got to tell you
Goodbye goodbye
Father, you left me but
I never left you
I needed you but you didn't need me
So I just got to tell you
Goodbye goodbye
Children, don't do what I have done
I couldn't walk and I tried to run
So I got to tell you
Goodbye goodbye
Mama don't go
Daddy come home

[Skilpadda]

Og en kort, liten en også:

(Kilde: youtube.com)

The Magnetic Fields: The Cactus Where Your Heart Should Be

The cactus where your heart should be
has lovely little flowers
So though it's always pricking me
my ardor never sours

The cactus where your heart once was
has power to rend and flay
I stick because - I'm stuck, because -
I just can't tear myself away ...

[jannski]

Da har jeg lest gjennom hele tråden bare for å sjekke om den rareste og morsomste teksten jeg vet om var her. Og det var den ikke. Men nå er den her:

Du e læn
Du e frisker enn ei nyslått plæn
Og du e alltid parat
Te å vær min beste kamerat

Du e søt
Når du lægg ditt lille hode i bløt
Da e du rein marsipan
Sofa, divan, heisekran

Kunna gitt dæ et klapp på skuldra
Kunna gitt dæ et kyss på kinnet
Weiå!

Æ kunna spist ei pære
Ei lyspære
Sammen med dæ

Tida flyg
Du nekte for det si kalendern lyg
Du si at alt e som før
Sjøl om gamle venna dør

Kunna gitt dæ et spark i rævva
Kunna gitt dæ ei klyse midt i
Weiå!

Rappdappdaraprappdappdaraprappdappdadudlidapp
Rappdappdarapp Pære

Tre Små Kinesere: Kamerat Pære

[Enhjørning]

Åh, ja, Jannski - Kineserne har så mange vidunderlige tekster!
Denne her er også veldig, veldig søt:

På vei te kjøkkenet og en matbit da æ så
En liten lappe med et telefonnummer på
Og et navn, et guttenavn
Det va skrevve med ei vanlig kulepenn
(Bic og Ballograf, Bic, Ballograf e vanlig penn)
Men skrifta va itj vanlig, den va di min venn!
Ka skull æ tru
æ vart sjalu
æ vart sjalu, ja æ vart temmelig redd
For trudd du hadd nå hemmelig på gang
Va det en lapp helst itj skulla sje
Med navnet på den fyren du bedrar mæ med
På den fyren du bedrar mæ med

Snudd alt på hodet, bona fjæset, barbert gulv
(Tapetsere taket, takke tapetsereren pent)
æ villa dø men æ va sulten som en ulv
æ tænkt på hat
æ tænkt på mat
æ va på knærn, æ va temmelig sint
tok av røret fylt av svært vemmelig prat
Så slo nummeret og kæm snakka æ med?
Det va jo bare bror din, hei der kan du sje
Det va bror din æ snakka med

Du finn mæ i kjøleskapet
Sammen med melk og ost
Paprika, sitron og servelat
Grønn agurk og rød tomat
Grønn agurk og rød tomat

[Divine]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av jannski, her.

Du e læn
Du e frisker enn ei nyslått plæn
Og du e alltid parat
Te å vær min beste kamerat

Du e søt
Når du lægg ditt lille hode i bløt
Da e du rein marsipan
Sofa, divan, heisekran

Kunna gitt dæ et klapp på skuldra
Kunna gitt dæ et kyss på kinnet
Weiå!

Æ kunna spist ei pære
Ei lyspære
Sammen med dæ

Tida flyg
Du nekte for det si kalendern lyg
Du si at alt e som før
Sjøl om gamle venna dør

Kunna gitt dæ et spark i rævva
Kunna gitt dæ ei klyse midt i
Weiå!

Rappdappdaraprappdappdaraprappdappdadudlidapp
Rappdappdarapp Pære

Tre Små Kinesere: Kamerat Pære

Åååååh!!! Jeg ELSKER den sangen. Det er en sånn sang som jeg går og synger på i månedsvis i slengen til familiens store fortvilelse. Så har jeg en liten pause og så plutselig sitter den på hjernen igjen. Men den er jo så søøøøøt!

[LilleLeo]

Autumn Dawning - Unni Wilhelmsen. Finnes her.

AUTUMN DAWNING

Do you know Eve, the mother of all?
She pads around her garden. No neighbours, no walls.
Shes put her with free will. Atleast thats what we`re told.
And if holy men speaks differntly; their systems might apploud.

This morning theres a different viuw from her shelter beneeth the trees.
The paler shade of green is new, as far as she can see
And Eve calls Adam, her lover and friend.
The man God gave the key. She calls him again

Barefoot he is walking, with his bedroom look and all
The most handsome man on earth standing tall
-see the leafes, she sais. Convincing their golden lines
-and I was cold last night, hey baby, are you feeling allright?

Adam looks away.
A distant gaze in his eyes.
His cheeks are stale, his lips are dry.
He doesn`t reply

Time passes. Now yellow the trees.
Shes the first woman to ever see the river freeze
Butterflies dies. Birds out of sight.
And he hasn`t held her in his arms the past thirteen nights.

Next morning Eve finds her man
The sun is gone
Her eyes are sore, she is crying
What on earth is going on?

Then Adam speaks, and this were never spoken.
This words never heard since man had awoken.
-I dont.. love you... Anymore. I have to let you go

Fall had never been before
Winter had never stood before their door.
But now, ever so slow, Paradise is covered in snow

Fantastisk skildring på hvordan et forhold kan kjølne. Den dagen jeg virkelig hørte teksten, var jeg full av gåsehud, og kan ikke høre sangen uten å få det i ettertid.

[Kirsebær]

Eva Dahlgrens Egoism. :hulker:


Egoism

Hellre ett liv i en skog
Med dej där man är gömd
Än ett liv bland alla
Där man är glömd

Hellre en solig morgon
Med ditt ljus
Än en solig morgon
Alla utom du

Hundra tårar i min hand
Från dej
Än att du skrattar
I nån annans famn

Hellre hundra mil bort
Och jag vet var du är
Än att du är nära
Ändå inte här

Jag vill att du tror mej
En endaste gång
Försök förstå mej
Du gör dagen så lång
Så ändlöst lång

Jag kan höra dej skratta
Se din mun le
Dina ögon lever
Åh säg att du är med
Att vi delar samma resa
Och styr mot samma mål
Kom ta min hand
Vi gör världen till vår

Säj att du smeker min kind
För att du tycker om
Att jag kan ge av mej själv
Till den jag tycker om

För du kom med livet
Du ger och jag tar
Du kom med sommar'n

Du är allt jag har