Bästa låttexten någonsin?

[Crice]

För en tid sedan skapade jag ju en tråd bärandes namnet "Sämsta låttexten någonsin?", men den här är annorlunda. Här ska ni publicera eran favorittext, från valfri låt. Ett tips är även att markera den delen av texten som faller er bäst i smaken.

Mitt val blir Bob Dylan - Desolation Row. Dylan är ju känd som rockpoeternas konung, och han visar verkligen varför i låtar som denna. Det stod faktiskt mellan den här låten och "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" av samma artist, men den här tilltalar mig mer.

Text:

They're selling postcards of the hanging

They're painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors

The circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner

They've got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker

The other is in his pants

And the riot squad they're restless

They need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight

From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy

"It takes one to know one," she smiles

And puts her hands in her back pockets

Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he's moaning

"You Belong to Me I Believe"

And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend

You better leave"

And the only sound that's left

After the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up

On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden

The stars are beginning to hide

The fortunetelling lady

Has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel

And the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love

Or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing

He's getting ready for the show

He's going to the carnival tonight

On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window

For her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday

She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic

She wears an iron vest

Her profession's her religion

Her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon

Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking

Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood

With his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago

With his friend, a jealous monk

He looked so immaculately frightful

As he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off sniffing drainpipes

And reciting the alphabet

Now you would not think to look at him

But he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin

On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world

Inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients

They're trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser

She's in charge of the cyanide hole

And she also keeps the cards that read

"Have Mercy on His Soul"

They all play on penny whistles

You can hear them blow

If you lean your head out far enough

From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains

They're getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera

A perfect image of a priest

They're spoonfeeding Casanova

To get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him with self-confidence

After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls

"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know

Casanova is just being punished for going

To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents

And the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone

That knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory

Where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders

And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles

By insurance men who go

Check to see that nobody is escaping

To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune

The Titanic sails at dawn

And everybody's shouting

"Which Side Are You On?"

And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot

Fighting in the captain's tower

While calypso singers laugh at them

And fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea

Where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much

About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday

(About the time the door knob broke)

When you asked how I was doing

Was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention

Yes, I know them, they're quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces

And give them all another name

Right now I can't read too good

Don't send me no more letters no

Not unless you mail them

From Desolation Row

[De sektioner som jag gillar mest har jag fetmarkerat.]

Jag kan nog inte föreställa mig att en vackrare text någonsin har skrivits. Försök att övertyga mig. Bwahaha.

[Mathias]

Hammerfall - Destined for glory

Once upon a time in a forlorn land,

a man on a mission was left at fates hand

In his eyes you could see the whites turn red

Surrounded by evil, abandoned for dead

Born on the run by the sign of the sun

A mail-clad warrior, the chosen one

His name's been cursed, he is bound to fail

A wandering spirit with the will to prevail

By the sign of the moon,

he swore the oath to fight alone

Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory

But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall

He still can recall his father's words

"Don't loose your faith, let your voice be heard"

Echoes from the past will lead him on

By these words of honor, shine like the sun

By the sign of the moon

He swore the oath to fight alone

Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory

But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall

Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory

But fight without soul and you will loose it all

The prophecies spoke of a wandering man

Skilled with steel, black as the night

Normally veiled from the mortal eyes

His hammer arose like a magic force

With a gaze that turned everything into stone

the warrior spoke, "I am the one"

Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory

But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall

Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory

But fight without soul and you will loose it all

Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory

But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall

Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory

But fight without soul and you will loose it all

[Streetwave]

Nähä men skit i det då. Hihi.

Såhär på rak arm tänker jag Popsicle - The sweetest relief

[GTApimpfoolife]

Det här är läskigt svårt. Men det får bli en litan överraskning.

Iron Maiden - Rime of The Ancient Mariner

Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner

See his eye as he stops one of three

Mesmerises one of the wedding guests

Stay here and listen to the nightmares

of the Sea

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by

Caught by his spell and

the Mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice

To a place where nobody's been

Through the snow fog flies on the albatross

Hailed in God's name,

hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the North

Through the fog and ice and

the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen

His shipmates cry against what he's done

But when the fog clears, they justify him

And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and North across the sea

Sailing on and on and North 'till all is calm

The albatross begins with its vengeance

A terrible curse a thirst has begun

His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner

About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on at sea

And the curse goes on and on for them and me.

"Day after day, day after day,

we stuck nor breath nor motion

As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean

Water, water everywhere and

all the boards did shrink

Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."

[sAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)]

There, calls the mariner

there comes a ship over the line

But how can she sail with no wind

in her sails and no tide.

See... onward she comes

Onwards she nears, out of the sun

See... she has no crew

She has no life, wait but there's two

Death and she Life in Death,

they throw their dice for the crew

She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.

Then ... crew one by one

They drop down dead, two hundred men

She... She, Life in Death.

She lets him live, her chosen one.

[NARRATIVE]

"One after one by the star dogged moon,

too quick for groan or sigh

Each turned his face with a ghastly pang

and cursed me with his eye

Four times fifty living men

(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),

With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,

they dropped down one by one."

[sAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)]

The curse it lives on in their eyes

The Mariner he wished he'd die

Along with the sea creatures

But they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of moon

He prays for their beauty not doom

With heart he blesses them

God's creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break

The albatross falls from his neck

Sinks down like lead into the Sea

Then down in falls comes the rain.

Hear the groans od the long dead seamen

See them stir and they start to rise

Bodies lifted by good spirits

None of them speak

and they're lifeless in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again

Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted

And the Mariner sights his home

Spirits go from the long dead bodies

Form their own light and

the Mariner's left alone

And then a boat came sailing towards him

It was a joy he could not believe

The Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit

Penance of life will fall onto Him.

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea

And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins

The Mariner's bound to tell of his story

To tell his tale wherever he goes

To teach God's Håller med till 100%! by his own example

That we must love all things that God made.

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man

And the tale goes on and on and on.

[jaeger]

Ojojoj vad många låtar som ploppade upp

Guns N' Roses - Coma

Text:

Hey you caught me in a coma

And I don't think I wanna

Ever come back to this...world again

Kinda like it in a coma

'Cause no one's ever gonna

Oh, make me come back to this...world again

Now I feel as if I'm floating away

I can't feel all the pressure

And I like it this way

But my body's callin'

My body's callin'

Won't ya come back to this...world again

Suspended deep in a sea of black

I've got the light at the end

I've got the bones on the mast

Well I've gone sailin', I've gone sailin'

I could leave so easily

While friends are calling back to me

I said they're

They're leaving it all up to me

When all I needed was clarity

And someone to tell me

What the fuck is going on

Goddamn it!

Slippin' farther an farther away

It's a miracle how long we can stay

In a world our minds created

In a world that's full of shit

Help me

Help me

Help me

Help me

Bastard

Please understand me

I'm climbin' through the wreckage

Of all my twisted dreams

But this cheap investigation just can't

stifle all my screams

And I'm waitin' at the crossroads

Waiting for you

Waiting for you

Where are you

No one's gonna bother me anymore

No one's gonna mess with my head no more

I can't understand what all the fightin's for

But it's so nice here down off the shore

I wish you could see this

'Cause there's nothing to see

It's peaceful here and it's fine with me

Not like the world where I used to live

I never really wanted to live

Zap him again

Zap the son of a bitch again

Ya live your life like it's a coma

So won't you tell me why we'd wanna

With all the reasons you give it's

It's kinda hard to believe

But who am I to tell you that I've seen

any reason why you should stay

Maybe we'd be better off without you anyway

You got a one way ticket

On your last chance ride

Gotta one way ticket

To your suicide

Gotta one way ticket

An there's no way out alive

An all this crass communication

That has left you in the cold

Isn't much for consolation

When you feel so weak and old

But is home is where the heart is

Then there's stories to be told

No you don't need a doctor

No one else can heal your soul

Got your mind in submission

Got your life on the line

But nobody pulled the trigger

They just stepped aside

They be down by the water

While you watch 'em waving goodbye

They be callin' in the morning

They be hangin' on the phone

They be waiting for an answer

When you know nobody's home

And when the bell's stopped ringing

It was nobody's fault but your own

There were always ample warnings

There were always subtle signs

And you would have seen it comin'

But we gave you too much time

And when you said that no one's listening

Why'd your best friend drop a dime

Sometimes we get so tired of waiting

For a way to spend our time

An "It's so easy" to be social

"It's so easy" to be cool

Yeah it's easy to be hungry

When you ain't got shit to lose

And I wish that I could help you

With what you hope to find

But I'm still out here waiting

Watching reruns of my life

When you reach the point of breaking

Know it's gonna take some time

To heal the broken memories

That another man would need

Just to survive

Guns N' Roses - Estranged

Text:

When you're talkin to yourself

And nobody's home

You can fool yourself

You came in this world alone

(Alone)

So nobody ever told you baby

How it was gonna be

So what'll happen to you baby

Guess we'll have to wait and see

One, two

Old at heart but I'm only 28

And I'm much too young

To let love break my heart

Young at heart but it's getting much too late

To find ourselves so far apart

I don't know how you're s'posed

To find me lately

An what more could you ask from me

How could you say that I never needed you

When you took everything

Said you took everything from me

Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait

When no one I know can seem to help me now

Old at heart but I musn't hesitate

If I'm to find my own way out

Still talkin' to myself and nobody's home

(Alone)

So nobody ever told us baby

How it was gonna be

So what'll happen to us baby

Guess we'll have to wait and see

When I find out all the reasons

Maybe I'll find another way

Find another day

With all the changing seasons of my life

Maybe I'll get it right next time

An now that you've been broken down

Got your head out of the clouds

You're back down on the ground

And you don't talk so loud

An you don't walk so proud

Any more, and what for

Well I jumped into the river too many times

to make it home

I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone

If it doesn't show give it time

To read between the lines

'Cause I see the storm getting closer

And the waves they get so high

Seems everything We've ever known's here

Why must it drift away and die

I'll never find anyone to replace you

Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time

Oh this time

Without you

I knew the storm was getting closer

And all my friends said I was high

But everything we've ever known's here

I never wanted it to die

Guns N' Roses - November Rain

Text:

When I look into your eyes

I can see a love restrained

But darlin' when I hold you

Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothin' lasts forever

And we both know hearts can change

And it's hard to hold a candle

In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time

Just tryin' to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go

An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today

Walking away

If we could take the time to lay it on the line

I could rest my head

Just knowin' that you were mine

All mine

So if you want to love me

then darlin' don't refrain

Or I'll just end up walkin'

In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own

Do you need some time...all alone

Everybody needs some time...on their own

Don't you know you need some time...all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart

When even friends seem out to harm you

But if you could heal a broken heart

Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my

own Sometimes I need some time...all alone

Everybody needs some time...on their own

Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside

And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh

I know that you can love me

When there's no one left to blame

So never mind the darkness

We still can find a way

'Cause nothin' lasts forever

Even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody

Don't ya think that you need someone

Everybody needs somebody

You're not the only one

You're not the only one

[virre cool]

Bob Dylan - The hurricane

Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall

She sees the bartender in a pool of blood

Cries out "My God they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

For something that he never done

Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

Three bodies lying there does Patty see

And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously

"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands

"I was only robbing the register I hope you understand

I saw them leaving" he says and he stops

"One of us had better call up the cops"

And so Patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing

In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around

Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that

In Patterson that's just the way things go

If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street

'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around

He said "I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head

Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead"

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in

Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs

The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye

Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !"

Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

For something that he never done

Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

Four months later the ghettos are in flame

Rubin's in South America fighting for his name

While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?"

"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"

"You think you'd like to play ball with the law ?"

"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?"

"Don't forget that you are white".

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"

Cops said "A boy like you could use a break

We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello

Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow

You'll be doing society a favor

That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

He ain't no Gentleman Jim".

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much

It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay

And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise

Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail

But then they took him to the jailhouse

Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance

The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger

No one doubted that he pulled the trigger

And though they could not produce the gun

The DA said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried

The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified

Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man

Be in the palm of some fool's hand ?

To see him obviously framed

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell

That's the story of the Hurricane

But it won't be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he's done

Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world

[Frenzy]

Håller med Crice, men det är nog inte den bästa.

Återkommer.

[Plaisir]

Det är lätt System of A Down - Fuck the system.. eller F*** the system

[Tija]

Måste man ta den som man tycker är allra bäst? Jag tycker en av de bästa är

Dammsugarpåssången

av och med Valle Westesson

Jag ska sluta höra av mig till min mamma

Radera alla nummer i min telefon

och säg till min tjej att mig gör det detsamma

om hon stannar eller sticker härifrån

jag ska låta mina blommor dö av torka

låta maten mögla i mitt skafferi

jag ska testa hur länge man kan orka

bära badmössa med skorpioner i

jag ska tatuera in ett hakkors i min panna

eller skära in den med en rostig kniv

åka på semester sen och stanna

i jerusalem eller telavi

ni kommer se mig där jag ligger och blir kall och blek och stel

i min kista alldeles still

om ni inte tar ert ansvar om ni gör så jag får fel

dammsugarpåsar en gång till

jag ska bränna mig med tomtebloss på magen

rycka av mina naglar med en tång

hänga runt med pedofiler och bli tagen

in i finkan och blir påsatt under tvång

ta laxermedel tills dess att jag blir van

att väta byxorna både bak och fram

jag ska visa mig med gåstavar på stan

jag ska titta på matlagningsprogram

ni kommer se mig där jag ligger och blir kall och blek och stel

i min kista alldeles still

om ni inte tar ert ansvar, om ni gör så jag får fel

dammsugarpåsar en gång till

Jorå, jag är seriös... Älskar den låten...

[GrandTheftCarl]

Hallelujah - leonard cohen

subterranean homesick alien - radiohead

hurricane - bob dylan

Eftersom alla tongivande på det här forumets musikavdelning vekar vara helt sålda på dylan kan man ju lika gärna ta med ett av hans smarta texter. Förstår dcok inte riktigt hur man kan ha honom som favoritartist så han visserligen gjort mycket bra genom åren men samtidigt gjort många snedtramp. Radiohead är sjukt underskattade då det kommer till texter och subterranean är sjukt bra om man känner till Thom Yorks (sångaren) tragiska liv. Hallelujah behöver inga närmre förklaringar då de flesta har hört den vid det här laget, om än jeff buckleys variant.

[Crice]

Eftersom alla tongivande på det här forumets musikavdelning vekar vara helt sålda på dylan kan man ju lika gärna ta med ett av hans smarta texter. Förstår dcok inte riktigt hur man kan ha honom som favoritartist så han visserligen gjort mycket bra genom åren men samtidigt gjort många snedtramp.

Vi kan säga såhär; innan Dylan började experimentera med sin religion, och till slut gick så långt att han ställde upp på underklädesreklamer, visade han hur mycket musik faktiskt kan betyda. Det är inte utan att man undrar om dagens Dylan verkligen är samma person som dåtidens. "Love and Theft"-albumet gick att lyssna på, men det var fan inte bra. "Blonde on Blonde" och "Highway 61 Revisited", tillsammans med flera andra av hans album, är dock bland de bästa skivor som någonsin producerats.

Så visst, Dylan idag är inte mycket att hurra för. Dåtidens Dylan lever som tur är kvar genom den mästerliga musiken han skapat.

[BroDD]

Går ju inte att välja, finns många texter som är bra

Dom flesta tar säkert inte ens bästa låttexten dom vet utan texten från deras favoritlåt

[The Dude]

Haha nog för att Hurricane är lång men 11 verser kunde jag inte tro. Fan va äg

Har lyssnat på den låten ett stort antal gånger nu och den är mumma.

Stuck Inside A Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again är ju också en Dylanlåt med galet många verser på. Har för mig att Crice sa att texten var på den låten var underbar men jag förstår det inte riktigt..

Annars har Talking World War III Blues, med samma artist, en väldigt fyndig text:

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,

I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,

I went to the doctor the very next day

To see what kinda words he could say.

He said it was a bad dream.

I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,

They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.

I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain."

He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane,"

He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"

As I landed on the psychiatric couch,

He said, "Tell me about it."

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast,

It was all over by quarter past.

I was down in the sewer with some little lover

When I peeked out from a manhole cover

Wondering who turned the lights on.

Well, I got up and walked around

And up and down the lonesome town.

I stood a-wondering which way to go,

I lit a cigarette on a parking meter

And walked on down the road.

It was a normal day.

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell

And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,

"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man."

A shotgun fired and away I ran.

I don't blame them too much though,

I know I look funny.

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand

I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend,

I guess there's just us two."

He screamed a bit and away he flew.

Thought I was a Communist.

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,

"Let's go and play Adam and Eve."

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'

When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',

You see what happened last time they started."

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown

And there was nobody aroun',

I got into the driver's seat

And I drove 42nd Street

In my Cadillac.

Good car to drive after a war.

Well, I remember seein' some ad,

So I turned on my Conelrad.

But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill,

So the radio didn't work so well.

Turned on my player-

It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin',

"Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,

Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue,

I needed somebody to talk to.

So I called up the operator of time

Just to hear a voice of some kind.

"When you hear the beep

It will be three o'clock,"

She said that for over an hour

And I hung it up.

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then,

Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams,

But mine was a little different you see.

I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me.

I didn't see you around."

Well, now time passed and now it seems

Everybody's having them dreams.

Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else.

Half of the people can be part right all of the time,

Some of the people can be all right part of the time.

But all the people can't be all right all the time

I think Abraham Lincoln said that.

"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"

I said that.

[Moongoose]

Kommer ej på alla, finns så många

Tar den bästa jag lyssnade på senast:

John Lennon - Happy Xmas (War is over)

So this is Xmas

And what have you done

Another year over

And a new one just begun

And so this is Xmas

I hope you have fun

The near and the dear one

The old and the young

A very Merry Xmas

And a happy New Year

Let's hope it's a good one

Without any fear

And so this is Xmas (war is over)

For weak and for strong (if you want it)

For rich and the poor ones (war is over)

The world is so wrong (if you want it)

And so happy Xmas (war is over)

For black and for white (if you want it)

For yellow and red ones (war is over)

Let's stop all the fight (now)

A very Merry Xmas

And a happy New Year

Let's hope it's a good one

Without any fear

And so this is Xmas (war is over)

And what have we done (if you want it)

Another year over (war is over)

A new one just begun (if you want it)

And so happy Xmas (war is over)

We hope you have fun (if you want it)

The near and the dear one (war is over)

The old and the young (now)

A very Merry Xmas

And a happy New Year

Let's hope it's a good one

Without any fear

War is over, if you want it

War is over now

Happy Xmas

[Frenzy]

Ebba grön - häng gud.

Gud e fascist

Gud e rasist

För gud gillar inte fattiga

O gud gillar inte svartingar

O inte fan gillar han dig

Han har glömt dig för länge sen

Häng gud...

Gud e egoist

Gud javisst

Med präster o påvar har han lurat miljoner

Med bibeln har han skapat traditioner

Har han några känslor för nån

O förresten är det en han eller hon

Häng gud...

[StellHell]

Instrumentalt ftw.

Musik ska lyssnas på inte anuliseras.

[Pico]

Tänker inte spela Allan genom att posta någon Dylan-rökare eller dylikt... detta är en skön, kort och memorabel klassiker av McCartney.

When you were young

and your heart was an open book

You used to say live and let live

you know you did

you know you did

you know you did

But if this ever changing world

in which we live in

Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die

Live and let die

What does it matter to ya'

When ya' got a job to do

Ya' got to do it well

You got to give the other fella hell

You used to say live and let live

you know you did

you know you did

you know you did

But if this ever changing world

in which we live in

Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die

Live and let die

Denna är icke att förglömma heller.

He lost his mind today

He left it out back on the highway

On "65"

She loved him yesterday

Yesterday's over

I said okay

That's all right

Time moves on

That's the way

We live an hope to see the next day

That's all right

Sometimes these things they are so easy

Sometimes these things they are so cold

Sometimes these things just seem to rip you right in two

Oh no man don't let 'em get ta you

She loved him yesterday

He laid her sister

She said O.K.

An that's all right

Buried her things today

Way back out deep

Behind the driveway

And that's all right

Sometimes these women are so easy

Sometimes these women are so cold

Sometimes these women seem to rip you right in two

Only if you let 'em get to you

Ya get out on your own

And you/take all that you own

And you/forget about your home

And then you're/just fuckin' gone

There's no logic here today

Do as you got to, go your own way

I said that's right

Time's short your life's your own

And in the end

We are just

DUST N' BONES

[pKz]

KISS - I was made for lovin' you.

[okka]

Svår fråga, men jag kom snabbt och tänka på olika The Smiths-låtar; frågan är bara vilken.

The Smiths - I Know It's Over

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

And as I climb into an empty bed

Oh well. Enough said.

I know it's over - still I cling

I don't know where else I can go

Oh ...

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

See, the sea wants to take me

The knife wants to slit me

Do you think you can help me ?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy

Handsome groom, give her room

Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly

(Though she needs you

More than she loves you)

And I know it's over - still I cling

I don't know where else I can go

Over and over and over and over

Over and over, la ...

I know it's over

And it never really began

But in my heart it was so real

And you even spoke to me, and said :

"If you're so funny

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

And if you're so clever

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

If you're so very entertaining

Then why are you on your own tonight ?

If you're so very good-looking

Why do you sleep alone tonight ?

I know ...

'Cause tonight is just like any other night

That's why you're on your own tonight

With your triumphs and your charms

While they're in each other's arms..."

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes strength to be gentle and kind

Over, over, over, over

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes guts to be gentle and kind

Over, over

Love is Natural and Real

But not for you, my love

Not tonight, my love

Love is Natural and Real

But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

Sen finns det andra klassiker som är textfavoriter. På rak hand kan jag nämna There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, What Difference Does it Make?, How Soon Is Now?, This Charming Man och That Joke Isn't Funny Any More (underbar text om att förlora oskulden).

Bob Dylan är annars en trevlig prick i dessa sammanhang.

[dangerboy]

Staten och kapitalet- Blå tåget/Ebba Grön

Keops Pyramid- Hoolabandola band

Jeremy-Pearl Jam

We are 138- Misfits

PK/ Poliskonstapel- Totalt Jävla Mörker

Countess Bathory- Venom