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[cupocoffee]

Tom Waits kan være skummel noen ganger!

 

 

 

 

You can hang me in a bottle like a cat

Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat

Where the wailing of a baby

Meets the footsteps of the dead

We're all mad here

 

As the devil sticks his flag into the mud

Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd

Hell is such a lonely place

And your big expensive face will never last

 

And you'll die with the rose still on your lips

And in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips

And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine

We're all mad here

 

And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain

And we're all inside a decomposing train

And your eyes will die like fish

And the shore of your face will turn to bone

 

 

Endret 3. oktober 2009 av cupocoffee

[Uncle Albert]

 

 

So I sat in the attic

A piano at my nose

And the wind played a dreadful cantata

 

Sore was I from the crack of an enemy's hose

And the horrible sound of tomato

 

Ketchup

Soup and puree

Don't get left behind

 

When a rattle of rats had awoken

The sinews, the nerves and the veins

My piano was boldly outspoken

in attempts to repeat its refrain

 

So I stood with a knot in my stomach

And I gazed at that terrible sight

Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel

Sucking monkberry moon delight

 

Monkberry moon delight

Monkberry moon delight

 

Well, I know my banana is older than the rest

And my hair is a tangled beretta

When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest

And I don't get the gist of your letter

 

Catch up

Cats and kittens

Don't get left behind

 

Monkberry moon delight

Monkberry moon delight

 

Paul McCartney, ass...

[zeltex]

Monkberry moon delight var veldig fancy!

 

edit: andre McCartney sanger som ligner?

Endret 3. oktober 2009 av zeltex

[someOen]

Momus - The Guitar Lesson.

 

 

The pupil is twelve, attractive, withdrawn

In a midnight blue school uniform

Lips just a little too full for her face

Distant eyes full of space

In her posture no trace of coquette

No defiance

 

She fingers the frets looking forlorn

Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn

Starts as her mother comes into the room

And the afternoon grows still

And her mother feels chill

Shivers and buttons her coat

 

I gently correct the curve of her back

And open her book in the now-empty flat

At the classical piece I've had her prepare

And her arms are bare as she plays

And I draw back behind her ear

A few strands of hair gone astray

 

She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done

I turn it around between finger and thumb

We sit face to face and it seems to me that

Her face is the face of a cat

And touching the place where her breasts will be

I press my hand flat

 

She comes into my lap, I turn her around

Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground

Her skirt travels up under my palm

But the pupil sits looking so calm

As if listening to the distant sound

Of a burglar alarm

 

What happened next it's hard to recall

The guitar lesson left no traces at all

Now, from afar, it seems to resemble

A strange composition in oil

Of a man, a guitar, and an innocent little girl

 

 

Ugghhh creepy.

[ΣΙΝΔΡΕ]

Er vel kanskje ikke den sykeste teksten, men lurer på hvordan noen kan komme på å skrive en tekst om at man finner morra til kompisen sin død i grøfta

Suicidal Tendencies - I Saw Your Mommy (1993)

 

Lyrics:

 

 

 

Yesterday as I went out of the house

I saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse

She was lying face down in the sewer

What you do-I got up closer and realized that I knew her

What you see-All her organs coming from her inside

That's nasty-Slashed up skin, sliced-up hide

Tell me some more-Turned her over and saw the tire tracks on her head

Then what-That's when I realized she was dead

 

[CHORUS]

Twisted body, chopped-off feet

her body was minced meat

Bust crawling on her arms

She's dead can't do no harm

Gnarled-up legs, broken and bent

Her last breath has been spent

 

I wonder how much you had to pay

To get your mom killed in such a bloody way

 

I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

I watched her as she bled

Well she had-Chewed-off toes on her chopped-off feet

Say what?-I took a picture 'cause I thought it was neat

That's cold-But the thing I like seeing the best

What's that-Was the rodents using her hair as a nest

Damn-I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

 

[CHORUS]

 

I know it is your allowance that you'll really miss

But make it look good at her funeral and give her a kiss

 

I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead

I saw her lying in a pool of read-And she doesn't know how to swim

I think it's the greatest thing I'll ever see-What's that?

Your dead mommy lying in front of me

I'll always remember her lying dead on the floor

I hope she dies twenty times more

 

I saw your mommy and your mommy is dead

I saw your mommy and your mommy is dead

I saw her, I saw her...mommy

I saw your mommy

 

[Uncle Albert]

Monkberry moon delight var veldig fancy!

 

edit: andre McCartney sanger som ligner?

Bare å høre på resten av Ram det. Eventuelt kan man gå løs på Beatles diskografien. Jeg anbefaler Sgt. Peppers, Revolver og Abbey Road.

Endret 3. oktober 2009 av walløe

[Getingar]

Pedofilduon Woi har skrivit en hel del sjuka texter.

Piskar ut mitt hat

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rijaKPRXQUg

Dina klor sjunker djupare

Djupare i mitt inflammerade sinne

I den ständiga kampen

Som lämnar allt rent förött

Luvenis

Hur kan jag vinna

då dag och natt slits tu av begär

i dett ruttna träsk som du lämnar

då du själen förtär

 

Jag piskar dig

Slär dig

Skriker ut mitt hat

Skriker ut min längtan

Är det kärlek att lida så?

 

Du förtjänar samma lidande...

som du utsätter mig för

Men ditt namn bör vara

Legion

Jag drunknar i ditt kött

 

Varje slag tusen åter

men varje blick obesvarad

En dag kommer du att titta på mig

med skräckblandad tjusning

lysande ur dina vemodigt döda ögon

Tvåfaldig Vikt Är En Styggelse För Herren

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcKTu3J2Fj8

[...]

Jag får nästan erektion när jag föreställer mig hur en kula penetrerar dig. Kanske ditt svulstiga lår, rätt igenom, så att du grisaktigt måste skrika som färdig för slakt. Fast ingen gillar väl produkter med din fetthalt. Fan vad du stinker. Stinker rädsla så. Eller är det kanske ånger?

Vad du än må känna så är det för sent nu. Situationen du befinner dig i har du själv satt dig i. Och jag önskar från djupet av mitt universum att din dödskamp skall bli utdraget lång.

 

För var minut jag känt mig äcklad av dig skall jag se till att du får uppleva en livstid av ofattbar smärta. Känner du rakbladet, det är hyfsat vasst va?

Jag låter bladet med visst tryck spela över din hjässa.

Så vackert att få se blodet tränga fram ur den smala skåran. Som om blodet hölls fångat i tjockskalligheten. Därefter går bladet över ögonbrynet så att ögat inte får så klar sikt. Sen tar jag i lite hårdare och "aj aj".

Höger näsvinge separerad.

Och sen över dina tjocka läppar så att blodet täcker hela hälften av ditt ansikte. Du försöker skrika. Det bildas blodsalivsbubblor till följd av din vanvettsjämmer. Det kittlar inom mig när jag ser din kraftiga hals mer nervöst blodpumpade ådror. Så gärna, så gärna vill jag öppna dig.

 

Ett snitt i livet räls och jag får se ditt dumma väsen till människa snabbt tyna bort - förblöda bort. Jag hatar dig! Jag vet att du någonstans i fetmans kropp bär en penis. En skamkuk som får var blick att rodnande avvika. Den penisen skall bort. Avlägsnas medan du fortfarande är i liv. Jag skall skända dig både före och efter din död och det låter jag dig få veta.

 

Njuta skall jag. Njuta!

 

Undra hur länge det tar för en person att förblöda bara genom ansiktssnitt? Nu börjar jag. Först skall jag dra ut dina tänder, sen dina naglar, peta ut ögonen. spräcka trumhinnorna, pulverisera testiklarna, krossa knäskålarna, knäcka käken, bryta ryggen och samtliga revben. Nu blir det klart för mig hur jag skall döda dig; Knytnävsslag mot ditt hjärta till det stannar.

 

Satan om detta offer har en själv, fånga!

Fånga!

[zeltex]

Monkberry moon delight var veldig fancy!

 

edit: andre McCartney sanger som ligner?

Bare å høre på resten av Ram det. Eventuelt kan man gå løs på Beatles diskografien. Jeg anbefaler Sgt. Peppers, Revolver og Abbey Road.

 

Syns ikke resten av Ram ligner, og det var det som gjorde denne så veldig fancy. Revolution og St. Peppers loney heart club band er eneste som er nære. Men kan jo se litt mer rundt

[weebl]

Anal - I sold your dog to a Chinese restaurant

 

er overaska over at ingen har nevt disse enda.

tror ikke de har en eneste låt som ikke er helt forstyrra

 

Se filmen hos Youtube

 

 

38. I Sold Your Dog To A Chinese Restaurant

 

I was on my way to turn in illegal aliens to the INS

And your stupid fucking dog was barking at me

It sounded like a singer from a gay death metal band

I wanted to kick it in the fucking face

 

[Chorus:]

I sold your dog to a Chinese restaurant [x4]

 

After I beat the fucking shit out of it

I wanted to throw it through your fucking window

But I needed money to buy some more whiskey

So I sold it to a Chinese restaurant

 

[Chorus]

 

Your family ordered a pu pu platter

You didn’t know what you were eating

It was your fucking gay faithful dog

While you were at the restaurant I lit your house on fire

 

 

[DeNile]

Aborted kan ha noen fine tekster fra tid til annen.

 

Aborted - Avarice Of Vilification

 

Se filmen hos Youtube

 

Tekst

 

 

Callous aberrations pour into my mind

I perceive, I bleed

Yet all facets of existence are absent in me

A myriad of dissilience, void of contempt

Slithering through life like a lecherous mongrel, a parasite

 

I deface the norm

The shell from which you are born

 

Avarice of vilification, distorted and skewed

The degrading of vermin an intoxicating brew

Human emotion a burden I gladly trade

Merely collateral to my relentless rage

 

Carelessly torn asunder

Pushed to a corner, phrenetic lash-back

Pulled down under, societal misfit

Callousness taking control

Tremendous rancour

I demonstrate my grand desperation

 

Dedicated to corrupt life

A castigation junkie, anomaly

Distort and nullify

Proactive in perpetuate slander

 

Can't restrict from this urge to deride

Can't resist the impulse to vilify

 

Tremendous rancour

Callousness taking control

I demonstrate my grand desperation

 

Dedicated to corrupt life

A castigation junkie, anomaly

Distort and nullify

Proactive in perpetuate slander

 

Avarice of vilification

 

 

Ellers synes jeg alltid at enkelte Deicide sanger har vært svært bra skrevet.

 

Deicide - When Heaven Burns

 

 

Tekst

 

 

Wonder and wait as I stare at the cross,

Thinking in ways that have Christ at a loss,

Kick your ass out through the lord's pearly gates,

When heaven burns and engulfed into flame.

Blasphemes villain, the killings begin,

Murdering Christians and torturing them,

Conquering churches and slaughtering lambs,

Doing it all for my love of Satan... (I love you Satan, my lord)

Bring death to your god; tear apart his begotten son,

Christian you are dead, fucking kill every one of them,

Drop down in defeat, retribution of hypocrisy,

In life is unknown, after here I will own your soul.

Death to god banished and burned to incite the invert,

Blasphemy.... When heavens burns we inherit the earth,

No more lies, churches and crosses confusing the mind,

 

Agony watching them burn in their righteous empire,

When heaven burns I will dance in its fire!!!!!!!

Drop dead hyraces, paradise has begun to bleed,

Give praise to the lord, over run in the face of war,

Christian wait with death, heaven burns into nothingness.

Satan on his throne rejoice in returning home.

End of god, when heaven burns it will fall to the earth,

Watch it burn angels on fire and screaming berserk,

Holy ghost, lost in confusion and puking in pain,

When it burns pissing on prophets that fall to the flame.

 

Wonder and wait as I stare at the cross,

Thinking in ways that have Christ at a loss,

Kick your ass out through the lord's pearly gates,

When heaven burns I will stomp on his face.

Blasphemes villains, the killings begin,

Murdering Christians and torturing them,

Conquering churches and slaughtering lambs,

Doing it all for my love of Satan.

 

 

Til slutt må jeg nesten bevne Belphegor for deres til tider morsomme tekster.

 

Belphegor - The Sin - Helfukced

 

Se filmen hos Youtube

 

Tekst

 

 

The pleasure - of sin - devoured her soul

The evil - in her flesh - infected her

Using - the clyster - to flash jesus out

Churchwhore - no longer - wears a rosary

 

Hellfucked in the chapel of sin

Hellfucked in the chapel of sin

Enter the reich of sathan

 

Cock of flame - buttfuck me - rip me in half

Golden shower - bondage - baptized in cum

Belt of thorns - genital - stimulation explores

Churchwhore - no longer - wears a rosary

 

Hellfucked in the chapel of sin

Hellfucked in the chapel of sin

Enter the reich of sathan

 

Te - invoco - oh sathana!

Te - invoco - oh sathana!

 

[Bakkem]

Trenger ikke mye kreativitet å skrive slike tekster, handler bare om å være ekstrem nok.

 

Enig, alt for mange som bare skriver for å prøve å provosere uten å ha noe mening.

 

Selv har jeg en kjærlighet for Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - The Curse of Millhaven, spesielt slutten når hu får seg Prozac

 

Se filmen hos Youtube (originalversjoner av Nick Cave sanger på youtube = fail )

 

 

 

 

I live in a town called Millhaven

And it's small and it's mean and it's cold

But if you come around just as the sun goes down

You can watch the whole town turn to gold

It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming

Singing La la la la La la la lie

All God's children they all gotta die

My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie

I'm closing in on my fifteenth year

And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green

Then you sure didn't see them around here

My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing

La la la la La la la lie

Mama often told me we all got to die

You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven

How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home

They found him next week in One Mile Creek

His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones

Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning

La la la la La la la lie

Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die

Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High

Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier

Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school

And we all had to watch as he buried her

His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing

La la la la La la la lie

Even God's little creatures, they have to die

Our little town fell into a state of shock

A lot of people were saying things that made little sense

Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe

Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence

Foul play can really get a small town going

La la la la La la la lie

Even God's children all have to die

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate

Was stabbed but the job was not complete

The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead

Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"

Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning

La la la la La la la lie

The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die

Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven

I've struck horror in the heart of this town

Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow

It's more like the other way around

I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming

La la la la La la la lie

Sooner or later we all gotta die

Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil

That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it

That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately

O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!

It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going

La la la la La la la lie

Mama always told me that we all gotta die

Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit

Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed

But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos

Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head

I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going

La la la la La la la lie

All God's children have all gotta die

There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers

You assumed were accidents, best forgotten

Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?

Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom

Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing

La la la la La la la lie

Even twenty little children, they had to die

And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum

There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen

Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued

All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline

Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing

La la la la La la la lie

Rich man, poor man, all got to die

Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial

I was laughing when they took me away

Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah

It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail

It ain't such bad old place to have a home in

La la la la La la la lie

All God's children they all gotta die

Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests

I keep telling them they're out to get me

They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!

There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"

So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy

Singing La la la la La la la lie

All God's children they all have to die

La la la la La la la lie

I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine

Singing La la la la La la la lie

Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine

Singing La la la la La la la lie

All God's children they gotta die

 

 

[Ercles]

Tool - Rosetta Stoned

 

Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.

 

10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,

In my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51

Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy

When a flaming stealth banana split the sky

Like one would hope but never really expect

To see in a place like this.

Cutting right angle donuts on a dime

And stopping right at my Birkenstocks,

And me yelping...

 

Holy fucking shit!

 

Then the X-Files being,

Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan

With Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of

Vanilla Chig Champa

Did a slow-mo Matrix descent

Outta the butt end of the banana vessel

And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,

And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,

And all I could think was:

"I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice

That I pissed my fuckin' pants."

 

So light in his way,

Like an apparition, (that)

He had me crying out,

"Fuck me

It's gotta be

The Deadhead Chemistry

The blotter got (right) on top of me

Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"

 

And after calming me down

With some orange slices

And some fetal spooning,

E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.

He said, "You are the Chosen One,

The One who will deliver the message.

A message of hope for those who choose to hear it

And a warning for those who do not."

Me. The Chosen One?

They chose me!!!

And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.

 

You'd better...

You'd better...

You'd better...

You'd better listen.

 

Then he looked right through me

With somniferous almond eyes

Don't even know what that means

Must remember to write it down

This is so real

Like the time Dave floated away

See, my heart is pounding

'Cause this shit never happens to me

 

I can't breathe right now!

 

It was so real,

Like I woke up in Wonderland.

All sorta terrifying

I don't wanna be all alone

While I tell this story.

And can anyone tell me why

Y'all sound like Peanuts parents?

Will I ever be coming down?

This is so real

Finally, it's my lucky day

See, my heart is racing

'Cause this shit never happens to me

 

I can't breathe right now!

 

You believe me, don't you?

Please believe what I've just said!

See the Dead ain't touring

And this wasn't all in my head.

See, they took me by the hand

And invited me right in.

Then they showed me something

I don't even know where to begin.

 

Strapped down (to) my bed

Feet cold (and) eyes red

I'm out of my head

Am I alive? Am I dead?

Can't remember what they said

God damn, shit the bed.

 

Hey ...

 

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.

Such a heavy burden now to be the One

Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,

To write it down for all the world to see.

 

But I forgot my pen

Shit the bed again ...

Typical.

 

Strapped down (to) my bed

Feet cold and eyes red

I'm out of my head

Am I alive? Am I dead?

Sunkist and Sudafed *

Gyroscopes and infrared

Won't help, I'm brain dead

Can't remember what they said

God damn, shit the bed

 

I can't remember what they said to me

Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero

Can't remember what they said

Bob help me!

Can't remember what they said

 

(We) don't know, (and we) won't know (x12)

 

God damn, shit the bed!

 

 

Kan vel ikke beskrives som annet enn tidenes syretrip...

Endret 6. oktober 2009 av Ercles

[Uncle Albert]

Monkberry moon delight var veldig fancy!

 

edit: andre McCartney sanger som ligner?

Bare å høre på resten av Ram det. Eventuelt kan man gå løs på Beatles diskografien. Jeg anbefaler Sgt. Peppers, Revolver og Abbey Road.

 

Syns ikke resten av Ram ligner, og det var det som gjorde denne så veldig fancy. Revolution og St. Peppers loney heart club band er eneste som er nære. Men kan jo se litt mer rundt

Syns nå det ligner litt jeg, men. Han har mye annet rart da, deriblandt Temporary Secretary

 

 

Mister Marks Can You Find For Me

Someone Strong And Sweet Fitting On My Knee

She Can Keep Her Job If She Gets It Wrong

Ah, But Mister Marks I Won't Need Her Long

All I Need Is Help For A Little While

We Can Take Dictation And Learn To Smile

And A Temporary Secretary Is What I Need For To Do The Job

 

I Need A

Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary

Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary

 

Mister Marks Could You Send Her Quick

'Cause My Regular Has Been Getting Sick

 

I Need A

Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary

 

Mister Marks I Can Pay Her Well

If She Comes Along And Can Stay A Spell

I Will Promise Now That I'll Treat Her Right

And Will Rarely Keep Her 'Til Late At Night

 

I Need A

 

She Can Be A Belly Dancer

I Don't Need A True Romancer

She Can Be A Diplomat

But I Don't Need A Girl Like That

She Can Be A Neurosurgeon

If She's Doin' Nothing' Urgent

What I Need's A Temporary, Temporary Secretary

I Need A, I Need A

Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary

Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary

Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary

 

Now Mister Marks When I Send Her Back

Will You Please Make Sure She Stays On The Right Track

 

Spoken: Well I Know How Hard It Is For Young Girls These Days In The Face Of Everything To Stay On

The Right Track

 

Endret 9. oktober 2009 av walløe

[DeNile]

Jeg kan jo også nevne av Gartnerlosjen og deres sang Hammer Av Saft er litt spesiel.

 

Se filmen hos Youtube

 

Tekst

 

 

Den planken jeg går på er ikke tre

Det hvite jeg baser i er ikke sne

Det jeg sitter ved bordet på er ingen stol

Og det jeg skyter meg selv med er ingen pistol

 

Det er en hammer

En hammer av saft

 

Det jeg biter i eplet med er ingen tann

Det tissen min henger på er ingen mann

Det ytterste laget av meg er ikke hud

Og snart må jeg nok innse at jeg ikke er gud

 

Nei jeg er en hammer

En hammer av saft

 

Det jeg ligger på gulvet på er ikke do

Det som drypper fra armen min er ikke blod

Det jeg kuttet opp pulsen med var ingen kniv

Og det jeg snart skal forlate var ikke et liv

 

Nei det var en hammer

En hammer av saft

 

[sandinista]

Gartnerlosjen ja

Har mye bra:

 

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Se filmen hos Youtube

 

 

Det er helt sant:

Du må tro hvert et ord

Det er noe galt med huset der jeg bor

Alt jeg eier forbyttes, jeg får ikke ro

Hvorfor ligger det steiner rundt gulvet på min do?

 

Ubudne gjester

Som kommer for å ta

Gir meg gjengjeldspresanger

jeg ikke vil ha

 

Hvorfor er ikke ostehøvlen på plass?

Hvordan har jeg fått meg tre nye plastglass?

Jeg har sluttet å kjøpe meg brød og ost

Noen spiser det før meg om gir meg ansjos

 

Ubudne gjester

Som kommer for å ta

Gir meg gjengjeldspresanger

jeg ikke vil ha

 

 

Edit: Hvordan kunne jeg glemme:

Ebba grön - Pervers Politiker:

 

Mitt liv är att ljuga

dribbla med folk

senare på kvällen

så byter jag om

 

Då är jag en pervers politiker...

 

Mitt liv är att piska

piska och slå

mitt liv är att piska

kvinnor i gummi

 

Då är jag en pervers politiker...

 

Jag vill att dom ska skita

piska och slå

då känner jag kuken

då vill den stå

 

För jag är en pervers politiker...

 

Endret 10. oktober 2009 av sandinista

[JULINGiKAKE]

Når det gjelder meningsløse sanger så er generelt alt Morten Abel synger meningsløse. Småpent er det, men likevel meningsløs. Men det er gjerne ikke så rart. Mannen går rundt med tulipaner i hodet.

 

Som f.eks Doberman.

 

Litt av teksten

I walk my doberman

He's eager to get out

I walk him to doberman land

Where he can snout

My girl is a tiger

So I never walk around with her

So I never walk around with her

She's eager to get out

 

Mentally overdriven

I saw the house burn down

I saw it come alive

There's people running 'round

She's that suicidal

As if I wasn't mad enough for her

As if I wasn't mad enough for her

She's eager to get out

 

 

Endret 11. oktober 2009 av JULINGiKAKE

[Mats Aa]

Bæbæ lille lam. Meningsløs !

[Gumpen]

Jeff Buckley - Strange fruit

Denne sangen er herlig dyster.

 

southern trees bear strange fruit,

blood on the leaves and blood at the root,

black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,

strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

 

pastoral scene of the gallant south,

the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,

then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

 

here is fruit for the crows to pluck,

for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,

for the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,

here is a strange and bitter crop.

 

Edit: Her er en spotify link: http://open.spotify.com/track/3uIlggJGzNUBpUWQAs8Jc7

Endret 11. oktober 2009 av xitto

[Deadringer]

For de som forstår:

 

 

Rammstein - Mein teil.

Heute Treff Ich einen Herrn

Der hat mich zum fressen gern

Weiche teile und auch harte

Stehen auf der Speisekarte

 

Denn du bist, Was du isst

Und ihr wisst, Was es ist

Es ist Mein Teil - Nein

Mein Teil - Nein

Da - Das ist Mein Teil - Nein

Mein Teil - Nein

 

Die stumpfe klinge gut und recht

Ich blute stark und mir ist schlecht

Muss Ich auch mit der Ohnmacht kämpfen

Ich esse weiter unter Krämpfen

 

Ist doch so gut gewürzt und so schön flambiert

Und so liebevoll auf Porzellan serviert

Dazu ein guter wein und zarter Kerzenschein

Ja da lass Ich mir zeit, etwas Kultur muss sein

 

Denn du bist, Was du isst

Und ihr wisst, Was Es ist

Es ist Mein Teil - Nein

Mein Teil - Nein

Da - Das ist Mein Teil - Nein

Mein Teil - Nein

 

Ein schrei wird zum Himmel fahren

Schneidet sich durch Engelsscharen

Vom Wolkendach fällt Federfleisch

Auf meine Kindheit mit Gekreisch

 

Das ist Mein Teil - Nein

Mein Teil - Nein

Da - Das ist Mein Teil - Nein

Yes it’s Mein Teil - Nein

 

 

Og denne:

 

 

Torture Division - Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

A maggot infestation

Aftermath of domination

Crushed head, your liberation

I desire your attention

 

Blood, I drink your blood

Pus, I eat your pus

Carnage, see my arousal

Pounding your flesh into dust

 

I must be your love

Eternal messy love

I kill becoz I care

Your flesh will not be shared

 

My knife inside your head

You look so good when dead

Torture – your pain is sweet

I put my gun in deep

 

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

 

I must be your love

Eternal messy love

I kill becoz I care

Your flesh into dust

 

My knife inside your head

You look so good when dead

I put my gun in deep

Bludgeoning your flesh into dust

 

 

[Cpt. Abusive]

fikk ikke youtube greia til å funke :S

 

er ganske rar.. Endret 11. oktober 2009 av yoye666