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[LarsP]

Jeg skrev analyse av Stormblåst i norsken for et par år siden. Eneste gangen Black Metal har gitt meg en 5+ i noe fag.

[Midnight_walker]

Artist: Rammstein

Album: Mutter

Låt: Sonne

 

Sonne

 

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf

sechs, sieben, acht, neun, aus

 

Alle warten auf das Licht

Fürchtet euch? - Fürchtet euch nicht!

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen

Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehn

Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn

 

EINS

Hier kommt die Sonne

ZWEI

Hier kommt die Sonne

DREI

Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen

VIER

Hier kommt die Sonne

 

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen

kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden

Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht

Legt sich Heiss auf das Gesicht

 

Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehn

Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn

 

Refrain:

 

EINS

Hier kommt die Sonne

ZWEI

Hier kommt die Sonne

DREI

Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen

VIER

Hier kommt die Sonne

 

FÜNF

Hier kommt die Sonne

SECHS

Hier kommt die Sonne

SIEBEN

Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen

ACHT, NEUN

Hier kommt die Sonne

 

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen

kann verbrennen, kann dich blenden

Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht

Legt sich Heiss auf dein Gesicht

Legt sich schmerzend auf die Brust

Das Gleichgewicht wird zum Verlust

Lässt dich hart zu Boden gehn

Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn

 

EINS

Hier kommt die Sonne

ZWEI

Hier kommt die Sonne

DREI

Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen

VIER

Und wird nie vom Himmel fallen

 

FÜNF

Hier kommt die Sonne

SECHS

Hier kommt die Sonne

SIEBEN

Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen

ACHT, NEUN

Hier kommt die Sonne

 

 

 

Samme låta, bare på engelsk:

 

Sun

 

One, two, three, four, five

six, seven, eight, nine, out

 

Everybody waits for the light

Scared? - don't be scared!

The sun shines on my eyes

The sun will not set tonight

And the world counts to ten

 

ONE

Here comes the sun

TWO

Here comes the sun

THREE

It is the brightest star of all

FOUR

Here comes the sun

 

The sun shines from my hands

She can burn and blind all of you

So if she breaks fists

Heat will be put on the face

 

The sun will not set tonight

And the world counts to ten

 

Refrain:

 

ONE

Here comes the sun

TWO

Here comes the sun

THREE

She is the brightest star of all

FOUR

Here comes the sun

 

FIVE

Here comes the sun

SIX

Here comes the sun

SEVEN

She is the brightest star of all

EIGHT, NINE

Here comes the sun

 

The sun shines from my hands

She can burn and blind all of you

So if she breaks fists

Heat will be put on your face

It will hurt you on the chest

As balance is lost

It lets you go down hard when

The world counts to ten

 

ONE

Here comes the sun

TWO

Here comes the sun

THREE

It is the brightest star of all

FOUR

And from heaven, it shall not fall

 

FIVE

Here comes the sun

SIX

Here comes the sun

SEVEN

It is the brightest star of all

EIGHT, NINE

Here comes the sun

[hylo]

I - this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene

I - to cleanse, to purge, to breath eternity and smother all life

Blind-these mortal men of clay, divine in their harassed form

I-this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pure

 

The pendulum swings semi-attached to the center of all

I drug these minds into ruin and contempt-the acid smoke of burning souls

 

This is an anomaly. Disabled. What is true?

Not destined for incarceration, I crave my nothingness

 

The illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail?

I see through the eyes of the of the blind

Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am

The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness-willing it to dust

 

Re-disintegration. Convulse. A dead universe-Impales this twilight

Fear aligns. Sadistic me. Meant to devour. Despair

Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have.

 

A snail along a straight razor-dividing itself through motion

I charge this feeble product of god

Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions

Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation

 

Solitude in splendor has been rivalled

Shroud stained with tarblack vomit

Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses

The strain of armageddon evolves

 

Shifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos

I devour this manure of existence-infertile, barren, whole

Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith

 

Sacrilige in persona. In truth, fundamentally twisted

A witness to this savage carnage. A frenzy of animosity

The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation

The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread

 

Conception derived from misconceptions

The dimensionless features of truth

Silence in the core of undoing

Untie its knots and set it loose

 

The inertia of my existence is clear

Permutations of slaughtered worlds

I alone will behold the dying sky

A servant of eternity

 

Progress finally, emergence of doom complete

Here only to reverse the flow of life

I

 

Jeg liker den teksten ganske godt, jeg. Meshuggah - I.

Endret 28. januar 2005 av Hylo

[TAAB]

Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick

 

Lyrics:

Thick As A Brick

 

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

 

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout!

I may make you feel but I can't make you think.

Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and

you make all your animal deals and

your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in

the tidal destruction

the moral melee.

The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers

the newfangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels and

your suntan does rapidly peel and

your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

 

And the love that I feel is so far away:

I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you

shake your head and

say it's a shame.

 

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.

Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.

Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

 

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.

There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.

We'll

make a man of him

put him to trade

teach him

to play Monopoly and

to sing in the rain.

 

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --

as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.

The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --

as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --

but the master of the house is far away.

The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding

in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.

And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

 

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.

Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

 

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river

where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:

the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose

and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.

The young men of the household have

all gone into service and

are not to be expected for a year.

The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --

has formed the plan to change the man he seems.

And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

 

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.

Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

 

What do you do when

the old man's gone -- do you want to be him?

And your real self sings the song.

Do you want to free him?

No one to help you get up steam --

and the whirlpool turns you way off-beam.

 

LATER.

I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.

My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.

So come on all you criminals!

I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --

twenty years too late.

Your bread and water's going cold.

Your hair is too short and neat.

I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

 

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.

You're unaware that your doings aren't done.

And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.

But how are we supposed to see where we should run?

I see you shuffle in the courtroom with

your rings upon your fingers and

your downy little sidies and

your silver-buckle shoes.

Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol

who lets you bend the rules.

 

So!

Come on ye childhood heroes!

Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books

your super crooks

and show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?

Join your local government.

We'll have Superman for president

let Robin save the day.

 

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.

The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.

And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --

and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.

And you wonder who to call on.

 

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?

And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?

They're all resting down in Cornwall --

writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition

of the Boy Scout Manual.

 

LATER.

See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.

There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.

We'll take the child from him

put it to the test

teach it

to be a wise man

how to fool the rest.

 

QUOTE

We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional

God is an overwhelming responsibility

we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons

cats are on the upgrade

upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

 

LATER

In the clear white circles of morning wonder,

I take my place with the lord of the hills.

And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)

sporting canvas frills.

With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,

while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.

Saying -- how's your granny and

good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

 

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled

in the seagull's call.

And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,

and signal for the crack of dawn.

Light the sun.

 

Do you believe in the day? Do you?

Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.

Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.

Do you believe in the day?

The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,

wise men endorse the poet's sight.

Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

 

Let me tell you the tales of your life of

your love and the cut of the knife

the tireless oppression

the wisdom instilled

the desire to kill or be killed.

Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.

The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool

toasts his god in the sky.

 

So come all ye young men who are building castles!

Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.

Mark the precise nature of your fear.

Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed

with

the blood of the fools and

the thoughts of the wise and

from the pan under your bed.

Let me make you a present of song as

the wise man breaks wind and is gone while

the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and

the nursery rhyme winds along.

 

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!

Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.

Mark the precise nature of your fear.

See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you

and the hour of judgement draweth near.

Would you be

the fool stood in his suit of armour or

the wiser man who rushes clear.

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!

Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books

your super-crooks and

show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament.

Won't you? Join your local government.

We'll have Superman for president

let Robin save the day.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?

And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?

They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs

for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

 

OF COURSE

So you ride yourselves over the fields and

you make all your animal deals and

your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

[Vooon]

Kunne nevnt et tosifra antall sanger av Elliott Smith, men får velge ut en;

Elliott Smith - Miss misery

 

i'll fake it through the day

with some help from johnny walker red

send the poison rain down the drain

to put bad thoughts in my head

your two tickets torn in half

and a lot of nothing to do

do you miss me, miss misery

like you say you do?

 

a man in the park

read the lines in my hand

told me i'm strong

hardly ever wrong i said man you mean

 

you had plans for both of us

that involved a trip out of town

to a place i've seen in a magazine

that you left lying around

i don't have you with me but

i keep a good attitude

do you miss me, miss misery

like you say you do?

 

i know you'd rather see me gone

than to see me the way that i am

but i am in the life anyway

 

next door the tv's flashing

blue frames on the wall

it's a comedy of errors, you see

it's about taking a fall

to vanish into oblivion

is easy to do

and i try to be but you know me

i come back when you want me to

do you miss me miss misery

like you say you do?

 

Mannen var genial, en av de største låtskriverne de siste 12 åra.

[Sovietpig]

Load up on guns and bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's over bored and self assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word

 

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

 

(chorus)

With the lights out it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My Libido

Yay!

 

I'm worse at what I do best

And for this gift I feel blessed

Our little group has always been

And always will until the end

 

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

 

(chorus)

 

And I forget just why I taste

Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, it was hard to find

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

 

hello, hello, hello, how low?

 

(chorus)

With the lights out it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My Libido

A denial...

 

å så fin

 

Nirvana - Smells like teen spirit

[Jan]

Pink Floyd

Animals

Dogs

 

 

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need

You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street

You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed

And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight

You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

 

And after a while, you can work on points for style

Like the club tie, and the firm handshake

A certain look in the eye and an easy smile

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to

So that when they turn their backs on you

You'll get the chance to put the knife in

 

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

It's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older

And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south

Hide your head in the sand

Just another sad old man

All alone and dying of cancer

 

And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown

And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone

And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around

So have a good drown, as you go down all alone

Dragged down by the stone

 

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused

Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used

Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise

If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze

 

Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending

That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend

And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

And everything's done under the sun

And you believe at heart everyone's a killer

 

Who was born in a house full of pain

Who was trained not to spit in the fan

Who was told what to do by the man

Who was broken by trained personnel

Who was fitted with collar and chain

Who was given a pat on the back

Who was breaking away from the pack

Who was only a stranger at home

Who was ground down in the end

Who was found dead on the phone

Who was dragged down by the stone

[kaiern]

Alt herfra: http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/marduk/la...emacabre.html#8

[Whiteshit]

Syns "Pearl Jam - Nothingman" har bra tekst. Har ikkje gravd den fram av google dog...

Rage Against the machine - Know your enemy (om du liker politiske tekster )

Pink Floyd - Wish you were here

[flodhest]

Dream Theater - Endless sacrifice

 

 

 

Cold

Lying in my bed

Staring into darkness

 

Lost

I hear footsteps overhead

And my thoughts return

Again

 

Like a child who's run away

And won't be coming back

Time keeps passing by

As night turns into day

 

I'm so far away

And so alone

I need to see your face

To keep me sane

To make me whole

 

Try to stay alive

Until I hear your voice

I'm gonna lose my mind

Someone tell me why

I chose this life

This superficial lie

Constant compromise

Endless sacrifice

 

Pain

It saddens me to know

The helplessness you feel

Your light

Shines on my soul

While a thousand candles

Burn

 

Outside this barren room

The rain is pouring down

The emptiness inside

Is growing deeper still

 

You're so far away

And so alone

You long for love's embrace

To keep you sane

To make you whole

 

Try to stay alive

Until I hear your voice

I'm gonna lose my mind

 

Someone tell me why

I chose this life

This superficial lie

Constant compromise

Endless sacrifice

 

Moments wasted

Isolated

Time escaping

Endless sacrifice

 

Moments wasted

Isolated

Time escaping

Endless sacrifice

 

Over the distance

We try to make sense

Of surviving together

While living apart

 

Striving for balance

We rise to the challenge

Of staying connected

In spite of circumstance

 

All you've forsaken

And all that you've done

So that I could live out

This undying dream

 

Won't be forgotten

Or taken for granted

I'll always remember

Your endless sacrifice

 

Moments wasted

Isolated

Time escaping

Endless sacrifice

 

Moments wasted

Isolated

Time escaping

Endless sacrifice

[zero_time]

My Dying Bride - Two Winters Only

 

 

What is it you hope for, even though you are dying?

And even though life is closing your tiny eyes

Why did I leave them all?

I should be with them to die in the same place

The pain I think, should go on forever. For always

But no. Not mine. Not now. My life now begins

 

Call me what you will, but I'll die for no man, at all

My limbs and the life that spreads from them

Cross my path and you'll suffer like no man before, at all

What I hunger for, is the trial of God

 

For just two winters only did we live for

My God. What have you become? Dear, dear lord

 

We could have changed the world, had you been here with me.

Right now

Held you in my arms. In my arms, my love

Jesus wept so man could live forever on earth. In peace

But my tears. They fall for you. Only you

[KimNK]

Alt herfra: http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/marduk/la...emacabre.html#8

Marduk!

 

 

Jan-Erik vinner.

[Jan]

Hahaha

[Erlendz]

Katatonia I Am Nothing:

 

tonight I'm nothing

it doesn't matter where I've been

delay of reaction is

the unseen movie of this life

 

I remember one of my friends

telling me to go ahead

 

water on every side

there's a dead spot in my eye

if I listen close at night

there's something coming my way

 

like someone called my name

but I didn't care to look that way

I just fixed my eyes into the crowd

it would have been strange to turn around

 

if you would tell me that I was someone

then for a second I would think

just like I would try to consider

how it would feel to know

 

I have to get on with this

it's a decision for tonight

out to look for chances

it is murder of my mind

 

once I was someone new

I was chosen for a while

then with time I am changing

at least that is what they say

 

what is worth with being here

I pray so often for a change

 

Katatonia - Tonight's Music

who could call my name without regretting

who could see beyond this my darkness

and for once save their own prayers

who could mirror down just a little

of their sun

 

how could this go so very wrong

that I must depend on darkness

would anyone follow me further down

how could this go so very far

that I need someone to say

what is wrong

not with the world but me

 

who could call my name without regretting

who could promise to never destroy me

tonight my head is full of wishes

and everything I drink is full of her

 

Støtter også zero_times forslag med My Dying Brides Two Winters Only

Endret 30. januar 2005 av OterOter

[Det Dvergiske Kaffebord]

The doors - This is the end:

 

This is the end, beautiful friend

This is the end, my only friend

The end of our elaborate plans

The end of everything that stands

The end

 

No safety or surprise

The end

I'll never look into your eyes again

 

Can you picture what will be

So limitless and free

Desperately in need of some stranger's hand

In a desperate land

 

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain

And all the children are insane

All the children are insane

Waiting for the summer rain

There's danger on the edge of town

Ride the King's highway

Weird scenes inside the gold mine

Ride the highway West, baby

 

Ride the snake

Ride the snake

To the lake

To the lake

 

The ancient lake, baby

The snake is long

Seven miles

Ride the snake

 

He's old

And his skin is cold

The West is the best

The West is the best

Get here and we'll do the rest

 

The blue bus is calling us

The blue bus is calling us

Driver, where are you taking us?

 

The killer awoke before dawn

He put his boots on

He took a face from the ancient gallery

And he walked on down the hall

 

He went into the room where his sister lived

And then he paid a visit to his brother

And then he walked on down the hall

And he came to a door

And he looked inside

Father

Yes son?

I want to kill you

Mother, I want to. . .

 

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

And meet me at the back of the blue bus

 

This is the end, beautiful friend

This is the end, my only friend

The end

 

It hurts to set you free

But you'll never follow me

 

The end of laughter and soft lies

The end of nights we tried to die

 

This is the end

Endret 30. januar 2005 av Det Dvergiske Kaffebord