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I read the news today oh boy

About a lucky man who made the grade

And though the news was rather sad

Well I just had to laugh

I saw the photograph

He blew his mind out in a car

He didn't notice that the lights had changed

A crowd of people stood and stared

They'd seen his face before

Nobody was really sure

If he was from the House of Lords

I saw a film today oh boy

The English Army had just won the war

A crowd of people turned away

But I just had to look

Having read the book

I'd love to turn you on

 

Woke up, fell out of bed

Dragged a comb across my head

Found my way downstairs and drank a cup

And looking up I noticed I was late

Found my coat and grabbed my hat

Made the bus in seconds flat

Found my way upstairs and had a smoke

And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

 

I read the news today oh boy

Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire

And though the holes were rather small

They had to count them all

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall

I'd love to turn you on

[Ṱormod]

2pac - Changes:

vers 1

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself

is life worth living should I blast myself?

I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black

my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro

pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

one less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers

give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere

unless we share with each other

We gotta start makin' changes

learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers

and that's how it's supposed to be

How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

but things changed, and that's the way it is

[Deuce]

AC/DC- Highway to hell

 

Living easy, livin' free

Season ticket, on a one - way ride

Asking nothing, leave me be

Taking everything in my stride

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

Ain't nothing I would rather do

Going down, party time

My friends are gonna be there too

 

I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell

I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell

 

No stop signs, speedin' limit

Nobody's gonna slow me down

Like a wheel, gonna spin it

Nobody's gonna mess me 'round

Hey Satan! Paid my dues

Playin' in a rockin' band

Hey Mama! Look at me

I'm on my way to the promise land

 

I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell

I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell

 

Dont stop me!

 

I'm on the highway to hell!

I'm on the highway to hell!

I'm on the highway to hell!

I'm on the highway to hell!

 

And I'm goin down..all the way!

I'm on the highway to hell..

 

Genial!

[Πεισιθάνατος]

Ásmegin -> Til Rondefolkets Herskab

 

I begsorte Fieldkamre bløde, hvor Myriader af Øine vil gløde

over kristenblodig Hold forkunn til hin vordende Sod og Sø

Bragt til Rondefolkets Herskab, saa mellem Afaat og Troldskab,

stiller Aases Enbaarne hen om at ægte Trolddrottins fagreste Mø

 

I utaalelige flærrende Hyl, qvinende Jammer,

hungrende Troldbørn legende ham rammer:

"Flærr ham, bid ham, skiær ham, riv ham,

lav os bryde disse skrøbelige Ribben an!"

 

Fra Bjergthronen vældig fornemmer

De fortrolige Broses kløgtige Tale:

"Forhenværende Drot nu attraar efter en

thi vaares beslaatte Æt at se til

Der er intet Skilnad mellem Trold og Mand,

skal Søn prud bære Hale,

med de Tilsagn skiænkes min Datter

og halve Troldriget i medgift dertil;

 

Hvad udenfor Rondernes Grænser, sværg De aldrig mer enser,

thi at kræve min Datters Gunst Dagslys væmmelig skal De sky

Blivende Herre over min Flok; Peer, vær Dem selv - nok!

Skiære Dem i Øiet skiævt saa alt Dem gildt tykkes i dunkel Vy"

 

"Drukken Galmands Snak; at flærre Øiet et Hak,

intet længer begiærende at raa over et Troldpak"

"Min Peer, forsøm mig dog ei, thi før Aaret lier

med Eders daarende Attraa mit Nors Far De bliver"

 

"Løgn!

Aabne Rondeporten, slipp mig hen ud!

Løgnagtig er Førkiens utaalelige Sut"

 

I Broses brændende infame Foragt

over Hvad der Peer dog haver sagt,

for tusind hungrende Troldbørn

ham ubønhørlig saa bliver bragt:

 

"Flærr ham, bid ham, skiær ham, riv ham,

kast hans skrøbelige Skrot inn i Bjergvæg!"

 

...og...

 

Sirenia -> Voices Within

 

Darkness drapes my weary eyes

drape the void that grows inside

And I can’t take this veil away

I can’t find the strength

I tried to shield my scenery

tried to set my mind free

This life has brought me to my knees

Devastation unleashed

 

Whispers...calling on the wind

Like voices calling from deep within

Shivers...all down your spine

I’m the void that rides your aching mind

 

Nightfall seems to come my way

and it seems as if to stay

A shadow haunts me from the past

Will it forever last?

A voice is calling in the wind

yon the horizons, and from within

I deem the thought, shall I abide

these ghastly wispers inside?

 

Whispers...called you on the wind

Like voices called you from deep within

Wither...wane adown the line

I’m the void that rode your aching mind...

[Jan]

Ey, A Day in the Life

[Skurupu]

kill women - die

kill women - die

kill women - die

bitch

 

[repeat]

[Πεισιθάνατος]

kill women - die

kill women - die

kill women - die

bitch

 

[repeat]

Kan man forvente noe annet fra Anal Cunt?

[Goophy]

Å, det er så mange.

 

3 Doors Down - Loser.

Dream Theater - Solidary Shell.

Avenged Sevenfolk - I Won't See You Tonight (Part 1).

Incubus - Wish You Were Here.

Don Henley - New York Minute.

Evergrey - I'm Sorry.

Evergrey - Recreation Day.

Nile - The Wind of Horus.

Placebo - I Know.

Radiohead - Creep.

Staind - It's Been A While.

Staind - Open Your Eyes.

Staind - Outside.

The Postal Service - Nothing Better.

...og en hel haug til.

 

Er så mange.

[Sneakerholic]

Akkurat nå, Jadakiss med Checkmate

 

You did it baby!

Congratulations homie

You made history

1.4 million in a short week.

Screw a press conference.

Press this on your conscience.

D-block.

Cheers.

 

I ain't mad

I don't wanna sound mad

I feel marvelous.

D-block.

Double R.

Fuckin' faggot.

 

We gonna handle this like grown men

You won't win.

You don't even feel comfortable in your own skin.

I rap my ass off, from fightin' the champ with the glass jaw

At the garden to Nassau.

See me couple hood niggas behind stars

I heard you put a couple good niggas behind bars

 

I might never sell that much

But you can bet your last two quarters I'll never tell that much.

Picture Kiss not come out swingin'

It's like goin' to see 50 at a show

And he don't come out singin'.

 

Yeah you got a felony

But you ain't a predicate.

Never the King of New York

You live in Connecticut

You don't be in the hood

You be in the woods

Fuckin' with me

We really gonna beef for good

 

I'll hold the 4-5 myself

Hop out the range on one 4-5 myself

This is a true fact

Since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back

 

Trackmaster shelfed you

Bravehearts helped you

Then everybody felt you

Now I gotta melt you

 

And don't try to pull rank on Kiss

Cause the niggas I'ma send to do it

Ain't gonna miss

Be laid up stiff

I spit straight up piff

I did real songs with Big

No made up shits

 

And I don't gotta problem with clout

You didn't get shot again so what's your second album about?

NOTHIN'

Your raps are pre-school

You made a lot of money, now be cool

Before I swell up your lips like seafood

 

Can I get a mic check?

You don't stand a chance to dance with me, dogg

Your steps ain't right yet

LOC is just fine

Homie, the D straight

Most likely your new CD is a replay

Bunch of love songs

Hundred percent pure garbage

Just somethin' to break up bugs on

 

You should just sell clothes and sneakers

Cause out of your whole camp, your flow's the weakest

I'm in a town where the young boys is clappin'

You're runnin' around with the Lt. and captain

 

It'll take a lifetime to see kiss

You had to get shot nine times to be rich

Rat ass nigga you's an animal

You's a mother fuckin' animal

Pig ass nigga you's an animal

You's a mother fuckin' animal

Snake ass nigga

You's an animal, you's a mother fuckin' animal

Matter fact, you ain't no animal

I'ma show these mother fuckers how to handle you

[lceman™]

Return-Life Must Go On

Return-Don't Go

Return-Forbuden Frukt

Return-Sjøldiggern

Queen-The Show Must Go On

Queen-Killer Queen

[H4ngm4N]

Dimmu Borgir - Tormentor of Christian Souls

I could drag you to my chambers

and strip you naked in darkness

I could pull your fingernails out one by one

and rape you till you find no hope

 

I could rip your guts out

and let you watch me

sacrifice your unborn child

I could leave you to starve

and even bring you to total silence

...but I won't

 

For I find no pleasure in your physical pain

I want your christian soul to crumble

 

Your fucking soul

 

When I have seen your church go up in flames

and you are weeping I will laugh

When I have seen you mourn over loved ones

I will feel bliss when your mortal soul is in ruins

I will grin in the shadows

for that gives me pleasure

 

Tormenting a christian soul

 

Neida

 

Jeg er ikke en sangtekstperson. De kan synge om hva f*en de vil bare det låter bra.

[Zeph]

- Metallica - Fuel

 

Ohhh, On I Burn

Fuel is pumping engines

Burning hard, loose & clean

 

And On I burn

Churning my direction,

Quench my thirst with Gasoline

 

So Gimme Fuel

Gimme Fire

Gimme that which I desire

 

- Metallica - Loverman

 

I'll say it again

L is for LOVE, baby

O is for OH yes I do

V is for VIRTUE, so I ain't gonna hurt you

E is for EVEN if you want me to

R is for RENDER unto me, baby

M is for that which is MINE

A is for ANY old how, darling

and

N is for ANY old time

 

Edit 1-9: Endra frå tekst til link og litt redigering

Endret 17. mars 2005 av zeph

[Thorsen]

WHEN THE TIGERS BROKE FREE

Pink Floyd 1982

 

Lyrics/Music: Waters

 

It was just before dawn one miserable morning

in black forty-four

when the forward commander was told to sit tight

when asked that his men be withdrawn

And the generals gave thanks as the other ranks

held be the enemy tanks - for a while

And then the Anzio beachhead was held for the price

of a few hundred ordinary lives

 

And kind old King George sent mother a note

when he heard that father was gone

It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll

with golden leaf and all

And I found it one day in a drawer of old

photographs hidden away

And my eyes still grow damp to remember

His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp

 

It was dark all around

There was frost in the ground

When the tigers broke free

And noone survived from the Royal Fusiliers Company C

They were all left behind

Most of them dead

The rest of them dying

And that's how the High Command took my Daddy from me

 

 

 

 

Lyrics Copyright: Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

 

[hylo]

Funeral held for the depression of man

Holds the key to his own death

Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived

Tighten the tourniquet around your neck

 

Sifting away the debris of hated life

Cold touch of death begins to chill your spine

Seeking life beyond your perishment

Repeating words echoing through your mind

 

Chanting lines of blind witchery

To save yourself from extinction

Wanting to die is your reason to live

New life born from the oppressed

 

Taste your blood as it trickles through the air

Another casualty beyond the shadows you fall

Losing ground, the fate you feel it draws near

Fatality, reality, you await the final call

 

My sinful glare at nothing holds thoughts of death behind it

Skeletons in my mind commence tearing at my sanity

Vessels in my brain carry death until my birth

Come and die with me forever

Share insanity

 

Do you want to die!

 

The waves of blood are rushing near, pounding at the walls of lies

Turning off my sanity, reaching back into my mind

Non-rising body from the grave showing new reality

What I am, what I want, I'm only after death

 

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain

The why that I want you to die

Slow death, immense decay

Showers that cleanse you of your life

Forced in

Like cattle

You run

Stripped of

Your life's worth

Human mice, for the Angel of Death

Four hundred thousand more to die

Angel of Death

Monarch to the kingdom of the dead

Sadistic, surgeon of demise

Sadist of the noblest blood

 

Destroying, without mercy

To benefit the Aryan race

 

Surgery, with no anesthesia

Fell the knife pierce you intensely

Inferior, no use to mankind

Strapped down screaming out to die

Angel of Death

Monarch to the kingdom of the dead

Infamous butcher,

Angel of Death

 

Pumped with fluid, inside your brain

Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes

Burning flesh, drips away

Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil

Frigid cold, cracks your limbs

How long can you last

In this frozen water burial?

Sewn together, joining heads

Just a matter of time

'Til you rip yourselves apart

Millions laid out in their

Crowded tombs

Sickening ways to achieve

The holocaust

Seas of blood, bury life

Smell your death as it burns

Deep inside of you

Abacinate, eyes that bleed

Praying for the end of

Your wide awake nightmare

Wings of pain, reach out for you

His face of death staring down,

Your blood running cold

Injecting cells, dying eyes

Feeding on the screams of

The mutants he's creating

Pathetic harmless victims

Left to die

Rancid Angel of Death

Flying free

 

[Πεισιθάνατος]

Neida

 

Jeg er ikke en sangtekstperson. De kan synge om hva f*en de vil bare det låter bra.

Den låta er bare sinnsykt bra, da!

 

Men jeg er litt enig med deg; tekstene betyr ikke så mye for låta, men noe innhold må det være.

[StianHH]

Men jeg er litt enig med deg; tekstene betyr ikke så mye for låta, men noe innhold må det være.

Det er klart at ikke all musikk må ha en tekst. Jeg liker godt instrumental musikk, men jeg liker også veldig godt poetiske låter og da f.eks The Doors. Men så var ikke emnet; "Trenger musikk gode tekster for å være lyttbare?"

 

Ny tekst som jeg liker godt:

 

Turboneger - Raggare is a bunch of motherfuckers

 

Raggare is a bunch -

Raggare is a bunch, bunch, bunch -

A bunch of motherfuckers -

A bunch of motherfuckers -

 

Raggare is a gang of freaks -

Who always beats the geeks -

Going around -

In their big American cars -

Think they are owners of the town -

But they're not -

They are nothing -

Nothing, nothing, nothing but animals -

Monkey - donkey - kangaroo -

They've got no -

No, no, no - no, no, no -

No IQ -

 

They are nothing -

Nothing, nothing, nothing but animals -

Fucking animals -

 

Raggare [ 4x ] -

 

Raggare is a bunch -

Raggare is a bunch, bunch, bunch -

A bunch of motherfuckers -

A bunch of motherfuckers -

 

The only thing they do all day -

Fight, fight, fight - fight, fight, fight -

Why, why, why - why, why, why -

Why don't someone do something against them -

 

No one dares - The cops are scared -

[Lemkin]

... I saw the gap again today, while you were begging me to stay...

[SjokoladeJesus]

... I saw the gap again today, while you were begging me to stay...

 

Korrekturleseren min sier

Saw that gap again today as you were begging me to stay.

..men det er selvsagt helt uvesentlig.

Endret 18. mars 2005 av SjokoladeJesus

[Thorsen]

Denne får hårene på ryggen til å reise seg, iallefall på meg

 

Pink Floyd

 

When The Tigers Broke Free

 

by Waters

 

It was just before dawn

One miserable morning in black forty-four

When the Forward Commander was told to sit thight

When he asked that his men be withdrawn

And the Generals gave thanks

As the others ranks

Held back the enemy tanks for a while

And the Anzio Bridgehead was held for the price

Of a few hundred ordinary lives

 

And kind old King George

Sent Mother a note

When he heard the Father was gone

It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll

With gold leaf and all

And I found it one play

In a drawer of old photographs

Hidden away

And my eyes still grow damp

To remember His Majesty

Signed with own rubber stamp

 

It was dark all around

There was frost in the ground

When the tigers broke free

And no one survived

From the Royal Fusiliers Company C

They were all left behind

Most of them dead

The rest of them dying

And that´s the High Command took my Daddy from me

[Aurgjelme]

har ombestemt meg! denna er bedre!

 

The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee

The white men came to trade and borrow

But then they would not leave

Some of us were taken by boat and died at sea

Those of us who lived were sold to slavery

We welcomed them as brothers, knowing nothing of

Their greed, born hunters not the hunted

As the white man hunts for me

We are descendants of the animals

We live among the free

Our trail of tears would end one day at Wounded Knee

Great spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me

When we do the Ghost Dance, the buffalo will return

Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn

Great Spirit make us strong, take us to the sky

The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die

Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky. Spirit Horse ride for me

Red Cloud, Black Hawk, Sitting Bull

Crazy Horse, Geronimo

Strong and brave warriors to the grave

There has been much killing, there will be much more

the medicine man is dancing, he's calling us to war

Hatchets sing with pride, let the white man die

 

edit: Manowar Spirit Horse of the Cherokee

Endret 18. mars 2005 av Aurgjelme