Den beste "linja"

[TaEnBolle]

Mange av Sigvart Dagsland sine sanger er fine.

 

Men jeg syntes:

 

Alice cooper - Poison

 

"I wanna hurt you, just the hear you scream my name"

 

kan ses/høres veldig ofte når 12 år gamle gutter kaster snøball på andre 12 år gamle jenter.

[Chriztar]

Mine favoritt linjer må være fra Panteras "Cemetary Gates":

 

And when you died, I couldnt cry.

The pride within my soul.

You left me incomplete,

all alone as the memories still remain.

 

Konge! Sjeldent emosjonell sang

[Herr Brun]

Anaal Nathrakh siterte George Orwell i sangen "Do Not Speak"

 

"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a human face -- forever."

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Maa finne tak i den sangen. Elsker Nineteen Eighty-Four

 

"We're leaving for venus" er en morsom linje, mener naa jeg.

 

Denne er fantastisk:

Before the leaves have fallen

Before we lock the doors

There must be a third and last dance

This one will last forever

Metropolis watches and thoughtfully smiles

Shes taken you to your home

 

Og sist men ikke minst:

Clipside of the pinkeye flight

I'm not the percent you think survives

I need sanctuary in the pages of this book

Gestating with all the other rats

Nurse said that my skin will need a graft

I am of pockmarked shapes

The vermin you need to loathe

[neivoll]

Sage Francis har endel bra syns jeg.

Som f. eks. Slow Down Gandhi:

There once was a song called "Arrest The President."

Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.

I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit,

But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list.

The cool kids were all rocking votes,

I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop. [booyea!]

 

On my soap box yelling into megaphones.

Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.

Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches

The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.

My pedestal was too tall to climb off,

In fact that's the reason for the high horse.

And from up here I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest;

Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,

All for the sake of military recruitment.

It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,

I galloped off whistling "Ohio."

The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.

What would they die for? (repeat)

Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?

An abominable colony of cyborgs?

Clogging up the property that I bought with eyesores?

 

That clever ad campaign ain't worth

The time taken from minimum wage labor;

I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks,

She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.

What would she die for?

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.

 

Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;

Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.

Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,

It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.

The West Memphis 3 lost paradise,

It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.

All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.

Institution.

Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.

If they could sell sanity in a bottle

They'd be charging for compressed air,

And marketing healthcare.

They demonize welfare,

Middle class eliminated,

Rich get richer til the poor get educated.

 

But some of y'all still haven’t grown into your face,

And your face doesn't quite match your head.

And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,

You're all, "Give me ethnicity or give me dreads."

Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,

Cause when push turns to shove

You jump into your forefathers arms.

He's a banker, you're part of the system,

Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.

The briefcase (the freebase)

The sickness (the symptom)

When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!

The briefcase (the freebase)

The sickness (the symptoms)

When the cameras start rollin'...

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.

 

Mr. Save The World, spare us the details,

Save the females from losing interest.

And Miss Save The Universe,

You're a damsel in distress,

Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.

Generalize my disease,

I need a taste of what it's like.

Living off the fat of kings,

I play the scab at your hunger strike.

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.

 

One love, one life, one too many victims.

Republicrat, Democran, one party system.

Media goes in a frenzy,

They're stripped of their credentials.

Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.

Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,

When the music’s dead, I'll have Ted Nugent’s head hangin' on my wall.

Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.

With some friendly fire, that’s a funny term, like civil war.

 

Six in the morning, police at my crib.

Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.

The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.

New flavored food made of mutated hybrids.

Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad.

It fucks you up good, but its not that bad.

They hold on to these tales till it's the dog that wags.

God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.

 

Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?

Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?

It's the same who complain about the global war,

But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.

 

They call the shots

(but they're not in the line of fire).

I call the cops

(but they're breakin the line of duty).

Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority.

The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story.

 

So look for truth, quit seeking forgiveness.

You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors.

You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?

Just bring home my motherfuckin' brothers and sisters.

 

Cause they don't call the shots

(but they're in the line of fire).

I'd like to call the cops

(but they're breakin' the line of duty).

It's time to call a stop

(To the abuse of authority).

The truth keeps calling me

And I'ma live to tell the story.

 

 

og Crumble:

They'VE said it every year but this times it seems like

The end is near and i'm in line to see the light

How far does this black tunnel go

I got a car but the gas is running low

And as long as i've known the bumps and creeks of this house

It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths

You cant tell me it's still settling

Built on an indian burial ground killing everything

The childhood scar on my chin is back again

That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end

I've seen better days in my night terrors

I was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters

Ask directions TO YOUR whereabouts

Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out

To many hares only one TORTOISE

Thats why I left this city, toO fast paced for this HO-HUM TOURIST

By the time i developed the pictures

They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures

If distance is a girl's best friend

Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have

Diamonds cut, BUT coal burns and nothing lasts forever

wonder why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper

Crumble

Slave labour, you made me work for what I couldnt have

Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts

Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes

 

I've got an insecurity box for your mail

Tracing the name on the return adress as if it was made of braille

Pretended it was your finger but careful to not break a nail

The one that sealed the coffin shut. When it opened caused a paper trail

But since then I buried your dead sea scrolls

And emptied my head of these old trivial memories that i seem to hold

Now you're a foot note with cement shoes

In case you wonder what that sinking feeling has been ever since I left you

 

 

Pink Floyd har jo mye bra da. Vet ikke hvorfor, men greier ikke glemme de første linjene fra Echoes:

 

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves

In labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant time

Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine

 

(Hele teksten:

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves

In labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant time

Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine

 

And no one showed us to the land

And no one knows the wheres or whys

But something stirs and something tries

And starts to climb toward the light

 

Strangers passing in the street

By chance two separate glances meet

And I am you and what I see is me

And do I take you by the hand

And lead you through the land

And help me understand the best I can

 

And no one calls us to move on

And no one forces down our eyes

And no one speaks and no one tries

And no one flies around the sun

 

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes

Inviting and inciting me to rise

And through the window in the wall

Comes streaming in on sunlight wings

A million bright ambassadors of morning

 

And no one sings me lullabies

And no one makes me close my eyes

And so I throw the windows wide

And call to you across the sky

 

 

 

Eller de siste fra Dogs:

 

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 seat in the stand

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.

 

(Hele teksten her:

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need

You gotta sleep on your toes, and when youre 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

Youll get the chance to put the knife in.

 

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

You know its going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older

And in the end youll pack, fly down south

Hide your head in the sand

Just another sad old man

All alone and dying of cancer.

 

And when you loose control, youll reap the harvest that youve sown

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

And its too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around

So have a good drown, as you go down alone

Dragged down by the stone.

 

I gotta admit that Im a little bit confused

Sometimes it seems to me as if Im just being used

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

If I dont stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

 

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending

That everyones expendable and no-one had a real friend

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

And you believe at heart, everyones 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 seat in the stand

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.

 

 

I tillegg har du jo hele teksten fra Wish You Were Here, Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Sheep, Brain Damage, Time, Us And Them og mange, mange flere. Man kan si mye om Roger Waters, men skrive tekster kan han!

[Eksos]

Eller de siste fra Dogs:

 

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 seat in the stand

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.

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Den er bare så utrolig herlig. Hver gang jeg hører den sangen gleder jeg meg til det partiet.

[:utakt]

Pain of Salvation - In the Flesh

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Now she bites the words

Never

She kicks the ground

Never

Swallows her tears

Never will I go back

She hits the walls

Leave me!

Scratches herself

Leave me!

Begs to all Gods

Rip me from this sick flesh!

 

I will always be there

No!

She holds her ears

You know that I love you

Pretends that she doesn't hear

We're in this together

We share the same skin

Panic in his voice now

Free us from sin

 

Tell me that you love me

This is the end

I know that you do

Of her way

Never ever again

Follow me down

 

God forgive this hunger

Please mommy see

Never tell a soul

Is it me?

A child will love its parents

Will follow them down

[Chriztar]

Skid Row - 18 and life

 

Tequila in his heartbeat, His veins burned gasoline.

It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean.

They say he loved adventure, "Ricky's the wild one."

He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun.

Bang Bang Shoot 'em up, The party never ends.

You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend

[Krillekongen]

Fra The Project Hate - Burn:

 

You rejected all My feelings... ended up numb in solitude

You have the strength to move on... to the flocking of the fools

I speak the word of sadness... I inhale the words of joy

I reject Your distant longing... for the Christ You lost long ago

I bring the dreams of sanity... I bear the search for fear

Through the instant walls of grey... I'm the mute who speaks another day

In solitude I stand... The universal man

A work of art in a perfect land

 

 

Ikke akkurat ei linje da

 

 

Fra samme sang:

 

In solitude I stand... The universal man

A work of art with bloodstained hands

[Jarek]

Jethro Tull - Aqualung

 

Sun streaking cold --

an old man wandering lonely.

Taking time

the only way he knows.

 

Skjult tekst: (Marker innholdet i feltet for å se teksten):

Leg hurting bad,

as he bends to pick a dog-end --

he goes down to the bog

and warms his feet.

 

Feeling alone --

the army's up the rode

salvation à la mode and

a cup of tea.

Aqualung my friend --

don't start away uneasy

you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.

--

 

Edge of Sanity - Feedin' the Charlatan

 

It all comes clearer as the smokescreen falls

You open up your ears

to hear my calls then you'll know what you need

Can't tell that the dust of angels leeds you straight to hell

 

--

 

Ihsahn - Will you love me now?

 

"We you love me now?..."

 

De jeg kommer på i farten.

 

-Jar

Endret 28. mai 2006 av Jarek

[endrebjo]

Tool - Ænema

 

Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.

 

[jinriksha]

every day, it's not okey, every day, it's not the same.

[Foxyboy]

No More!

The crap rolls out your mouth again

haven't changed, your brain is still gelatin

 

Metallica - Holier Than Thou

[Peterman]

Pink Floyd - Time

 

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

[Backspace_89]

Metal Church- Ton of bricks

 

My world will not cave in

I will dare, so I will win

Hear the timebombs begin to tick

I'll hit you like a ton of bricks

 

synes det er ganske fet sang er jo helt sykt mange sanger som jeg synes har veldig gode lyriske deler, gidder ikke liste opp alle.

[aleks tho]

D12 - Git Up.

 

Git up now!

Lets get it crackin', git. It's on and poppin'.

This D12 is back in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin'.

We're gonna get it crackalatin'.

What you waitin' for the wait is over,

say no more for tryin' to play the wall and quit hatin'.

Git up now!

Notice you're sittin', what the fuck is you deaf?

You motherfuckers dont listen? I said,

we bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin',

quit, procrastinatin'.

What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin'. <3

[Erlendz]

Katatonia - Passing Bird

 

"I live 'cause I need more light

I hope I can change today

she would never think of changing

too much fucking emo, it's false (I know)"

[Landeplagen]

Mastodon åpner Leviathan-albumet med denne genistreken:

 

"I think that someone is trying to kill me"

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\o/

Herlig paranoid! =D

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Mer paranoiditet: CKY - Frenetic Amnesic

 

"Everybody's after me. You could be the enemy."

[Propaganda]

Jeru Da Damaja-true skillz

 

''Hypnotic, the hip-hop narcotic, i keep it organic, other mc's are robotic''

 

må kanskje høres for å føle det, men da føler du det så jævli også!

[Sitronade]

''you would never sleep at night

if you knew what i've been through

and this thought is all i have

to trust upon when light is gone''

 

-Katatonia (For my Demons)

 

''We're going in my voice is thin

When I tell you to remember

That no one will find you

My promise from the heart

If we part my pulse will guide you through

 

Be still for a moment

Everything depends upon you

If you die I will die too''

 

-Katatonia(Evidence)

 

Noe av det beste jeg har hørt..=)

[F.Mackey]

"Mørke spaigla mine kjainsle, men da e ait hål i spaiggedl.

Ait hål so ikkje enda, akkorat so sakne i sjeli mi."

 

Windir - Saknet

 

"I cant remember anything

Cant tell if this is true or dream

Deep down inside I feel to scream

This terrible silence stops me"

 

Metallica - One

 

To fantastiske åpninger på to triste, men fantastiske låter.

Endret 5. juni 2006 av Eyvindr