Sangtektsten som treffer deg akkurat nå!

[toth]

Tenkte vi kunne poste tekstene som treffer deg akkurat nå. Man trenger ikke forklare hvorfor om man ikke vil, men gjør gjerne det.

Det er alltid noen andre som er i samme sinnstemning som meg eller deg, og kanskje vi kan hjelpe hverandre ved å plukke opp tips til ny passende musikk.

 

Jeg begynner:

 

Rolling Stones - This Place is Empty

Walk right in, sit on down

And make yourself at home

Come on baby, you're just like me

And you hate to be alone

 

It's funny how things go around

It's crazy but it's true

This place is empty, oh so empty

It's empty without you

 

Come on, bare your breasts

And make me feel at home

You and me we're just like all the rest

And we don't want to be alone

 

It's funny how things go around

But go around they do

This place is empty, empty

So empty without you

 

It's empty without you

 

Come on, simmer down

And treat me sweet and cool

At least by now you have learned

How to love a fool

 

It's funny how things turn around

It's crazy but it's true

This place is empty, so empty

So empty without you

Endret 24. januar 2008 av toth

[Krillekongen]

Kan være greit å si hvilken sang det er og hvem som har laget den da

 

3 libras av A Perfect Circle

 

Threw you the obvious

And you flew with it on your back

A name in your recollection

Down among a million, say:

Difficult enough to feel a little bit

Disappointed, passed over.

When I've looked right through,

To see you naked and oblivious

and you don't see me

 

Well I threw you the obvious,

Just to see if there's more behind the

Eyes of a fallen angel,

Eyes of a tragedy.

 

Here I am expecting just a little bit

Too much from the wounded

But I see,

See through it all,

See through,

And see you.

 

So I threw you the obvious

Do you see what occurs behind the

Eyes of a fallen angel

Eyes of a tragedy

 

Well, oh well..

 

Apparently nothing.

Apparently nothing at all.

 

You don't

You don't

You don't see me

[toth]

Selvsagt, Keith! Jeg glemte meg, takk for påminnelsen.

[General_Skurf]

Last night i dreamt of sombreros naannananananannanananna ^^haha

 

all that she wants is another bagel ...

 

Kommer alltid på den reklamen

[svinepelz]

Neil Young - Thrasher

 

They were hiding behind hay bales,

They were planting

in the full moon

They had given all they had

for something new

But the light of day was on them,

They could see the thrashers coming

And the water

shone like diamonds in the dew.

 

And I was just getting up,

hit the road before it's light

Trying to catch an hour on the sun

When I saw

those thrashers rolling by,

Looking more than two lanes wide

I was feelin'

like my day had just begun.

 

Where the eagle glides ascending

There's an ancient river bending

Down the timeless gorge of changes

Where sleeplessness awaits

I searched out my companions,

Who were lost in crystal canyons

When the aimless blade of science

Slashed the pearly gates.

 

It was then I knew I'd had enough,

Burned my credit card for fuel

Headed out to where the pavement

turns to sand

With a one-way ticket

to the land of truth

And my suitcase in my hand

How I lost my friends

I still don't understand.

 

They had the best selection,

They were poisoned with protection

There was nothing that they needed,

Nothing left to find

They were lost in rock formations

Or became park bench mutations

On the sidewalks

and in the stations

They were waiting, waiting.

 

So I got bored and left them there,

They were just deadweight to me

Better down the road

without that load

Brings back the time

when I was eight or nine

I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,

It was that great

Grand Canyon rescue episode.

 

Where the vulture glides descending

On an asphalt highway bending

Thru libraries and museums,

galaxies and stars

Down the windy halls of friendship

To the rose clipped by the bullwhip

The motel of lost companions

Waits with heated pool and bar.

 

But me I'm not stopping there,

Got my own row left to hoe

Just another line

in the field of time

When the thrasher comes,

I'll be stuck in the sun

Like the dinosaurs in shrines

But I'll know the time has come

To give what's mine.

[Kaffegriner]

Anti-Flag - Indie Sux, Hardline Sux, Emo Sux, You Suck!

 

The indie kids are a bunch of snobs, they complain

my timing's all off

I think timing is for stupid fucks! why do they think I

play PUNK ROCK?!?!

Steve Albini playing god of indie haven, stupid dorks

keeping time in seven and eleven!

 

Indie sux, Hard-line sux, Emo sux, YOU SUCK!

Indie sux, Hard-line sux, Emo sux, YOU SUCK!

 

I'm not a vegan and I have had sex, so some hard-line

kids tried to kick my ass

If you're not like them they want to clean your clock

They're nothing but a bunch of jocks!

They're anti-choice, they're fascist youth, their songs

all sound like metal tunes!

 

Indie sux, Hard-line sux, Emo sux, YOU SUCK!

Indie sux, Hard-line sux, Emo sux, YOU SUCK!

 

But what about punkrock? What about punkrock!?

(Uahahaha!)

 

I've been told emo songs are deep, which translates

into REALLY WEEK!

All they ever do is cry, did something get caught in

their eyes?

I just can't understand it all, even I don't always

ball...

"Boo-hoo-hoo... My girlfriend dumped me... whimper

snivel... and I'm really hurt..."

 

Indie sux, Hard-line sux, Emo sux, YOU SUCK!

Indie sux, Hard-line sux, Emo sux, YOU SUCK!

They suck, they suck, they suck, they suck, they suck, they suck, they suck ... you suck!

 

Endret 25. januar 2008 av Alkaline Trio-Kid

[Petrvs Romanvs]

Postet noe Queensrÿche i en annen tråd, og kom over en sang som stadig treffer meg. Sangen er fra albumet "Promised Land" som kom ut i 1994, atypisk for bandet (men det var under grunge-bølgen så..).

 

 

You called me up on the phone today

struggling with the right words to say. Time can change a thing or two.

Time has changed the lives of me and you,

but you know... it could have been different dad.

 

The word brings back a sweet memory.

I'm sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,

by my side a distinguished man

giving me encouragement, telling me I can,

and you know... you're not there.

 

You say, "Son, let's forget the past,

I want another chance, gonna make it last."

You're begging me for a brand new start,

trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,

but you know... you never built it dad.

 

So I sit here through the night,

and I write myself to sleep,

and time keeps ticking...

 

Time has made you finally realize

your loneliness and your guilt inside.

You're reaching for something you never had,

turning around now you're looking back,

and you know... I'm not there.

 

You say, "Son, let's forget the past.

I want another chance, gonna make it last."

You're begging me for a brand new start,

trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,

but you know... you never built it dad.

 

Videoen fremkaller den samme følelsen, "which concerns an attempt by guitarist Chris DeGarmo's father to forge a reconciliation with his son. Tate's mournful vocal conveys the mood perfectly".

[toth]

Postet noe Queensrÿche i en annen tråd, og kom over en sang som stadig treffer meg. Sangen er fra albumet "Promised Land" som kom ut i 1994, atypisk for bandet (men det var under grunge-bølgen så..).

 

 

You called me up on the phone today

struggling with the right words to say. Time can change a thing or two.

Time has changed the lives of me and you,

but you know... it could have been different dad.

 

The word brings back a sweet memory.

I'm sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,

by my side a distinguished man

giving me encouragement, telling me I can,

and you know... you're not there.

 

You say, "Son, let's forget the past,

I want another chance, gonna make it last."

You're begging me for a brand new start,

trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,

but you know... you never built it dad.

 

So I sit here through the night,

and I write myself to sleep,

and time keeps ticking...

 

Time has made you finally realize

your loneliness and your guilt inside.

You're reaching for something you never had,

turning around now you're looking back,

and you know... I'm not there.

 

You say, "Son, let's forget the past.

I want another chance, gonna make it last."

You're begging me for a brand new start,

trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,

but you know... you never built it dad.

 

Videoen fremkaller den samme følelsen, "which concerns an attempt by guitarist Chris DeGarmo's father to forge a reconciliation with his son. Tate's mournful vocal conveys the mood perfectly".

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trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,

but you know... you never built it dad.

[kommando]

I have a friend, he is mostly made of pain.

And he wakes up, drives to work,

and then straight back home again.

He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.

I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.

And I tried to tell him he had a sense

of color and composition so magnificent.

And he said

 

"Thank you, please

but your flattery

is truly not

becoming me.

Your eyes are poor.

You're blind.

You see,

no beauty could have come from me.

I'm a waste

of breath,

of space,

of time."

 

I knew a woman, she was dignified and true.

And her love for her man was one of her many virtues.

Until one day, she found out that he had lied

and she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie.

But she was grateful for everything that had happened.

And she was anxious for all that would come next.

But then she wept.

What did you expect?

In that big, old house

with the cars she kept.

"And such is life," she often said.

With one day leading

to the next,

you get a little closer to your death,

which was fine with her.

She never got upset

and with all the days she may have left,

she would never clean

another mess

or fold his shirts

or look her best.

She was free

to waste

away

alone.

 

Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove.

And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road.

And he said, "Officer! Officer! You got the wrong man.

No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand!"

The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful.

And your carelessness, it is something awful.

And no, I can't just let you go.

And though your father's name is known,

your decisions now are yours alone.

You are nothing but a stepping stone

on a path

to debt,

to loss,

to shame."

 

The last few months I have been living with this couple.

Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles.

They fit together, like a puzzle.

And I love their love and I am thankful

that someone actually receives the prize that was promised

by all those fairy tales that drugged us.

And they still do me.

I'm sick, lonely,

no laurel tree,

just green envy.

Will my number come up eventually?

Like Love's some kind of lottery,

where you scratch and see

what's underneath.

It's "Sorry",

just one cherry,

or "Play Again."

Get lucky.

 

So I've been hanging out down by the train's depot.

No, I don't ride.

I just sit and watch the people there.

And they remind me of wind up cars in motion.

The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.

And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense.

All your lives one track,

can't they see it's pointless?

But just then, my knees

give under me.

My head feels weak

and suddenly

it's clear to see

it's not them but me,

who has lost my self-identity.

As I hide behind

these books I read,

while scribbling

my poetry,

like art could save a wretch like me,

with some ideal ideology

that no one can hope to achieve.

And I am never real;

it is just a sketch in me.

And everything I made is trite

and cheap

and a waste

of paint,

of tape,

of time.

 

So now I park my car down by the cathedral,

where the floodlights point up at the steeples.

Choir practice was filling up with people.

I hear the sound escaping as an echo.

Sloping off the ceiling at an angle.

When the voices blend they sound like angels.

I hope there’s some room still in the middle.

But when I lift my voice up now to reach them.

The range is too high,

way up in heaven.

So I hold my tongue,

forget the song,

tie my shoe

start walking off.

And try to just keep moving on,

with my broken heart

and my absent God

and I have no faith

but it's all I want,

to be loved.

And believe,

in my soul.

In my soul.

In my soul.

In my soul

[Petrvs Romanvs]

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trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,

but you know... you never built it dad.

Du tok den på kornet

 

Det er slik jeg føler det.. i videoen kaster vedkommende seg utfor.. og det er ingen vei tilbake. Skifter man H.G.A. til noe annet så..

 

Som Corrosion of Conformity sa det i '94 på Deliverance skiva (Broken Man):

 

Deep in the soul of a man whose seen it all

He stands alone with borrowed time

Dealing with two nothings new but they look at you

With broken backs and bleeding minds

Well I don't know even though they tell me so

You'll be the one who walks the line-standing tall

They're so fragile, but they always find you when you hide...

 

Cause your a broken man in a broken land

And don't they wish they were blessed like you

 

The struggle in side of your mind is a waste of time

Purest thoughts evaporate

Dark clouds reveal how you feel in your idle time

Your own tail becomes the bait

You don't even know even though your blood flows

Destroy yourself, your the one you hate-standing tall

They're so fragile, but they always catch you when you're late...

 

Cause your a broken man in a broken land

And don't they wish they were blessed like you

 

Standing tall they look so small with your world up their shoulders

But a broken man on broken land looks far beyond his bothers...

 

Break for the sun your the one, the chosen one,

Your time is up yor time is due

Craked like a whip from the hand of a broken man

To find out that he's just like you

But you've seen it all in your mind,

You've seen it all you built it up and they made it fall

Because your killing yourself-your so fragile,

But they cannot crush you if you don't crawl..

 

Now I'm a broken man in a broken land

Now I'm a broken man in a broken land...

 

And don't they wish they were blessed like you (x6)

 

Endret 25. januar 2008 av Ba'al-Sebul

[pi.]

http://youtube.com/watch?v=5vwU8V13UNA

 

 

Nirvana - Come As You Are

 

 

Come

as you are

as you were

as I want you to be

as a friend

as a friend

as an old enemy

take your time

hurry up

the choice is your

don't be late

take a rest

as a friend

as an old memoria

memoria

memoria

memoria

 

come

dowsed in mud

soaked in bleach

as I want you to be

as a trend

as a friend

as an old memoria

memoria

memoria

memoria

 

and I swear

that I don't have a gun

no I don't have a gun

no I don't have a gun

memoria

memoria

memoria {don't have a gun

 

and I swear

that I don't have a gun

no I don't have a gun

no I don't have a gun

no I don't have a gun

 

memoria

memoria

 

 

Det kan sies at dette er en av mine favorittsanger alltime.

Endret 25. januar 2008 av Pille_

[bjornar83]

Last night i dreamt of sombreros naannananananannanananna ^^haha

 

all that she wants is another bagel ...

 

Kommer alltid på den reklamen

 

Hvilken reklame er det??

[toth]

Bright Eyes - Waste of Paint

 

I have a friend, he is mostly made of pain.

And he wakes up, drives to work,

and then straight back home again.

He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.

I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.

And I tried to tell him he had a sense

of color and composition so magnificent.

And he said

 

"Thank you, please

but your flattery

is truly not

becoming me.

Your eyes are poor.

You're blind.

You see,

no beauty could have come from me.

I'm a waste

of breath,

of space,

of time."

 

I knew a woman, she was dignified and true.

And her love for her man was one of her many virtues.

Until one day, she found out that he had lied

and she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie.

But she was grateful for everything that had happened.

And she was anxious for all that would come next.

But then she wept.

What did you expect?

In that big, old house

with the cars she kept.

"And such is life," she often said.

With one day leading

to the next,

you get a little closer to your death,

which was fine with her.

She never got upset

and with all the days she may have left,

she would never clean

another mess

or fold his shirts

or look her best.

She was free

to waste

away

alone.

 

Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove.

And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road.

And he said, "Officer! Officer! You got the wrong man.

No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand!"

The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful.

And your carelessness, it is something awful.

And no, I can't just let you go.

And though your father's name is known,

your decisions now are yours alone.

You are nothing but a stepping stone

on a path

to debt,

to loss,

to shame."

 

The last few months I have been living with this couple.

Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles.

They fit together, like a puzzle.

And I love their love and I am thankful

that someone actually receives the prize that was promised

by all those fairy tales that drugged us.

And they still do me.

I'm sick, lonely,

no laurel tree,

just green envy.

Will my number come up eventually?

Like Love's some kind of lottery,

where you scratch and see

what's underneath.

It's "Sorry",

just one cherry,

or "Play Again."

Get lucky.

 

So I've been hanging out down by the train's depot.

No, I don't ride.

I just sit and watch the people there.

And they remind me of wind up cars in motion.

The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.

And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense.

All your lives one track,

can't they see it's pointless?

But just then, my knees

give under me.

My head feels weak

and suddenly

it's clear to see

it's not them but me,

who has lost my self-identity.

As I hide behind

these books I read,

while scribbling

my poetry,

like art could save a wretch like me,

with some ideal ideology

that no one can hope to achieve.

And I am never real;

it is just a sketch in me.

And everything I made is trite

and cheap

and a waste

of paint,

of tape,

of time.

 

So now I park my car down by the cathedral,

where the floodlights point up at the steeples.

Choir practice was filling up with people.

I hear the sound escaping as an echo.

Sloping off the ceiling at an angle.

When the voices blend they sound like angels.

I hope there’s some room still in the middle.

But when I lift my voice up now to reach them.

The range is too high,

way up in heaven.

So I hold my tongue,

forget the song,

tie my shoe

start walking off.

And try to just keep moving on,

with my broken heart

and my absent God

and I have no faith

but it's all I want,

to be loved.

And believe,

in my soul.

In my soul.

In my soul.

In my soul

Jeg hadde ikke hørt Bright Eyes, eller denne sangen før.. Det har jeg nå. For en utrolig bra sår, pint stemme! Følelsene kommer rett gjennom høyttalerne. Jeg er sterkt imponert.

[Bonna86]

Deep Water

av Jewel

album: Spirit (1998)

 

you find yourself falling down

your hopes in the sky but your heart like grape gum on the ground

and you try to find yourself

in the abstractions of religion & the cruelty of everyone else

and you wake up to realize

your standard of living somehow got stuck on survive

 

when you're standing in deep water

and you're bailing yourself out with a straw

and when you're drowning in deep water

and you wake up making love to a wall

well, it's these little times that help to remind

it's nothing without love

 

you realize your only friend

has never been yourself, or anyone who cared in the end

that's when everything fades or falls away

'cause the chains which once held us are only the chains which we've made

 

and when you're standing in deep water

and you're bailing yourself out with a straw

and when you're drowning in deep water

and you wake up making love to a wall

well, it's these little times that help to remind

it's nothing without love

 

we've compromised our pride & sacrificed our health

we must demand more not from each other, but more from ourselves

 

and when you're standing in deep water

and you're bailing yourself out with a straw

and when you're drowning in deep water

and you wake up making love to a wall

well, it's these little times that help to remind

it's nothing without love, love, love

it's nothing without love, ooh, ooh, oh

it's nothing without love, oh, oh

(nothing without love, without love)

oh, without love, without love (nothing without love, without love)

oh, without love, without love (nothing without love, without love)

oh, without love, without love (nothing without love, without love)

oh, without love, without love (nothing without love, without love)

[repeat until fade]

 

Ja, jeg er visst litt sentimental for tiden. Kjærlighetssorg og alt det derre patetiske som dere veit.(..)

[Vorpal]

U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday

 

 

I can't believe the news today,

I can't close my eyes and make it go away.

How long, how long must we sing this song?

How long? Tonight we can be as one.

 

Broken bottles under children's feet,

Bodies strewn across a dead end street,

But I won't heed the battle call,

It puts my back up, puts my back up

against the wall.

 

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

 

And the battle's just begun,

There's many lost, but tell me who has won?

The trenches dug within our hearts,

And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn

apart.

 

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

 

How long, how long must we sing this song?

How long, Tonight we can be as one.

Tonight, tonight.

 

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

 

Wipe the tears from your eyes,

Wipe your tears away,

Wipe your blood shot eyes.

 

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

 

And it's true we are immune.

When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality,

And today the millions cry,

We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.

The real battle just begun.

To claim the victory Jesus won,

On a Sunday bloody Sunday,

Sunday bloody Sunday.

 

 

Må også legge til;

 

U2 - Paint it Black

 

I see a red door

and I want it painted black

No colors anymore

I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by

Dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head

Until my darkness goes

 

I see a line of cars

And they're all painted black

With flowers and my love

Both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and

Quickly look away

Like a newborn baby

It just happens every day

 

I look inside myself

See my heart is black

I see my red door

And must have it painted black

Maybe then I'll fade away

And not have to face the facts

It's not easy facing up

When your whole world is black

 

No more will my green sea

Go turn a deeper blue

I could not foresee

This thing happening to you.

If I look hard enough

Into the setting sun,

My love will laugh with me

Before the morning comes

 

I see a red door

and I want it painted black

No colors anymore

I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by

Dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head

Until my darkness goes

 

(Humming)

 

I want to see it painted

painted black, black as night

black as coal

I want to see the sun

blotted out from the sky

I want to see it painted painted

painted, Painted Black

YEAH!

 

Endret 26. januar 2008 av Vorpal

[darling]

Dire Straits - Romeo And Juliet

 

a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade

laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made

finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade

says something like you and me babe how about it?

 

juliet says hey it's romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack

he's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back

you shoudn't come around here singing up at people like that

anyway what you gonna do about it?

 

juliet the dice were loaded from the start

and i bet and you exploded in my heart

and i forget i forget the movie song

when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong juliet?

 

come up on different streets they both were streets of shame

both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same

and i dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real

how can you look at me as i was just another one of your deals?

 

when you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold

you can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold

you promised me everything you promised me thick and thin

now you just say oh romeo yeah you know i used to have a scene with him

 

juliet when we made love you used to cry

you said i love you like the stars above i'll love you till i die

there's a place for us you know the movie song

when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?

 

i can't do the talk like they talking on the tv

and i can't do a love song like the way its meant to be

i can't do everything but i'd do anything for you

i can't do anything except be in love with you

 

and all i do is miss you and the way we used to be

all i do is keep the beat and bad company

all i do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme

julie i'd do the stars with you any time

 

juliet when we made love you used to cry

you said i love you like the stars above i'll love you till i die

there's a place for us you know the movie song

when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?

 

a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade

laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made

finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade

says something like you and me babe how about it?

 

Spesielt linja:

I can`t do everything, but I`d do anything for you

 

Nydeleg!

[Fanta4free]

evergrey - Misled

 

 

Strapped in a bed with no clothes

The room has no windows

I try to remember last night

But there's nothing

It is cold and my body starts to shiver

I try to fight it but trying makes me nauseous

I'm having a hard time deciding

If this is where they take me

Where they take me

 

I'm crawling back to sleep

And i still can't believe

Howcome you lost your faith in me

I spoke with nothing but honesty

 

I don't recognise the silence

I can feel it the reality of it scares me

Sounds of steps outside

Keys in the door-lock

White robes they're human

I've been misled

 

I'm crawling back to sleep

And I still can't believe

Howcome you lost your faith in me

I spoke with nothing but honesty

 

[solo danhage]

 

I'm crawling back to sleep

And I still can't believe

Howcome you lost your faith in me

Why did you lose your faith

[Laughing Madcap]

Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

 

 

Hello, darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision

That was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

 

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

Beneath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed

By the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

 

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share...

And no one dare

Disturb the sound of silence.

 

"Fools," said I, "you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows."

"Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you."

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed in the wells of silence.

 

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming.

And the signs said: "The words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls,

And whisper'd in the sound of silence."

 

[Invisigoth]

Tom Waits: Road to peace.

Litt lang tekst men verdt en gjennomlesning.

 

 

Young Abdel Madi Shabneh was only 18 years old,

He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home.

And his mother held his photograph up in the New York Times

You see the killing has intensified along the road to peace

 

He was a tall, thin boy with a whispy moustache disguised as an orthodox Jew

On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two

And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away

With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace

 

Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14a

In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Madi Shabnet

And the last thing that he said on earth is "God is great and God is good"

And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace

 

Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon

Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant

And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed his white Opel

And it killed his wife and his three year old child leaving only a blackened skeleton

 

They found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes and they waved them in front of the cameras

But Israel says they did not know that his wife and child were in the car

There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV

Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace

 

Israel launched it's latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday

And two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers

So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians

They fill the children full of hate to fight an old man's war and die upon the road to peace

 

"Now this is our land we will fight with all our force" say the Palastinians and the Jews

Each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance

If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out

And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost out along the road to peace

 

Once Kissinger said "we have no friends, America only has interests"

Now our president wants to be seen as a hero and he's hungry for re-election

But Bush is reluctant to risk his future in the fear of his political failure

So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press 10,000 miles from the

road to peace

 

In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Madi Shabneh

He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy

He was an excellent student, he studied so hard, it was as if he had a future

He told his mother that he had a test that day out along the road to peace

 

The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace

But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army with guns and tanks and bullets?

 

And if God is great and God is good why can't he change the hearts of men?

Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help

Maybe God himself he needs all of our help

Maybe God himself is lost and needs help

He's out upon the road to peace

 

Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help

Maybe God himself he needs all of our help

And he's lost upon the road to peace

And he's lost upon the road to peace

Out upon the road to peace

 

[Kakebakelate]

Opeth - A Fair Judgemet

 

 

Opeth - A Fair Judgement Lyrics

 

Losing sleep, in too deep

Fading sun, what have I done

Came so close to what I need most

Nothing left here

Cut the ties, uncover disguise

Left behind all intertwined

Lost control, moved out of the role now

Nothing's left here

Leave it be

It was meant for me

Soul sacrifice

Forgot the advice

Lost track of time

In a flurry of smoke

Waiting anxiety

For a fair judgement deserved