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Del musikken din her ... 

 

 

Jeg lytter på denne:

https://youtu.be/rjs0p5FWpzc

 

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Please read the letter ..

 

Caught out running
With just a little too much to hide
Maybe baby
Everything's gonna work out fine
Please read the letter
I pinned it to your door
It's crazy how it all turned out
We needed so much more

 

Too late, too late
A fool could read the signs
Maybe baby
You'd better check between the lines
Please read the letter, I
Wrote it in my sleep
With help and consultation from
The angels of the deep

 

Once I stood beside a well of many words
My house was full of rings and
Charms and pretty birds
Please understand me, my
Walls come falling down

 

There's nothing here that's left for you
But check with lost and found

 

Please read the letter that I wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote

 

One more song just before we go
Remember baby
All the things
We used to know
Please read my letter
And promise you'll keep
The secrets and the memories and
Cherish in the deep

 

Ah...

 

Please read the letter that I wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote

 

Please read the letter that I wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote

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Ingen særlig stor tilhenger av soloskivene til Alice Cooper etter Goes To Hell (1976), men har forsøkt den siste tia å se om jeg ikke har gått glipp av ei "perle" eller to fra hans MTV vennlige "glam-metal/pop-metal" flørt på sent 80-tallet/tidlig 90-tallet.

Kvaliteten på skiver som Trash (1989), Raise Your Fist and Yell (1987) og Hey Stoopid (1991) er nå et godt stykke unna det Alice Cooper/band/artisten leverte over et tiår tidligere men selv i de mørkeste stunder klinker den godeste Alice til med fantastiske nummer som Wind Up Toy og Might As Well Be On Mars (begge fra Hey Stoopid). 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPBmuTUWtf0

Tekst:

 

 

Voices come from down the hall

In my room all painted white

I have my bat and rubber ball

I like to sleep with them at night

 

But now I'm all smiles

The good little shots must be winning

Yes, they crank my dial

My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning

 

Daddy won't discuss me

What a state I must be

Mommy couldn't stand living with a wind-up toy

 

All my friends live on the floor

Tiny legs and tiny eyes

They're free to crawl under the door

And, and someday soon so will I

 

But now I'm all smiles

These good little shots must be working

I'm so happy now

Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking

 

Daddy won't discuss me

What a pain I must be

Mommy couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy

 

Doctors want to check me

Poke me and dissect me

What do they expect?

Feelings from a wound-up toy?

I don't think so I'm just a wound-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

 

I'm lost in a nightmare

Shiny white halls

Drawing rats on the wall

Solitary confinement

Chained in a cell

Got my own private Hell

 

Preacher crucifies me

Warden wants to fry me

I was never young

Never just a little boy

 

Daddy won't discuss me

What a pain I must be

Mama couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy

I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm a wind-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzJNGAfROFg

Tekst:

 

The city streets are wet with rain tonight
Taxi drivers swerve from lane to lane
A lonely guitar man playin' down the hall
Midnight blues comin' through the walls

I tried to call you on the telephone
I left it off the hook
Just to hear it ring
You told me you were better off alone
I never knew that tears could stain

I'm on the roof and I'm starin' at the stars
Lookin' down at all the cars
I can see you
In the window of your favorite corner bar
But to reach you is just too far
And I might as well be on mars

The city seems so old and grey and beat
It closes in and makes me want to suffocate
And you just live across the street
But that's a billion miles away

You've turned my world into a dark and lonely place
Like a planet lost in space, my light is fadin'
I'd cross the universe to be right where you are
But I'm right in your backyard
And I might as well be on mars

I might as well be on mars
You can't see me
I might as well be the man on the moon
You can't hear me
Oh, can you feel me so close
And yet so far
Baby, I might as well be on mars

Baby, I can't fly
If I could I'd come down to ya
Maybe I should try

I'm on the roof and I'm starin' at the stars
Lookin' down at all the cars
I can see you In the window of your favorite corner bar
But to reach is just too far
And I might as well be on mars

I might as well be on mars
You can't see me
I might as well be the man on the moon
You can't hear me
Oh, can you feel me so close
And yet so far
Baby, I might as well be on mars

 

 

 

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O, Serpent and Lion!
I invoke Thee!
Inside the shrine called life
By the seven wonders
By myriad mortals
That gone
And are to come
Outside!
Outside desert ov restriction
In act ov rebellion
On the sea ov motion
Stability ov matter
By serenity, strength and beauty
By the mighty chant ov every breath
In serpentine dance ov blood cells
In simplicity ov spells
Divine names, meta-games
I greet Thy presence
Oh Snake! Thou art God!
Coiled underneath my throne
With Thee I reunite
With blood we make this covenant
Myself I redefine
Look in and above:
There is more than the flesh
Look careful and Thou may see
The unextinguished flame
The nectar ov Thy rage
I taste from the cup ov fornication
And woman by my side
And scarlet is her skin
She's eager to rise
And so eager to please
Another day
Another eternity gone
And on the stairway to salvation
I walk alone among the falling stars
Looking for company
Where art Thou?
Oh, lacerate ones!
Arise! my sweetest friend
Or be forever fallen
We have finally arrived
From prison ov this life
To Kali's womb
Down to the earth
As angels ov almighty god-
Chaos!
'Tis our last fall
To touch our mother whore
The harlot ov the saints
That spits on the rotten cross
Incinerate the icon
The symbol ov all loss
To stand straight
At the left hand ov god
Samael! be Thou my ally!
Join me among the bright hosts
Wondering neither way ov light
Nor darkness
Ov which seed
Sprouts dispassionately
In the summer ov my life
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A Map of the Floating City (2011) "skremte" meg bra første gangen, der det åpner med 3 meget svake spor, deriblant 

 som fortsatt 5 år senere er nærmest uuholdelig, og bedre ble det ei når det følges så opp med den minst like "imponerende", Evil Twin Brother.

 

Denne grufulle starten medførte at jeg var meget nær ved å kaste inn det hvite håndkleet, men heldigvis ankom spor som A Jeleaus Thing Called Love og Road To Reno opp, og ga meg et ørlite håp om at en av 80-tallets store synthpophelter, Thomas Dolby ikke hadde glemt igjen sitt talent for å skrive fengende og flott pop musikk i en eller annen mikrochip i Silicon Valley.

 

Og jeg er glad jeg holdt ut, da side 2 og den nydelige 17 Hills (med Mark Knopfler) viser at Dolby fortsatt er en låtsnekker av rang, når han virkelig vil, bare så synd at resten av skiva er aldri i nærheten av den samme kvalitet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjQN9DvwDN0

Tekst:

 

 

This city rises on seventeen hills

Seventeen hills from the sea

And you can see 5 of those seventeen hills

Through the iron grill in cell block E

 

This city rises on seventeen hills

Seventeen hills from the bay

You can see 9 of those seventeen hills

From the lead roof of cell block A

 

Papa came here as a sailor

Jumped a ship in '53

And when he ran, my mama drank herself to death

I guess got that dirty gene It's about all he left to me

 

This city rises on seventeen hills

Seventeen hills from the bay

You see 12 of those seventeen hills

From the downpipe of cell block H

 

Flaming hair and her name was Irene

The prettiest thief you ever seen

We robbed a store and she shot an armed guard

But mine was the face on the DVR

 

They ran us down on the delta

In a freight yard rusting in the sun

But all I wanted was a place among those hills

I didn't mean to hurt no-one, no

Least of all the girl I love

 

The city rises on seventeen hills

Seventeen hills to the sky

I spread her ashes at the foot of those hills

The seventeenth hill is where she lies

 

If I can bribe some crooked lawyer

To smuggle in a hacksaw blade

Tide tables, and a yard or two of twine

I'll ride the driftwood in the Bay

Let the wind decide my fate

 

This city rises on seventeen hills

Seventeen hills from the Bay

And the silhouette of those beautiful hills

Is right at the end of this old storm drain

 

This city rises on seventeen hills

Seventeen hills from the bay

The last thing I saw was all seventeen hills

In between crests of the ocean waves

The towering crests of the ocean waves

 

 

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