Vilken låt har enbart med texten fått dig att böla
av den realism den ger dig?
Och vilken är den bästa quoten som antingen förändrat dig
eller ger gåshud åt alla som hör den?
(varsågod att flytta tråden jag fattar inte riktigt vart den passar bäst
Litteratur, musik eller filosofi för hamnar man fel blir man uppäten av råttorna)
Den klart bästa låttexten jag har hört är Anberlin - The Feel Good Drag.
Jag går igenom precis det han sjunger om för närvarande, och har hjälpt mej bra mycket .
"I'm here for you," she said and we can stay for awhile,
my boyfriend's gone we can just pretend.
Lips that need no introduction. Now who's the greater sin
Your drab eyes seem to invite (tell me darling) Where do we begin.
Was this over before... before it ever began?
Your kiss, your calls, your crutch. Like the devil's got your hand
This was over before... Before it ever began
Your lips, your lies, your lust. Like the devil's in your hands
Everyone in this town is seeing somebody else
Everybody's tired of someone our eyes wander for help
Prayers that need no answer now. I'm tired of who I am
You were my greatest mistake. I fell in love with your sin
Your littlest sin
Was this over before... before it ever began?
Your kiss, your calls, your crutch. Like the devil's got your hand
This was over before... Before it ever began
Your lips, your lies, your lust. Like the devil's in your hands
Failure is your disease. You want my outline drawn
You were my greatest failure. Discourse your saving song
Was this over before... before it ever began?
Your kiss, your calls, your crutch. Like the devil's got your hand
This was over before... Before it ever began
Your lips, your lies, your lust. Like the devil's in your hands
Was this over before... before it ever began?
Your kiss, your calls, your crutch. Like the devil's got your hand
This was over before... Before it ever began
Your lips, your lies, your lust. Like the devil's in your hands
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spent apart, alone
I need to get back home
To cool, cool rain
I can't sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh god, I need a drink
Of cool, cool rain
[...]
Love, reign o'er me, reign o'er me, reign o'er me... rain on me.
Den delen av texten (ja, och hela Quadrophenia-skivan) gör att Pete Townshend i min mening säkrar sin plats som en av världens bästa låtskivare. Vet inte hur många nätter jag satt och bölade över Quadrophenia-skivan sommaren 2008. Vill inte veta. Fantastiskt bra låt.
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Senast redigerad av Ogden 2010-01-23 kl. 21:06.
Anledning: fick en psykos
i keep begging you to see. why won't you ever listen? you have got me into this,
you will show me the way out...out of this. as you say there's nowhere i can go.
as you say there's no-one i can trust. as you say we're all alone out there. as
you say we can never...never be clean. as a shadow, hiding my eyes from the sun,
you walk through the door of trust to never come again. but you will stay in my
memory like a bird in a cage. you will never be released from my mind. save me,
please. and it always comes down to this. wake me up, and open my eyes.
Fetmarkerad text ger mig gåshud. Skulle lika gärna kunnat vara jag som skrev texten, den är så jäkla slående.
Hade varit på besök hos en vän som bodde i staden där mitt ex bodde, på bussresan hem kom denna låt upp på random i mp3-spelaren. Från och med den dagen har jag verkligen uppskattat allt som jag upplevt med henne. Jag fick en sån oerhörd "Jag har ta mig fan haft ett riktigt bra liv"-känsla och kände mig bara så nöjd och lycklig.
Texten:
Om du ska över sundet
Nån gudsförgäten kväll
Vill du ta med en hälsning
Till nån väldigt speciell
Vill du ge henne mina bästa
Och säg till henne sen
Att jag alltid varit stolt
Över att vara hennes vän
Säg att några av dom dar
Som vi hade med varann
Var några av de bästa
Som jag nånsin haft
Och säg att jag är ledsen
För alla fel som blev
Men att inget enda av dem
Var menat som nån slags elakhet
Säg säg säg säg
Allt det där från mig
Säg säg säg säg
Allt det där från mig
Du förresten glöm inte å säg att
Det finns saker som hon sagt
Som jag alltid ska ta med mig
Hon kunde va så briljant
O säg att jag tycker
Det behövs många fler som hon
Hon bär en doft av nåt som är större
Och du förresten en sak till kan du komma ihåg
Jag vet hon tror mitt hjärta
Är en död o iskall sten
Säg att inget kunde vara mera fel än just det
Det är bara att om jag skulle gett
Allt det hon ville ha
Skulle ingenting av det hon älskade
Från början
Till slut blivit kvar
Säg säg säg säg
Allt det där från mig
Säg säg säg säg
Allt det där från mig
Säg säg säg säg
Säg allt det där från mig
Och jag vet hon letar efter
Nåt enkelt o nåt rent
Jag vet hon längtar efter
Nåt aldrig jag kunde ge
Men säg att jag hoppas
Hon hittar nån som kan
Säg att jag hoppas
Hon hittar
Nån som
Håller henne varm
Säg säg säg säg
Allt det där från mig
Säg säg säg säg
Allt det där från mig
Börjar knappast böla av den men grymt bra text, fet-markerat känns extra mäktigt på nått sätt
Affecting all of universe with my mind
Through my will
Solar systems live and die
Omnipotence in a world of limits
Omniscient, stars will fall
On my command
But those who live within this world
Find ways to label me
Godhood or devilry
Collision as a spark of me entered flesh
Still I keep the ability to form
Until the day I leave my cage
I design this world in my image
What I create I can destroy
Stars fall on my command
Tomorrow's in my hand
I'm the grand orchestrator
In finite form and the infinite design
Beyond wings and horns I am
In wordless thought
Orchestrate the infinite
With focus on the things
Certain to face death
My essence will elude you 'til you die
Omnipotence has no beginning
Omniscience has no end
It can't be grasped
But those who live within this world
Find ways to label me
Godhood or devilry
I'm the grand orchestrator
In finite form and the infinite design
Beyond wings and horns I am
In wordless thought
Orchestrate the infinite No horns and no crown of thorns
Will fit on me
On a field where the judgment
And all the pain you feel
Can no longer reach you
In the silence existing
Between your every thoughts
That is where I'll meet you
But those who live within this world
Find ways to label me
Godhood or devilry
I'm the grand orchestrator
In finite form and the infinite design
Beyond wings and horns I am
In wordless thought
Orchestrate the infinite
No horns and no crown of thorns
Will fit on me
Lauryn Hill & Bob Marley - Turn your lights down low
Loving you is a like a song I replay
Every three minutes and thirty seconds of every day (uh, uh)
And every chorus was written for us to recite (right) Every beautiful melody of devotion every night
It's potion like this ocean that might carry me
In a wave of emotion to ask you to marry me
And every word, every second, and every third
Expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard (uh) And when I play them, every chord is a poemTelling the Lord how grateful I am cause I know him (what? word) The harmonies possess a sensation similar to your caress (uh)
If you asking then I'm telling you it's yes
Stand in love, take my hand in love, God bless (right)
Den i min signatur: Attack - 30 seconds to mars
The All-American Rejects - Dance Inside
You don't have to move, you don't have to speak
lips for biting.
You're staring me down, a glance makes me weak
eyes for striking
Now I'm twisting up when I'm twisted with you
brush so lightly
and time trickles down, and I'm breathing for two
squeeze so tightly.
I'll be fine, you'll be fine. this moment seems so long
Don't waste now, precious time
we'll dance inside the song
[Chorus]
What makes the one to shake you down? Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin touch sight tastes like fire
hands do now what eyes no longer defend
hands to fuel desire
I'll be fine, you'll be fine
this moment seems so long
Don't waste now, precious time
we'll dance inside the song
[Chorus]
Ooo, ah [x8]
And I'll be fine, you'll be fine
Is this fine? I'm not fine
Give me pieces, give me things to stay awake (stay awake)
[Chorus x2]
Move down to me, slip into you
Promoe - these walls don't lie (För alla som har graffat/r i sin ungdom)
A-1-2, A-1-2
But you don't stop
Then let the short shot
Production: DJ Large
And Promoe on the mic(on the mic, on the mic)
For all my people(all my people, graffiti writers!)
Goes a little something like this:
It was the last days of summer
Sun shinin' through the window
Life movin' real slow
You know how things go
His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)
From Looptroop his favourite rapgroup
He loved how they represented him yo
The graffyouth from the grassroots
He came from Sweden too
Felt proud when he played
his new friends the latest tunes
Check this shit out man
That he had to download
Cause his local recordstore
Was on the other side of the globe
They didn't carry the stuff
But he felt it was okay to do
He spread the Troop's message
All the way to Australia, dude
And man that couldn't be wrong
When Long Arm and Freedom Fighters
Were his fuckin' theme songs
In the headphones those nights
He spent when he stayed up
Adrenaline Rush
When he entered the lay up, singin...
Bada papa papa...
You know graffiti won't die, die
No, it won't, aha
Because these walls don't lie, lie (They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this piece, aha
He said, to those DVSG's
And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol
Mimicking the king
With the ruler's manners
Fresh dressed
In his newest shoes and flannels
Then began lettin' on
With the loosest cannons
Figurin' this'll be my coolest panel
But when they see it all they see
Is just a gruesome scandal
Erasin' all signs of life
Callin the youth some vandals
They can't handle the truth
So this is how the truth is handled
Deep into the music and his art
Man, his true love
Didn't even notice when the train pulled up
Before the bloodstains faded
On the engine cooler
The very same train
Hit another writer: Olaf
On a different continental: Europe
But then they came to the same place,
That I'm sure of
In this world people always
Looked upon them as a terror
But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...
Bada papa papa...
(aha, aha)
Graffiti writers won't die, die, no
(I'm telling you)
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
(They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this song, song
To those gone
Your memory live on(live on)
Bridge:
I know a lot of people
Including myself get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional
But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though
A lot of people including myself
Get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional
But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though
A lot changed from
The days of Spraycan stories
See me in the yard today
Lost like a freakin' tourist
And I don't claim to know much
All I really know is
We were 17 once
Actin' like we were immortals
Fearin' no evil
People said we had no morals
That's fine, their corrupt world
It really wasn't for us
We just laughed at the bullshit names
That they called us
Hated us, we hated them
And both sides found out what a war is
We were winning in the beginning
Then found out �bout the horrors
Don't get me wrong my lover
Hundred percent, no less
Peace to my people
We grow with the knowledge
I bite on death same time
I'm playin' hardish to catch
From South Africa
Writers from New York
Australia, Spain, France
And Germany, up north
Still the same rapper tellin'
Cops to fuck off
And all my writers:
Survive! This my love song to y'all
Bada papa papa...
You know graffiti won't die, die, no
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
To all my people world wide, wide, yo'
All my writers survive
Linkin Park - Hands held high (Hela texten är genialisk)
Turn my mic up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"
[Chorus:]
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old it's something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Do you see the soldiers they're out today
They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away
It's ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
[Chorus x6]
[x6]
With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why
can't it be.. why can't it be mine?
Texten till musiken ger mig alltid gåshud och denna situation är väl något alla har upplevt någon gång?
Och om vi fortsätter i samma spår; Eddie Vedders (sångaren i Pearl Jam för de ovetande) cover på Society. Jag är nog inte ensam om att ha fastnat för den här låten efter att ha sett filmen Into the Wild som jag för övrigt rekommenderar starkt.
It's a mystery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed
You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'cause when you have more than you think
you need more space
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
There's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like it's starting from the top
you can't do that...
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
Sången passar temat i filmen så bra och jag får, personligen, en lust att bara strunta i allt och bege mig hemifrån - jag vill leva som en eremit utan något annat än mig själv. Givetvis försvinner engagemanget efter ett tag men lockelsen är väldigt stor när jag hör låten och när funderar på det.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
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
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Helt klart drivkraften för att ta mig fram i livet. Jag vet inte hur jag klarade mig innan jag mötte Bon Jovi. "We weren't born to follow" Det är ingen enorm textmassa som Bon har skrivit, men för mig är den otroligt stark.
This one goes out to the man who mines for miracles
This one goes out to the ones in need
This one goes out to the sinner and the cynical
This ain't about no apology
This road was paved by the hopeless and the hungry
This road was paved by the winds of change
Walking beside the guilty and the innocent
How will you raise your hand when they call your name?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that your saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
This one's about anyone who does it differently
This one's about the one who cusses and spits
This ain't about our livin' in a fantasy
This ain't about givin' up or givin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that your saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
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