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No kidding.

The Velvet Underground & Nico = Il Capo.

No shit, Sherlock.

Låt: European Son

Artist: The Velvet underground

Skiva: The Velvet Underground & Nico

Kommentar: En av de mest exprimentella låtarna; frenetiskt gitarrgnuggande som inleds av ett tigervrål och ett svinhögt glas som faller i marken (ajaj, det sved till rejält första gången i hörlurar). Andy Warhol gick lös, I bet.

Text:

You killed your European son

You spit on those under twenty-one

But now your blue car's gone

You better say so long

Hey hey, bye bye bye

You made your wallpapers green

You want to make love to the scene

Your European son is gone

You'd better say so long

Your clown's bid you goodbye

*6 minuter av gitarrgalenskap*

Folk säger att den drar ner måttet på skivan, men jag håller definitivt INTE med.

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Artist: Nalyd Bob

Låt: 4th Time Around

Album: Blonde on Blonde

Kommentar: Exceptionell "jag-vaknar-för-jävla-tidigt-och-klarar-inga-tunga-kompositioner"-låt. Finemangfin text, också.

Text:

When she said,

"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"

I cried she was deaf.

And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,

Then said, "What else you got left?"

It was then that I got up to leave

But she said, "Don't forget,

Everybody must give something back

For something they get."

I stood there and hummed,

I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.

And she buttoned her boot,

And straightened her suit,

Then she said, "Don't get cute."

So I forced my hands in my pockets

And felt with my thumbs,

And gallantly handed her

My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,

I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.

And after finding I'd

Forgotten my shirt,

I went back and knocked.

I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,

And I tried to make sense

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair

That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum

And when she did come, I asked her for some.

She said, "No, dear."

I said, "Your words aren't clear,

You'd better spit out your gum."

She screamed till her face got so red

Then she fell on the floor,

And I covered her up and then

Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And, when I was through

I filled up my shoe

And brought it to you.

And you, you took me in,

You loved me then

You didn't waste time.

And I, I never took much,

I never asked for your crutch.

Now don't ask for mine.

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Artist: Michael Jackson

Album: Bad

Låt: Another Part Of Me

Kommentar: Skön visa som kan ta ett tag att gilla men som utan att överdriva är el fantastico.

Text: (om någon bryr sig, den är varken komplicerad eller snyggt skriven)

We're Takin' Over

We Have The Truth

This Is The Mission

To See It Through

Don't Point Your Finger

Not Dangerous

This Is Our Planet

You're One Of Us

We're Sendin' Out

A Major Love

And This Is Our

Message To You

(Message To You)

The Planets Are Linin' Up

We're Bringin' Brighter Days

They're All In Line

Waitin' For You

Can't You See . . .?

You're Just Another Part Of Me . .

A Rather Nation

Fulfill The Truth

The Final Message

We're Bring To You

There Is No Danger

Fulfill The Truth

So Come Together

We're Mean Is You

We're Sendin' Out

A Major Love

And This Is Our

Message To You

(Message To You)

The Planets Are Linin' Up

We're Bringin' Brighter Days

They're All In Line

Waitin' For You

So Look The Truth

You're Just Another Part Of Me . .

We're Sendin' Out

A Major Love

And This Is Our

Message To You

(Message To You)

The Planets Are Linin' Up

We're Bringin' Brighter Days

They're All In Line

Waitin' For You

Can't You See . . .?

You're Just Another Part Of Me

Another Part Of Me . .

We're Takin' Over

This Is The Truth, Baby

Another Part Of Me

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Blonde on Blonde-feber!

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Temporary Like Achilles

Album: Blonde on Blonde

Kommentar: Meisterlich.

Text:

Standing on your window, honey,

Yes, I've been here before.

Feeling so harmless,

I'm looking at your second door.

How come you don't send me no regards?

You know I want your lovin',

Honey, why are you so hard?

Kneeling 'neath your ceiling,

Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while.

I'm tryin' to read your portrait, but,

I'm helpless, like a rich man's child.

How come you send someone out to have me barred?

You know I want your lovin',

Honey, why are you so hard?

Like a poor fool in his prime,

Yes, I know you can hear me walk,

But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime,

Or is it just solid rock?

Well, I rush into your hallway,

Lean against your velvet door.

I watch upon your scorpion

Who crawls across your circus floor.

Just what do you think you have to guard?

You know I want your lovin',

Honey, but you're so hard.

Achilles is in your alleyway,

He don't want me here,

He does brag.

He's pointing to the sky

And he's hungry, like a man in drag.

How come you get someone like him to be your guard?

You know I want your lovin',

Honey, but you're so hard.

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Fortsätter på krabbans Blonde On Blonde-tjoller, genom att tipsa om...

Finns så många. Hm.

Kanske...

Låt: ...Most Likely You Go Your Way And I'll Go Mine

Artist: Bob a doodle-doo!

Album: Blonde on Blonde

Kommentar: Fuckin' lovely

Text:

You say you love me

And you're thinkin' of me,

But you know you could be wrong.

You say you told me

That you wanna hold me,

But you know you're not that strong.

I just can't do what I done before,

I just can't beg you any more.

I'm gonna let you pass

And I'll go last.

Then time will tell just who fell

And who's been left behind,

When you go your way and I go mine.

You say you disturb me

And you don't deserve me,

But you know sometimes you lie.

You say you're shakin'

And you're always achin',

But you know how hard you try.

Sometimes it gets so hard to care,

It can't be this way ev'rywhere.

And I'm gonna let you pass,

Yes, and I'll go last.

Then time will tell just who fell

And who's been left behind,

When you go your way and I go mine.

The judge, he holds a grudge,

He's gonna call on you.

But he's badly built

And he walks on stilts,

Watch out he don't fall on you.

You say you're sorry

For tellin' stories

That you know I believe are true.

You say ya got some

Other kinda lover

And yes, I believe you do.

You say my kisses are not like his,

But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.

I'm just gonna let you pass,

Yes, and I'll go last.

Then time will tell who fell

And who's been left behind,

When you go your way and I go mine.

Och som lite grädde på grädden tipsar jag om VELVET UNDERGROUND, men är för slö för att orka lägga upp text och tjoller. Ni får helt enkelt göra det själva.

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