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Artist: Avantasia

Låt: Anywhere

Album: The Metal Opera Pt. II

Kommentar: Underbar låt! Refrängen är ju guld. :mellow:

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I remember it was long ago

But when I think of her I fell it grow

Something begs me to come home again

Something I can hardly stand

But I'm to defy, I have to ignore her cry

I don't know what to do, I'm missing you so bad

Waiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light

Waiting for tomorrow just to see your smile again

Take away my sorrow from a blistered heart of mine

Where are you now if you are there anywhere

Please forgive me for how I decide

But before I can come with rapid strides

Don't expect you'll have to understand

Jakob needs my helping hand

First I have to go one out of two ways

Wich both are wrong and I'm to go

So afraid, so ashamed

So deranged - but I know...

Waiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light

Waiting for tomorrow just to see your smile again

Take away my sorrow from a blistered heart of mine

Where are you now if you are there anywhere

[solo: Henjo Richter]

Waiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light...

I can't wait for you - Are you there - anywhere

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DJ Quicksilver - Ameno (Video Mix)

Riktigt mysig låt, Video Mixen är klockren!

Lyrics stämmer ej då det är olika beroende på vilken vers man har, men orden är samma.

Dori me

Interimo adapare dori me

Ameno ameno latire

Latiremo

Dori me

Omenare imperavi emulari

Ameno

Omenare imperavi emulari

Ameno

Ameno dore

Ameno dori me (x2)

Ameno dom

Dori me reo

Ameno dori me (x2)

Dori me am

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Nein, visserligen har den försämrats, men det finns fortfarande en del artister som gör väldigt bra svensk hiphop.

Njaa, kan nog inte hålla med det påståendet; ens försöka.

Visst, Timbuk och Looptroop är bra. Men även de har gått ner sig.

Megadrive är ju bra, men dom vet inga vilka dom är. 416!

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Bob Dylan - Hurricane är riktigt skön. Jag lyssnade på den så mycket att jag blev sugen på att se filmen igen. Så det ska jag göra nu. :mellow:

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.

She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,

Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see

And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.

"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands

"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.

I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops

"One of us had better call up the cops."

And so Patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'

In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.

Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that.

In Paterson that's just the way things go.

If you're black you might as well not show up on the street

'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around

He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.

Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,

Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.

The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye

Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"

Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,

Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name

While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"

"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"

"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"

"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"

"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."

Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break

We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello

Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.

You'll be doin' society a favor.

That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much.

It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay

And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise

Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail.

But then they took him to the jailhouse

Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.

The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.

No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.

And though they could not produce the gun,

The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.

The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?

Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.

How can the life of such a man

Be in the palm of some fool's hand?

To see him obviously framed

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell.

That's the story of the Hurricane,

But it won't be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he's done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

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Njaa, kan nog inte hålla med det påståendet; ens försöka.

Visst, Timbuk och Looptroop är bra. Men även de har gått ner sig.

Megadrive är ju bra, men dom vet inga vilka dom är. 416!

Mjo, jag håller med om att Timbuk har gått ner sig, även Looptroop's Fort Europa var lite sämre än deras två dess innan.

Men man kan knappst kalla det för dåligt, i varje fall inte om man älskar hiphop.

Megadrive har jag bara hört enstaka låtar av, men det jag har hört har varit väldigt bra.

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Jag är dålig på att ta till mig av andra folks musiksmak - dock ligger jag på samma våglängd som många (Crice, t.ex) och kan inte neka att jag har blivit influerad och påverkad av mycket som sagts. Aldrig sett ett tips och tänkt "ojdå, det lät intressant" och laddad ned det, DOCH.

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Dagens Bloodhound Gang:

A Lap Dance Is Always Better When The Strippes Is Crying, från albumet Hooray for Boobies

Som feminist/tänkande människa borde jag inte tycka att texten är rolig, men det gör jag. Så, kasta ut den där moralkakan du håller på att äta och släng ner "Hooray for Boobies" i cdspelaren, sätt dig ner, lyssna och le.

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I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips, milky white skin, and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well I find it's quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave," this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock. Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin', 'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer." Well, she smiled, had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern, and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask as I do my little kooky dance. And then she told me to shush. I guess she could sense my desperation. Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well I find it's quite a thrill

When she grinds me against her will

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammerin' Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resemblin' a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus' tummy-tum?" Well, ten beers, twenty minutes, and thirty dollars later I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. Got to nail her back at her trailer. That rhymes. I have to admit, it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well I find it's quite a thrill

When she grinds me against her will

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin, and slid on into The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. There I was browsin' through the latest issue of Throb, when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped. So, I decided to do what any good Christian would. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the one-eyed gopher when you're doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy. Did I say that out loud?

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well I find it's quite a thrill

When she grinds me against her will

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

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