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Redo för tidernas bästa text, någonsin? Säkerligen.

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

Album: Bringing It All Back Home

Kommentar: Som sagt; detta är tidernas bästa text. Melurrvs it. Du kan inte höra låten utan att någonstans twista Bobs fina metaforer till ditt eget liv. Woot.

Text:

Darkness at the break of noon

Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child's balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn

From the fool's gold mouthpiece

The hollow horn plays wasted words

Proves to warn

That he not busy being born

Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door

You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar

You feel to moan but unlike before

You discover

That you'd just be

One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear

A foreign sound to your ear

It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall

Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

To make all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don't hate nothing at all

Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark

As human gods aim for their mark

Made everything from toy guns that spark

To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It's easy to see without looking too far

That not much

Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates

Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates

Goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States

Sometimes must have

To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged

It's only people's games that you got to dodge

And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you

Into thinking you're the one

That can do what's never been done

That can win what's never been won

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear

You suddenly find you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near

When a trembling distant voice, unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear

That somebody thinks

They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit

Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy

Insure you not to quit

To keep it in your mind and not fergit

That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules

For the wise men and the fools

I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be

Nothing more than something

They invest in.

While some on principles baptized

To strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise

Outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize

And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire

Gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society's pliers

Cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole

That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault

On anyone that lives in a vault

But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs

Limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals, insult and stare

While money doesn't talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares

Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer's pride, security

It blows the minds most bitterly

For them that think death's honesty

Won't fall upon them naturally

Life sometimes

Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards

False gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I have had enough

What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen

They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

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Du drar märkliga slutsatser... Jag har bara väldigt blandad musiksmak... Jag menar, White Stripes och Bloodhound Gang har inga som helst kopplingar mellan sig, jag tror att de knappt är medvetna om varandras existens. White Stripes lyssnar man på för att de är bra (för de är jävligt bra, och de har inte sjunkit) och Bloodhound Gang lyssnar man på dels för att texterna är roliga, dels för att Jimmy Pop har så mysig röst och dels för att "ingen annan" gör det...

Håller med. Jag lyssnar också på White Stripes en da goch sen en annan dag kan jag lyssna på Lindsay Lohan. Blandad musiksmak ftw!

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och Bloodhound Gang lyssnar man på dels för att texterna är roliga, dels för att Jimmy Pop har så mysig röst och dels för att "ingen annan" gör det...

Håller med det du skrev, men här i Kalmar lyssnar "alla" på Bloodhound Gang :shifty:

Btw, The White Stripes är grymma. The Denial Twist, Fell in love with a girl och Doorbell är bäst! :)

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Nu tänkte jag inte på den mångfalden, tänkte mer på mångfald att man lyssnar på olika artister.

Bloodhound gang är väl dussin om ngt.

1. Måste man lyssna på Lindsay Lohan för att lyssna på olika sorters musik? :)

2. Bloodhound Gang är inte särskilt mycket "dussinband"... Jag menar, nämn ett band som är som de?

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1. Måste man lyssna på Lindsay Lohan för att lyssna på olika sorters musik? :)

2. Bloodhound Gang är inte särskilt mycket "dussinband"... Jag menar, nämn ett band som är som de?

Du missförstår ju allting, skitsamma. Jag tänker iaf förespråka mångfald och du kan ju stanna kvar i tråkträsket om du vill.

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Du missförstår ju allting, skitsamma. Jag tänker iaf förespråka mångfald och du kan ju stanna kvar i tråkträsket om du vill.

Missförstå och missförstå... Dessutom lyssnar jag på mer eller mindre allt. (utom amerikansk tjejpop...och techno... Techno tål jag inte.) Så även om jag sitter i ett tråkträsk, så är det ett stoooort tråkträsk!!

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Artiste: Guns N' Roses

Låt: Garden Of Eden

Album: Use Your Illusion I

Kommentar: Lost in the Garden of Eden, yeah, we're lost in the Garden of Eden -- this fiiire's burnin' and it's out of control; it's not a problem you can stop -- it's rock n' roll! Wubness.

Sometimes when I look out it's hard to see the day, it's a feeling, you can have it, it's not mine to take away!

Wahaha. Suck on that.

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Artiste: Guns N' Roses

Låt: Garden Of Eden

Album: Use Your Illusion I

Kommentar: Lost in the Garden of Eden, yeah, we're lost in the Garden of Eden -- this fiiire's burnin' and it's out of control; it's not a problem you can stop -- it's rock n' roll! Wubness.

Sometimes when I look out it's hard to see the day, it's a feeling, you can have it, it's not mine to take away!

Wahaha. Suck on that.

:)

Vill inte tipsa något idag.

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Artiste: Sonata Arctica

Låt: Champagne Bath

Album: Winterheart's Guild

Kommentar: Mycket skön låt och refräng, Sonata Arctica ftw! ^_^

Text:

Spare me your tiny talk, kneel down and wash my feet.

Could someone, please, fly you away, out from your misery.

Suck it all in, go ahead and take your daily overdose.

Only do not come and demonstrate me how your mind explodes.

Build yourself a Trojan horse, to stand out in the mass.

Tuck it here before our eyes, then see what comes to pass.

Well - cut version of the turmoil you have caused is on the news.

To present a biased view, for our elevated pastime's due.

The sun won't rise behind you anymore.

Neglected, disconnected.

You seem to need their power even more.

One time more, to die for...

If you - take one step back, you will see what they stuck in your eye.

All the rights for your life are always implied.

If I care what you say there, impersonated form of life.

On your Lilo, limp and only, list your wishes for the night..

The sun won't rise behind you anymore.

Neglected, disconnected.

You seem to need their power even more.

One time more, to die for...

I'm covered with gauze-like steel.

My mind you've rotten to the core.

High operator, hear my appeal.

This thing is not to be allowed to breed.

You must be deaf, dumb and blind.

I loath you and your kind. Die.

You keep good company in a Champagne bath and smile with all your faces.

Our day you grace by showing up in ev'ry place. Speed-dial one, call them,

they come and make us see how once again.

They mistreated you, this fame it sure must be a royal pain.

The sun won't rise behind you anymore.

Neglected, disconnected.

You seem to need their power even more.

One time more, to die for...

I see the sun behind you yet once more.

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