Musiktips

[GrandTheftCarl]

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! - The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth

GrandTheftCarl, har du hört denna?

Nope, men snart (laddar ner)

Mitt tips till den sjuka mängden dylan-fans här inne

Neil Young. Såg dokumentären om honom på tvn idag. En av vår tids största musiker.

Låtar som:

Cowgirl in the sand

Powderfinger

Winterlong

Down by the river

Like a Hurricane

Klassiker hela bunten

Hoho

(lite stolt över att jag fick med okkas favorituttryck där på slutet, en schyst avrundning sådär).

[jaeger]

Vet ej om du kommer gilla den dock. Men den är värd att lyssnas på.

[Frenzy]

Pantera - Shredding skin.

[Crice]

Neil Young. Såg dokumentären om honom på tvn idag. En av vår tids största musiker.

No kidding. "Cortez the Killer" är en favorit av honom, likaså.

Anyway...

Artist: Donovan

Låt: Jennifer Juniper

Album: Troubadour [samlingsalbum; är lite kluven angående låtens riktiga ursprung... Mahalo? EDIT: Oi, pricks! Jag klurade ut det! Svaret är "The Hurdy Gurdy Man" (som för övrigt är en superb sång)!]

Kommentar: Harmonisk; fin; semifransk.

Text:

Jennifer Juniper lives upon the hill

Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still

Is she sleeping, I don't think so

Is she breathing, yes, very low

Whatcha doin', Jennifer my love

Jennifer Juniper rides a dappled mare

Jennifer Juniper lilacs in her hair

Is she dreaming, yes, I think so

Is she pretty, yes, ever so

Whatcha doin', Jennifer my love

I'm thinking of

What it would be like if she loved me

You know just lately this happy song

It came along and I like to somehow try and tell you

Jennifer Juniper, hair of golden flax

Jennifer Juniper longs for what she lacks

Do you like her, yes I do, sir

Would you love her, yes I would, sir

Whatcha doin', Jennifer my love

Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper

Jennifer Juniper vit sur la colline

Jennifer Juniper assise tres tranquile

Dort-elle? Je ne crois pas

Respire t'elle? Oui mais tout bas

Qu'est ce que tu fais, Jenny mon amour

Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper

Redigerad 27 januari, 2006 av Crice

[skribb]

Shaggy 2 Dope - Keep It Scrubbin'.

Riktigt skönt beat. Påminner mig om P. Diddy - Bad Boys 4 Life (inte för att den är bra men).

[okka]

Mitt tips till den sjuka mängden dylan-fans här inne

Neil Young. Såg dokumentären om honom på tvn idag. En av vår tids största musiker.

Låtar som:

Cowgirl in the sand

Powderfinger

Winterlong

Down by the river

Like a Hurricane

Klassiker hela bunten

Hoho

(lite stolt över att jag fick med okkas favorituttryck där på slutet, en schyst avrundning sådär).

Oi oi, roligast är dock att du avrundade ett inlägg om Neil Young med okkas favorituttryck! 'Cus Neil Young's my maaaan [Lou Reed-röst].

Neil Youngs bästa album är - enligt mig - Harvest och After The Goldrush. Helt underbara! Fuck-a-doodle-doo, så bra dom är. Tipsar om dom. L'oki?

Finemang.

[GTApimpfoolife]

Band: The White Stripes

Låt: Astro

Platta: The White Stripes

Kommentar: Ball låt med en häftig text. Texten handlar om något man gör i hemlighet, t.ex Jacks hund Jasper "does the astro" eller något sånt. Texten skrevs bara några minuter innana låten spelades in, bara för att dte var tänkt att låten skulle vara instrumental. Men jag gillar texten skarpt, likaså låten.

Text:

"Wan Two Free For"

Maybe Jasper does the Astro

Maybe Jasper does the Astro

Maybe Jasper does the Astro, Astro

Maybe Lilly does the Astro

Maybe Lilly does the Astro

Maybe Lilly does the Astro, Astro

Whoo! Hey!

Well, maybe Jackson does the Astro

Maybe Jackson does the Astro

Maybe Jackson does the Astro Astro

Maybe Momma does the Astro

Maybe Momma does the Astro

Maybe Momma does the Astro, Astro

Well maybe Tesla does the As-tro

Maybe Tesla does the Astro

Maybe Edison is A C - D C

[Crice]

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

Album: The Times They Are A-Changin'

Kommentar: A topical song! Le pwn. Based on a true story.

Text:

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.

And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him

As they rode him in custody down to the station

And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now ain't the time for your tears.

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years

Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres

With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him

And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,

Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders

And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,

In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now ain't the time for your tears.

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.

She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage

And never sat once at the head of the table

And didn't even talk to the people at the table

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,

Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed through the air and came down through the room,

Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now ain't the time for your tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel

To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level

And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded

And that even the nobles get properly handled

Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,

Stared at the person who killed for no reason

Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.

And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,

And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,

William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.

Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Bury the rag deep in your face

For now's the time for your tears.

[jaeger]

Magic Numbers - Mornings Eleven

[BroDD]

Iron Maiden - No More Lies

[tommy killer]

Eminem feat Trick trick-Welcome 2 Detroit

[Frenzy]

Ozzy Osbourne - Mr. Crowley.

Randy Rhodes står för guran som gör hela låten.

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head

(Oh) Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead

Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic

With the thrill of it all

You fooled all the people with magic

(Yea)You waited on Satan's call

Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure

Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport

Uncovering things that were sacred, manifest on this earth

(Ah)Conceived in the eye of a secret

Yeah, they scattered the afterbirth

Solo

Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse?

Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course

Approaching a time that is classic

I hear that maidens call

Approaching a time that is drastic

Standing with their backs to the wall

Was it polemically sent

I wanna know what you meant

I wanna know

I wanna know what you meant, yeah!

(Solo)

Redigerad 28 januari, 2006 av Frenzy

[asshumla]

Brazen Riot - Follow the Mainstream(dock ett helt album ! )

[Ace]

Promoe feat Black Fist - Whats The Sound

Jävligt skönt beat..

[Pico]

Nu är Pico och alla hans olika personligheter helt sålda på Oasis andra platta "(What's The Story?) Morning Glory". Spåren "Hello", "Don't Look Back In Anger" och "Some Might Say" rekommenderas varmt, men skivan är i sin helhet en guldklimp utan dess like.

Liam Gallagher for president.

[GTApimpfoolife]

Måste bara tipsa

Band: The White Stripes

Låt: Ball and Biscuit

Platta: Elephant

Kommentar: Kul med inspirationen till texten på den här låten. När Jack gick fram till producenten Liam och samtidigt som han tittade på en mikrofon som hängde på taket så frågade han "'What's that?" och Liam svarade "Aaaah, that's a ball and biscuit mike" och Jack började skriva, hela texten skrevs inne i studion. Detta är även den längsta Stripes låten inspelat någonsin, den är hela 7 och en halv minut. Plus att den innehåller tre fantastiska gitarrsolon. Underbart.

Text:

It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl

But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son

It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl

But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son

Right now you could care less about me

But soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done

Let's have a ball and a biscuit, sugar

And take our sweet little time about it

Let's have a ball, girl

And take our sweet little time about it

Tell everybody in the place to just get out

We'll get clean together, and I'll find me a soapbox where I can shout it

Yeah

You read it in the newspaper

Ask your girlfriends and see if they know

Read it in the newspaper

Ask your girlfriends and see if they know

That my strength is tenfold, girl

I'll let you see it if you want to before you go

Let's have a ball and a biscuit, sugar

And take our sweet little time about it

Let's have a ball

And take our sweet little time about it

Tell everybody in the place to just get out

We'll get clean together, and I'll find me a soapbox where I can shout it

Yeah, I can think or one or two things to say about it

Alright, listen

Yeah, it's quite possible that I'm your third man

But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son

It was the other two which made me your third

But it's my mother who made me the seventh son

And right now you could care less about me

But soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done

Yeah, you just wait

Just stick around

You'll figure it out

[Mr Gränd]

Vet inte om nån tipsat om den här låten (orkar inte kolla) men en jag skulle rekommendera är Feel so numb med Rob Zombie

[Tija]

Måste bara tipsa

Band: The White Stripes

Låt: Ball and Biscuit

Platta: Elephant

Kommentar: Kul med inspirationen till texten på den här låten. När Jack gick fram till producenten Liam och samtidigt som han tittade på en mikrofon som hängde på taket så frågade han "'What's that?" och Liam svarade "Aaaah, that's a ball and biscuit mike" och Jack började skriva, hela texten skrevs inne i studion. Detta är även den längsta Stripes låten inspelat någonsin, den är hela 7 och en halv minut. Plus att den innehåller tre fantastiska gitarrsolon. Underbart.

Jag gillar inte den låten... Den är...inte bra. Jag skulle nog säga att det är den sämsta låt som de har gjort. Rolig bakgrundhistoria, där, dock.

[Crice]

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Idiot Wind

Album: Blood on the Tracks

Kommentar: G'damn... en av tidernas bästa låtar, no doubt.

Text:

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press

Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.

They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,

She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.

I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act

Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.

Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,

I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that

Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,

Blowing down the backroads headin' south.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike

I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.

There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,

You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars

After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are

Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.

One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,

Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,

Blowing through the curtains in your room.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.

Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,

What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top

You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind

I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes

don't look into mine.

The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building

burned.

I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime

turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,

From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read

Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.

Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,

I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory

And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,

I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.

You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,

And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,

And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,

Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,

We're idiots, babe.

It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

[RadiuZ]

Ozzy Osbourne - Mr. Crowley.

Randy Rhodes står för guran som gör hela låten.

Synd att han dog i en flygplanskrash, han och Ozzy gjorde mycket bra tillsammans.

Black Sabbath - Solitude

Album: Master Of Reality

Iommi spelar flöjt på den, riktigt bra låt.

My name it means nothing

My fortune is less

My future is shrouded in dark wilderness

Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on

Everything I posessed - now they are gone

Oh where can I go to and what can I do?

Nothing can please me only thoughts are of you

You just laughed when I begged you to stay

I’ve not stopped crying since you went away

The world is a lonely place - you’re on your own

Guess I will go home - sit down and moan.

Crying and thinking is all that I do

Memories I have remind me of you