Musiktips

[VaXXoR]

Nästan ala yellowcard låtar

[Peskele]

Artist: John Lennon

Låt(ar): Woman Is The Nigger Of The World & Bring On Lucie

Album: De versionerna jag lyssnar på i detta ögonblick är ifrån Anthology boxen

Kommentar: 2 sköna sånger att sitta att lyssna på. (som vanligt)

Redigerad 22 februari, 2006 av Peskele

[Corleone]

Band: Metallica

Låt: The unforgiven

Das record: Black Album

Egen kommentar: De é ju gör gött

Text:

New blood joins this earth

And quikly he’s subdued

Through constant pain disgrace

The young boy learns their rules

With time the child draws in

This whipping boy done wrong

Deprived of all his thoughts

The young man struggles on and on he’s known

A vow unto his own

That never from this day

His will they’ll take away

What I’ve felt

What I’ve known

Never shined through in what I’ve shown

Never be

Never see

Won’t see what might have been

What I’ve felt

What I’ve known

Never shined through in what I’ve shown

Never free

Never me

So I dub the unforgiven

They dedicate their lives

To running all of his

He tries to please them all

This bitter man he is

Throughout his life the same

He’s battled constantly

This fight he cannot win

A tired man they see no longer cares

The old man then prepares

To die regretfully

That old man here is me

What I’ve felt

What I’ve known

Never shined through in what I’ve shown

Never be

Never see

Won’t see what might have been

What I’ve felt

What I’ve known

Never shined through in what I’ve shown

Never free

Never me

So I dub the unforgiven

You labeled me

I’ll label you

So I dub the unforgiven

Band: Metallica

Låt: Sad but true

Das record: Black Album

Egen kommentar: Kanske Metallicas bästa låt

Text:

Hey

I'm your life

I'm the one who takes you there

Hey

I'm your life

I'm the one who cares

They

They betray

I'm your only true friend now

They

They'll betray

I'm forever there

I'm your dream, make you real

I'm your eyes when you must steal

I'm your pain when you can't feel

Sad but true

I'm your dream, mind astray

I'm your eyes while you're away

I'm your pain while you repay

You know it's sad but true

You

You're my mask

You're my cover, my shelter

You

You're my mask

You're the one who's blamed

Do

Do my work

Do my dirty work, scapegoat

Do

Do my deeds

For you're the one who's shamed

I'm your dream, make you real

I'm your eyes when you must steal

I'm your pain when you can't feel

Sad but true

I'm your dream, mind astray

I'm your eyes while you're away

I'm your pain while you repay

You know it's sad but true

I'm your dream

I'm your eyes

I'm your pain

You know it's sad but true

Hate

I'm your hate

I'm your hate when you want love

Pay

Pay the price

Pay, for nothing's fair

Hey

I'm your life

I'm the one who took you here

Hey

I'm your life

And I no longer care

I'm your dream, make you real

I'm your eyes when you must steal

I'm your pain when you can't feel

Sad but true

I'm your truth, telling lies

I'm your reasoned alibis

I'm inside, open your eyes

I'm you

Sad but true

Redigerad 22 februari, 2006 av Corleone

[epix]

Band: The Clash

Låt: The Magnificent Seven

Platta: Sandinista!

Kommentar: Underbar start på dagen låt typ.

Text: Extremt lång text så ni får leta själv.

Redigerad 22 februari, 2006 av epix

[tommy killer]

Artist: The Beatles

låt: Sgt Peppers Lonley Hearts Club Band

Album:Sgt Peppers Lonley Hearts Club Band

Me name is Finley and I love to fight.

Gav det albumet till min pappa igår på hans födelsedag.

[Bobbo Viking]

Låt: Jazzgossen

Artist: Magnus Uggla (Rock-cover på Karl Gerhards "Jazzgossen")

Album: Va ska man ta livet av sig för när man ändå inte får höra snacket efteråt (1977)

Med rytmiskt vaggande höfter,

vi gossar gör vår entré,

vår byx har press,

vår byst nobless,

så vår hållning är något blasé.

Vår blick ger trötta små löften,

åt Sturegatans publik,

men varför tystnar plötsligt,

vaktparadens mässingsmusik.

Jo, där kommer ju en gosse,

med en byxa som är rakknivvass,

mockaskor har han på sej,

och hans hobby är att dansa jazz.

Han är smal och smärt om midjan,

han ler i mjugg,

han har skärp om lilla midjan,

i pannan lugg.

Han och andra söta gossar,

som har tusch på sina ögonlock,

på sitt lilla bakverk frossar,

sen på Royal vid five o'clock.

Han på höga klackar trippar,

som jazzexpert,

och i små synkoper vippar,

hans lilla stjärt.

Jag läste i gamla romaner,

som är så tråkiga så,

att mannakraft,

man fordom haft,

och en brynja av plåt tog man på.

Usch, du talar om dåtidens vanor,

om jungfruns strävan till häst,

men nutidsmänskan har gått framåt,

när vi nutidsmänskor har fest.

Jo, där kommer ju en gosse,

med en byxa som är rakknivvass,

mockaskor har han på sej

och hans hobby är att dansa jazz.

Han är smal och smärt om midjan,

han ler i mjugg,

han har skärp om lilla midjan,

i pannan lugg.

Han och andra söta gossar,

som har tusch på sina ögonlock,

på sitt lilla bakverk frossar,

sen på Royal vid five o'clock.

Han på höga klackar trippar,

som jazzexpert,

och i små synkoper vippar,

hans lilla stjärt.

Och i små synkoper vippar,

hans lilla stjärt.

Wäh!

[Tux]

Mitt tips till er är Simple Plan - Untitled. Den är så jävla skön. Det är värt att lyssna på!

[rabarben]

The Attic - I just cant help it! Tack cortez

[jaeger]

Gav det albumet till min pappa igår på hans födelsedag.

Han borde ha blivit glad? Blev han det?

[Crice]

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Bob Dylan's Dream

Album: The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

Kommentar: Orkar inte, men den är brau.

Text:

While riding on a train goin' west,

I fell asleep for to take my rest.

I dreamed a dream that made me sad,

Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room

Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,

Where we together weathered many a storm,

Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,

Our words were told, our songs were sung,

Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied

Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,

We never thought we could ever get old.

We thought we could sit forever in fun

But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,

It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.

And our choices were few and the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,

And many a gamble has been lost and won,

And many a road taken by many a friend,

And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,

That we could sit simply in that room again.

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,

I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

[chiligr]

I denna Zappa och Dylan epidemi som har utbrutit på forumet ska jag gå emot strömmen och tipsa om, Ebba Grön - We're only in it for the drugs

Du är fan en grym kille!!!!!

[eliizar]

Shoot Charlie - Come Around

[Maxz]

Du är fan en grym kille!!!!!

Ja, jag är jävligt ball...

Nirvana - Rape Me

[okka]

Det är någonting speciellt med Velvet på morgonen, aaah! HEEEEROOOOIIN.

Tipsar dock om någon mer o-tipsad låt med denna vackra grupp...

Låt: I Can't Stand It

Grupp THE VELVET UNDERGROUND

Album: Ojdå, vad dillade jag om? Den är inte med på något album, egentligen. Finns dock på samlingen VU som innefattar Velvets låtar inspelade mellan deras tredje och fjärde album.

Kommentar: ANDY WARHOL!!

Text:

Before being a man

Livin in a garbage pail

My landlady call me up

She tried to hit me with a mop

I cant stand it anymore more

I cant stand it anymore more

I cant stand it anymore more

But if shelly she would just come back

Itll be allright

But if shelly she would just come back

Itll be allright

I live with thirteen dead cats

A purple who hear spats

Theyre all livin in a hall

And I cant stand it anymore

I cant stand it anymore more

I cant stand it anymore more

I cant stand it anymore more

But if shelly she would just come back

Itll be allright

But if shelly she would just come back

Itll be allright

Before being a man

Livin in a garbage pail

My landlady call me up

She tried to hit me with a mop

I cant stand it anymore more

I cant stand it anymore more

I cant stand it anymore more

But if shelly she would just come back

Itll be allright

But if shelly she would just come back

Itll be allright

Be allright, be allright....

Redigerad 23 februari, 2006 av okka

[BroDD]

Iron Maiden - The Evil That Men Do

[P-C]

Frank Sinatra - When We Swing

'We love it when a lady squeeze' us. That's an easy way to please us! But we feel like FRIKKIN JEEESUS when we swing..'

Redigerad 23 februari, 2006 av P-C

[tommy killer]

Han borde ha blivit glad? Blev han det?

Japp, gav också Abbey Road.

[jaeger]

Artist: Arctic Monkeys

Låt: Mardy Bum

[tommy killer]

Juelz Santana - Oh Yes

[Crice]

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Motorpsycho Nightmare

Album: Another Side of Bob Dylan

Kommentar: Bobby gör det han gör bäst... folksångsinspirerade finurligheter.

Text:

I pounded on a farmhouse

Lookin' for a place to stay.

I was mighty, mighty tired,

I had gone a long, long way.

I said, "Hey, hey, in there,

Is there anybody home?"

I was standin' on the steps

Feelin' most alone.

Well, out comes a farmer,

He must have thought that I was nuts.

He immediately looked at me

And stuck a gun into my guts.

I fell down

To my bended knees,

Saying, "I dig farmers,

Don't shoot me, please!"

He cocked his rifle

And began to shout,

"You're that travelin' salesman

That I have heard about."

I said, "No! No! No!

I'm a doctor and it's true,

I'm a clean-cut kid

And I been to college, too."

Then in comes his daughter

Whose name was Rita.

She looked like she stepped out of

La Dolce Vita.

I immediately tried to cool it

With her dad,

And told him what a

Nice, pretty farm he had.

He said, "What do doctors

Know about farms, pray tell?"

I said, "I was born

At the bottom of a wishing well."

Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails

I guess he knew I wouldn't lie.

"I guess you're tired,"

He said, kinda sly.

I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles

Today I drove."

He said, "I got a bed for you

Underneath the stove.

Just one condition

And you go to sleep right now,

That you don't touch my daughter

And in the morning, milk the cow."

I was sleepin' like a rat

When I heard something jerkin'.

There stood Rita

Lookin' just like Tony Perkins.

She said, "Would you like to take a shower?

I'll show you up to the door."

I said, "Oh, no! no!

I've been through this before."

I knew I had to split

But I didn't know how,

When she said,

"Would you like to take that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't leave

Unless the old man chased me out,

'Cause I'd already promised

That I'd milk his cows.

I had to say something

To strike him very weird,

So I yelled out,

"I like Fidel Castro and his beard."

Rita looked offended

But she got out of the way,

As he came charging down the stairs

Sayin', "What's that I heard you say?"

I said, "I like Fidel Castro,

I think you heard me right,"

And ducked as he swung

At me with all his might.

Rita mumbled something

'Bout her mother on the hill,

As his fist hit the icebox,

He said he's going to kill me

If I don't get out the door

In two seconds flat,

"You unpatriotic,

Rotten doctor Commie rat."

Well, he threw a Reader's Digest

At my head and I did run,

I did a somersault

As I seen him get his gun

And crashed through the window

At a hundred miles an hour,

And landed fully blast

In his garden flowers.

Rita said, "Come back!"

As he started to load

The sun was comin' up

And I was runnin' down the road.

Well, I don't figure I'll be back

There for a spell,

Even though Rita moved away

And got a job in a motel.

He still waits for me,

Constant, on the sly.

He wants to turn me in

To the F.B.I.

Me, I romp and stomp,

Thankful as I romp,

Without freedom of speech,

I might be in the swamp.