Musiktips

[Bobbo Viking]

Låt: Nugen

Artist: Magnus Uggla

Album: Vittring (1978)

Ingen idé att sitta hemma och vänta på,

att telefon ska ringa,

det är bara att dra iväg,

då kan jag tänka att du har nog ringt,

medans jag var ute.

Jag måste tänka på allt jag säger,

jag måste tänka klart,

jag måste kväva mina känslor,

visst fan är de jobbigt,

men annars spricker allt rätt av.

För om jag är för nugen på dig,

tycker du jag är jobbig och skiter i mig,

om jag skiter i dig,

blir du förvånad och undrar,

om jag inte längre gillar dig.

Så vart vi tillsammans och då tyckte du,

inte längre det var kul,

då drog jag en fint för dig,

jag gjorde slut med dig,

och då vart du genast nugen på mig.

För om jag är för nugen på dig,

tycker du jag är jobbig och skiter i mig,

om jag skiter i dig,

blir du förvånad och undrar,

om jag inte längre gillar dig.

För om jag är för nugen på dig,

tycker du jag är jobbig och skiter i mig,

om jag skiter i dig,

blir du förvånad och undrar,

om jag inte längre gillar dig.

[BroDD]

Murderdolls - Kill Miss America

Refräng riffet = the sex

[P-C]

Artist: Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention

Album: You Can't Do That On The Stage Anymore

Sång: Dumb All Over

Kommentar: Hehu, en kul låt från albumet med bäst namn hittils.

[okka]

Nöter Velvet Underground som aldrig förr; dödskär i White Light/White Heat-skivan. Mumma!

Keep on suckin' on my ding-dong...

Låt: The Gift

Artist: The Velvet Underground

Album: White Light/White Heat

Kommentar: Med en berättarröst i ena örat och en oerhört skön slinga i det andra, är detta en underbar novellupplevelse i Velvet-tappning.

Text:

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had

been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and all he had

to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone

calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin, and he to

Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She would

date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She would remain faithful.

But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when

he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning

underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he

pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of

some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.

It was more than the human mind could bear.

Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual

abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how

she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped

every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and

he wasn't there (Awww...).

The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade was scheduled

to appear. He'd just finished mowing and etching the Edelsons lawn for a dollar

fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a Håller med till 100%! from

Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated Aluminum Company

of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared enough to write.

It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mails. Then it struck

him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,

true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple. He would ship himself

parcel post, special delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket to

purchase the necessary equipment. He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a

medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that

with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,

some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as

going tourist.

By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post

office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package

"Fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber

cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and

happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the

deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person. She

would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of

this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne

up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.

Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very rough

weekend. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about

it though. After it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all,

it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he

did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what

Bill could teach Waldo - but that seemed many years ago.

Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen

door and into the kitchen. "Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I

know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton

robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on

the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be

taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like

throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd

seen on television. "God, don't even talk about that." She got up from the

table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue

vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than steak," and then attempted to

touch her knees. "I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."

She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the

telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on

a cuticle. "After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him." "I

know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."

She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a

while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't

really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know

what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over

her mouth. "I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," here

she bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to!" Now she was laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office rang

the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson

opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his yellow and his

green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had

gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you

think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.

She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living

room. "I dunno."

Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the

muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down

the center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the return address and see who

it's from?" Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the

vibrating footsteps. It would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "Ah, god,

it's from Waldo!" "That schmuck!" said Sheila. Waldo trembled with expectation.

"Well, you might as well open it," said Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the

staple flap. "Ah sst," said Marsha, groaning, "he must have nailed it shut."

They tugged on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this

thing open!" They pulled again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,

breathing heavily.

"Why don't you get a scissor,"said Sheila. Marsha ran into the kitchen, but

all she could find was a little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her

father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran downstairs, and when

she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter

in her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was very out of breath.

"Here, you do it. I-I'm gonna die." She sank into a large fluffy couch and

exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the

end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough

room. "God damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,

"I got an idea." "What?" said Marsha. "Just watch," said Sheila, touching her

finger to her head.

Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could

barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his

heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood quite upright and

walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her

knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the

long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through

the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of

Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red

to pulsate gently in the morning sun.

Redigerad 20 mars, 2006 av okka

[Cortez]

Tupac feat. DMX and Drag-on - No love for me

Remix såklart. Beatet till 2Pac's Changes och DMX låter helt okej, men Drag-on låter ännu bättre. Lite sådär avslappningslåt.

[DrStupid]

Jag vet att många redan hört den, men men. Den äger!

Kashmir - Led Zeppelin

[rabarben]

Casceda - Everytime we touch

Fjortis-techno ja vet men den e så jävla brau!

[VaXXoR]

In flames - take this life !

[GTApimpfoolife]

Band: The White Stripes

Låt: Little Bird

Platta: De Stijl

Kommentar: Otroligt vilken gitarr det är i den här låten. Den hackar och dånar och brölar som aldrig förr. Jag älskar när Jack har lirat klart sitt solo och går tillbaka till riffet så vackert. Som han gör i den här låten. Otroligt. Han har även en riktigt skön röst . Fantastiskt.

Text:

I got a little bird

I'm gonna take her home

Put her in a cage

And disconnect the phone

If you give me a look

I'm gonna get the book

I'm gonna preach the word

I wanna preach to birds

As I walk the floor

Yeah, this I know

When I get you home

This is how it goes

I got nothing to lose

I'll never let you go

Redigerad 20 mars, 2006 av GTApimpfoolife

[chiligr]

Ramones/Motörhead- "R.A.M.O.N.E.S"

Skriven av motörhead...i Ramones ära!

KAN DET BLI BÄTTRE!?!?!?

[okka]

KAN DET BLI BÄTTRE!?!?!?

Enkelt svar: ja.

The Velvet Underground - Sister Ray. 17 minuter underbar musik, med någon form av, öhm, kakafoni bildad av vad som låter smått som orgel, elgitarrer och trummor och brus och.

Velvet.

Bra att gå till. Lyssna på I Heard Her Call My Name, å andra sidan, och man vill slå sönder ALLT. ALLT!

Duck and Sally inside

They're cooking for the down five

Who're staring at Miss Rayon

Who's busy licking up her big man

I'm searching for my mainline

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

Ah, it's just like Sister Ray says

Rosy and Miss Rayon

They're busy waiting for her booster

Who just got back from Carolina

She said she didn't like the weather

They're busy waiting for her Sailor

Who said he's just as big as ever

He's just here from Alabama

He wants to know a way to earn a dollar

I'm searching for my mainline

I couldn't hit it sideways

Ah, just like Sister Ray said

Cecil's got his new piece

He cocks and shoots between three and four

He aims it at the Sailor

Shoots him down dead on the floor

Oh, you shouldn't do that

Don't you know you'll stain the carpet

Don't you know you'll stain the carpet

And by the way man, have you got a dollar

Oh no man, I haven't got the time time

Too busy sucking on a ding dong

She's too busy sucking on my ding dong

Oh, she does it just like Sister Ray said

I'm searching for my mainline

I said I couldn't hit it sideways

I couldn't hit it sideways

Oh, just like, just like Sister Ray says

Now, who's that knocking

Who's that knocking on my chamber door

Now could it be the police

They've come to take me for a ride ride

Oh, but I haven't got the time time

Too busy sucking on my ding dong

She's too busy sucking on my ding dong

Oh, now, just like Sister Ray said

I'm searching on my line

I couldn't hit it sideways

I couldn't hit it sideways

Oh now, just like, just like, just like.....

Sister Ray says.

[chiligr]

Enkelt svar: ja.

The Velvet Underground - Sister Ray. 17 minuter underbar musik, med någon form av, öhm, kakafoni bildad av vad som låter smått som orgel, elgitarrer och trummor och brus och.

Velvet.

Bra att gå till. Lyssna på I Heard Her Call My Name, å andra sidan, och man vill slå sönder ALLT. ALLT!

Ett försök till....

Redigerad 20 mars, 2006 av chiligr

[okka]

Du får två försök till.

Okej.

The Velvet Underground - Lady Godivas Operation?

Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely

Pats the head of another curly haired boy, just another toy

Sick with silence she weps sincerely

saying Håller med till 100%! that have oh so clearly been said

so long ago

Draperies wrapped gently 'round her shoulder

Life has made her that much bolder now

that she's found out how

Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy

Pride and joy of the latest penny faire

pretty passing care

Hair today now dipped in the water

Making love to every poor daughter's son

isn't it fun

Now today propping grace with envy

Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there

and hasn't a care

Doctor is coming the nurse thinks SWEETLY

Turning on the machines that NEATLY pump air

the body lies bare

Shaved and hairless what once was SCREAMING

now lies silent and almost SLEEPING

the brain must have gone away

Straped securly to the white table

ether caused the body to wither and writhe

underneath the white light

Doctor arrives with knife and baggage

sees the growth as just so much cabbage

that now

must be cut away

Now come the moment of Great! Great! Decision!

The doctor is making his first incision

One goes here--one goes there

The ether tube's leaking says someone who's sloppy

the patient it seems is not so well sleeping

The screams echo up the hall

Don't panic someone give him pentathol instantly

Doctor removes his blade

cagily slow from the brain

By my count of ten--

the head won't move

Nekar du Velvets underbarhet en gång till, mister, så kommer jag personligen att raskt promenera till dig och ge dig en dansk skalle, rätt på pannbenet.

[chiligr]

Tyvärr får jag be dig gå raka vägen hem till mig och ge mig en dansk skalle...du kan få¨höra på låten jag tipsade om också!

[Scotty]

Pearl Jam - Rearviewmirror (albumet)

[GTApimpfoolife]

Band: The White Stripes

Låt: Little Ghost

Platta: Get Behind Me Satan

Kommentar: Satans countrydenagre i klass med Cells Hotel Yorba. Akustiken svänger mer i denna men tyvär i jämförelse med Yorba så är det någonting som fattas. Visst älskar man refrängen i Yorba men refrängen i denna är inte så tokig den heller. Nej jag säger såhär; Little Ghost är bätre än Hotel Yorba. Det är bara jämföra varandras bryggor så sitter svaret.

Text:

Little ghost, little ghost, one I'm scared of the most

Can you scare me up a little bit of love?

I'm the only one that sees you, and I can't do much to please you

And it's not your time to meet the lord above

The first moment that I met her I did not expect a specter

When I shook her hand I really shook a glove

She looked into me so sweetly and we left the room descreetly

No one else could know the secret of our love

Little ghost, little ghost, one I'm scared of the most

Can you scare me up a little bit of love?

I'm the only one that sees you, and I can't do much to please you

And it's not your time to meet the lord above

Every morning I awoke and I'd see my little ghost

Wonderin' if it's really her that's lying there

I'll lean to touch her and I'll whisper, but I'm not brave enough to kiss her

When I held her I was really holdin' air

Little ghost, little ghost, one I'm scared of the most

Can you scare me up a little bit of love?

I'm the only one that sees you, and I can't do much to please you

And it's not your time to meet the lord above

Though I tried my best to keep it, there really was no secret

Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall

No one else could see this apparition, but because of my condition

I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

Little ghost, little ghost, one I'm scared of the most

Can you scare me up a little bit of love?

I'm the only one that sees you, and I can't do much to please you

And it's not your time to meet the lord above

No it's not your time to meet the lord above

[BroDD]

Murderdolls - B-Movie Scream Queen

[kattälskaren]

Hjalle & Heavy - Lasse Kronér

[Moroni_Family]

BassHunter - Botten Anna

Så jävla bra

[Frenzy]

Motörhead - In the name of tragedy.

Were you ever lost,

were you ever young,

were you ever safe little brother,

Do you see the sense of the evidence,

are you still part of the struggle,

Did you bang your head,

did you go to bed,

does it still feel pretty funky,

Lay back and dream,

in the death machine,

pity you still think like a monkey,

Bring it up, bring it down til you hit the ground,

Get a rude attitude, turn the world around,

Shall we see, shall we disagree,

Sing it all In The Name of Tragedy,

Did you ever lie,

ever wonder why,

nobody believed you honey,

What a pretty smile,

drive the people wild,

wonder who ran off with the money,

Do you ever change,

is it going to rain,

will it bring you pennies from heaven,

Do you know the score,

are you waiting for,

anxious for the new Armageddon,

Live it up, live it down til we hit the ground,

Cop a rude attitude from the world around,

Shall we see, shall we disagree,

Sing it all In The Name of Tragedy,

Marbles in your mouth,

what's it all about,

do you know the name of the winner,

If I was to go,

would you let it show,

life is not a TV dinner,

If you dream of me,

will you ever see,

do you want a piece of the action,

If I wasn't sure,

would you do it more,

help me to achieve an erection,

Get it up, get it down til you hit the ground,

Get a rude attitude, turn the world around,

Shall we see, shall we disagree,

All In The Name of Tragedy,

Sing it loud, sing it out, make the people shout,

Get it all, get it on, get it sorted out,

Be a seer, be sincere, can you really see,

All In The Name of Tragedy