Musiktips

[tommy killer]

DMX - We In Here

[BroDD]

Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13 - Scary Song

[Peskele]

Grupp: Canned Heat

Album: Future Blues

Låt: Lets Work Together

[Valle-Ball]

ARTIST/BAND:

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LÅT: Sink the pink

ALBUM:

KOMMENTAR: Lite Led zeppelin över den här låter, och den äger

TEXT:

Put your gear into fire

Lay your bullets on the ground

Turn your head to desire

There's a woman going down

She said she'll rough you up, all the way

And she gonna spit you out, count your days

She says choice is yours, casually

So why don't you do what comes naturally

Sink the pink, it's all the fashion

Drink the drink, it's old-fashioned

Gimme water, gimme wine

Gonna show you a good time

Sink the pink

Sink the pink

Got a fever runnin' high

Give you wings to make you fly

She school you like a fool

She make you break the rules

She wanna get a shot, hit the spot

Then I'm gonna rack 'em up, get that hot

She said make it good, satisfy

You know that woman got jealous eyes

Did you sink it on me?

OOOOH!Yeah!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

[Frenzy]

Min favoritskiva just nu. Låtar som: Bite the pain, Spirit Crusher och Voice of the soul är helt underbara.. köp detta album!

EDIT: Tipsar väl om en låt också, läs texten för fan!

Death - Bite the pain.

Look down at the body

you may see no trace of wounds

but in the eye

the eye of the beholder

one cannot asume.

Not a drop of blood is drawn

but you know how it bleeds

beware of the sharp edged weapon

called human being

It is a shield of passion

and strong will

from this I am the victor

instead of the kill

I will not feed your hunger, instead

I bite the pain

looking not back, but forward

I bite down hard

try to cover up the trail of deceit

and daggers spawned from your soul

(Solo Hamm/Schuldiner)

Acid, the tears of remorse

flow in vain, too late for regrets

save it

for the next ill fated game.

Redigerad 12 april, 2006 av Frenzy

[Pico]

Låt: Slide Away (Live Knebworth 1996)

Artist: Oasis

Skiva: Knebworth 1996 Bootleg

Genre: Britpopish

Kommentar: OH SHIAT!!! Musikorgasm!!! AYEEE! AYEEEYEYAYEYEYA!!!! Bättre än så här blir det inte. Så in i helvetes vansinnigt cp-bra. Jag ber er, ladda hem. Ladda hem och nj00t, ni kommer inte att ångra er.

Text: (något modifierad för live-versionen utav Pico)

Slide away - and give it all you've got

My today - fell in from the top

I dream of you - and all the things you say

I wonder where you are now?

Hold me down - all the world's asleep

I need you now - you've knocked me off my feet

I dream of you - we talk of growing old

But you said please don't !

Slide in baby - together we'll fly

I've tried praying - and I know just what you're saying to me

Now that you're mine

I'll find a way

Of chasing the sun

Let me be the one that shines with you

In the morning when you don't know what to do

Two of a kind

We'll find a way

To do what we've done

Let me be the one that shines with you

And we can slide away.

Slide away - and give it all you've got

My today - fell in from the top

I dream of you - and all the things you say

I wonder where you are now?

Slide in baby - together we'll fly

I've tried praying - and I know just what you're saying to me

Now that yer' MAAAAIIIIIYYYYYNEEEEEEEHHHH!!!!!!1!!!!!!

I'll find a way

Of chasing the sun

Let me be the one that shines with you

In the morning when you don't know what to do

Two of a kind We'll find a way

To do what we've done

Don't know, don't care

All I know is that you can take me there

Don't know, don't care

All I know is that you can take me there

Don't know, don't care

All I know is that you can take me there

Don't know, don't care

All I know is that you can take me there

Don't know, don't care

All I know is that you can take me there

Take me there

Take me there

Take me there

Take me there

Take me there

Take me there

All I know is that you can take me there

Take me there

Take me there

Take me there

Take me there

Take me there

Take me there

WHAT FOR?!

~ Ladda hem! ~

Redigerad 12 april, 2006 av Pico

[Bobbo Viking]

Låt: Joey Killer

Artist: Magnus Uggla

Album: Den döende dandyn (1986)

Kommentar: En av Ugglas mest uppskattade och mest lönande låtar på "senare tid". Redan efter en vecka efter släppet av singeln hade den sålt över 60 000 exemplar. Det skojiga var att varenda kotte i Sverige trodde att låten var en satir om Joey Tempest (sångaren i Europe) vilket Uggla inte kommenterade förrän 16 år senare, att så var inte fallet. Texten har han tagit ifrån tiden då han och hans källarband (JUSO) suttit i en av bandmedlemmarnas källare, då morsan kommit ner med bullar och rykande choklad.. Hur som helst é detta en av de bästa spåren under denna Uggla-tid. Ingen kan väl ha missat denna slagdänga?

Det finns en mäsen, det finns en mäsen,

hallå, hallå, hallå, Sweden!

Joey Killer, våldets gud, ett heavy-metal freak,

som ruskar så sexigt med håret på scenen,

spottar, fräser på sin publik.

Men allra ballast är han är han juckar i sin noppriga trikå,

spelar på guran med tunga och tänder,

ålar på golvet, trippar på tå.

Han ylar som en skadad svan,

en låt om när han skövlar stan.

Men mitt i den sången,

hörs från sceningången:

hallå, hallå, hallå, hallå Joey.

Och där står mamma med bullar,

och rykande choklad,

hon kramar och gullar,

ser till att han mår bra,

ingen, så smart ser så klart,

oh, oh, oh, för mamma vet bäst vad sin superstar vill ha.

När han sen ska ut på dyr fyrtiolångtradars turné,

med sin Butteriksimage, hetsa små pojkar,

så dom kissar på sig när han gör entré.

Genom eld och blixtar, låtsas påtänd,

går han upp i en slottsruin,

sen i ett laser rökfyllt extranummer,

nackar han höns med giljotin.

Sen flyr han stället som ett skott,

byter sin mick mot tummetott.

Somnar som i trans,

drömmer om ett fans,

som ropar: hallå, hallå, hallå, hallå Joey.

Och där står mamma med bullar,

och rykande choklad,

hon kramar och gullar,

ser till att han mår bra,

ingen, så smart ser så klart,

oh, oh, oh, för mamma vet bäst vad sin superstar vill ha.

När hans stjärna dalat,

och rösten mist sin ton,

känns det bittert deppigt, bli en vanlig grå person.

Roine Blom från Furuvik,

utan nån hit och utan publik.

Men mitt upp i gråten,

hörs den gamla låten:

hallå, hallå, hallå, hallå Roine.

Och där står mamma med bullar,

och rykande choklad,

hon kramar och gullar,

ser till att han mår bra,

ingen, så smart ser så klart,

oh, oh, oh, för mamma vet bäst vad sin superstar vill ha.

Ja, mamma vet bäst vad en superstar vill ha.

Aaaaaaah, mamma!

Redigerad 12 april, 2006 av Bobbo Viking

[Xersize]

För hip-hoppare så har jag ett bra tips.

Hillwood Hustlaz med South Park Mexicans (SPM)

Så att ingen undrar i onödan så har South Park Mexicans inget att göra med serien.

Chorus: Grimm

boy ya never shoulda fucked with uuss

we da hillwood hustlaaaaz

n****s known for bustin sluugs

makin money sellin sluts & drugs

Verse 1: SPM

I'ma a mothafuckin hillwood cowboy 5 40 ass raised mr. c. coy

a.k.a El Coyote creepin slow throught the monte

peace to my n****s in the grave and the bote

ponte quidow bow wow wow. soy el mujado de ciudad hustletown

blue & white porche 60,000 dolla horse at my ranch where my

butt naked maids do my chores

I slap all the demons get weighed on triple beamas,

i got a dirty harry plus a pair of perdy ninas

raised on the south side of houston, fuck with the click

and shit'll get gruesome, quick execution day of revolution.

moms wanna send me to another institution. life is so precious

why would you test this? Mex outta Tex with 7 s-k-s's partna

Chorus:Grimm(x2)

Verse 2: Rasheed

They call me rasheed i smoke the bomb weed

i came up off my feet cuz i make my block bleed it must be on G

all greed cause my boys rob ki's Im'a cha chi ever rub her clock these

i never buy g's leave em bloody by deeezzz

put them in the back of a stolen marquis call the cops please

cause this mothafuckin smell the ringin in my ears sounds like bell bells

well this is farewell i park parallel walk to the park and smoke on the

carosel. we play hide and seek and then freeze tag.

but the tag on ya toe in a police bag blow green grass

but i still think fast fuck a bitch. 4-5 don't lie dont jive

takin hoes lives run up in my face and take a nose dive cuz...

Chorus: Grimm (x2)

Verse 3: SPM

26 pistols 17 missles take em all to school and give them early dismissal

no referees or whistles just be the craziest, im in the studio like

julio iglesias i break truce, blast and chunk deuce

make a few calls tell em "let the dogs loose" 44 troops camaflauge

and black boots the games will begin when the first man shoots

seperate in groups go as low as you can stoop

put a hole in they ass like a fuckin fruit loop, shoot to kill

make en puke and squeal cath em while they sleepin in they

coupe deville. my crew is real and after yall do this deal

ima take yall n****s on vacation to brazil, lucious steal

at the ship channel bridge and remember the rule

no woman no kids

Chorus:Grimm (x2)

Redigerad 12 april, 2006 av Xersize

[P-C]

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dani Califonia

Wård up, kattis.

----

Artist: Laakso

Album: My Gods

Låt: High Drama

Kommentar: Ljusa röster och cathig melodi. Kan laakso bli bättre?

[GTApimpfoolife]

Band: Guns N' Roses

Låt: Shotgun Blues

Platta: Use Your Illusion II

Kommentar: Ja precis såhär låtar alla andra GN'R låtar också. men är de det som är bra? Ja, de är det.

Text:

I got the shotgun blues, shotgun blues

I said I don't know what I did

But I know I gotta move

I got the shotgun blues, shotgun blues

I can't wait here forever

I got too much here to lose

And now you're blowing smoke

I think you're one big joke

Me, I gotta lot to learn

And I'm still waiting for the heads to turn

You say I walk a line

Fuck, they move it every time

You walk a mile in my shoes

And then you tell me 'bout singin' the blues

You get what you pay for

And freedom's real high priced

And while your ripping off children

Somebody's fuckin' your wife

It's never made a difference

It's only how you survive

I got the shotgun blues, shotgun blues

I said I don't know what I did

But I know I gotta move

I got the shotgun blues, shotgun blues

I can't wait here forever

I got too much here to lose

And now you ask me why

I said it's do or die

I'll stick it right in your face

And then I'll put you in your motherfucking place

And you... You can suck my ass

An I think it's so low class

Me, I'm just so concerned

I'm still waiting for your ass to burn

Ooh, you want a confrontation

I'll give you every fuckin' chance

With your verbal masturbation

Me, I just like to dance

How's that for provocation

I'm just making a stance

And I'm tired of the frustration

Of living inside of your lies

And I'm wired on indignation

I said somebody's got to die

I got the shotgun blues, shotgun blues

I said I don't know what I did

But I know I gotta move

I got the shotgun blues, shotgun blues

I can't stay here forever

I got too much here to lose

I got the shotgun blues, shotgun blues

Listen motherfucker

You're about to pay your dues

I got the shotgun blues, shotgun blues

If you're goin' up against me

Then you know you're gonna lose

I know

I know

I know

I know

You think anyone with an I.Q. over 15

Would believe your shit, fuckhead

Nothin' but a fuckin' pussy

[Frenzy]

Death - Evil Dead.

[Cortez]

D12 - When the music stops...

Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference

But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids

Sike!

If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow

Would you feel sorrow or show love

Or would it matter

Can never be the lead-off batter of things

Shit for me to feed off

I'm see-saw battlin

But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake

There's too much on my plate

And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away

And not say what I got to say

What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?

Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back

I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out

I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark

Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark

Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off

Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off

See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out

Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle

Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap

Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?

He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that

Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,

This is crazy the way we act

When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

o.s.v... =)

Redigerad 13 april, 2006 av Cortez

[Valle-Ball]

ARTIST: Mötley Crüe

LÅT: Looks that kill

ALBUM: Shout at the devil (-83), Decade of decadance (-91) och Red, white & crue (-05)

KOMMENTAR: Komplettera med video och denna är absolute rock classic

TEXT:

Now listen up

She's razor sharp

If she don't get her way

She'll slice you apart

Now she's a cool, cool black

Moves like a cat

If you don't get her game

You might not make it back

She's got the looks that kill

That kill

She's got the looks that kill

That kill

She's got the looks that kill

Now she's bulletproof

Keeps her motor clean

And believe me, you

She's a number thirteen

The clock strikes midnight

She's lookin' louder and louder

She's gonna turn on our juice, boy

So she turns on the power

She's got the looks that kill

[chiligr]

ARTIST: Mötley Crüe

LÅT: Looks that kill

ALBUM: Shout at the devil (-83), Decade of decadance (-91) och Red, white & crue (-05)

KOMMENTAR: Komplettera med video och denna är absolute rock classic

TEXT:

Now listen up

She's razor sharp

If she don't get her way

She'll slice you apart

Now she's a cool, cool black

Moves like a cat

If you don't get her game

You might not make it back

She's got the looks that kill

That kill

She's got the looks that kill

That kill

She's got the looks that kill

Now she's bulletproof

Keeps her motor clean

And believe me, you

She's a number thirteen

The clock strikes midnight

She's lookin' louder and louder

She's gonna turn on our juice, boy

So she turns on the power

She's got the looks that kill

Då tipsar jag om restan av "Shout at the devil"-plattan.

[CurunirOfValinor]

Thåström - Ingenting gör mig

Jag sitter här och plockar i ditt huvud

medan du ber.

Jag sitter här och plockar och jag sitter

här och ler.

Du är så vacker,

du är så hjälplös och du är så fel.

Och du vet att jag vet,

och jag vet du vet.

Att ingenting gör mig så glad,

ingenting gör mig så glad,

ingenting gör mig, ingenting gör mig.

Ingenting känns bättre,

ingenting ger mig mer.

Att sitta här och plocka,

det är det bästa som jag vet.

Jag plockar ut det hele,

plockar ner dig del för del.

Älskar, älskar inte,

älskar inte någon mer.

Och ingenting gör mig så glad,

ingenting gör mig så glad,

ingenting gör mig, ingenting gör mig.

Jag sitter här och geggar i ditt huvud

mest på lek.

Du är precis, du är precis, du är precis sånt som gör

mig hel.

Och du vet att jag vet,

och jag vet du vet,

Att ingenting gör mig så glad,

ingenting gör mig så glad,

ingenting gör mig, ingenting gör mig.

Ingenting gör mig. (x7)

Redigerad 13 april, 2006 av CurunirOfValinor

[GTApimpfoolife]

Då tipsar jag om restan av "Shout at the devil"-plattan.

Gör det. För "Looks That Kill" och "Danger" är dom två minst bra på plattan. Nej "Too Young to Fall in Love" och "Ten Seconds to Love" är det finaste dängarna.

[BroDD]

Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13 - Rambo

[Frenzy]

Arsonist - Sadistic Necrophile Bed-pleasures.

[aikjonas12]

Artist: Tones Wolfe

Låt: Go on british soldier

Kommentar: Riktigt soft låt. Typ Irish pub ni vet... Fast den är skön ändå.

Text:

Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

If you stay British Soldiers If you stay

You'll never ever beat the IRA

For the 14 men in Derry

Are the last that you will bury

So take a tip And leave us bloody be

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

We're not British, we're not Saxon we're not English

We're Irish and proud we are to be

So fuck your Union Jack We want our country back

We want to see old Ireland free once more

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

We'll fight them British Soldiers for the cause

We'll never bow to Soldiers because

Troughout our history We were born to be free

So get out British bastards leave us be

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

Yes, we will fight you for 800 more!

[CurunirOfValinor]

Artist: Tones Wolfe

Låt: Go on british soldier

Kommentar: Riktigt soft låt. Typ Irish pub ni vet...    Fast den är skön ändå.

Text:

Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

If you stay British Soldiers If you stay

You'll never ever beat the IRA

For the 14 men in Derry

Are the last that you will bury

So take a tip And leave us bloody be

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

We're not British, we're not Saxon we're not English

We're Irish and proud we are to be

So fuck your Union Jack We want our country back

We want to see old Ireland free once more

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

We'll fight them British Soldiers for the cause

We'll never bow to Soldiers because

Troughout our history We were born to be free

So get out British bastards leave us be

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

Go on home British Soldiers Go on home

Have you got no fucking homes of your own

For 800 years we've fought you without fear

And we will fight you for 800 more

Yes, we will fight you for 800 more!

En av mina favoritlåtar, riktigt bra.

Redigerad 13 april, 2006 av CurunirOfValinor