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Den sista låten av min Topp3 lista, denna sommar. Egentligen är det Dangerous Game med 3 Doors Down men den har jag redan tipst om så den får bli en annan:

Låt: Life of My Own

Artist: 3 Doors Down

Platta The Better Life

Genre: Hårdrock, Collagerock

Pers. Kommentar: Lyssnna på Solot så fattar ni varför man gillar denna.

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Living risky, never scared

one closer to the edge.

nothing valued, think no fear

always wondering why your here

all your purposes are gone,

nothing's right and nothing's wrong

nothing ventured, nothing gaged

feel no sorrow, feel no pain.

Kiss me while i'm still alive,

kill me while i kiss the sky

let me die on my own terms,

let me live and let me learn

now i've followed my own way,

i'll live on to another damn day

freedom carries sacrafice,

remember when this world's my life

Looking forward not behind

everybody's gotta cross that line

free me now to give me place,

keep me caged to free the beast

fallin' faster as time goes by,

fear has not seen through these eyes

what ther was will never be,

now i'm blind and cannot see

Kiss me while i'm still alive,

kill me while i kiss the sky

let me die on my own terms,

let me live and let me learn

now i've followed my own way,

i'll live on to another damn day

freedom carries sacrafice,

remember when this world's my life

Kiss me while i'm still alive,

kill me while i kiss the sky

let me die on my own terms,

let me live and let me learn

now i've followed my own way,

i'll live on to another damn day

freedom carries sacrafice,

remember when this world's my life

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Grupp: Running Wild

Album: Pile of Skulls

Låt: Treasure Island

År: 1992

Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins,

to tell everybody the whole tale about the 'Island',

Flint's treasure and Mr. Silver.

Keeping nothing back but its position and that only,

because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet.

I personally think we would never have begun this adventure

and set course with the 'Hispaniola', if we had known

what would happen and that some of us would never return,

having lost their lives. Sometimes the whole story haunts dreams

and brings me the worst nightmares I ever had.

That's when I hear the cries of the fallen,

the waves pounding the rocks on the coast and Captain Flint's

raw voice screaming: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Hahahah!'.

And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me

back to 'Treasure Island'!!!


Mr. Bones is fighting 'Black Dog'

He want to split him to the chine

'Blind Pew' the bringer of the spot

Horse-hooves trampling his spine

We have the map to start our trip

The 'Squire' has the ship and the sailors

'Long John' is the man with the grip

No one knows he will raid us


The yell of the slain

The waves on the rocks

Captain Flint's raising hell

He's calling my name

To drive me insane


Treasure Island

Where the brave fell

A one-legged devil

From the pit of hell

A greedy demon on his treasury

Cursed the island, oh, eternally


'Long John' is spreading his law

Hatching a death bringing plot

I show up in a council of war

What I heard in the barrel from this toad


The yell of the slain

The waves on the rocks

Captain Flint's raising hell

He's calling my name

To drive me insane

But I'll never return to


Treasure Island

Where the brave fell

A one-legged devil

From the pit of hell

A greedy demon on his treasury

Cursed the island, oh, eternally


We see the land, shining sand

But it can be our grave

I jump the boat, overload

Trying to be too brave

Burning sun, find 'Ben Gunn'

Assassins claim the ship

I cut the rope, I try to cope

To free it from 'Hand's' grip


Bulling row, cannon law

The jolly-boats last trip

Killing tried, stockade fight

'Silver's' villains quit

Abandonment, to 'Silver's' hand

A cunning pack is made

Trick or treat, make scoundrels

Bleed, their dullness will be paid


I stumble to the stockade

The sweat drips form my brow

No one keeps a lockout, oh no!

The rabble owns it now

'Silver' tries to shield me

The 'Black spot' comes again

He throws the map onto the ground

He plays a tricky game


Pickaxe, rope and shovel

The dead-man marks the way

No chest, no gold, no silver

2 guineas is their pay

Musket cracks like thunder

The blood is running red

'Ben Gunn' kept the treasure

From beginning to end


When we put back to the sea

'Silver's' chains are doubly tight

'Long John' and his counterfeit key

Sidle away through the night


The yell of the slain

The waves on the rocks

Captain Flint's raising hell

He's calling my name

To drive me insane

But I'll never return to


Treasure Island

Where the brave fell

A one-legged devil

From the pit of hell

A greedy demon on his treasury

Cursed the island, oh, eternally


Treasure Island

Where the brave fell

A one-legged devil

From the pit of hell

A greedy demon on his treasury

Cursed the island, oh, eternally

BOT

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ARTIST: Svenska Akademien

ALBUM: Resa Sig Opp

Fantastisk skiva med den skånska reggae/hiphop -gruppen Svenska Akademien.

Gästar på skivan gör bland annat Promoe (tidigare MC Mårten) från hiphop gruppen Looptroop.

LÅT: En Varning (med Promoe)

Har man hört Looptroops äldre skivor (Struggle Continues, Modern Day City Symphony, Punx Not Dead..) så vet man var Promoe står och det får man återigen reda på i denna låten.

En Varning spelades också som extra-nummer på Göteborgskalaset 2005.

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Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Subterranean Homesick Blues

Album: Well... den finns på hans "Greatest Hits"-album.

Kommentar: Sägs att detta är en av de första rap-låtarna. Klart värd en genomlyssning.

Text:

Johnny's in the basement

Mixing up the medicine

I'm on the pavement

Thinking about the government

The man in the trench coat

Badge out, laid off

Says he's got a bad cough

Wants to get it paid off

Look out kid

It's somethin' you did

God knows when

But you're doin' it again

You better duck down the alley way

Lookin' for a new friend

The man in the coon-skin cap

In the big pen

Wants eleven dollar bills

You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot

Face full of black soot

Talkin' that the heat put

Plants in the bed but

The phone's tapped anyway

Maggie says that many say

They must bust in early May

Orders from the D. A.

Look out kid

Don't matter what you did

Walk on your tip toes

Don't try "No Doz"

Better stay away from those

That carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose

Watch the plain clothes

You don't need a weather man

To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well

Hang around a ink well

Ring bell, hard to tell

If anything is goin' to sell

Try hard, get barred

Get back, write braille

Get jailed, jump bail

Join the army, if you fail

Look out kid

You're gonna get hit

But users, cheaters

Six-time losers

Hang around the theaters

Girl by the whirlpool

Lookin' for a new fool

Don't follow leaders

Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm

Short pants, romance, learn to dance

Get dressed, get blessed

Try to be a success

Please her, please him, buy gifts

Don't steal, don't lift

Twenty years of schoolin'

And they put you on the day shift

Look out kid

They keep it all hid

Better jump down a manhole

Light yourself a candle

Don't wear sandals

Try to avoid the scandals

Don't wanna be a bum

You better chew gum

The pump don't work

'Cause the vandals took the handles

Tar två stycken nu, I'm on a fucking roll.

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Gotta' Serve Somebody

Album: Samma som föregående.

Kommentar: Blues-aktig. Skön som attans.

Text:

You may be an ambassador to England or France,

You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,

You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,

You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You're gonna have to serve somebody,

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,

You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,

You may be a business man or some high degree thief,

They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You're gonna have to serve somebody,

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,

You may be the head of some big TV network,

You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,

You may be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You're gonna have to serve somebody,

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home,

You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,

You might own guns and you might even own tanks,

You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You're gonna have to serve somebody,

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,

You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,

You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,

You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You're gonna have to serve somebody,

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,

Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,

You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,

You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You're gonna have to serve somebody,

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,

You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,

You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,

You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

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Det är iofs en hel del dubbletter men här är skivorna iaf. Har du någon favorit?

Observera att det är säkerthetskopior att ha i bilden.

Blonde on Blonde samt Blood On The Tracks är mina favoriter, men det mesta där är rent guld, faktiskt. Måste nog öka min Dylan-samling också vid närmare eftertanke.

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