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RAM JAM - BLACK BETTY

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)

The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)

She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam)

The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)

I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam)

You know that's no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)

She's so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam)

And she's always ready (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

She's from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam)

Way down in Alabam' (Bam-ba-Lam)

Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam-ba-Lam)

Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty BAM-BA-LAM

Musik från 70-talet, me like.

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Band: Dimmu Borgir

Låt: Sorgens Kammer Del II

Genre: Symphonic Black Metal

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlYUYocMjUA MÅSTE SES! så jävla grym video, om in inte gillar musiken så titta på videon bara

Text:

Minnenes ekko stiller timen

Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra

Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker

Men endelig få lengselens slukket - Etter å dra

Drakk jeg for meget av livshåpets krus

Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt

For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne dødsangstens rus

Er det eneste ene igjen - Som er mitt

I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel

At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv

Derfor er jeg rolig når

Repet strammer rundt min nakke

Stumme viner kan ei gi trøst

Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte

Det landet av fortapelse

Jeg egenhendig skapte

Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler

(Har jeg som) En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir

Behersket siden tidens morgen

Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgen

[English translation:]

The echoes of silence sets the hour.

Gagged in the chains of "depression", I fall away.

No more I will be bolted fast in the anchor of "melancholy".

But finally get my longing "fulfilled" - for leaving.

Did I drink too much from the goblet of "lifehope"?

Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?

For my battle against the pain of emptiness - this intoxication of the angst of death,

Is all that is left... that is mine.

In my loneliness I still know,

That I have none to thank but myself.

This is why I remain calm,

As the rope is tightening around my neck.

Silent witnesses can not give comfort.

The ordinary man in the assembly of the "gravechoir".

Tha land of perdition

I created by my own hands.

This intense attraction to the portals of death

(I have as) A wandering study of tearful messe-noir.

Controlled since the dawning of time,

But something I never would let go.. was the sorrow.

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