Musiktips

[BroDD]

Frankenstein Draq Queens From Planet 13 - Creature From The Black Lagoon

[Toki]

Nirvana- Milk It

[Peskele]

The Turtles - You Dont Have To Walk In The Rain

George Harrison - Blow Away

George Harrison - All Those Years Ago

Genre: Pop

[Frenzy]

Band: Bloodhound gang.

Låt: Foxtrot uniform charlie kilo.

Kommentar: Glad och bra låt! En favorit.

Någon mer än jag som tycker att sångaren låter jävligt lik Jack Black i denna låten?

[skribb]

LoCuSt - Fire Bomb

[Streetwave]

Union Carbide Productions - Cartoon animal

There was a little man called Dustbin Dan

who never wanted to be old...

[Pico]

Metallica - Blackened. Gärna live. Gärna live någon gång runt '89. Gärna live i Seattle 1989.

NEVEEER!

[GTApimpfoolife]

3 Doors Down - Pop Song

[DoeX]

Guns n' Roses - Civil War

[virre cool]

Bob Hund - Det skulle vara lätt för mig att säga att jag inte hittar hem, men det gör jag, tror jag

riktigt härlig låt, man får blandade känslor när man lyssnar på den, underbar låt

Redigerad 30 september, 2005 av virre cool

[pKz]

ManowaR - Warriors of the World

Genre: Hiphop.. Duh, rock.

[P-C]

Disturbed - Dropping Plates (anno 2000)

[chiligr]

Guns n' Roses - Civil War

Motörhead- civil war!

[Crice]

Om kärleken vore en låt, så vore den Tangled Up In Blue. I alla fall ikväll. Sådant här görs inte nu för tiden... vilket jävla mästerverk. Melodin, rytmen, texten... allt.

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Tangled Up In Blue

Album: Blood On The Tracks

Kommentar: Läs ovan... försök, i alla fall, gullet

Text:

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',

I was layin' in bed

Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all

If her hair was still red.

Her folks they said our lives together

Sure was gonna be rough

They never did like Mama's homemade dress

Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.

And I was standin' on the side of the road

Rain fallin' on my shoes

Heading out for the East Coast

Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,

Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam, I guess,

But I used a little too much force.

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out West

Split up on a dark sad night

Both agreeing it was best.

She turned around to look at me

As I was walkin' away

I heard her say over my shoulder,

"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"

Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the ax just fell.

So I drifted down to New Orleans

Where I happened to be employed

Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat

Right outside of Delacroix.

But all the while I was alone

The past was close behind,

I seen a lot of women

But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew

Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place

And I stopped in for a beer,

I just kept lookin' at the side of her face

In the spotlight so clear.

And later on as the crowd thinned out

I's just about to do the same,

She was standing there in back of my chair

Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"

I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,

She studied the lines on my face.

I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,

Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe

"I thought you'd never say hello," she said

"You look like the silent type."

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me

Written by an Italian poet

From the thirteenth century.

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burnin' coal

Pourin' off of every page

Like it was written in my soul from me to you,

Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs,

There was music in the cafes at night

And revolution in the air.

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died.

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside.

And when finally the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn,

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,

Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,

I got to get to her somehow.

All the people we used to know

They're an illusion to me now.

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenter's wives.

Don't know how it all got started,

I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.

But me, I'm still on the road

Headin' for another joint

We always did feel the same,

We just saw it from a different point of view,

Tangled up in blue.

[Streetwave]

Popsicle - Slow

[Crice]

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Idiot Wind

Album: Blood On The Tracks

Kommentar: Skön orgel...

Text:

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press

Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.

They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,

She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.

I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act

Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.

Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,

I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that

Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,

Blowing down the backroads headin' south.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike

I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.

There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,

You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars

After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are

Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.

One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,

Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,

Blowing through the curtains in your room.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.

Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,

What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top

You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind

I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes

don't look into mine.

The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building

burned.

I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime

turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,

From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read

Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.

Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,

I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory

And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,

I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.

You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,

And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,

And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,

Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,

We're idiots, babe.

It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

[KalleR]

Får väl tipsa om Wezeer då... utan speciellt ordning, Wezeer är grymma som fan

1. Weezer - Tired Of Sex (3:01)

2. Weezer - Getchoo (2:52)

3. Weezer - No Other One (3:01)

4. Weezer - Why Bother? (2:08)

5. Weezer - Across The Sea (4:32)

6. Weezer - The Good Life (4:17)

7. Weezer - El Scorcho (4:03)

8. Weezer - Pink Triangle (3:58)

9. Weezer - Falling For You (3:47)

10. Weezer - Butterfly (2:53)

11. Weezer - Beverly Hills (3:16)

12. Weezer - Perfect Situation (4:15)

13. Weezer - This Is Such A Pity (3:24)

14. Weezer - Hold Me (4:22)

15. Weezer - Peace (3:53)

16. Weezer - We Are All On Drugs (3:35)

17. Weezer - The Damage In Your Heart (4:02)

18. Weezer - Pardon Me (4:16)

19. Weezer - My Best Friend (2:47)

20. Weezer - The Other Way (3:16)

21. Weezer - Freak Me Out (3:26)

22. Weezer - Haunt You Every Day (4:37)

23. Weezer - butterfly - live (bonus track) (3:57)

24. Weezer - island in the sun - live (bonu (3:54)

25. Weezer - burndt jamb - live (bonus trac (4:24)

26. Weezer - My Name Is Jonas (3:24)

27. Weezer - No One Else (3:04)

28. Weezer - The World Has Turned and Left Me Here (4:19)

29. Weezer - Buddy Holly (2:39)

30. Weezer - Undone (The Sweater Song) (5:05)

31. Weezer - Surf Wax America (3:06)

32. Weezer - Say It Ain't So (4:18)

33. Weezer - In the Garage (3:55)

34. Weezer - Holiday (3:24)

35. Weezer - Only in Dreams (7:59)

36. Weezer - Don't let Go (3:03)

37. Weezer - Photograph (2:19)

38. Weezer - Hash Pipe (3:06)

39. Weezer - Island In The Sun (3:20)

40. Weezer - Crab (2:34)

41. Weezer - out (2:08)

42. Weezer - Smile (2:38)

43. Weezer - Simple Pages (2:56)

44. Weezer - Glorious Day (2:40)

45. Weezer - O Girlfriend (3:49)

46. Weezer - American Gigolo (2:40)

47. Weezer - Dope Nose (2:17)

48. Weezer - Keep Fishin (2:56)

49. Weezer - Take Control (3:06)

50. Weezer - Death And Destruction (2:40)

51. Weezer - Slob (3:10)

52. Weezer - Burndt Jamb (2:38)

53. Weezer - Space Rock (1:55)

54. Weezer - Slave (2:55)

55. Weezer - Fall Together (2:02)

56. Weezer - Possibilities (2:01)

57. Weezer - Love Explosion (2:36)

58. Weezer - December (3:01)

[Streetwave]

Sleater Kinney - One beat

[Crice]

Ambitiös som få...

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Visions of Johanna

Album: Blonde on Blonde

Kommentar: En av Dylans egna favoritlåtar... sannerligen bra.

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft

In this room the heat pipes just cough

The country music station plays soft

But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover so entwined

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain

And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight

Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane

Louise, she's all right, she's just near

She's delicate and seems like the mirror

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear

That Johanna's not here

The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face

Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously

He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

And when bringing her name up

He speaks of a farewell kiss to me

He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all

Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall

How can I explain?

Oh, it's so hard to get on

And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues

You can tell by the way she smiles

See the primitive wallflower freeze

When the jelly-faced women all sneeze

Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze

I can't find my knees"

Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him

Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"

But like Louise always says

"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"

As she, herself, prepares for him

And Madonna, she still has not showed

We see this empty cage now corrode

Where her cape of the stage once had flowed

The fiddler, he now steps to the road

He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed

On the back of the fish truck that loads

While my conscience explodes

The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

[Streetwave]

Idag får det bli The X-Files Theme.