Musiktips

[Crice]

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Desolation Row

Album: Highway 61 Revisited

Kommentar: Förmodligen Highway 61 Revisiteds bästa låt... mumma.

Text:

They're selling postcards of the hanging

They're painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors

The circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner

They've got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker

The other is in his pants

And the riot squad they're restless

They need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight

From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy

"It takes one to know one," she smiles

And puts her hands in her back pockets

Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he's moaning

"You Belong to Me I Believe"

And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend

You better leave"

And the only sound that's left

After the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up

On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden

The stars are beginning to hide

The fortunetelling lady

Has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel

And the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love

Or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing

He's getting ready for the show

He's going to the carnival tonight

On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window

For her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday

She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic

She wears an iron vest

Her profession's her religion

Her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon

Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking

Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood

With his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago

With his friend, a jealous monk

He looked so immaculately frightful

As he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off sniffing drainpipes

And reciting the alphabet

Now you would not think to look at him

But he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin

On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world

Inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients

They're trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser

She's in charge of the cyanide hole

And she also keeps the cards that read

"Have Mercy on His Soul"

They all play on penny whistles

You can hear them blow

If you lean your head out far enough

From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains

They're getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera

A perfect image of a priest

They're spoonfeeding Casanova

To get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him with self-confidence

After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls

"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know

Casanova is just being punished for going

To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents

And the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone

That knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory

Where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders

And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles

By insurance men who go

Check to see that nobody is escaping

To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune

The Titanic sails at dawn

And everybody's shouting

"Which Side Are You On?"

And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot

Fighting in the captain's tower

While calypso singers laugh at them

And fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea

Where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much

About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday

(About the time the door knob broke)

When you asked how I was doing

Was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention

Yes, I know them, they're quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces

And give them all another name

Right now I can't read too good

Don't send me no more letters no

Not unless you mail them

From Desolation Row

[P-C]

Feven - Intro (inget skitsnack)

Hittade min gamla Feven-skiva och lyssnade igenom den =) asbra faktiskt

[Bullet]

Feven - Intro (inget skitsnack)

Hittade min gamla Feven-skiva och lyssnade igenom den =) asbra faktiskt

Westside!

[Crice]

Artist: Bob Dylan

Låt: Highway 61 Revisited

Album: Highway 61 Revisited

Kommentar: Rocky, rocky, ten dallah...

Text:

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"

Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"

God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"

God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but

The next time you see me comin' you better run"

Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"

God says, "Out on Highway 61."

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose

Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes

He asked poor Howard where can I go

Howard said there's only one place I know

Sam said tell me quick man I got to run

Ol' Howard just pointed with his gun

And said that way down on Highway 61.

Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King

I got forty red white and blue shoe strings

And a thousand telephones that don't ring

Do you know where I can get rid of these things

And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son

And he said yes I think it can be easily done

Just take everything down to Highway 61.

Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night

Told the first father that things weren't right

My complexion she said is much too white

He said come here and step into the light he says hmm you're right

Let me tell the second mother this has been done

But the second mother was with the seventh son

And they were both out on Highway 61.

Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored

He was tryin' to create a next world war

He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor

He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before

But yes I think it can be very easily done

We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun

And have it on Highway 61.

[Mr.Dumbom]

Artist: Rammstein

Låt: Mutter

Album: Mutter

Kommentar: Helt jädrans skön låt! Mums!

Text:

Die Tränen greiser Kinderschar

ich zieh sie auf ein weißes Haar

werf in die Luft die nasse Kette

und wünsch mir, dass ich eine Mutter hätte

keine Sonne die mir scheint

Keine Brust hat Milch geweint

In meiner Kehle steckt ein Schlauch

Hab keinen Nabel auf dem Bauch

Mutter

Ich durfte keine Nippel lecken

und keine Falte zum Verstecken

niemand gab mir einen Namen

gezeugt in Hast und ohne Samen

der Mutter die mich nie geboren

hab ich heute Nacht geschworen

ich werd ihr eine Krankheit schenken

und sie danach im Fluss versenken

Mutter

In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal

auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal

entferne es mit Messers Kuss

auch wenn ich daran sterben muss

Mutter

In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal

auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal

entferne es mit Messers Kuss

auch wenn ich verbluten muss

Mutter

oh gib mir Kraft

[P-C]

Westside! 

Söder

Feven ft. Petter - Vill ha!

kommentar: Bra text och väldigt sann

Feven ft. Aye'nl - Ombytta roller

kommentar:

Feven ft. PeeWee - Vem hugger vem?

Feven - Bränn BH'n

Petter ft. Eye'nl ft. peewee ft. messte - Runtrung

Petter - Mitt Sjätte Sinne

Petter - Stockholm

kommentar: ååh

Petter- Pissar på dig

kommentar: aj, dissen.

oldschool swedish HIPHOP is teh shit

EDIT: Feven ft. Nougi Jadama

Redigerad 1 oktober, 2005 av P-C

[Bullet]

Söder 

Feven ft. Petter - Vill ha!

kommentar: Bra text och väldigt sann

Feven ft. Aye'nl - Ombytta roller

kommentar:

Feven ft. PeeWee - Vem hugger vem?

Feven - Bränn BH'n

Petter ft. Eye'nl ft. peewee ft. messte - Runtrung

Petter - Mitt Sjätte Sinne

Petter - Stockholm

kommentar: ååh

Petter- Pissar på dig

kommentar: aj, dissen.

oldschool swedish HIPHOP is teh shit

EDIT: Feven ft. Nougi Jadama

Bra det. Hiphop FTW.

Edit : Apman & Nojja - Stockholm

Redigerad 1 oktober, 2005 av Bullet

[Crice]

Artist: The Pogues

Låt: Rain Street

Album: The Best Of The Pogues

Kommentar: Mums.

Text:

The church bell rings

An old drunk sings

A young girl hocks her wedding ring

Down on Rain Street

Down the alley the icewagon flew

Picked up a stiff that was turning blue

The local kids were sniffin’ glue

Not much else for a kid to do

Down Rain Street

Father McGreer buys an ice cold beer

And a short for father loyola

Father Joe’s got the clap again

He’s drinking Coca-Cola

Down on Rain Street

Bless me father I have sinned

I got pissed and I got pinned

And God can’t help the shape I’m in

Down on Rain Street

There’s a tesco on the sacred ground

Where I pulled her knickers down

While Judas took his measly price

And St. Anthony gazed in awe at Christ

Down on Rain Street

I gave my love a goodnight kiss

I tried to take a late night piss

But the toiled moved so again I missed

Down Rain Street

I sat on the floor and watched TV

Thanking Christ for the BBC

A stupid fucking place to be

Down Rain Street

I took my Eileen by the hand

Walk with me was her command

I dreamt we were walking on the strand

Down Rain Street

That night Rain Street went on for miles

That night on Rain Street somebody smiled

Redigerad 1 oktober, 2005 av Crice

[virre cool]

Knutna Nävar - Om jag någonsin skulle strida

härlig låt

[MoriX]

Hel - Tysta tankar

Vikingarock

As skön låt.

[Geten123]

The Misfist - Last Caress.

[chiligr]

Defueld-crime of the century!

[Ace]

Söder 

Bah, alla vet att det är Looptroop som gäller!

Looptroop - Who want it?

Who want it? Come get it, we got it, let's set it, off right now,

I know my whole crew's ready.

If it's on it's on, if it goes down then let it.

You little bitch ass, that's right I said it.

[bíg_mamá]

Crahdïet - Riot In Everyone

[Frenzy]

Metallica - Some kind of monster [edit]!

Finns på Some kind of monster skivan! bra!

[MoriX]

Artist: Hel

Låt: Segerfylld hemkomst

Album: Bortglömda Tid

Kommentar: Älskar den !

Text:

Mannamod var allt man såg när drakskepp gav sig av

I österled med stolta män och över vida hav

Tyst i tanken tyst i segel tyst är årans tag

Det blotas över last och mjöd i fjärran väntar slag

Tungomålen skiljer sig som havet från en sjö

Stränder sjuder utav liv som den fagraste av mö

Viken fylld av ädel last från fjärran land de bragts

Jarlar idkar byte slag när skepp i hamn har lagts

Om ensamheten känns för tung om inte mjödet ger dig tröst

Så lägg dig vid en eld så varm så minns du värmen från mitt bröst

När sommar skänker liv igen och en doft av kaprifol

Med slutna ögon minns oss två här under blodröd sol

Åror vilar av en vind och vågor slår mot för

Högt i vind ses fåglars dans man blotar som sig bör

En sång i vinden gör sig mind ej ljuvare man hört

Oden blidkas i ett rus oss du hemman fört

Om ensamheten känns för tung om inte mjödet ger dig tröst

Så lägg dig vid en eld så varm så minns du värmen från mitt bröst

När sommar skänker liv igen och en doft av kaprifol

Med slutna ögon minns oss två här under blodröd sol

Mannamod var allt man såg när drakskepp gav sig av

I österled med stolta män och över vida hav

Tyst i tanken tyst i segel tyst är årans tag

Det blotas över last och mjöd i fjärran väntar slag

Om ensamheten känns för tung om inte mjödet ger dig tröst

Så lägg dig vid en eld så varm så minns du värmen från mitt bröst

När sommar skänker liv igen och en doft av kaprifol

Med slutna ögon minns oss två här under blodröd sol

Med slutna ögon minns oss två här under blodröd sol...

[Curly]

Stitch mouth - Xtian holocaust.

"Christians deserve to die, christian hooloocaust."

[xPisc]

Äh, det är väst och sydsyd som gäller.

De flesta rap-artisterna ifrån Malmö, Göteborg, Uppsala och Västerås (haha) är bra.

Timbuktu

Chords

Embee

MBMA

-PST/Q

-DJ Large

-Herr Åhgren (Organism 12)

-T.R

-Seron

Looptroop

- Embee

- Promoe

- Cosmic

- Supreme

[Pico]

Västerås (haha)

Var vänlig förklara dig.

[xPisc]

Var vänlig förklara dig.

Finns mer eller mindre bara en bra grupp som är värda att nämnas ifrån Västerås, Looptroop.