Bästa låttexten någonsin?

[GrandTheftCarl]

powderfinger

after the goldrush - neil young

32 flavours - ani difranco

[Valle-Ball]

Är inte min favoritlåt men den är bra skriven. love it.

Alice Cooper - Poison

Your cruel deep eyes

Your blood like ice

One look could kill

My pain your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop

I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Your mouth so hot

Your web I'm caught

Your skin so wet

Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)

I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)

I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

:Guitar solo:

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop

I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

(repetera några gånger)

[pKz]

Är inte min favoritlåt men den är bra skriven. love it.

Alice Cooper - Poison

Your cruel deep eyes

Your blood like ice

One look could kill

My pain your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop

I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Your mouth so hot

Your web I'm caught

Your skin so wet

Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)

I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)

I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

:Guitar solo:

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop

I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

(repetera några gånger)

You're the man.

Axel Rudi Pell / Master of Chant - Still i'm sad

See the stars come fallin' down from the sky

Gently passing, they kiss your tears drops dry

See the wind come, softly blow

Your hair from your face

And the rain comes falling down

In its crazy way

Still I'm Sad

For myself my tears just fall in the dust

As I search in the night and find they're lost

See the wind come gently blow

Time into my heart

And the rain comes falling down

While we're apart

Still I'm Sad

Rightclick & save

Detta är Master of Chants version av den, fatta hur många tårar jag släppt till denna. Både i gott och ont. Lyssna på den, hög volume, och luta er tillbaka till "kyrk"musiken. Ni som säger att ni inte gillar "kyrk"musik, ni kommer ändra er.

Ni lite mer rockiga, testa 'köp' Axel Rudi Pell - Still I'm Sad.

Redigerad 25 november, 2005 av pKz

[Matteus]

Är inte min favoritlåt men den är bra skriven. love it.

Alice Cooper - Poison

(repetera några gånger)

Sant. En förskräckligt bra låt.

Men min absoluta favorit Alice låt, och därmed en av världens bästa måste vara:'

Alice Cooper - Might as well be on Mars

The city streets are wet with rain tonight

Taxi drivers swerve from lane to lane

A lonely guitar man playin' down the hall

Midnight blues comin' through the walls

I tried to call you on the telephone

I left it off the hook

Just to hear it ring

You told me you were better off alone

I never knew that tears could stain

I'm on the roof and I'm starin' at the stars

Lookin' down at all the cars

I can see you

In the window of your favorite corner bar

But to reach you is just too far

And I might as well be on Mars

The city seems so old and grey and beat

It closes in and makes me wanna suffocate

And you just live across the street

But that's a billion miles away

You've turned my world into a dark and lonely place

Like a planet lost in space, my light is fadin'

I'd cross the universe to be right where you are

But I'm right in your backyard

And I might as well be on Mars

I might as well be on Mars

You can't see me

I might as well be the Man on the Moon

You can't hear me

Oh, can you feel me so close

And yet so far

Baby, I might as well be on Mars

Baby, I can't fly

If I could I'd come down to ya

Maybe I should try

I'm on the roof and I'm starin' at the stars

Lookin' down at all lthe cars

I can see you

In the window of your favorite corner bar

But to reach is just too far

And I might as well be on Mars

I might as well be on Mars

You can't see me

I might as well be the Man on the Moon

You can't hear me

Oh, can you feel me so close

And yet so far

Baby, I might as well be on Mars

Underbar...

Redigerad 25 november, 2005 av Matteus

[RadiuZ]

Bästa låttext, svår fråga.

Tar Californacation av Red hot Chili Peppers

Psychic spies from China

Try to steal your mind’s elation

Little girls from Sweden

Dream of silver screen quotations

And if you want these kind of dreams

It’s Californication

It’s the edge of the world

And all of western civilization

The sun may rise in the East

At least it settles in the final location

It’s understood that Hollywood

sells Californication

Pay your surgeon very well

To break the spell of aging

Celebrity skin is this your chin

Or is that war your waging

Chorus:

First born unicorn

Hard core soft porn

Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication

Marry me girl be my fairy to the world

Be my very own constellation

A teenage bride with a baby inside

Getting high on information

And buy me a star on the boulevard

It’s Californication

Space may be the final frontier

But it’s made in a Hollywood basement

Cobain can you hear the spheres

Singing songs off station to station

And Alderon’s not far away

It’s Californication

Born and raised by those who praise

Control of population everybody’s been there

and

I don’t mean on vacation

Chorus

Destruction leads to a very rough road

But it also breeds creation

And earthquakes are to a girl’s guitar

They’re just another good vibration

And tidal waves couldn’t save the world

From Californication

Pay your surgeon very well

To break the spell of aging

Sicker than the rest

There is no test

But this is what you’re craving

Chorus

[berit]

Häng gud...

W0RD

inte på själva låttexten dock

vet ej vilken som är världens bästa låttext, det finns ju olika kategorier

tex världens bästa hiphop-tex och världens bästa metal-text går inte att jämföra

[YooSho]

Johnny Lang - dying to live

Now i wonder if they laugh when I'm dead?

Why am i fighting to live if im just living to fight?

why am i trying to see when there aint nothing in sight?

why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?

why am i dying to live if im just living to die?

EDIT: Bästa jag kunde komma på nu (:!!!

Redigerad 25 november, 2005 av YooSho

[Crouching.tiger]

Vi kan säga såhär; innan Dylan började experimentera med sin religion, och till slut gick så långt att han ställde upp på underklädesreklamer, visade han hur mycket musik faktiskt kan betyda. Det är inte utan att man undrar om dagens Dylan verkligen är samma person som dåtidens. "Love and Theft"-albumet gick att lyssna på, men det var fan inte bra. "Blonde on Blonde" och "Highway 61 Revisited", tillsammans med flera andra av hans album, är dock bland de bästa skivor som någonsin producerats.

Så visst, Dylan idag är inte mycket att hurra för. Dåtidens Dylan lever som tur är kvar genom den mästerliga musiken han skapat.

Kan inte redigt hålla med. visst, Highway 61 Revisited, Bringing it All Back Home och möjligtvis Blood on the Tracks är natürlich bäst, men både Time Out Of Mind (1997) och Love & Theft (2001) var väl godkända. det är helt enkelt en smakfråga, med tanke på att han mer spelar blues och sånt nuförtiden, och jag förstår att vissa inte kan stå ut med sånt (eller hans söndersjungna röst).

en annan av dom bästa låtskrivarna på denna sidan Bellman är ju annars Kris Kristofferson, kanske mest känd för Me and Bobby McGee som Janis Joplin fick en hit med. här kommer texten till en av hans roligaste sånger (antagligen mest känd, och onekligen bäst, i Johnny Cashs version), en låt om baksmälla, abstinens och en tråkig söndag som jag inbillar mig att många i:

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,

So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playing with a can that he was kicking.

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.

And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost

Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs they were singing.

Then I headed down the street,

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,

And it echoed through the canyon

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

[I lol]

Iron Maiden - Wasted Years

From the coast of gold across the seven seas

I’m travellin’ on far and wide

But now it seems I’m just a stranger to myself

And all the things I sometimes do

It isn’t me but someone else

I close my eyes and think of home

Another city goes by in the night

Ain’t it funny how it is,

You never miss it ’til it’s gone away

And my heart is lying there

And will de ’til my dying day

So understand

Don’t waste your time always

Searching for those wasted years

Face up... make your stand

And realise you’re living in the golden years

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind

Can’t easy this pain so easily

When you can’t find the words to say

It’s hard to make it through another day

And it just makes me wanna cry

And throw my hands up to the sky

Redigerad 25 november, 2005 av I lol

[Tija]

Ungdomens Vår med Anders Johansson (från Anders och Måns)

Ungdomens heta glada tindrande vår

Tackar strax för sig och lämnar livet och går

Och som en blomma, efter våren, säger tack och adjö

Syns knappt under sommar'n och skördas till hösten som hö

Vårt liv är en överkörd fågel

En älg som trillar av pinn

En ensam hund som lämnar in

Men jag undrar, jag undrar, jag undrar monsieur

Varför måste uttrar dö?

Ungdomens heta glada dagar är korta

Som tomten efter julen, försvinner är borta

Du tänker kanske sorgset att varför är det så?

Men minns exemplet utter som Måns just har räknat på

Ja, tänk ett liv fullt av utter

Ett djur vart jag ser

Om ingen enda utter lämnar in

Ja, ett utterlager monsieur

Ett lager utav utter som av snö

Därför måste uttrar

Därför måste uttrar

Därför måste uttrar

Därför måste uttrar

Därför måste uttrar...

Dööööööö...

[MR_Lene]

Looptroop - Heavy Rains . texten kanske inte är lika "djup" som era men den är skön att lyssna på.

let me connect the dots in your record shops

life's here on minute - in the next it's not

so, if ya low and you movin' slow

just yell yallo man I'm lettin' you know

everything in this world is connected one way or another

although well hid undercover

by who? We don't know? And why? We're not sure

but we feel like our feelings are real

and we really wanna trust our emotions

they're all that we have

we just got promoted we ought to be glad

but we're not cus it's something that gnaws in the back

of our mind that could cause a collapse of our spine

and when we block it out it dubles the pain

so we duble the dosage again and again

pretty soon we off track like a runaway train

trying' to run from the fact we all one and the same

and the pain that we cause is the cause of our pain

and it's strange and we're lost to the laws of the game

- called cause and effect, who the boss, who the slave?

who to pay, who to hate? who to fear, who's to blame?

chorus:

they tell me that Europe is flooded by heavy rains

but we won't stop to think or stop our cars

they tell me that Europe is flooded by immigrants

but we won't stop the trade or stop the war

they tell me that Europe is dying overweight

but we won't change our diet or change our lives

and I tell you the children are crying over it

but to them nor us we won't stop lying

shit, I don't really know where to begin

it's not like I'm on the outside looking in

I'm right here in it – right between get it?

I'm too close to even see to deep in it

I gotta take a step back to get the whole picture

Why we use and abuse but wonder why we're addicted

You think you're free cause of the land you own

but no man is an island and stands alone

the very moment you think you're independent

your evil acts is coming back with a vengeance

cus your wealth is based upon the next man

who probably can't even pay his own rent and

have to work for a couple of dimes

in your factory so he can build up your empire

and everything goes around 360

if you can't see come out here with me

the pain that we cause is the cause of our pain

and it's strange and we're lost to the laws of the game

called cause and effect who's the boss who's the slave

who to pray? in which god? who's the plague?

who's to blame?

chorus

my boy drink cus he alone, but he alone cus he's drinking

when someone come alone cupid miss cus he's limping

away from the obvious, outsider see

but in a way we all followers, choose not to heed

the warming sings blinking, all the time thinking

I've seen the big picture, I know the big trick to

skip the pitfall, slip through the net

I'm sick of it all, but I bet I'll regret

not pushing my way through, fighting and trying

I'll step on some toes, trying to live like I'm dying

but some say that karma come back

so we facing a stab in the back

cus we so quick replacing friends with our frenemies

who's left defending me?

when tables turn and I'm stuck in a dead end street?

no one I know, and I know that for sure

but now it's so late and there's nowhere to go

the pain that we cause is the cause of our pain

it's strange and we lost to the laws of the game

called cause and effect

who to force? Who to play? who's the force?

who's afraid? who's the prey? who's to blame?

Chorus

En till :

In the year 2000, watch out for Looptroop coming to reclaim a city near you

It's Timbuk with the troop, detonate your city like a nuke

And duck from blue suits and cop boots

Headline the news and reclaim the avenues

Scare them nazi crews with rap attitudes

Cause massmedia’s polluting the nation

This is my Swedish history exclamation

I’d rather stand up for my views in handcuffs

This shit you can’t trust, get fucked and banged up

Back in the days the state helped Hitler

Now they’re trying to arrest me for packing rizla

I can’t live the law that they speak

My cause is deep, I keep prowl while you’re asleep (Yes!)

Cause me and Promoe, keep a low pro

A big bro catch us on a satellite photo

So when the punk police roll up from light, what ?

You want an autographed poster?

You cops are the same all over the world

Wanna brush me with the night sting

Charge me with anything, the mic stink

How sick can y’all get?

Timbuktu’s the terrorist target

Excuse me, sergeant, you need a pause for breathing

I’m gonna put my hands on a mic where you can see them

And yes, I use profanity and foul language

You can point your fingers at me cause I’m the bandit

That’s how they planned it, so I can look like the enemy

Fucking with us mentally's the melody

This here’s a 28 bar felony

Rounded with the Looptroop to reclaim your city

Chorus:

Cos.m.i.c:

Nowadays, who got rights? The people? Not quite

Can you truly say that you feel safe in daily life?

I try to rise cause the way I see democracy

Got to be the opposite of your hypocrisy

A cop to me is like a certified murderer

who push you down mentally and physically hurting you

never protect and serving you, that’s their policy

that’s why we reclaim the city with no apologies

Promoe:

I see men, pulling up in car loaves

Dressed in law-suites, wanting to trap me behind barcodes

Like John Carlos, life’s a big Olympic game

Money, drugs and corruption, the winner stays the same

White guys in suites and ties, telling white lies

Selling white lines, dollar-signs instead of eyes

But it’s us they rob and blind that’s why we stick with dogs

Atomic canines on your ass like liquid blocks

Plus we’re sick with jobs, that’s why we make hits with mobs

In the studio, DVSG, pull stakes and rob

You, while you look the other way

Nocturnal animals, locked in their cage during the day

Then at nighttime we break out on a mission to get even

Some evil heathens touring the highways of Sweden

Leaving walls bleeding, cops breathing down our necks

With bad breath, trying to keep us in check

But hey, Mr Officer, listen Mr Constable

My name is Promoe, I’m illegally responsible

For this multinational corporation called DVSG

Still underground productive, but now tax deductive

Nothing to be fucked with, like homos with AIDS

But here’s a three o’clock road block, it’s Promoe they raid

Cause they hate my rebel music with a passion

But yo, they can not turn it down, they can not cut my hair like Samson

My record keeps spinning, as long as the world is spinning

In the next inning I’m swinging until I’m winning

Cause cops been sinning since the beginning

And now the end is near

Promoe, yo I’m the fuck about it here

Redigerad 26 november, 2005 av MR_Lene

[Tija]

Artist: The White Stripes

Låt: Passive Manipulation

Album: Get Behind Me Satan

Kommentar: Uttrycket "kort och koncist" har fått en anthem.

Text:

Women, listen to your mothers

Don't just succumb to the wishes of your brothers

Take a step back, take a look at one another

You need to know the difference...

Between a father and a lover

Sen kör man det tre gånger.

Redigerad 26 november, 2005 av Tija

[Streetwave]

Johnny Cash - A satisfied mind

[Ace]

Looptroop - Heavy Rains . texten kanske inte är lika "djup" som era men den är skön att lyssna på.

Mycket riktigt, älskar denna delen:

"shit, I don't really know where to begin

it's not like I'm on the outside looking in

I'm right here in it – right between get it?

I'm too close to even see to deep in it

I gotta take a step back to get the whole picture

Why we use and abuse but wonder why we're addicted"