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mUts
Joined: 18 Nov 2003 Posts: 190 Location: Luleå
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 17:57 pm Post subject: Låt texter!!! |
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Nu har jag kommit på VÄRSTA GREJJEN!!!
släng upp en låt som ni tycker har skit bra text.
Rolig, Skön, Äcklig. etc
JAG BÖRJAR! |
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mUts
Joined: 18 Nov 2003 Posts: 190 Location: Luleå
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 17:59 pm Post subject: |
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Dream Evil - H.M.J
On my way to kill the beast
I met a holy man from the east
His name was Jesus & he was son of man
He warned me about the danger ahead
He was godsend, he was gonna bring the Metal back
And take away the sins that people did in the past
He came down here to change our lives
He said to me while he looked me in the eyes
"I'm the Heavy Metal Jesus!
I'm the Heavy Metal thunderstriking Jesus"
He said, "if you wanna kill the beast
You gotta be blessed from the man from the east
So why don't you get down on your knee
And I will bless you with my Flying V?" |
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Razza // Marre
Joined: 02 Oct 2002 Posts: 603 Location: Linköping
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 18:14 pm Post subject: |
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Billy - Billys paj
Då vill vi bara ha en billys paj, ja nu vill vi bara ha en billys paj
för det går ju så fort
och det smakar så gott
det bästa vi någonsin fått. _________________ Mannens erektion beror på ett överdrivet intag av persilja, sparris, kronärtskockor och skaldjur!
Aristoteles, filosof |
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Volvo 240
Joined: 13 Nov 2002 Posts: 6731
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 18:29 pm Post subject: |
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Handlar om landsbygdens avfolkning
Satan i betong
Text Thörnblom, Musik Ultima Thule
Vi blickar ut, så sällsamt,
inget liv finns mer att se.
Ett tyst och dystert landskap
som förr så livfullt var.
vad kan så sorligt verkat
över denna trakt och nejd?
vad namn på detta odjur
som så illa landet lagt?
Det vrider sig och slingrar,
det trampar och förgör.
Se bygden lider plågor,
och öde här var by.
Ej hopp nu är om räddning,
ingen tro på morgondag.
Och se där dinglar Framtid med repet kring sin hals.
Det är Satan i betong, överallt du hör dess sång.
Han kräver sin tribut, kräver sin tribut.
Satan i betong, det är Satan i betong.
Av landet kräver våldsamt sin tribut.
Hela landet skulle leva, devisen vackert lät.
Vi fick det löftet vika, eller var det blott en lögn?
Utan tanke lättsamt givet av de visa där i stan.
Men de fika efter makten, efter vinning fika de.
Men skåda vad som händer,
ja skåda vad som sker:
I staden växer hunger efter nöje, blod och guld.
I byn där gömd och glömd vittrar skolorna till mull.
Och se här hänger Framtid med repet kring sin hals.
Det är Satan i betong, överallt du hör dess sång.
Han kräver sin tribut, kräver sin tribut.
Satan i betong, det är Satan i betong.
Av landet kräver våldsamt sin tribut.
(C) Ultima Thule, från skivan Resa utan slut
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eberglund
Joined: 18 Nov 2003 Posts: 1848
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in kommer gösta
In kommer gösta in kommer göstaX32 |
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patte1
Joined: 19 Dec 2003 Posts: 1712
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 19:08 pm Post subject: |
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badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom mushroom badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom mushroom badger badger badger badger badger badger. a snake a snake oh its a snake |
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mUts
Joined: 18 Nov 2003 Posts: 190 Location: Luleå
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 19:13 pm Post subject: |
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Mercenary - BulletBlues
Consider slaughter as entertainment
The shockshow, ensures success
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be
Is this murder in the first degree
Your eyes were false
Mirrors to you soul
All along
Inverted backwards
Manipulating me
Now I see it, so differently
Heró today, gone tomorrow
Wherever you go, I'll stand behind you
Hear me out now, listen closely
It's all a dream, and we're all in it
Breathing down the barrel of a shotgun
A fireline of powdered dust
A deadly sniper on the roof
Take a shot, I'm bulletproof
The ability to walk away
Come to grips
Seize the day
Turn the spotlight
Face to face
Come what may
I'm a man with a mission
Heró today, gone tomorrow
Wherever you go, I'll stand behind you
Hear me out now, listen closely
It's all a dream, and we're all in it
We're all inside a dream
We're still waking up
Waking up...
Consider slaughter as entertainment
The shockshow, ensures success
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be
Deja vu in the first degree
If you aim right between my eyes...
Pull the triger, if you dare...
Another bullet rain of lies...
Shoot me once
Shoot me twice
Shoot me down, yeah, yeah |
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Fren Master Admin Personnel
Joined: 01 Oct 2002 Posts: 7556
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 20:02 pm Post subject: |
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MetallicA - Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
Welcome to where time stands still
no one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, No windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep my friend and you will see
that dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
can't they see it's why my brain says Rage
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Build my fear of what's out there
and cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
assuring me that I'm insane
Pantera - Suicide note pt. I
Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take
the pain away
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot
see inside yours and mine
When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me
breathe, for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists to proove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live throught this night
Try to die again...
Forever fooling, free and using, sliding down the
slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are
you to regress unfulfilled? It's a damn shame,
but who's to blame?
When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me
breathe, for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists to proove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live throught this night
Try to die again...
Thåström - Balladen om Briggen Blue Bird of Hull
Det var Blue bird of Hull, det var Blue Bird, en brigg,
som med sviktade stumpar stod på
över soten i snöstorm med nerisas rigg
själva julafton, sjuttiotvå.
- Surra svensken till rors! Han kan dreja en spak,
ropar skepparn. - All right boys, lös av!
Och Karl Stranne från Smögen blev surrad till rors
på Blue Bird, som var dömd att bli vrak.
Han fick Hållö fyrs blänk, fast av snöglopp och stänk
han stod halvblind - han fick den i lo
och i lä där låg Smögen, hans hem, där hans mor
just fått brevet ifrån Middlesbrough.
- Nå, vad säger du Karl, går hon klar? - Nej kapten!
Vi får blossa, för här är det slut!
Vi har Hållö om styrbord och brott strax i lä!
- Ut med ankarna! Båtarna ut!
Men hon red inte opp. Och hon fick ett par brott,
som tog båten de hade gjort klar.
- Jag tror nog, sa Karl Stranne, att far min har gått
ut emot oss, jag litar på far!
Båt i lä! Båt i lä! Det är far - Det är vi!
Det är far min från Smögen! Hallå!
Båt i lä! Sjöng han ut, di är här! Jumpa i
alle man - i blir bärgade då!
Det var Stranne den äldre, en viking, en örn,
som på julafton sjuttiotvå
tog sitt renade brännvin ur vinskåpets hörn
till att bjuda de skeppsbrutna på.
- Hur var namnet på skutan, han sporde och slog
nio supar i spetsiga glas.
- Briggen Blue Bird! - Det tionde glaset han tog
och han slog det i golvet i kras!
- Sa ni Blue Bird, kapten - Briggen Blue Bird of Hull?
Gud i himlen! Var är då min son?
Var är pojken, kapten? För vår frälsares skull! -
Det blev dödstyst bland männen i vrån.
Gubben Stranne tog sakta sydvästen utav.
- Spara modern, kapten, denna kväll!
Nämn ej namnet på briggen, som har gått i kvav -
Nämn ej Blue Bird of Hull, är ni snäll!
Och kaptenen steg upp. Han var grå, han var tärd -
Stormen tjöt, knappt man hörde hans ord -
När han sade med skälvande röst till sin värd:
- Karl stod surrad och glömdes ombord! _________________
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crab_people
Joined: 22 Jan 2003 Posts: 3406
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 20:35 pm Post subject: |
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Down - Stone the Crow
A bout of deep depression.
Can't seem to move it forward.
My lying eyes lie awake.
Not sure what I am after.
I never died before.
Can't live what happened yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
Flip through endless stories.
A life of hand-written pain.
No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.
I never died before.
Can't be what happened yesterday.
I shouldn't stone the crow, no.
Ride on!
Same old city, same old pain.
No matter how I try,
No matter what I say,
I'm blamed, I'm shamed,
I'm judged unfairly.
So now I've died before.
It feels as bad as yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
You too have died before.
It's more than less of yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.
Pantera - Suicide Note pt. 2
Out of my mind, gun up to the mouth
No pretension, execution, live and learn
Rape and turn
Fret not family, nor pre-judged army
This is for me, and me only, cowards only
Try it
Don't you try to die, like me
It's livid and it's lies and makes graves
It's not worth the time to try, to replenish a
rotting life
I'll end the problem, facing nothing, fuck you off,
fuck you all
Tortured history, addict of misery, this exposes me
for weakness is a magnet - watch me do it
Don't you try to die, like me
It's livid and it's lies and makes graves
Graves descending down
Why would you help anyone who doesn't want it,
doesn't need it, doesn't want your shit advice
when a mind's made up to go ahead and die?
What's done is done and gone, so why cry?
Don't you try to die, like me
It's livid and it's lies and makes graves
har inte "härmat" fren utan det här är två låtar som jag gillar extremt mycket.
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[gobbe]karlos
Joined: 02 Oct 2002 Posts: 886
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 20:47 pm Post subject: |
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pr|Silenze wrote: | in kommer gösta
In kommer gösta in kommer göstaX32 |
Heeeelt fel, fan vilken misstolkning av Philemon Arthur and the dung!
Det är en massa text juh! F.ö killar från mina gamla barndomskvarter.. |
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Dude swm:s byfyllo
Joined: 02 Oct 2002 Posts: 5883
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 21:26 pm Post subject: |
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Stan Ridgeway - Camouflage
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twing snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big marine, a giant with a pair of friendly eyes
Appeared there at my shoulder and said "Wait!"
When he came in close beside me he said "Don't worry, son, I'm here"
"If Charlie wants to tangle now they'll have two to dodge"
I said "Well, thanks alot", I told him my name and asked him his
And he said "The boys just call me Camouflage"
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, I was awfully glad to see this big marine
Well, I was gonna ask him where he came from
When we heard the bullets fly
Comin' through the brush and all around our ears
And then I saw that big marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange, but suddenly I forgot my fears
<Refrain>
We fought all night and side by side, we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'cause they seemed to go right through him just as if he wasn't there
And in the mornin' we both took a chance and ran
And it was here the river bank when the ambush came on top of us
And I'd thought it was the end and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin' through a bush
And that big marine, he just swat it with his hands
Just like it was a fly!
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully strange marine
And I knew there was something weird about him
'cause when I turned around he was pullin' a big palm tree
right up out of the ground
and swattin' those charlies with it from here to kingdome come)
When he led me out of danger, I saw my camp and waved goodbye
but he just winked at me from the jungle and then was gone
And when I got back to my HQ I told 'em about my night
And the battle I'd spent with a big marine named Camouflage
When I said his name a soldier gulped and the medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said "You may be tellin' true boy, but this here is Camouflage"
"And he's been right here since he passed away last night"
"In fact he's been here all week long"
"But before he went he said 'semper fi' and said his only wish"
"Was to save a young marine caught in a barrage"
"So here, take his dog tag son, I know, he'd want you to have it now"
And we both said a prayer for a big marine named Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully strange marine
So, next time, you're in a jungle fight
And you feel a presence near
Or hear a voice that in your mind will lodge
Just be thankful that you're not alone
And you've got some company from a big marine
The boys call Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully big marine
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully big marine
Whoa Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage... |
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narcissist
Joined: 02 May 2003 Posts: 1334
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 21:53 pm Post subject: |
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The Clash - I'm Not Down
If it's true a rich man leads a sad life
That's what they say, from day to day
Then what do the poor do with their lives?
On judgment day, with nothin' to say?
I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out
But I'm not down, Oh I'm not down
I've been shown up, but I've grown up
And I'm not down, Oh I'm not down
On my own I faced a gang of jeering
In strange streets
When my nerves were pumping out
I Fought my fear in, I didn't run
I was not done
I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out
But I'm not down, No I'm not down
I've been shown up, but I've grown up
And I'm not down, No I'm not down
So I have lived, that kind of day
When none of your sorrows will go away
Go down and down and hit the floor
Down and down and down some more
Depression
But I now, there'll be some way
When I can swing everything back my way
Like skyscrapers, rising up
Floor by floor, I'm not giving up
So you rock around and think that
You're the toughest
In the world, the whole wide world
But you're streets away from where
It gets the roughest
You ain't been there _________________ "These are my principles! If you dont like them; I have others" |
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xplode
Joined: 18 Aug 2003 Posts: 159
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 22:23 pm Post subject: |
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Groove Coverage - Poison
Your’re cruel divice, Your blood like ice
One look could kill, My pain your thrill
I wanna love you, But i better not touch
I wanna hold you, But my sences tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, But i wan’t it to much
I wanna taste you, But your lips are then of poison
Your poison running thrue my vanes, Your poison
I don’t wanna brake this chance
I hear you callin and it neals and pins
I wanna hurt you, Just to hear you screaming my name
Don’t wanna touch you, But your under my skin
I wanna kiss you but your lips are then of poison
Your poison running thrue my vanes, Your poison
I don’t wanna brake this chance |
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Delreich
Joined: 06 Nov 2002 Posts: 1649 Location: Linköping
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 22:32 pm Post subject: |
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Dissection - The Somberlain
I fell deeper and deeper as light now was gone
I could feel the dark embrace my soul
Agony was no more, and so was pain
At this point of solitude I knew I was there
There where I belong
Thus far a long journey through my souls infinity
It has been a journey far beyond mortality
I have found what I wanted, tranquillity
I'll thrive on evil, eternally
I flew over crystal ground
My existence, numb
Over orchards of grievance,
sorrow and tears
This beautiful silence
calls me now
Black fog devours me but I can see it all
The monument of my past,
this land of seven horizons before my eyes
I reach the land of spiritual rest
...
Opeth - Face of Melinda
By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
The face of Melinda neath blackened hair
No joy would flicker in her eyes
Brooding sadness came to a rise
Words would falter to atone
Failure had passed the stepping stone
She had sworn her vows to another
This is when no-one will bother
And conceded pain in crumbling mirth
A harlot of God upon the earth
Found where she sacrificed her ways
That hollow love in her face
Still I plotted to have her back
The contentment that would fill the crack
My soul released a fluttering sigh
This day fell, the darkness nigh
I took her by the hand to say
All faith forever has been washed away
I returned for you in great dismay
Come with me, far away to stay
Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime
She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme
But baffled herself with the final line
My promise is made but my heart is thine |
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ade
Joined: 14 Jun 2003 Posts: 4166 Location: där gräset växer
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Devin Tha Dude - See what i could pull
I wasn't gonna COME
But now that I'm HERE I'm glad I CAME the club is BOMB
Greens got a BIG cooler of DRANK he gives me SOME
And then I step TO bitches with Game we try to RUN
Up in these hoes don't even know their NAME
They have no bra
No panties
They never say no
They just hyper out and go on they way all the way home
I'll just
Wait
Cause inside is much too stuffy
Gotta find some pussy
The club don't close till three
And if you're lookin' for me I'll be...
Sittin' in front of the ride
Drinkin' and smokin' some weed
Checkin' out the bitches
Tryin' to see what I can see
I didn't know that there were so many hoes round here
Got a parking lot full
And I'll be checkin' out the bitches
Tryin' to see what I can pull
I spotted this BITCH
THAT I use to HIT back in the DAY she thinks I'm RICH
Therefore she FEELS that I should PAY she doesn't got DICK
Nice palm sized TITS jut there is no WAY that I can GIVE
Her money for something I get for free
She had no bra
No panties
She's ready to bone
Even stock on her cock or you get ready to bone
I think I'll just wait
That just don't sound good to me
Gotta find some cheap pussy
The club don't close till three and if you're lookin for me I'll be...
It's almost NINE
It's damn near TWO it's getting LATE and that's a SIGN
Of all the STARS out on the CHASE niggas be LYIN'
Tryin' to win these HOES like it's a RACE and I don't MIND
If I see a nigga all in my bitch FACE
If she has no bra
No panties
Look like she wanna bone
And it ain't no pain at all just go and take that hoe home
I'll just wait
For one of these freaks to come with me to make whoopy
Find a piece of pussy
My watch says a quarter to three
And if you're lookin' for me I'll be... _________________ WAH GWAAN?
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[GTI]Quest Master Admin Personnel
Joined: 01 Oct 2002 Posts: 3997 Location: Piteå för det mesta iaf.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 22:53 pm Post subject: |
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HIM- The Funeral Of Hearts
Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With its glow so vulnerable and pale
Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears here for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
Pray to God whos deaf and blind
The last nights the souls on fire
Three little words and a question why
Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you _________________ Are you about done with your pathetic whining?
Feel free to untwist your panties and have a nice, tall, cold, refreshing glass of shut the fuck up already.
[url=http://bullshit.shacknet.nu:8000/stream.ogg.m3u] |
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Lindeman
Joined: 20 Jan 2003 Posts: 769 Location: Stockholm
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[SM]Fren wrote: | Thåström - Balladen om Briggen Blue Bird of Hull |
Nädu, försök inte!
Det var faktiskt Evert Taube som skrev den visan.
http://w1.866.telia.com/~u86600410/balladen.html wrote: | Den tragiska balladen
Kan du höra Evert Taubes egenartade "sound" i minnets öra? Om han kunde sjunga eller ej, det kan vi diskutera så länge vi minns honom, om han kunde spela eller ej på sin luta, därom kan vi tvista. Men han hade ett alldeles eget "sound", oförglömligt, egenartat, fascinerande. Hans bäste uttolkare är sonen Sven-Bertil och han kan sjunga!
Evert Taube är en av våra mäktigaste naturlyriker, han har med sina unika formuleringar öppnat mångas ögon för naturens detaljer. Hans humor är slagfärdig och drastisk i sjömansvisorna (dessutom är hans sjömansspråk alltid oklanderligt korrekt) och han är den svenska sommaren personifierad när han beskriver Calle Schewens tillvaro i Roslagens famn. Vi rider gärna med honom ut på Pampas och kommer till Samborombon, en liten by förutan gata och följer gladeligt Fritiof Andersson i spåren när det snöar på hans hatt...
Evert Taube sjöng gärna sina egna visor, men den mest märkliga av balladerna undvek han. Det är den ohyggliga berättelsen om briggen Blue Bird av Hull, briggen som "med sviktade segel och nedisad rigg" gick under på julaftonen 1872 utanför Smögen. Gubben Stranne gick ut med räddningsbåten och bärgar besättningen - alla utom en. När gubben Stranne ska bjuda de överlevande på en sup uppdagas den hemska sanningen för honom. Hans egen son, Karl Stranne, rorsman på briggen, stod surrad vid rodret och blev kvar ombord!
Taube har medgivit att han hört om två förlisningar i vattnen utanför Smögen och att han diktat vidare kring de berättelserna. Hans egen bror, Fredrik, drunknade under fiske utanför Hållö fyr i de vatten där dramat med briggen utspelar sig. Karl Stranne följer briggen i djupet på den plats där Fredrik Taube drunknade 1906 då brodern Evert var 16 år.
Balladen om Blue Bird är märklig på många sätt i Evert Taubes diktning och tonsättning. Texten är oerhört dramatisk, melodin följer texten som en skugga eller suger in texten i ett töcken lika tungt som det oväder som rasade utanför Hållö den ödesdigra julnatten. Balladen visar en odödlig skalds genialitet att på några få rader teckna människors bittra öden.
Vi kommer aldrig med säkerhet att få veta varför Evert Taube själv undvek att sjunga balladen. Men Sven-Bertil Taube har sjungit in den så att vi kan rysa och förfäras över det ohyggliga händelseförloppet. Lyssna på den någon gång!
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Jol-Bo
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Hur bra dessa låtar än är, ni kan ju fortsätta fantisera om att det finns en enda jävel som läser igenom dom.... |
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Lindeman
Joined: 20 Jan 2003 Posts: 769 Location: Stockholm
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Nick Cave wrote: | The Weeping Song
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too.
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They all are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long.
Father why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son.
O, are they merely crying father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long.
O father tell me are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch.
O then I'm so sorry father
I never thought I hurt you so much.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No. I won't be weeping long |
Entombed wrote: | Contempt
Before my eyes - lies
nothing but lies
I cannot believe the scenes
taking place beneath our skies
It makes me wanna do my time
in a song or on the silver-screen
humanity is the biggest cancer
ever to be seen
Before my eyes - lies
civiliesation
ancient and wicked
destruction in creation
No matter how low you are
there's always someone to look down upon
and it goes
on and on
Emotionless - obscene
but a human life don't mean
anything to me
it's merely a seed of insanity |
/Visc _________________ Jag stavar alldrig fel. |
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Fail
Joined: 27 Feb 2003 Posts: 522
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 23:16 pm Post subject: |
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AIK Trubaduren - Inga Babianer
Inga Bananer så långt som man kan se, Fula Babianer som vi ska plocka ner.För varje derbykväll, så får ni fett med smäll, och sedan åka rullstol hem till Skansen.
Inga Moskeér så långt som man kan se, men det finns på söder så ni kan gå och be. Att ni ska slippa spö, men ändå ska ni dö, och sedan åka likbil hem till Söder.
Inte en ängel så långt som man kan se, för ni har gått och gömt er men inte räcker det. För ni ska bara väck, och stoppas i en säck, och sedan flyta ändå hem till götet.
Inte en norrman så långt som man kan se, Arild och Åge är i Thailland på turné. Men tro inte att HIV, kan rädda era liv, för vi vill se två norska torskar blööööda...
Povel Ramel - Lingonben
Bluff och Spark och Tork och Kvark
voro sex små dvärgar.
En var ful och en var glad
och en var dum i huvet.
Hej, sa Tork till lille Kvark
Känner du igelkotten Pill?
Han som varit i Paris
Ja, det gjorde Ivar.
Hör du hans lilla runda tass
där som han trippar på sitt pass
Tripp och trapp och trippa
Se hans lilla faster!
Tomtefar i skogens brus
sitter som ett päron.
Han har inget eget hus
allt i sin stora näsa.
Söt och blöt är skogens fé
Trollen är bjudna dit på te.
Det lilla trollet pass för dé
Nu ska mormor bada.
Väva och spinna natten lång
prinsen är här i fjorton språng!
Hipp och hopp och häppla
Hästen heter Sverker.
Stora slottet Brummeldim
ligger bortom fjärran.
Dit får ingen komma in
som ej kan baka struvor.
Gyllenkrull och sockertipp
Kom ska vi dansa Häxan våt
Vill du mej så har du nåt
Sov du lilla tryne.
Kungen är full av stock och sten
skogen är full av lingonben
här är fullt av tomtar
Hur ska Lillan orka?
Pierre Isacsson - Då går jag ner i min källare
Hemma gillar dom fester med pompa å med
ståt.
Med smoking bland våra gäster jag smilar
och går åt.
Å efter några timmar är allt ett stort hallå, jag
söker då en lugnare nivå!
Då går jag ner i min källare, där lever jag sällare,
för där har jag min gamla ångmaskin.
Jag matar meta tabletter i den, lyssnar å
glömmer tiden, tar ett glas vin i ångan från
maskin.
Många dagar är trista å många himlar grå.
Om nästa dag är den sista, ser jag helst att
den är blå.
Men skulle något hända som ingen kan rå
för, så vet jag ganska säkert vad jag gör.
Då går jag ner i min källare, där lever jag sällare,
för där har jag min gamla ångmaskin.
Jag matar meta tabletter i den, lyssnar å
glömmer tiden, tar ett glas vin i ångan från
maskin.
Då går jag ner i min källare, där lever jag sällare,
för där har jag min gamla ångmaskin.
Jag matar meta tabletter i den, lyssnar å
glömmer tiden, tar ett glas vin i ångan från
maskin.
Då går jag ner i min källare, där lever jag sällare,
för där har jag min gamla ångmaskin.
Jag matar meta tabletter i den, lyssnar å
glömmer tiden, tar ett glas vin i ångan från
maskin.
Bad Religion - I Want To Conquer The World
Hey brother christian, with your high and mighty errand
Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word your saying
Hey sister bleeding heart, with all of your compassion
Your labors soothe the hurt, but can't assuage temptation
Hey man of science, with your perfect rules of measure
Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
Hey mother mercy, can your loins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?
And I want to conquer the world
Give all the idiots a brand new religion
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness, and toil
Promote equality in all of my decisions
With a quick wink of the eye and a "God you must be joking"
Hey mister diplomat, with your worldly aspirations
Did you see your children cry when you left them at the station?
Hey moral soldier, you've got righteous proclamations
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations
And I want to conquer the world
Give all the idiots a brand new religion
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness, and toil
Promote equality in all of my decisions
I want to conquer the world
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children
I'll do away with their pollution and then I'll save the whales
We'll have peace on earth and global communion
I want to conquer the world
I want to conquer the world
I want to conquer the world
I want to conquer the world _________________ www.fulhack.tk
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