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Post by Mini on Mar 30, 2005 3:32:50 GMT 1
Ja, jeg vet..dette er min tredje post på rad..men jeg må! Det er en så vakker sang!
RADIOHEAD - Exit Music Wake from your sleep And dry all your tears Today we escape We escape Pack and get dressed Before your father hears us Before all Hell breaks loose
Breathe, keep breathing Don't loose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone
Sing us a song A song to keep us warm There's such a chill Such a chill
You can laugh A spineless laugh We hope your rules and Wisdom choke you Now we are one In everlasting peace We hope that you choke That you choke We hope that you choke That you choke We hope that you choke That you choke
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Hopalong
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Post by Hopalong on Mar 30, 2005 5:45:49 GMT 1
Den er nydelig! Skulle spille den på siste blabla festival men vi feiga ut i siste sekund :/
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Post by Mini on Mar 30, 2005 8:39:39 GMT 1
Nei, hvorfor det?
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Hopalong
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Post by Hopalong on Mar 31, 2005 2:03:16 GMT 1
Vi kunne den bare ikke godt nok
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Post by Hawken on Apr 3, 2005 3:40:25 GMT 1
Alf Prøysen - Jørgen Hattemaker
Ja, først vil jeg få nevne min stilling å min stand. Jeg står å sverver hatter i Salomo sitt land. Sjøl bær jeg navnet Jørgen, så skillnaden e stor.. Men både jeg å Salomo kom nakne til vår jord. Sola skinn på deg, så skyggen fell på meg. Men graset er grønt for alle. Når liljene på marken i fager blomstring står. Og alle himmlens fugler sin glade trille slår. Jeg nynner små strofer i hattemaker grend. Og morgendagen, Salomo.. hva vet vel vi om den? Har Salomo sitt måltid med vin og fylte fat.. Jeg suger på tørre skorper, og kaller det for mat. Men det vi gir ifra oss, dit vi i løndån går. Blir gras for hyrdens hvite lam og sarons sorte får. Sola skinn på deg, så skyggen fell på meg. Men graset er grønt for alle. Når dronningen av Saba gjør Salomo visitt.. Jeg ser a' lea letthvint, og hu har tenkt seg hit. Om leia e forskjellig, fra silkeseng til strå.. Vi går mot samme paradis og hører harper slå. Når sola synk og daler bak slottets tårn og tinn så kjem den rare natta med drøm og tankespinn. Der blir jeg sjøl kong salomo, og han blir kanskje den som står å sverver hatter - i hattermakegrend. Sola skinn på deg, så skyggen fell på meg. Men graset er grønt for alle.
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Post by Øyvind on Apr 3, 2005 15:54:07 GMT 1
Prøysen var en jævla homo-Alf. Det har jeg hørt på radioen..
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Post by Hawken on Apr 3, 2005 17:35:06 GMT 1
Faen.. du har helt rett. Skikkelig kjipt at jeg skulle komme til å legge ut en tekst av ham, da. Neiognei.
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Lamark
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Fred!
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Post by Lamark on Apr 3, 2005 20:59:56 GMT 1
vi liker alf prøysen, vi.
snille mannen.
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Post by Øyvind on Apr 3, 2005 20:59:58 GMT 1
Shame on you!
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Post by Mini on Jul 10, 2005 0:41:13 GMT 1
Mad World
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tommorow, no tommorow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you 'Cos I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in wich I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you 'Cos I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World
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Post by Ankh on Jul 10, 2005 2:07:18 GMT 1
Æ har to sanga æ absolutt førguda tekstan på her å nu, å d e en del av Sirenia - The Fall Within og heile Hjertesorg - Aleina I Natta..
deln av The Fall Within:
One moment I froze in life I tried to grasp the time That moment seized to be revealed my destiny
Once you were a shining star I've watched you from the fields afar The brightest of them all descend to face its fall
How can I sleep? when I don't know whether I live or dream And how can I weep? when I don't know if the pain I feel is real
I stand upon the fall I'm giving in on all I watch the sun's decline for one last closing time
The sundown share my thoughts of you The winter moon bewail you too You still remain to me a pending mystery
Voices are calling beyond the dawn where life and dream seems as one Moments and aeons pass before your eyes while you stand frozen in life Years all have passed now, since you gave in on the world of living Awaiting your strength there, upon the fall to put an end to it all...
heile Aleina I Natta:
du kom som en reddanes ængel i natta og ga mæ lyset tebake i livet men æ kunne ikke førstå det æ trudde aldri det kunne vær sant
du vissta mæ så ufattelig mye bada nitriste gråe daga i farga men æ kunne ikke førstå det æ trudde aldri det kunne vær sant
førælska og førtapt i dæ dansa æ gjænnom høsten og teslutt turte æ å tru at det kunne funk med mæ og dæ
men med høstløvet førsvant gløden æ så dæ aldri meir på mi dør du førlot mæ aleina i natta og så bakken bi kvit ilamme en anna </3
koffør di e så genial førr mæ, bli ikke æ å del me nån andre. men d får nu bærre vær. KJENN dem.
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Ankh
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Post by Ankh on Jul 10, 2005 2:16:22 GMT 1
HERREGUD! Æ GLØMTE EN!
Gartnerlosjen - Hammer av Saft
Den planken jeg går på, er ikke tre Det hvite jeg baser i, er ikke sne Det jeg sitter ved bordet på, er ingen stol Det jeg skyter meg selv med, er ingen pistol
Nei, det er en hammer av saft Jada, en hammer av saft Hammer av saft Hammer av saft Hammer av saft Hørte'ru? Hammer av saft
Det jeg biter i eplet med, er ingen tann Det tissen min henger på, er ingen mann Det jeg grer meg i håret med, er ingen kam Det ytterste laget av meg, er ikke hud Og snart må jeg nok innse at jeg ikke er Gud
Jeg er en kanne med saft En kanne med saft Ja, en kanne med saft En kanne med saft Eller en kanne med kaffe for den saks skyld
Det jeg ligger på gulvet på, er ikke do Det som drypper fra armen min, er ikke blod Det jeg kuttet opp pulsen med, var ingen kniv og det jeg snart skal forlate, var ikke et liv
For det var en hammer av saft, det også
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Post by Hawken on Jul 12, 2005 14:08:59 GMT 1
DEAD PREZ - ANIMAL IN MAN
Help me!
You want me to help you? Man is evil, capable of nothing but destruction
Once upon a time There was a very serious situation growing There was a farmer and a farmyard filled with animals And this is the story of their times
Old man sammy had a farm Walked the land with the wife Most of the time shit was calm His whole life was maintained off the everyday labor From the mules in the field to the cattle in the stable This is how we kept food on this table (maxing) You would have thought he was disabled by the way he be relaxing Acting like mr. magnificent But the animals were thinking something different The sentiment was tension in the barnyard Throughout the years they had been through mad drama With the farmer, word is bond And they all came to one conclusion They argued there was no way they’d ever be free If it was up to humans Therefore the only course left was revolution which was understandable And since the pigs promised to lead in the interest of all the animals They planned a full attack Under the leadership of hannibal The fattest pig in the pack The next morning on the farm Everything was calm Just before dawn But before long The sun got so hot it made the farm seem electric Now check it This is when that shit got hectic Directed by hannibal, the animals attacked Old sam was in a state of shock And fell up on his back And dropped his rifle Reaching in vain Each and every creature from the field at his throat Screaming kill, feel the pain.
This is the animal in man This is the animal in you This is the animal in man Coming true
After they ran the farmer off the farm The pigs went around and called a meeting in the barn Hannibal spoke for several hours But when talks about his plans for power That’s when the conversation turned sour He issued an offical ordinance to set If you not a pig from this day forth then you're subordinate That’s when the horses went buckwild One of them shouted out You fraudulent pigs, we know your fucking style! Hannibal’s face was flushed and pale All the animals eyes full of disgust and betrayal He felt the same way sam felt They took his tongue out of his mouth And cut his body up for sale, for real You better listen while you can Its a very thin line between animal and man When hannibal crossed the line they all took a stand What would have done? Shook his hand? This is the animal in man
Remember...
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Post by Christian on Aug 13, 2005 22:32:13 GMT 1
i n i t i a t i o n follow you home after every show perforated into tiny fragments heavy breathing's your new fan club a john handcock with the safety off after every show and how this pedastel fits like glove such a pity i built no laddter from me the roots and above i'll be hacking off after every show initiation there's no restraining order to keep me from you parting contestants never seem to win watch you clap your hands by the stage lend me your ears just another page in the book that your friend signed yesterday when i told you not to bother to holler your telephone's the one that helped me wrap the cord around your neck you know you're beautiful when you're dead there's no restraining order to keep me from you parting contestants never seem to win Initiation- At the Drive- in Fin sang
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Post by Mikael on Aug 15, 2005 22:01:19 GMT 1
siden dette er en side om tekster lurer jeg på følgende : vet dere om noen internett sider der man kan hent tekster til eget bruk??
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