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[Tittan]

Vömmölstevet (Tre versjoner, orginalen øverst!)
Vömmöl Spelmannslag

Vömmölstevet fins i flere versjoner, og den som er på plata er den snilleste versjonen, visstnok etter en klokker fra Koppang. Den går som følger:

I Vømmøladala der va det ein gjeng, hei for jussibassi, jussibassi jom
Dem festa og tura og ødsla med peng, hei for jussibassi, jussibassi jom
Finaste ompa-pompa-ompa-pompa
Gjengen va fresk og glad når det klunka
Hei for jussibassi jom, snart e karskkoppen tom
Hei for jussibassi, jussibassi jom
HOI!!!

Det florerer i tillegg en del grovere versjoner, som f.eks. denne:

Utpå ein åker og over ei eng, hei for jussibassi, jussibassi jom
Der va det tri tausi som voldtok ein dreng, hei for jussibassi, jussibassi jom
Finaste ompa-pompa-ompa-pompa
Kuk ska du få i hølet framom rompa
Hei for jussibassi jom, snart e sædpungen tom
Hei for jussibassi, jussibassi jom
HOI!!!

Tredje versjon:

Innpå et kammers og oppi ei sæng,
hei for jussi..................
Der lå det en gubbe og dro i en stræng,
hei for jussibassi...........
Finaste ompa-pompa-ompa-pompa,
gubben va gra og gla når han ronka,
hei for jussibassi jom, snart e rognpåssin tom,
hei for jussibassi jussibassi jom.
HOI!!!

[toth42]

Bob Dylan - Not Dark Yet

Shadows are fallin’ and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep and time is runnin’ away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet but it’s gettin’ there.

Well’ my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writin’ what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care
It’s not dark yet but it’s gettin’ there.

Well’ I’ve been to "ondon and I been to gay Paris
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of the world full of lies
I ain’t lookin’ for nothin’ in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet but it’s gettin’ there.

I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m movin’ but I’m standin’ still
Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear the murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet but it’s gettin’ there.

[toth42]

Johnny Cash - Hurt

I hurt myself today’
to see if i still feel’
I focus on the pain’
the only thing thats real’

The needle tears a hole’
the old familiar sting’
try to kill it all away’
but I remember everything’

’Chorus’
what have I become’
my sweetest friend’
everyone i know’
goes away in the end’

and you could have it all’
my empire of dirt’
I will let you down’
I will make you hurt’

I wear this crown of thorns’
upon my liars chair’
full of broken thoughts’
I cannot repair’

beneath the stains of time’
the feelings dissapear’
you are someone else’
I am still right here’

What have I become’
my sweetest friend’
everyone I know’
goes away in the end’

and you could have it all’
my empire of dirt’
I will let you down’
I will make you hurt’

if I could start again’
a million miles away’
I will keep myself’
I would find a way’

[toth42]

Recoil - Want
I want to know how it'll end.
I want to be sure of what it'll cost.
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
I want you to call me on your drug phone.
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.
I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win
I want the name of the ruiner.
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn.
I want you to know that being kind is overrated.
I want to write my secret across your sky.
I want to watch you lose control.
I want to watch you lose.
I want to know exactly what it's going to take.
I want to see you insert yourself into glory.
I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames.
I want a list of atrocities done in your name.
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.
I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer.
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open.
I want to taste my own kind.
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side.
I want you to come on strong.
I want to leave you out in the cold.
I want the exact same thing... but different.
I want some soft drugs.. some soft, soft drugs.
I want to throw you.
I want you to know I know.
I want to know if you read me.
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.
I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do.
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted.
I want a controlling interest.
I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die.
I want to be your secret hater.
I want to stop destroying you but I can't.
And I want and I want and I want.
And I will always be hungry.
And I want and I want and I want...

[toth42]

Recoil - Breath Control

Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand,
a gentle woman for a gentleman?
He said, "It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room.
but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for.
He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch." I like how the skins look on your white hands. I’d like you to deliver one of my demands."
He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it’s just breath control."
He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back. He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It’s just breath control. Just breath control. I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn’t coming up again. I held on for twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand.
"It’s just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. I sat aside his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. It’s just breath control.
Control, control, it's just breath control, control, control.
When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim
and a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to find, and I think I have, what you have in mind." And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face... "It’s just control."

[BlueNova]

The Dubliners - Seven Drunken Nights

Oh as I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

Og Her kommer de to banna versene :

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

[Pjusk]

Nightwish - Beauty and the Beast

Remember the first dance we shared?
Recall the night you melted my ugliness away?
The night you left with a kiss so kind
Only a scent of beauty left behind

Ah dear friend I remember the night
The moon and the dreams we shared
Your trembling paw in my hand
Dreaming of that northern land
Touching me with a kiss of a beast

I know my dreams are made of you
Of you and only for you
Your ocean pulls me under
Your voice tears me asunder
Love me before the last petal falls

As a world without a glance
Of the ocean's fair expanse
Such the world would be
If no love did flow in thee
But as my heart is occupied
Your love for me now has to die
Forgive me I need more than you can offer me

Didn't you read the tale
Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog?
Don't you know this tale
In which all I ever wanted
I'll never have
For who could ever learn to love a beast?

However cold the wind and rain
I'll be there to ease your pain
However cruel the mirrors of sin
Remember beauty is found within

...Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you...

[Ennasus]

Last Goodbye
(Jeff Buckley)

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then i'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know

This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all

Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

Did you say 'no, this can't happen to me,'
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didn't know him at all
You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that it's over... it's over

[Mr_Pin]

Queens Of The Stone Age - The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret

I've got a secret, I cannot say
Blame all the movement to give it away
You've got somethin, I understand
Holding it tightly, caught on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in, I just cut you out

[chorus:]
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time can't erase
Out on the corner, locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Still can't believe there is a lie
Promises promise, an eye for an eye
We've got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel

[repeat chorus 2x]

I think you already know
How far I'd go not to say
You know the art is gone
And I'm taking this all to the grave

[repeat chorus]


Mr Bungle - Squeeze Me Macaroni

I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper
Clutter up her butter gutter
Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong
While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong
Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches
And I'll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty delicious
Keep blowing my gum, cuz here I come
I'm gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum

Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby

I was givin' some head to some french bread
It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed
French kissin' french fries in my Fruit of the Looms
I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon

I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass
I stick my weiner in two buns and and then give it the gas
Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans
Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans

Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled
With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget
Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny's loose caboose
He's gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice
Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop
Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin
Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze,
From the skeez disease, wooi!

Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy
Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny
Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave
Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin' rump roast

Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact
Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back
Bananarama or ramabanana
Fuckin' Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana

Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna

You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn
Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born
Cookin' like a beginner, but I'm goin' up in her
I had Fritos for lunch I'm havin' bush for dinner
Chef Boyardee and the Three Muskateers
Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers
"Holy moly, guacamole!" said my Chips Ahoy
I'm gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough boy

Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby

We came to pottie...we came to pottie down your throat

[Voon]

Mest fordi alt er så Perfect...
A Perfect Circle - Orestes


Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me into your perfect circle
One womb One chain One resolve
Liberate this will
To release us all
Gotta cut away, clear away snip away and sever this umbilical residue
Keeping me from killing you
And from pulling you down with me
In here I can almost hear you scream
One more medicated peaceful moment (give me)
One more medicated peaceful moment
And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming hostility
No, I don't wanna feel this world around me hostility
Kill it
Gotta cut away clear away
Snip away inside of this umbilical residue
Gotta cut away clear away
Snip away inside of this umbilical residue
Keeping me from killing you
Keeping me from killing you

[Kaipa]

Mange bra tekster, men Dream Theater fan som jeg er blir jeg alltid rørt av denne teksten - skrevet av John Petrucci rett etter farens død


TAKE AWAY MY PAIN

I was sitting on the edge of his bed
Staring at the headlines on the paper
He said, "look at poor gene kelly
I guess he won't be singing in the rain."
You can take away my heroes
Can you take away my pain

Take away my pain
Leave the cold outside
Please don't let it rain
Don't stumble on my pride
Take away my pain
I'm not frightened any more
Just stay with me tonight
I'm tired of this fight
Soon I'll be knocking at your door

She was standing by the edge of his bed
Staring at the message on their faces
He said, "what else can you do babe?
I guess i won't be coming home again."
They just took away all my promises
Make them take away my pain

Take away my pain
Leave the cold outside
Please don't let it rain
Don't stumble on my pride
Take away my pain
I'm not frightened any more
Just stay with me tonight
I'm tired of this fight
Soon I'll be knocking at your door

His final scene
The actor bows
And all those years
Are gone somehow
The crowd applauds
The curtain fails

I was standing by the edge of the water
I noticed my reflection in the waves
Then i saw you looking back at me
And i knew that for a moment
You were calling out my name
You took away my hero
Will you take away my pain

Take away my pain
Let the cold inside
It's time to let it rain
There's nothing left to hide
Take away my pain
I'm not frightened any more
I'm learning to survive
Without you in my life
Til you come knocking at my door

[Pjusk]

W.A.S.P - Wild Child


I ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain
A creature of love and I can't be tamed
I want you, cause I'm gonna take your love from him
And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin
No, he'll never ever touch you like I do
So look in my eyes and burn alive the truth

I'm a wild child, come and love me I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
Cause I want what you do... I want you

Tell me, tell me the lies you're telling him
When you run away cause I wanna know
Cause I, I'm sure it's killing him to find
That you run to me when he lets you go
Cause I'm burning, burning, burning up with fire
So come turn me on and turn the flames up higher

I'm a wild child, come and love me I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
Cause I want what you do... I want you

A naked heat machine, I want your love
When the moons arise we'll feel just what it does

I'm a wild child, come and love me I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
Cause I want what you do I want you

[Pjusk]

Amy Studt - Misfit

So you think you got it all worked out
You got your hotpants on
You got your arse right out, you
Think that you are something new and special
And me and my drab-dress, we won't do at all

Spent so long tryin' to fit the prototype
I kept slippin in the heels and I never got it right
What's the use?
What's the point?
You've got the wrong girl, oh

So keep doing what you're
doing down there
Cos I'll be flying higher
Waste your own time
I don't care
Anything you can do, I can do better

All you girls
You look and flip your hair and wonder
why I'm still here, well
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
But, baby, that's ok
All you girls
When you look into the mirror
Tell me how do you appear, well
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
(Ah)
But that's ok

So you got your little groups and gangs
You got your VIP
Your member-only things
Your happy-clappys and your VC crew
And if you get in their way, they got 10 on you

And I don't wanna be in that game
Don't wanna follow the leader, no way
What's the use?
What's the point?
You've got the wrong girl

So keep doing what you're doing down there
Cos I'll be flying higher
Waste your own time
I don't care
Anything you can do, I can do better

All you girls
You look and flip your hair and wonder
why I'm still here, well
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
But, baby, that's ok
All you girls
When you look into the mirror
Tell me how do you appear, well
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
You're superficial
I'm a misfit

So what we don't look the same?
So what we don't, so what we don't
So what I don't play your game?
So what I don't, so what I don't
So what if I don't?

All you girls
You look and flip your hair and wonder
why I'm still here, well
You're superficial
I'm a misfit (misfit)
But, baby, that's ok
All you girls
When you look into the mirror
Tell me how do you appear, well
You're superficial
I'm a misfit (I'm a misfit)
You're superficial
I'm a misfit

All you girls
You look and flip your hair and wonder
why I'm still here, well
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
But, baby, that's ok
All you girls
When you look into the mirror
Tell me how do you appear, well
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
You're superficial
I'm a misfit
You're superficial
I'm a misfit

But that's ok

[Pjusk]

Amy Studt - Superior Mind

If there's hate in this heart, then there's hate in that heart.
One hand claps not without the other.
If there's hate in this heart, then there's hate in that heart.
One hand claps not without the other.
>From love springs love, but who can say,
If the love is not returned, it furthers by the day.
>From hate springs hate, so we have found.
It's growing ever stronger.
Every chance you'll take, and every heart you'll break.
You know that everyday I'm more disappointed,
By the world and I'm losing my faith.
You make the hell we have to live another universal truth.
You keep on asking the same kind of questions,
You keep on fighting the same type of wars.
Cos you will find what you need inside to be a superior mind.
Superior mind.
If you still believe in what you said was right,
You kept saying that you loved me, but you were wrong,
It was lust at first sight.
It's been this way as far as we can remember.
Why do you always make this yours to punish.
Without the scars to show, you will never grow.
You know that everyday I'm more disappointed,
By the world and I'm losing my faith.
You make the hell we have to live another universal truth.
You keep on asking the same kind of questions,
You keep on fighting the same type of wars.
Cos you will find what you need inside to be a superior mind.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.
It'll never change, it'll never make sense.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.
You'll never find your way, if you never used to play there.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.
You keep making the same mistakes over and over.
Your love turns to hate, and your hate turns to love.
To cure all the things you used to be dreaming of.
You know that everyday I'm more disappointed,
By the world and I'm losing my faith.
You make the hell we have to live another universal truth.
You keep on asking the same kind of questions,
You keep on fighting the same type of wars.
Cos you will find what you need inside to be a superior mind.
Superior mind.
You know that everyday I'm more disappointed,
By the world and I'm losing my faith.
You make the hell we have to live another universal truth. (Universal truth)
You keep on asking the same kind of questions,
You keep on fighting the same type of wars.
Cos you will find what you need inside to be a superior mind.
If there's love in this heart, then there's love in that heart.
One hand claps not without the other.
If there's love in this heart, then there's love in that heart.
One hand claps not without the other.

[Mr_Pin]

Den fortreffelige Tom Lehrer :

Poisoning Pigeons in the Park

I'd like to take you now on wings of song as it were, and try and help you forget, perhaps, for a while, your drab wretched lives. Here is a song all about springtime in general, and in particular about one of the many delightful pastimes that the coming of spring affords us all.

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes every Sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel* or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon.
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park.


The Folk Song Army

One type of song that has come into increasing prominence in recent months is the folk song of protest. You have to admire people who sing these songs. It takes a certain amount of courage to get up in a coffee house or a college auditorium and come out in favor of the things that everybody else in the audience is against, like peace and justice and brotherhood and so on. But the nicest thing about a protest song is that it makes you feel so good. I have a song here which, I realize, should be accompanied on a folk instrument, in which category the piano does not, alas, qualify. So imagine, if you will, that I am playing an 88-string guitar!

We are the folk song army,
Every one of us cares.
We all hate poverty, war, and injustice
Unlike the rest of you squares.

There are innocuous folk songs, yeah,
But we regard 'em with scorn.
The folks who sing 'em have no social conscience,
Why, they don't even care if Jimmy Crack Corn.

If you feel dissatisfaction,
Strum your frustrations away.
Some people may prefer action,
But give me a folk song any old day.

The tune don't have to be clever,
And it don't matter if you put a couple extra syllables into a line.
It sounds more ethnic if it ain't good English
And it don't even gotta rhyme... (excuse me: rhyne!)

Remember the war against Franco?*
That's the kind where each of us belongs.
Though he may have won all the battles,
We had all the good songs!

So join in the folk song army!
Guitars are the weapons we bring
To the fight against poverty, war, and injustice.
Ready, aim, sing!


Send The Marines

What with President Johnson practicing escalatio on the Vietnamese, and then the Dominican Crisis on top of that, it has been a nervous year, and people have begun to feel like a Christian Scientist with appendicitis. Fortunately, in times of crisis like this, America always has its number one instrument of diplomacy to fall back on. Here's a song about it:

When someone makes a move
Of which we don't approve,
Who is it that always intervenes?
U.N. and O.A.S.,*
They have their place, I guess,
But first - send the Marines!

We'll send them all we've got,
John Wayne and Randolph Scott;
Remember those exciting fighting scenes?
To the shores of Tripoli,
But not to Mississippoli,
What do we do? We send the Marines!

For might makes right,
And till they've seen the light,
They've got to be protected,
All their rights respected,
Till somebody we like can be elected.

Members of the corps
All hate the thought of war;
They'd rather kill them off by peaceful means.
Stop calling it aggression,
Ooh, we hate that expression!
We only want the world to know
That we support the status quo.
They love us everywhere we go,
So when in doubt,
Send the Marines!


Wernher von Braun
And what is it that put America in the forefront of the nuclear nations? And what is it that will make it possible to spend twenty billion dollars of your money to put some clown on the moon? Well, it was good old American know how, that's what, as provided by good old Americans like Dr. Wernher von Braun!*

Gather 'round while I sing you of Wernher von Braun,
A man whose allegiance
Is ruled by expedience.
Call him a Nazi, he won't even frown,
"Ha, Nazi, Schmazi," says Wernher von Braun.

Don't say that he's hypocritical,
Say rather that he's apolitical.
"Once the rockets are up, who cares where they come down?
That's not my department," says Wernher von Braun.

Some have harsh words for this man of renown,
But some think our attitude
Should be one of gratitude,
Like the widows and cripples in old London town,
Who owe their large pensions to Wernher von Braun.**

You too may be a big hero,
Once you've learned to count backwards to zero.
"In German oder English I know how to count down,
Und I'm learning Chinese!" says Wernher von Braun

[Cilie]

Nightwish-Creek Mary's Blood

Soon I will be here no more
You'll hear my tale
Through my blood
Through my people
And the eagle's cry
The bear within will never lay to rest

Wandering on Horizon Road
Following the Trail of Tears

White man came
Saw the blessed land
We cared, you took
You fought, we lost
Not the war but an unfair fight
Sceneries painted beautiful in blood

Wandering on Horizon Road
Following the Trail of Tears
Once we were here
Where we have lived since the world began
Since time itself gave us this land

Our souls will join again the wild
Our home in peace and war and death

Wandering on Horizon Road...

"I still dream every night
Of them wolves, them mustangs,
those endless prairies
The restless winds over mountaintops
The unspoilt frontier of my kith and kin
The hallowed land of the Great Spirit
I still believe
In every night
In every day
I am like the carabou
And you like the wolves that make me stronger

We never owed you anything
Our only debt is one life for our Mother

It was a good day to chant
this song
for Her

Our spirits was here long before you
Long before us
And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end"

[wertoi]

Lover, You Should've Come Over, en av Jeff Buckley's vakreste og mest populære sanger. En av mine favoritter.

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

[sharee]

Tramp, tramp, tramp på en smurf,
Tramp, tramp, tramp på en smurf,
smurfer løper ikke fort så tramp dem ned og tørk dem bort,
tramp, tramp, tramp på en smurf.

(trøtt, den var veldig artig og dyp akkurat nå)

[Veronica]

There's a secret path I follow
To a place noone can find
Where I meet my perfect someone
I've kept hidden in my mind.
Where my heart makes my decisions
Till my dreams becomes a vision
And the love I feel
Makes him real someday.

Cause I know he's out there somewhere
Just beyond my reach
Though I've never really touched him
Or ever heard him speak
Though we've never been together
We've never been apart
No, we've never met, haven't found him yet
But I know him by heart.

Am I living an illusion
Wanting something I can't see
If I compromise, I'de be living lies
Pretending love's not meant to be
Cause I know my heart's worth saving
And I know that he'll be waiting.
So I'll hold on
And I'll stay strong till then.

Cause I know he's out there somewhere
Just beyond my reach
Though I've never really touched him
Or ever heard him speak
Though we've never been together
We've never been apart
No, we've never met, haven't found him yet
But I know him by heart.

No, we've never met, haven't found him yet
But I know him by heart.

[lupin]

Ha!

Where Dead Angels Lie

In the dawn an angel was dancing
sorrounded by an aura of light
But in the shadows something was watching
and with patience awaiting the night
Angel whispers: "Mournful night, attractive night,
your dark beauty obsesses me"
An angel bewitched by the shadows
Seduced by the whispering lies

A spell was cast an the sky turned red
The angel's heart froze to ice
The blackness that falls is coming to stay
Under the snow lies angels so cold

Dusk has passed and a cold morning breeze,
is sweeping all over the plain,
On the ground lies an angel with skin so pale,
On her face an image of pain,
Snow is now falling to the frozen ground,
The angel is covered by white,
Frost is spreading across the plain,
to welcome the eternal night.

The dress is white with crystals of ice
and frozen roses so red
Roses of blood from an innocent soul
On the plain lies an angel dead

A spell was cast an the sky turned red
The angel's heart froze to ice
In the gloomy sky black clouds were gathering
The silence was broken by cries
A spell was cast an the sky turned red
The angel's heart froze to ice
In the gloomy sky - The silence where dead angels lie

Touch the snow...Caress the lifeless sculptures
Die!!!

The blackness that falls is coming to stay,
Under the snow lies angels so cold,
Yet with each crystal of frost that is falling,
another story is told,
A spell was cast an the sky turned red,
The angel's heart froze to ice,
In the gloomy sky - The silence where dead angels lie.