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[Voon]

Mostly Autumn - Heroes Never Die

The ways, the ins and outs of haven still elude us to the end
The tears, the sun the rain, I feel them on my face against my skin
We love you then, we love you still
And don't you know, don't you know that heroes never die,
They sail forever

Slow the rain falls, the memories blowing through
I stand with arms outstretched to catch the warmth of you
Eyes to the heavens, screaming at the skies,
Trying to send you messages, still choking on goodbyes
And I wonder why.

Gold November, yellow brown and green
I try to picture you somewhere in between
Cold the night falls, shadows drawing in,
The glimpse I had of you is torn in the wind
And I wonder why, tracing paths, we search the stormy sky.
The ways, the ins and outs of heaven still elude us to the end.
The tears, the sun the rain, I feel them on my face against my skin.
We loved you then, we love you still and don't you know, don't you know
That heroes never die, they sail forever.

Close my eyes now, and focus on the light.
You are more beautiful and never out of sight,
And tears that fall are blood from the heart, from the moment we part.
May I offer those tears for the love of the years
For the love

The ways the ins and outs of heaven still elude us to the end
The tears, the sun and rain, I feel them on my face and on my skin
We loved you then, we love you still and don't you know, don't you know
The ways the ins and outs of heaven still elude us to the end
If he's the sun the rain, I feel him on my face against my skin,
And when I open up that door and think of where we used to roam
And laugh and smile and drink with friends with all the love you know we have.
Don't you know, that heroes never die, they sail forever.

[BlueNova]

Kremt. Ikke akkurat en favoritt låt ellers, men du verden som den får frem glis på laiv eller festlige sammenkomster.

I blandt alla menn finns en mann,
Ingen kan vel dricka som han.
Harald blir rett törstig i blandt.
Harald har konstiga vaner.

I blandt alla kjämpar finns en mann.
Ingen kann vel strida som han.
Harald sloss och supa kan.
Harald har konstiga vaner.

I blandt alla karar finns en kar.
Flickan står med barmen bar.
Men svärdet är det stivaste han har.
Harald har konstiga vaner.

Bonden går på åkern och sår
Och han hör hur rykterna går.
Det är dags at låsa inn sitt får.
Harald har konstiga vaner.

[BlueNova]

*dobbelpost due to Wlan*

[Eyden]

Ben Folds - Still Fighting It

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only $9.95
It's okay, you don't have to pay
I've got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you 'bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
You'll try and try and one day you'll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
Tt hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
Oh, we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

[toth42]

Guns n' Roses - Civil War

(Slash / McKagan / Rose)
"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *


Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before


Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before


My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars


D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land


And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war


Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more


My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars


"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **


I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war


I don't need one more war
What's so civil 'bout war anyway..?

Genialt spørsmål på slutten..

[Zhor]

Bare egil band "arne"

Arne går mot døra.
Tenker tanker han har tenkt tusen ganger fra før av.
Er som vanlig kledd i svart, et blekt, blekt ansikt med en
matchende bart. En matchende bart!
Trappa virker , overse mine kommentarer, lang...
Arne nynner på en depresiv sang!
Nede venter nok en dør...,
før jeg når den tenker Arne er jeg sikker på jeg dør.
Hva er meninga med livet grubler Arne.
Men stakkars før han finner svaret snubler Arne.
Trappetrinn på trappetrinn, han brekker stadig ben.
Å vips, der knuses ansiktet, nå ekke Arne særlig pen.
Nakken brekker med et tørt sprøtt knekk.
Og hjernen tyter ut av en diiiger sprekk!
Begge øya spretter ut!
Ã… nei, tenker Arne! Jeg ser ikke ut!
Arne var en stjerne som ble nektet å skinne,
men han lever for alltid i en sang.
Fordi et lite barn på bare fire hadde gleden av å finne..,
et mishandlet lik i en trappe-oppgang.

Arne fikk ei lov å leve,
men om en stakkars liten unge på bare fire år,
sa psykiateren stille han får sjelelige sår...
Men barnet bare smilte, det var bedre enn på tv,
det var bedre enn på tv,
det var bedre enn på tv!!