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calyptomena
Spitzy (!)


Ble Medlem: 07 Mar 2005 Innlegg: 247 Bosted: Oslo
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Geniale tekster
SÃ¥nn i forlengelsen av diskusjonen om "ting man helst ser aldri dukker opp i en tekst igjen"...
Hvem har det beste eksempelet på en skikkelig BRA tekst? 
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Skrevet: Søn 15 Mai 2005, 11:46 |
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Mr_Pin
OoaHelaNatten


Ble Medlem: 22 Mai 2004 Innlegg: 529 Bosted: Trondheim
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Hmmm... Et par bra:
"I'd rather have this bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy!" - Mr Bungle, Existential Blues. (orginalt et Tom Wits sitat)
"Et par kromosomer til overs, og et bankende hjerte av gull.
Tor var i stand til å drepe for venner." - Gartnerlosjen, Pleuch.
"I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's staring at me
I'm only bleedin' " - Faith no More, RV.
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_________________ Kunnskap er ikke makt, korrekt anvendelse av kunnskap er makt.
Skrevet: Søn 15 Mai 2005, 13:13 |
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Skumfidus
Spitzy (!)


Ble Medlem: 03 Jun 2004 Innlegg: 246 Bosted: Bergen
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Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)
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Skrevet: Søn 15 Mai 2005, 22:42 |
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Preacher
Främling

Ble Medlem: 13 Mai 2005 Innlegg: 11 Bosted: Mars
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Alle tekster på Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the moon.
Flyter sinnsykt bra, og har god mening.
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Skrevet: Lør 21 Mai 2005, 20:38 |
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wertoi
Slushpuppy!


Ble Medlem: 24 Feb 2004 Innlegg: 2113
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Nirvana - Dumb
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
Også Sliver, som tydeligvis handler om hvor redd han var for bestefar som barn, må nevnes..
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_________________ "Remember me...?" Slumped on a park bench, at the bottom of the social heap, the drunken derelict turns his eyes to the heavens as the first flakes of snow begin to fall. "Remember me? I ordered the blonde, the Firebird, the Alligator shoes... Somebody's made a terrible mistake."
- Tom Waits
Skrevet: Lør 21 Mai 2005, 21:00 |
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calyptomena
Spitzy (!)


Ble Medlem: 07 Mar 2005 Innlegg: 247 Bosted: Oslo
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Joni Mitchell: "The last time I saw Richard", fra albumet "Blue".
The last time I saw richard was detroit in ’68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you’re immune, go look at your eyes
They’re full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realise they’re only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, just pretty lies
He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said drink up now it’s gettin’ on time to close.
Richard, you haven’t really changed, I said
It’s just that now you’re romanticizing some pain that’s in your head
You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the tv on
And all the house lights left up bright
I’m gonna blow this damn candle out
I don’t want nobody comin’ over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin’ behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days
(www.lyricsfreak.com - en ressurs for oss som innbitt forsøker å synge med, men aldri lærer oss teksten)
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Skrevet: Lør 21 Mai 2005, 21:03 |
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Glahn
Mors Lille Ole


Ble Medlem: 10 Mar 2003 Innlegg: 7331 Bosted: Trondheim
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Kjærleik, skrevet av Knut Buen.
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_________________ Jeg skal kun få leve i ordene mine.
De som leser meg vil ikke røre meg.
Skrevet: Søn 22 Mai 2005, 00:44 |
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wertoi
Slushpuppy!


Ble Medlem: 24 Feb 2004 Innlegg: 2113
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Glemte en:
Nirvana - Territorial Pissings
Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not after you
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_________________ "Remember me...?" Slumped on a park bench, at the bottom of the social heap, the drunken derelict turns his eyes to the heavens as the first flakes of snow begin to fall. "Remember me? I ordered the blonde, the Firebird, the Alligator shoes... Somebody's made a terrible mistake."
- Tom Waits
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Eyden
Veronica


Ble Medlem: 06 Mai 2003 Innlegg: 881 Bosted: Praha
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Queen - The show must go on
Empty spaces - what are we waiting for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Another hero another mindless crime
Behind the curtain in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache another failed romance
On and on
Does anybody know what we are living for
I guess I'm learning
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on - yeah
Ooh inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Yeah oh oh oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on - yeah
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On with the show
I'll top the bill
I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the
On with the show
The show must go on
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_________________ Don't call me insensitive just because I don't feel you
Skrevet: Søn 22 Mai 2005, 11:19 |
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IceRose
Varm i trøya


Ble Medlem: 07 Mai 2005 Innlegg: 78 Bosted: Oslo
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Mest geniale strofe noensinne:
"I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs.." REM The Great Beyond.
Beste sangtekst jeg vet om nå for tiden. Tom McRae med End of the World News:
You wake up to the sound of alarms and your
Driving your fabulous car
Listening to the music that reminds you
You used to be young you used to be young
And now you're searching, for a sign with your name
To define you the king of the game
What will you do when there's nothing left
For you to earn and for you to learn
So dose me up once is not enough
I can still see the ground
And from this high rise view looking down on you
I'm not the one wasting my time
And every culture has it's own magazine
And information takes the place of your dreams
Finding ways to fill up the silence
But it's all that you need turn on your TV
So dose me up once is not enough
I can still see the ground
And from this high rise view looking down on you
I'm not the one wasting my time
This is the end of the world news
This is the end of the world news sponsored by god
So dose me up once is not enough
I can still see the ground
And from this high rise view looking down on you
I'm not the one wasting my time
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Skrevet: Søn 22 Mai 2005, 13:13 |
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calyptomena
Spitzy (!)


Ble Medlem: 07 Mar 2005 Innlegg: 247 Bosted: Oslo
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Utdrag fra U2, "So cruel"
I gave you everything you ever wanted
It wasn’t what you wanted
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Skrevet: Søn 22 Mai 2005, 14:18 |
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haibanker
Spitzy (!)


Ble Medlem: 17 Nov 2004 Innlegg: 109 Bosted: Ei polsk hores armhule
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Dag Ingebrigtsen skrev følgende sterke ord til sangen "Varmt & hardt":
Vil du bli medlem i den harde flokken
Og gi din stemme og sjel til heavyrocken
Uniformen er dongeri og skinn
Våre badges er i tøy eller tinn
Dette verset får meg til å føle alt på en gang. Pirrende.
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_________________ http://www.fattern.kvanneid.com - musikken min råkker mora di sine såkker.
Skrevet: Søn 22 Mai 2005, 17:50 |
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toth42
Cowboy


Ble Medlem: 04 Nov 2003 Innlegg: 4849 Bosted: Det blide sørland
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Utrag fra U2's "Hands that built America":
You've got to live with your dreams -
Don't make them so hard..
To forferdelig vise linjer.. Det gir meg noe hver gang jeg hører dem.
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_________________ ____________________________
I reject your reality - and substitute my own.
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always eat the yellow snow - it could be beer!
Skrevet: Søn 22 Mai 2005, 21:42 |
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Eyden
Veronica


Ble Medlem: 06 Mai 2003 Innlegg: 881 Bosted: Praha
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ønskemestern skrev: | Utrag fra U2's "Hands that built America":
You've got to live with your dreams -
Don't make them so hard..
To forferdelig vise linjer.. Det gir meg noe hver gang jeg hører dem. | Enig 
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_________________ Don't call me insensitive just because I don't feel you
Skrevet: Søn 22 Mai 2005, 21:45 |
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sharee
Slushpuppy!


Ble Medlem: 09 Sep 2003 Innlegg: 2291 Bosted: Trondheim
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I didn't loose my mind,
it was mine to give away
NÃ¥ er ikke jeg akkurat noen Robbie Williams fan, men akkurat denne setningen er ganske herlig.
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_________________ Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.
Reality is what you make of it.
Skrevet: Tir 24 Mai 2005, 18:50 |
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Haaa
SteinHakkeToillat


Ble Medlem: 18 Jul 2004 Innlegg: 286 Bosted: Akershus
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Utdrag fra H.M.J av Dream Evil
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!(*2)
I'm the Heavy Metal thunderstriking Jesus"
I'm the Heavy Metal Jesus!
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Skrevet: Tir 24 Mai 2005, 22:39 |
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sharee
Slushpuppy!


Ble Medlem: 09 Sep 2003 Innlegg: 2291 Bosted: Trondheim
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Matchbox 20 - Long Day
It's sitting by the overcoat,
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also
Reach she said for no one else but you,
Cuz you won't turn away
When someone else is gone
I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me
And I'm so
Terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
It's me, yeah I can't get myself to go away
It's me, and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn't feel this way
Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always ain't that right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always ain't that right
Well I'm surprised that you'd believe
In any thing that comes from me
I didn't hear from you or from someone else
And you're so
Set in life man, a pisser they're waiting
Too damn bad you get so far so fast
So what, so long
It's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
It's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn't feel this way
Den teksten får iallfall meg til å føle meg bedre.
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_________________ Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.
Reality is what you make of it.
Skrevet: Fre 27 Mai 2005, 09:42 |
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fishsticksboy
Varm i trøya


Ble Medlem: 31 Mai 2003 Innlegg: 59 Bosted: Skotselv Inner City Ring
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Første verset i Velvet Underground - Heroin:
I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
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_________________ Livet Er En Fisk
Skrevet: Søn 29 Mai 2005, 20:44 |
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Zhor
Spitzy (!)


Ble Medlem: 28 Feb 2005 Innlegg: 110 Bosted: Krynn
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The Doors "people are strange"
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
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Skrevet: Tir 31 Mai 2005, 06:19 |
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Tittan
Erkegranul


Ble Medlem: 17 Mar 2004 Innlegg: 3272 Bosted: Trondheim
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Verdens fineste sang - bare glem å krangle på det!
I heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for music, do you
Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Well, maybe there is a god above
But all I've ever learnt from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
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_________________
Sjefolainen!
Skrevet: Tir 31 Mai 2005, 10:48 |
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