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Lyric
Jan 29, 2007 18:48:20 GMT
Post by skidttrucker on Jan 29, 2007 18:48:20 GMT
Her kan postes tekster af dine ynglings sange
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Lyric
Jan 29, 2007 19:09:31 GMT
Post by skidttrucker on Jan 29, 2007 19:09:31 GMT
ONE BOURBON, ONE SCOTCH, ONE BEER George Thorogood
Wanna tell you a story, About the house-man blues I come home one Friday, Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job She said that don't confront me, Long as I get my money next Friday Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent, And out the door I went
So I goes to the landlady, I said, "You let me slide?" I'll have the rent for you in a month. Next I don't know So said let me slide it on you know people, I notice when I come home in the evening She ain't got nothing nice to say to me, But for five year she was so nice Loh' she was lovy-dovy, I come home one particular evening The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?", I said, "No, can't find no job" Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job" Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner, Leaning up against a post" I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day" She said "That don't confront me, Long as I get my money next Friday" Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent, And out the door I went
So I go down the streets, Down to my good friend's house I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know, Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?" He said "Let me go and ask my wife" He come out of the house, I could see it in his face I know that was no He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know" I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too" So I go back home I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah" And then she was so nice, Loh' she was lovy-dovy So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go, I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent, She ain't gonna get none of it So I stop in the local bar you know people, I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there So what you want?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when, I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose, Need me a triple shot of that juice Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
But I'm sitting now at the bar, I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer Looked down the bar, here come the bartender I said "Look man, come down here" So what you want?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last, Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed Gonna get high man I ain't had enough, Need me a triple shot of that stuff Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here, I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Now by this time I'm plenty high, You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high Looked down the bar I say to my bartender I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there So what you want this time? I said "Look man, a-what time is it?" He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week, Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak Gonna get high man listen to me, One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear, I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
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Lyric
Jan 29, 2007 19:15:08 GMT
Post by skidttrucker on Jan 29, 2007 19:15:08 GMT
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier. Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da whack for the daddy 'ol whack for the daddy 'ol there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny. I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny. She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me, but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber, I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder. But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water, Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel, The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel. I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier, But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army, If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney. And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny, And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving, But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking. But I take delight in the juice of the barley, And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
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Lyric
Jan 30, 2007 16:14:43 GMT
Post by skidttrucker on Jan 30, 2007 16:14:43 GMT
Artist(Band):U2
One Lyrics
Is it getting better? Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now? You got someone to blame You say One love One life When it's one need In the night One love We get to share it Leaves you baby if you Don't care for it
Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's
Too late Tonight To drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to carry each other hurry each other One
Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus? To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much? More than a lot. You gave me nothing, Now it's all I got We're one But we're not the same Well we Hurt each other Then we do it again You say Love is a temple Love a higher law Love is a temple Love the higher law You ask me to enter But then you make me crawl And I can't be holding on To what you got When all you've got is hurt
One love One blood One life You got to do what you should One life With each other Sisters Brothers One life But we're not the same We get to Carry each other Carry each other
One... One...
extended version
Can You hear us coming Lord Can You hear us call Feel us knocking We're knocking at Your door
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Lyric
Feb 10, 2007 21:18:19 GMT
Post by skidttrucker on Feb 10, 2007 21:18:19 GMT
Godt taget....
Jokeren
Godt taget knægt, klap dig selv på skulderen Op med hagen ikke, klap dig selv på skulderen Jokke sagde det, klap dig selv på skulderen Stik mig en kold fad, så jeg’ genopladet, godt taget
Yo Jeg har opdaget, folk de blir topglade Når de får nogle props, knægt, godt taget For følelsen af skyld har gjort nok skade Din samvittighed den hæmmer dig, stop taget I dig selv få din røv ud på dansegulvet I stedet for at stå og kigge ind af nøglehullet Slip din abe løs, bag på en flabet tøs Der gør dig godt kulret, knægt, det’ godt skuldret Tag hende helt hjem i mål, homie, godt gået Gi dig selv ros, se hvad du har opnået La vær og lov hinanden ting som I ikke kan holde Bare ta det som det kommer, lad det udfolde Sig
Godt taget knægt, klap dig selv på skulderen Op med hagen ikke, klap dig selv på skulderen Jokke sagde det, klap dig selv på skulderen Stik mig en kold fad, så jeg’ genopladet, godt taget
Grib chancen, knægt, for der’ ingen der gør det for dig Toget kører nu og du står på perronen sjoller Hvem har lovet dig at det hele nok skal gå ? Pludselig er du gammel og kan ikke få den op at stå Så op med hagen knægt, kom ind i kampen, ikke Klap dig selv, skipper - op med dampen, ikke Og rejs dig ved det f**king træ du er faldet ved Gå ud i livet - og gør det du er kaldet til Grib mic’en, lav en deal, ta et træk frem Kik din konkurrent i øjnene og bræk ham Gi ham hånden og spørg om han vil rulle med dig For du får brug for backup når det virkelig gælder
Godt taget knægt, klap dig selv på skulderen Op med hagen ik, klap dig selv på skulderen Jokke sagde det, klap dig selv på skulderen Stik mig en kold fad, så jeg’ genopladet, godt taget
f**k de haters, jeg gir mig selv respekt Og disser du Don Ø - så klapper det, perfekt Godt klappet der, slå dig selv på skulderen, jox Smæk det Street Mads beat på din boombox Og vis hele landet hvordan dén skal skæres Det din karrieres skæbne at lede deres Jeg var en stodder da de stadig gik i flyverdragt Med snot og elastik i vanterne, så det sagt Og der ingen tudefjæs i min tronsal Vi klapper hits ind på stribe lisom Jon Dahl Træd et skridt frem klap dig selv på skulderen Op med hagen, knægt - det sådan vi ruller
Godt taget knægt, klap dig selv på skulderen Op med hagen ik, klap dig selv på skulderen Jokke sagde det, klap dig selv på skulderen Stik mig en kold fad, så jeg genopladet, godt taget
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Lyric
Mar 15, 2007 17:24:19 GMT
Post by skidttrucker on Mar 15, 2007 17:24:19 GMT
Når din hals er en hal meter nedløbsrør, og din tunge er som en galosche, når din drøvel er stor som en briosche, så'r det organet der er løvet tør, så'r det ølhunden, der glammer, så'r det bajerens time, min ven, så'r det derfra, det stammer, hør nu gøer den og teer sig igen. Stang den en bajer, for den ikke skal helt sygne hen, mærk så, hvor den leger, ja, nu logrer den fame me halen. Når du bades i ølsvedens pinsler, og du kaster dig frem og tilbasje, så'r det dyret, der laver ravasje, så'r det hunden, der kræver sin pilsner. Så'r det ølhunden, der glammer, tør du møde dens duggede blik, så'r det halsbåndet der strammer, hør dens hulkende hik efter hik. Fru Agnes Schmitto, som beskytter den mindste moskito tilbeder vi to, selv en ølhund har hjerte og di-to. Der er folk, der går rundt med en afholdshund, som der hverken gøer til eller fra, lad os samle os i denne alvorsstund og hylde vor Grand Danois. Ølhunden glammer, og den fylder mit liv med mosek, tænk, om den ble tammere, eller hvis den gak h en og så gek! Lige fra vuggen har jeg lyttet til ølhundens sukken, tænk, når man får trukken allersidste øl op og har har drukken - den.
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Lyric
May 1, 2007 20:35:56 GMT
Post by icelady on May 1, 2007 20:35:56 GMT
man fristes til at spørge hvor henne det vil ende, den dag vi er glemt, det her er jo kun begyndelsen til enden ingen gang gud ka forstå, han ka højst prøve på med den fart vi rykker på, med alt det vi prøver at nå vi leger vi' ham, jonglere med atomer og celler slår ihjel, alt imens at vi kloner os selv og det sælger, både et skydevåben og et nyt liv, regeringen er blevet Robin Hood men vi er blevet skydeskive for det' os der er endt lisom hamsteren i bur med skyklapperne på i en samlebånds-kultur og det farligt, prøv og tænk, vand har altid været gratis, før at vi kom og lavede f**kin paradis, til en sparegris så jeg søger ly for syreregn og terror, og kaos og padehatte-skyer der vil ta' os men lige meget hvor jeg vender mig hen får jeg smidt det i hoved uskyldige som ikk længere kan genkendes for blod og så er det famne svært at få øje på fred iblandt alt den skade had og vrede ka efterlade så jeg lukker mine øjne for der ikk' plads til mer det min indre værdiger siger er ikk hvad jeg ser behøves det virkeligt at være her for at skabe balance kan man ikk føle sig tryk hvis ikk man kan mærke man er bange man undskylder krigen med at man føler sig truet men uden krig ville vi slet ikk være så truet tværtimod men bliv I bare ved hvis i tror det vil hjælpe noget for jorden er sku ligeglad den styrer selv tempoet la os bare bli' ved hvis vi tror det vil hjælpe noget for jorden er sku ligeglad Det er sgu os vi ska tænke på når ulven kommer...
Så luk blot dine øjne hvis du tror det vil hjælp' vend dig den anden vej og tro det vil hjælp' for når vi er på røven så gælder det oss` dig - og så når du ikk' at se ulven den kommer
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Lyric
May 1, 2007 21:18:59 GMT
Post by icelady on May 1, 2007 21:18:59 GMT
DAD - I am a little cloud.
Over my dead body Won't make a happy man out of me In a hotel lobby With a bitter cup of tea Before I take up smiling I'll hang my head in a knowing way Anally deciding What I need to do today Someone sad got to meet The kind of bad that is sweet I feel the need Let me reveal a secret Of Who I am.. I'm a little cloud Colored pink and grey I don't hello my neighbours When I meet them on my way I'm a little cloud And every day is the same If I don't cast my shadow I think I'll hang myself today
Yeah, millions are dancing And laughing their nights away I have a hard time understanding Why it's so great to stay up late Yeah, I'll steal the attention Yeah, I'll be bringing you sad news So there's no need to mention I need a smaller pair of shoes Someone sad got to meet The kind of bad that is sweet Discreet Repeat What has become my secret.. And understand: I'm a little cloud...
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May 1, 2007 21:50:54 GMT
Post by icelady on May 1, 2007 21:50:54 GMT
En af mine all-time ynglings med DAD....Mad days
Making the the worst of a bad situation with an ants patience and a fleas strength Like a kid about to squash an insect - I'll break it down and build it up again Yeah, mad days to shut out the pain - the 7 sins - the sorrows seven You seek wild friendships, but never a friend - it's always mad days to shut out pain
If you can't have all; have some more of the bitter best or the sugared worst Yeah, the blackest night on another planet - a hand out of space; picking you up You seek wild friendships, but never a friend - it's always mad days to shut out pain
It's the same situation - same head - my eyes are fire-engine red Staring at a hole through space - the pain goes away - the wound stays... When love is a nothing place - dive into: mad days...
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May 1, 2007 21:52:57 GMT
Post by icelady on May 1, 2007 21:52:57 GMT
The Animals.. House of the rising sun.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys And God I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin man Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk.
Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done To spend ther life in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun.
With one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys And god I know I'm one.
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May 1, 2007 21:54:28 GMT
Post by icelady on May 1, 2007 21:54:28 GMT
Ej, Deep Purples Soldier Of Fortune. Hvordan kunne jeg glemme den. I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand And sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me And I would surely stay But I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune Many times I've been a traveller I looked for something new In days of old When nights were cold I wandered without you But those days I thougt my eyes Had seen you standing near Though blindness is confusing It shows that you're not here Now I feel I'm growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune Yes, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I guess I'll always be A soldier of fortune
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May 4, 2007 18:08:32 GMT
Post by skidttrucker on May 4, 2007 18:08:32 GMT
Led Zeppelin
Theres a lady whos sure All that glitters is gold And shes buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven.
Theres a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook Theres a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder.
Theres a feeling I get When I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And its whispered that soon If we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn For those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter.
If theres a bustle in your hedgerow Dont be alarmed now, Its just a spring clean for the may queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by But in the long run Theres still time to change the road youre on. And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it wont go In case you dont know, The pipers calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How evrything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll.
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.
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May 4, 2007 18:09:43 GMT
Post by skidttrucker on May 4, 2007 18:09:43 GMT
The Eagles
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the hotel california Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain, please bring me my wine He said, we havent had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin it up at the hotel california What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device And in the masters chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just cant kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before relax, said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave!
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Lyric
May 14, 2007 21:04:20 GMT
Post by icelady on May 14, 2007 21:04:20 GMT
TV2s På Kanten af småt brændbart
Jeg kunne have sagt mig selv at jeg en skønne dag ville få min historie ufortalt tilbage Den begyndte ellers godt som en god historie bør vi var de bedste venner og alt kunne lade sig gøre
Så skiltes vore veje, tidens spørgsmål krævede svar du rejste jorden rundt og jeg blev hvor jeg var siden gik det hurtigt med børn, hus og hjem jeg troede egentlig aldrig at vi skulle mødes igen
Det er i orden, det er livet og der er ingen grund til at spille smart når man hænger der på kanten af småt brændbart
Så tilfældigt her for nylig en helt almindelig dag var livets trailer fyldt med ting som bare skulle losses af Der hang et fjols på en container og spærrede min vej jeg kravlede op på kanten og opdagede at det var dig
Du så ud som en fremmed, træt og slidt af tidens tand jeg tænkte, hvor let man kommer til at ligne en voksen mand vi snakkede om lykken, om skæbne og om tro om tilværelsens vilkårlighed og hvor forskelligt det kan gå
Det er i orden, det er livet men der er ingen grund til at spille smart når man hænger der på kanten af småt brændbart
Og så farvel, vi ses og hvad mere kan man sige jeg tænkte, hvor svært kan det være og hvor ensomt kan det blive? Det sidste jeg så var en trailer som forsvandt jeg hænger stadig her på containerens kant
Det er i orden, det er livet og der er ingen grund til at spille smart når man hænger der på kanten af småt brændbart
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Lyric
May 14, 2007 21:05:21 GMT
Post by icelady on May 14, 2007 21:05:21 GMT
Er lige nødt til at smide en tysk tekst. Rammstein - Seeman. Komm in mein Boot ein Sturm kommt auf und es wird Nacht Wo willst du hin so ganz allein treibst du davon Wer hält deine Hand wenn es dich nach unten zieht Wo willst du hin so uferlos die kalte See Komm in mein Boot der Herbstwind hält die Segel straff Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne mit Tränen im Gesicht das Tageslicht fällt auf die Seite der Herbstwind fegt die Straße leer Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne hast Tränen im Gesicht das Abendlicht verjagt die Schatten die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst Komm in mein Boot die Sehnsucht wird der Steuermann Komm in mein Boot der beste Seemann war doch ich Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne hast Tränen im Gesicht das Feuer nimmst du von der Kerze die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst Sie sprachen nur von deiner Mutter so gnadenlos ist nur die Nacht am Ende bleib ich doch alleine die Zeit steht still und mir ist kalt
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