The Lyrics Thread-Part IV

Lucid Lounge
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What Else is There?
RÖYKSOPP — [Trip Hop] [Videoclip]

It was me on that road
But you couldn’t see me
Too many lights on, but nowhere near here

It was me on that road
Still you couldn’t see me
And then flashlights and explosions

Roads are getting nearer
We cover distance but not together
I am the storm and I am the wonder
And the flashlights, nightmares
And sudden explosions

I don’t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

It’s about you and the sun
A morning run
The story of my maker
What I have and what I ache for

I’ve got a golden ear
I cut and I spear
And what else is there
Roads are getting nearer
We cover distance still not together

If I am the storm if I am the wonder
Will I have flashlights, nightmares
And sudden explosions

There’s no room where I can go and
You’ve got secrets too

i don’t know what more to ask for
i was given just one wish

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Wake Up
ARCADE FIRE [Alt/Art+Indie Rock]

Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s
causin rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lightnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am go-goin’

You’d better look out below

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hehehe. I have 110 listens on the album that “Wake Up” is on. When I went to see them in concert, that was the song they closed with. It was the best concert I’ve ever been to.

“Backstreets” By Bruce Springsteen

One soft infested summer me and terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at stocktons wing
Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the duke street kings
Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything
To go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
We swore wed live forever on the backstreets we take it together

Endless juke joints and valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears
Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness
Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed
You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us
Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me terry
It dont matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight
There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went
Away

Laying here in the dark youre like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, terry, wed go see
Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time to find were just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets

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Dead Tree by Dir en Grey
it’s all in Japanese, so none of the translated lyrics rhyme

[color=darkred]Heres is some water for the dead tree
I see your reflection in the dirty water
Dreams and aspirations Your ideals in the big sky

Passionate Red
The one I loved so much…

Ideals being sweeter than candy are just ideals

No one wants the present
Point your finger
Goodbye

I feel love on my forehead at gunpoint
Even the child with the red coat swallows her tears as she faces reality

Why? Why? Over and Over
It will never heal
Why? Why? Over and Over
My dead heart…

Love, tenderness, freedom, and peace[/color]

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First heard this in Dead Rising, one of the strangest, catchiest songs ever:

Gone Guru- Lifeseeker

Well he ain’t my boy but the brother is heavy
gave away my possessions and moved in to a chevy
van, yeah thats the masterplan
drive into the woods and eat corn out the can
yeah I gave it all away, the hard rock band
the groupies, the booze, the all night jams
now all these fans, asking “Where did he go?”
meditating on a rock letting go of the ego
so rappin with the squirrels is the way of the mountain
they took half my nuts and berries
and riddled “Who’s counting?”
bit my finger with the truth, the blood was spouting
now my cup overfloweth, just like a fountain
seen birds in the sky, trees inbetween
grubs in the ground, it was so serene
the sky was blue, yeah the grass was green!
and that’s three square meals if you know what I mean
so now I wake up every morning with a fat cup of p*ss
my third eye’s open, so give me some swiss miss
saw a thirty foot fairy walking down your street
thought I was down with God, I had to yell retreat

because I gone guru so cut the ballyhoo
rock the tamborines and the didgeridoo
set the animals free from the pimpin zoo
and I’ll elevate your mind like airplane glue

Out in the desert on a three day stint
I had a revelation and I made a mint
so take a hit and won’t you join the club
send your wives to my hut for the body rub
Mental guru in the subaru
four wheel drive to the commune
pick up the crew
and we out to the zen monastery on the prairie
where I milk the holy cow but quit the dairy
so run with the yeti eating vegi spaghetti
don’t have to live like no refuge, peace to tom petty!
ready steady spiritually grow
til I found out my boy worked for the cointelpro
gram damn now I gots to scram
and start handing out my leaflets in bethlehem
cause the bibles played out so I’m writing a new text
we are all one, so what’s the problem with group sex!?
and so many children want to join the fold
mike love on line two, put that sucker on hold
and shine, to thine own self be true
they can’t tell you what to do when you’ve gone guru
yeah shine, to thine own self be true
they can’t tell you what to do when you’ve gone guru
you got to shine! to thine own self be true
they can’t tell you what to do when you’ve gone guru

gone guru in my new nehru
so rock the tamborines and the didgeridoo
I’ll deliver whoever pays what’s due
that’s nine for me and one for you

awwww yeah we got it going on and it’s strong up in here tonight
we got that incense, burning! we got them peacock feathers, tickling!
we got all that cuckoo karma connection, that you can use
so come on people, get with the program, we can get this together…
tonight!

too many wives for ohio they were looking to try me
so I got twelve divorces said aloha hawaii
arrived without traveling they lost my bags
another trial for my people, don’t scratch the jag!
you know they say hang loose, but they really don’t mean it!
deported me to rio and you watched it on cnet
news chumps had me singing the blues
til thirty thousand showed up with the right to choose
rose petals in bed milk in my bath
and now harrison ford wants my autograph
I laughed when we met cause he busted a sweat
then I stuck out my tongue he donated a jet
I stole the spotlight from the dali lama
cause my crews coming tight in the orange pajamas
got sixteen caddies and 29 rolls
**** the shoes I transcended the sole
with constant expansion I live in a mansion
getting jiggy with madonna and marilyn manson
sixty minutes expose taxes you never paid
papparazzi! code blue! down toupee!
yes I’m starting to age I can feel it in my bones
my advisors tell me, start thinking bout clones
found out! heaven is a place on earth!
I cut off my head it cost all I was worth
cryogenic robot, now my head can spin
I’ll be around a million years so let the party begin
party robot, now my head can spin
I’ll be around a million years let the party begin

gone guru new nehru
rock tamborine and didgeri too
must free animals from pimpin zoo
deliver who? 2+2
gone gone g gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
gone gone g gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone

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THE VICE by Sonata Arctica
(this is seriously one of the strangest, but one of the best lyrics I’ve ever read/heard)

Number nine out of eleven little litter mates,
rotten apples all the way.
Litter mates all with different fates,
taught them almost all I knew.
And now the best, the brightest,
number nine of eleven little litter mates,
feeling low, my ace after my home

In the bright daylight, little number nine,
dressed to kill much like me.
Takes a look at the free world behind the gate,
of the castle and this cage,
I leave the base, the night awaits,
men are well-hidden for the litter mate.
He played it all but one
One by one

Eleven little litter mates,
only number nine’s not in sight.
Hiding for the moonlight, it’s the day
Kisses burn their paper-thin wings away.

Hate me, hate me, they want you to break me,
love is for the weak and the restless.
They’ve all been locked in a twisted dream,
for now until destiny’s overruled,
trailing back to the pagan cathedral.

Don’t love me, don’t you dare,
I lie, I cheat and I don’t care.
You can go telling me things about fidelity

Truth can set me free.
He’s then in vain running to a needle,
I love, I hate don’t need anyone,
Let’s all, let it all hear it loud and clear.
I’m here but I am raw

[Without my eyes, they’ve let the locks untied,
I turned my weakness into [flame for vision].

The more I hear, the more I see, I can feel the black vice juice
What I did was a must, face the music away from the light alone
Someone got to know me well
drown me in their wishing well,
making mistakes, we all do,
worst of mine was trusting you, a stranger

For now I’m feeling fine,
drank poison like the sign
Now touch the greatest fear,
impaired to look sincere.

One step behind you, turn around,
and I am gone with what I need.
The essence of timely death,
cold and dark, loveless heart.

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Funeral is one of the best albums I own. I’m amazed at their virtuosity, at the quality of the lyrics and of the album as a whole. Arcade Fire is definitely one of the best bands of the recent times. :smile:

[size=167]Diferente[/size]
G[size=100]OTAN[/size] P[size=100]ROJECT[/size] [size=75][color=#666666][Tango+Electronic][/color] [Clip][/size]

En el mundo habrá un lugar
para cada despertar
un jardín de pan y de poesía

Porque puestos a soñar
fácil es imaginar
esta humanidad en harmonía

Vibra mi mente al pensar
en la posibilidad
de encontrar un rumbo diferente

Para abrir de par en par
los cuadernos del amor
del gauchaje y de toda la gente

Qué bueno che, qué lindo es
reírnos como hermanos
Porqué esperar para cambiar
de musica y de compás.

[color=#3366cc]Can’t be bothered writing a translation right now. It’s basically a song say “oh how nice it would be to change this suffocating rhythm of the world, how nice it would be to have humankind in harmony, what are we waiting to change?” In Spanish. I’m writing an article on this song for Semiotics.[/color]

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I just had to google :user: to look for the lyrics after my last dream…
I found three…

Roof with a hole MEAT PUPPETS

The colors are flowing from the wall to the floor
And only an outline still remains
Cause the roof’s got a hole in it
And everything’s been ruined by the rain
There may be diamonds in that dream on the hill
But the people who live there still complain
Cause the roof’s got a hole in it
And everything is soaking in the rain
No one can practice the common sense that they see
Through the nickle and diming I’ll explain
When the roof’s got a hole in it
Everything is ruined by the rain
My head’s got a hole in it
And everything’s been ruined by the rain

Everything’s been ruined by the rain
Everything’s been ruined
Everything’s been ruined by the rain

Fixing A Hole THE BEATLES

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.
I’m filling in the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go.
And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong
I’m right
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong.
See the people standing there who
Disagree and never win
And wonder why they don’t get in my door.
I’m painting the room in a colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go.
And it doesn’t really matter if I’m wrong I’m right
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong.
Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don’t get past my door.
I’m taking the time for a number of things
That weren’t important yesterday
And I still go.
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.

songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=774

and finally…

Don’t Let the Rain Come Down (Crooked Little Man) Serendipity Singers

CHORUS
(Ah, ah) Oh, no, don’t let the rain come down
(Ah, ah) Oh, no, don’t let the rain come down
(Ah, ah) Oh, no, don’t let the rain come down
My roof’s got a hole in it and I might drown
Oh, yes, my roof’s got a hole in it and I might drown
There was a crooked man and he had a crooked smile
Had a crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile
Had a crooked cat and he had a crooked mouse
They all lived together in a crooked little house

CHORUS

Well, this crooked little man and his crooked little smile
Took his crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile
Bought some crooked nails and a crooked little bat
Tried to fix his roof with a rat-tat-tat-tat-tat

CHORUS

Now this crooked little man and his crooked cat and mouse
They all live together in a crooked little house
Has a crooked door with a crooked little latch
Has a crooked roof with a crooked little patch
CHORUS

CHORUS

(Ah, ah) Oh, no, don’t let the rain come down
(Ah, ah) Oh, no, don’t let the rain come down
(Ah, ah) Oh, no, don’t let the rain come down
My roof’s got a hole in it (my roof’s got a hole in it)
My roof’s got a hole in it and I might drown

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Seishoujo Ryoukiri by ALI project

Mada iwanaide Jumonmeita sono kotoba
Ai nante hane no you ni karui
Sasayaite Papa yori yasashii tenooru de
Ubau kakugo ga aru no naraba

Hyakuman no bara no beddo ni
Umore miru yume yori mo kaguwashiku
watashi wa ikiteru no
Dou sureba minikui mono ga habikotta kono sekai
Kegarezu ni habataite yukeru no ka
Hitori mayu no naka Manabitsuzuketemo
Suishou no hoshizora wa toosugiru no

Mada furenaide Sono furueru yubisaki wa
Hananusubito no amai tamerai
Furete mo ii Kono fukai mune no oku ni made
Todoku jishin ga aru no naraba

Hakuba no oujisama nante shinjiteru wake ja nai

Translation:
Do not speak those enchanting words just yet
the ting called “love” is as light as a feather
whisper to me in a tenor voice gentler then Papa’s
if you are prepared to take it all away

I lie in a bed of a million roses
the sent is more fragrant than my clouded dream
Am I alive?
How is it that unsightly ting have spread throughout this world?
Can I flap my wings without dirtying them?
Even if I should continue to learn alone in my cocoon
the crystalline starry sky is to far away

Don not touch me yet those trembling fingers are
the sweet hesitation of a flower thief
It is all right to touch me
if you believe it will reach deep within my chest

I do not believe in a knight on a white horse

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Bright Eyes - Nothing Get’s Crossed Out

The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
My head is a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops.
I just want someone to walk in front
and I’ll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was,
but came to my senses.
Now I’m tryin’ to be assertive.
I’m making plans.
Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah
meet all of their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed
and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave
but I’m just too afraid of all this change.
And it’s too hard to focus through all this doubt.
I keep making these “To Do” lists but nothing gets crossed out.
Working on the record seems pointless now.
When the world ends, who’s gonna hear it?
But Im tryin’ and take some comfort in written words,
yeah Tim I heard your album and it’s better than good.
When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together.
Because I’ve been feeling sentimental for days gone by…
all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time.
Remember all those songs and the way we smiled
in those basements made of music.
But now I’ve got to crawl, to get anywhere at all. I’m not as strong as I thought.
So when I’m lost in a crowd,
I hope that you’ll pick me out.
Oh, how I long to be found.
The grass grew high. I laid down.
Now I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
I have been laying so low
Don’t want to lay here no more.
Don’t want to lay here no more.
Don’t want to lay here no more.
Don’t want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is supposed to be
and it is predetermined, can’t change your destiny.
Then I guess I’ll just keep moving, someday, maybe, I’ll get to where I’m going.

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Fly - Blind Guardian
I’ve always loved Peter Pan.

Stop, be quiet now
Out with the light and,
Then up and down it goes
Fly out with the light
There at the door,
The Inspiration I´ve looked for,
The Spirit of the youth appears

No one ever dares to speak
It’s nothing else but fantasy
It’s make believe, make believe

No one ever dares to speak
It’s nothing else but fantasy
But One day it all will come to life

Step out of line
And I’ll teach you how to fly
The Away we´ll go
Leave your mark, leave your mark in the land of mine

The second one to the right
And then Straight on until morning light

Stop, be quiet now
No irritation
No not the slightest doubt

We go at once
Quick - We better hurry,
There from the road I sense
The end of fun gets near
Wonderful thoughts and imaginations
These dreams will lift you up

What is it like? You ask me, my dear
Will there be fairies, or things to fear
For fairies sake I’d say you better come with me
So soon you´ll see,
Now up and down it goes and round
Round and round and round,

Praise to my cleverness
They all follow me,
All praise to innocence
That’s everything it needs,
Fly in,
Fly out,
They leave it all behind

Life is a map and it is quite confusing
The lights are up now let the play begin
She flies, she flies,
Into the light she flies
No words like “ust” in mind
She’s finding Neverland
There on the day she dies
Don’t stop it now,
She still enjoys the scene
Don’t stop it now,
Don’t stop it now,
Don’t stop it now,
Don’t stop it now, now, now

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Techno Love Song
COCOROSIE [Alt/Indie+Psychedelic Folk]

I fell in love with a bad bad man
Every since I met him
I’ve been sad sad sad
I’m a jailbird to your music
A criminal in your prayer
I watch you when you sleep
Even when you’re not there

Rainbows wept color all over the streets
When yo went away
Maybe one day we’ll meet

Lipstick I’d wear for one million years
Just to stop your eyes from falling down tears

I fell in love with a bad bad man
Every since I met him
I’ve been sad sad sad
I’m a jailbird to your music
A criminal in your prayer
I watch you when you sleep
Even when you’re not there

Rainbows wept color all over the streets
When yo went away
Maybe one day we’ll meet
One day we’ll meet
One day we’ll meet
One days

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Brutal Planet -Alice Cooper

We’re spinning round on this ball of hate
There’s no parole, there’s no great escape
We’re sentenced here until the end of days
And then my brother there’s a price to pay

We’re only human, we were born to die
Without the benefit of reason why
We live for pleasure - to be satisfied
And now it’s over there’s no place to hide

Why don’t you, come down to
It’s such a brutal planet It’s such an ugly world
Why won’t you, come down to

This world is such perfection - What a sight
It’s just like paradise - For my eyes
A truly grand creation - What a sight
From up here it looks so nice - For my eyes

It’s such a brutal planet It’s such a living hell
It was a holy garden
That’s right where Adam fell
It’s where the bite was taken
It’s where we chose to sin
It’s where we first were naked
This is where our death begins

We took advice from that deceiving snake
He said don’t worry it’s a piece of cake
And sent us swimming in a burning lake
Now we’re abandoned here for heaven’s sake

Why don’t you, come down to
It’s such a brutal planet It’s such an ugly world
Why won’t you, come down to

This world is such perfection - What a sight
It’s just like paradise - For my eyes
A truly grand creation - What a sight
From up here it looks so nice - For my eyes

Here’s where we keep the armies
Here’s where we write their names
Here’s where the money god is
Here’s our famous hall of shame
Here’s where we starve the hungry
Here’s where we cheat the poor
Here’s where we beat the children
Here is where we pay the whore

Why don’t you, come down to
It’s such a brutal planet It’s such an ugly world
Why won’t you, come down to

This world is such perfection - What a sight
It’s just like paradise - For my eyes
A truly grand creation - What a sight
From up here it looks so nice - For my eyes

Right here we stoned the prophets
Built idols out of mud
Right here we fed the lions
Christian flesh and Christian blood
Down here is where we hung ya
Upon an ugly cross
Over there we filled the ovens
Right here the holocaust

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Anyone want to guess what I’m putting up? :grin:

(Phantom)
Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
our games of make belive
are at an end . . .

Past all thought of “if” or “when” -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream descend . . .

What raging fireshall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?
Past the point of no return,
the final threshold, what warm,
unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .

AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me to that moment
where words run dry, to that moment
where speech disappears into silence,
silence . . .

I have come here, hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind, I’ve already
imagined our bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am here with you:
no second thoughts, I’ve decided,
decided . . .

Past the point of no return
no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last,
begun . . .

Past all thought of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we two wait, before
we’re one . . .?

When will the blood begin to race
the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume
us . . .?

BOTH
Past the point of no return
the final threshold, the bridge
is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .

We’ve passed the point of no return . . .
(By now the audience and the POLICE have realized that SIGNOR PIANGI is dead behind the curtain, and it is
the PHANTOM who sings in his place. CHRISTINE knows it too. As final confirmation, the PHANTOM sings):

PHANTOM
Say you’ll share with me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me from my solitude . . .
(He takes from his finger a ring and holds it out to her.
Slowly she takes it and puts it on her finger.)
Say you want me with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go let me go too,
Christine that’s all I ask of . . .

You HAD to see that coming! I love this song, too!

There’s a song that’s inside of my soul.
It’s the one that I’ve tried to write over and over again
I’m awake in the infinite cold.
But you sing to me over and over and over again.

So, I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now you’re my only hope.

Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now, you’re my only hope.

I give you my destiny.
I’m giving you all of me.
I want your symphony, singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs, I’m giving it back.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now you’re my only hope.

hmmmmm, hmmmmm, oooooh.

Mandy Moore, not Switchfoot. Haven’t listened to the Switchfoot version yet.

The refrain is so beautiful when it’s sung! And the bridge is awesome! I like singing it, but I can’t go anywhere NEAR as high as she goes at “at the top of my lungs, I’m giving it back.”
No hope.

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Exit Music (For a Film)
Radiohead [Alt/Art+Rock]

Wake… from your sleep
The drying of 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 lose your nerve.
Breathe; keep breathing
I can’t do this… alone.

Sing us a song
A song to keep us warm
There is 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.

Song based in the story of Romeo and Juliet.
[Watch performance at Belford, 1997.]

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I en sofa fra IKEA -Ole Paus
[Badly translated by me!]

I en sofa fra IKEA sitter far og denger mor.
In a couch from IKEA dad sits and beat up mom.
Det er tv-kveld og mor har sølt litt øl på stuens bord.
It is TV-night and mom has spilled beer on the living room table.
Så nå banner far og denger mor og bruker tabu ord.
So now dad swears and beats mom and use taboo-words.

I en sofa fra IKEA sitter mor og lugger far.
In a couch from IKEA sits mom and [lugger]* dad.
I svære dotter river mor ut alt det håret som han har.
In big lumps mom rips out all the hair he has.
Så går far på karatekurs og mor går på bar.
Then dad take karate-courses and mom go to the bar.

I en sofa fra IKEA sitter far og denger mor.
In a couch from IKEA dad sits and beat up mom.
Far blir sterk når han blir sint.
Dad is strong when he is angry.
Og far blir sinna når han tror…
And dad is angry when he believes…
…at hans kone driver h*r med sjefen sin på hans kontor.
…that his wife gets laid with the boss in his office.

I en sofa fra IKEA sitter mor og klorer far.
In a couch from IKEA mom sits and scratches dad.
Og så hyler de og river av de klærne som de har.
And then they scream and rip of the clothes that they have.
Og så gjør de sånn som gjør at mor blir mor og far blir far.
And then they do that who made mom a mom and dad a dad.

I en sofa fra IKEA ligger mor og mor er død.
In a couch from IKEA lies mom and mom is dead.
Så kommer barna på barnehjem og far på vann og brød.
Then the children go to orphanage, and dad to jail.**
Det var dagens lille solstreif hilsen Wam og Vennerød
That was todays little sun-ray from Wam and Vennerød.***

*) ‘Å lugge’ means to hold someones hair and try to rip it out.
**) Directly translated ‘på vann og brød’ means ‘on water and bread’.
***) Have no idea what this is, probably names.

BTW: The text-colors works bad with the new layout :neutral:

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Bruno, you like CocoRosie? SWEET!!!

LEFTOVER CRACK LYRICS

“Clear Channel (Fu*k Off)”

[Spoken intro:]
For your listening pleasure, Fu*k World Trade!

Scabies and metal heads,
born in the gutter, and chained to the radiator of a squat basement for 16 years
We are proud to announce the triumphant return, the thunderous cacophony,
the CRACK ROCK STEADY BEAT!
As the same bitches that brought you the tower tumbling, Mediocre Generica, on 9-11-01
As the same mother fu*kers that united the Gay Rudies,
Rock crack city!
And sainted the Columbine kids,…we are pleased to present…

FROM ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK OF THE FOOD STAMP LINE!
AND STRAIGHT OUTTA MOTHERFU*KING REHAB!
IT’S THE GOOD, THE BAD,
AND THE LEFTOVER CRACK!!..
[End of intro]

The Sovereign Insincerity The monopoly of greed
Nickelback, POD, Rancid, Britany and Creed
The Bureaucrats they leech upon to mediocre trends
Your song in heavy rotation from the cash your label spends
From the products you promote for the ones who foot the bill
A Prefabricated goose-step for the pockets that you fill
The monotony of censored products shine in the display
The same old song of compromise went platinum today.

From town to town and state to state
The same old song you love to hate
The same sht stacked upon your plate
rotate again and syndicate
We’ve been waiting far too long
too change the band, too change the song
through every day and dusk and dawn
We’ve been brain-washed to sing along
No difference between the hot new single
and the Pepsi ads commercial jingle
The beauty’s withered faded crinkle
Just sip the coke and pop the pringle
The boardroom is the dragons lair
They play us sht 'cuz they don’t care
The clearest channel plays unfair
and we all want you off the air
Overdose on shoddy culture; mediocre trends
Auto-Tune the bottom line as a mean to meet the ends
Merging corporate empires create the ill conglomerations
and buy up to reprogram major market radio stations

Fabricate one single voice broadcast from sea to sea
What once held notions of change and choice
is now being controlled fully
Deregulations raised the edge of expolitations bar
Politics replaced by “bling” and clothes and fancy cars
Trapped imaginations from the video’s blinding light
Bombarded with monotony that captivates the sight

The channel we’ve been tuned to is all frigid, blank and clear
Told what to eat and drink and buy and whom to hate and fear
Poisoned by the fairy-tale, A capitalistic dream
Go to sleep, You’re free and brave, and on the winning team

No way to die!!! [3x]

[Spoken outro:]
We figured out a long time ago that it’s much easier to control people
when we’re all watching the same T.V. shows,
Listening to the same radio stations, going to the same movies,
looking at the same billboards, eating the same food,
And speaking the same language…

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Daniel, I like anything “New Weird America” related.

~ * ~

Ratamahatta
Sepultura, in Roots [Alt/Xavante+Metal/Thrash]

{Song starts with a fragment of Xavante healing song.}

(Carlinhos Brown) Biboca, garagem, favela.
Sh✱thole, garage, slumtown.
(Max Cavalera) Biboca, garagem, favela!

color=#666666[/color] Fubanga, maloca, bocada.
Humbug, hole or hut, drug–dealing hideout.
color=#666666[/color] Fubanga, maloca, bocada!

color=#666666[/color] Maloca, bocada, fubanga.
color=#666666[/color] Maloca, bocada, fubanga!

color=#666666[/color] Favela, garagem, biboca.
color=#666666[/color] Favela, garagem, biboca!

color=#666666[/color] Zé do Caixão, Zumbi, Lampião.
The three are national heroes and historical marginals of Brazil.
color=#666666[/color] Zé do Caixão, Zumbi, Lampião!

color=#666666[/color] Zé do Caixão, Zumbi, Lampião.
color=#666666[/color] Zé do Caixão, Zumbi, Lampião!

Hello, uptown!
Hello, downtown!
Hello, midtown!
Hello, trenchtown!

Ratamahatta, mahatta, hatamahatta, mahatta, hatamahatta!— i[/i]

Hello, uptown!
Hello, downtown!
Hello, midtown!
Hello, trenchtown!

~ * ~

/me headbangs and makes the horns with the hand

One of the best songs of all times. Listen to it, or watch the video clip on YouTube.

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Eleka nahmun nahmun
Ah tum ah tum
Eleka nahmun

40

Morning has broken
Song lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon
Sung by Cat Stevens

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

don’t know why, have this song in my head occasionally :content: - today as well, that’s why I decided to search the lyrics