vertigo
och nördar såklart. hårt. men pluggar hårdare.
Koreema know
that's just what it is she does
It cant be hard for her
to get a buzz
Down in the street below
You can hear the drunken
archangels sing
"I know whats on your mind my boy
I can see, oh, everything
Lead pipes are fortune made
Well take a tip from me
Climb up to her window ledge
or you'll forever be
Just walking under ladders, as the people round you hear you crying please
As the people round you hear you crying please
Please
Lead pipes are fortune made
Well Take a tip from me
Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be
Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you crying please
As the people round you hear you crying please
Please"
Who really knows
just what it is she does
It cant be hard for her
to get a buzz
The rapture of vertigo
and letting go
well me myself, i was never sure
WAS IT THE LIQOUR
OR WAS IT MY SOUL?
det är så jag säger det
Bara för att det kändes så bra att lyssna på den på pendeln och för att den instrumentala versionen är väldigt fin och för att håkan är så fin, och var så fin när han var ung och pinnsmal och kommer vara så fin när han blir gammal och trött 8) <3
first day of my life
AWWWWWW.
Det sötaste är ju det sista. [I LOVE HER! 8D]
JAG DÖR. <3
Ack, kärlek. Det är fint det! Kärlek är fint! Så är det ju bara. Alltid.
This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They're spreadin' blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
Think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am
I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home
I remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you'd just woke up
And you said,
This is the first day of my life,
Glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy.
So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time it's different
I mean I really think you'll like me...
Tror detta får bli min favoritlåt i någon vecka i alla fall.
blame it on my youth
Börjar bli beroende.
If, I expected love, when first we kissed,
blame it on my youth
If only just for you, I did exist,
blame it on my youth
I believed in everything
Like a child of three
You meant more than anything
You meant all the world to me
If, you were on my mind, all night and day,
blame it on my youth
If, I forgot to eat, and sleep and pray,
blame it on my youth
If I cried a little bit,
when first I learned the truth
Don’t blame it on my heart,
blame it on my youth
Skall gifta mig med den mannen. Eller åtminstone. Slicka på honom. MMH.
and I'll jump when you say jump, man, JUMP
Men nu åker jag iväg på flottfärd, wahow, blir säkert redigt nice 8D
Nej. Jo. Mh <3
I'm running away with you,
That's all I ever do,
And that's all we ever mean,
But I forgive you everything...
Meet me at the railroad bar,
About seven o'clock,
We talk while the sun goes down,
Watch the lovers leaving town...
This is for lovers, running away
This is for lovers running away, just for today
I'm running away with you,
From yesterdays news,
Lets leave it all behind,
Help me back to my mind..
I paid the penalty,
In the jail of rattling the key,
But the key was mine,
I keep a spare one everytime
This is for lovers,
Running Away....
In the jail o
bobby
Men!
8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD <3333333333333333333 (Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)
AIN'T GOT NO CASH, AIN'T GOT NO STYLE,
AIN'T GOT NO GIRL TO MAKE YOU SMILE
BUT DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY!
Alltså snälla människor, kan ni inte bara vara glada? Ó_Ò
In your life expect some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy!
Don't worry, don't do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like this
Don't worry, it will soon past
Whatever it is
Don't worry, be happy
måste sluta obsessa över 90-talsindie
First of the gang to die
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the stars,
reflect in the resevoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you've seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..
...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
over smashed human bones
We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..
...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and a bullet in his gullet
and the first lost lad to go under the sod.
And he stole from the rich and the poor
and the not-very-rich and the very poor
and he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
blurry
ÄCKLIGT jävla 90-taligt också. Men, INTE dansband XDDD ... Susanna...
Holy man tiptoed his way across the ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade.
Now, Ive got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee, california.
He said he once was the great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away,
Blew it all away.
So take me home, dont leave me alone
Im not that good, but Im not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. e. perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And well all be the same in the end
Cos then youre on your own
Then youre on your own
Well, we all go happy day glow in the disco
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says lord, give me time, for Ive jumped into space Im in outer space.
So take me home, dont leave me alone
Im not that good, but Im not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. e. perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And well all be the same in the end
Cos then youre on your own
Then youre on your own
So take me home, dont leave me alone
Im not that good, but Im not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. e. perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And well all be the same in the end
Cos then youre on your own
Then youre on your own
imagine
ÅHH DEN ÄR SÅ FIN!
Måste börja lyssna på Beatles alltså. MMH. <3
Texten. Glasögonen. Munnen. Rummet. Yoko Ono. Det faktum att den har enmiljontrehundrasextioniotusenfyrahundranittiotre visningar på youtube och att alla kommentarer är markerade som skräppost men ändå har typ +300.
Imagine there's no Heaven. It's easy if you try
No hell below us, above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for and no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions. I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger, a brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
la vie boheme
Från musikalen Rent.
Alltså mmh, älskar den!
Skäms bara lite för att jag kan den utan till.
you're my waterloo
Teater idag, det var nice. Lite skumt och så men skönt att det börjat igen!
Har ju inte pluggat. Inte NO och inte musik. ... uh. VILL INTE!
Hatar även när Daniel säger att näej, det är inte viktigt, jag vet redan vad du ska få för betyg, det spelar ingen roll, blabla, och sen när jag inte gör det som inte var viktigt blir han sur. Vafan liksom? Förväntar han sig att jag ska göra det frivilligt, bara för att? Näej. Näej. Näej helt enkelt.
GAHD JAG VILL INTE GÅ I SKOLAN NU .___. I WANT A BREAK. A LIFELONG BREAK. JAG VILL SLIPPA ONÖDIGA FAKTA, FELPRIORITERINGAR, FELINFORMERINGAR, PRESSURE, DUBBELMORAL, WASTE OF TIME, BOREDOME.
Utan det så absolut, absolut. School rocks. BUT IT DOESN'T!
Jag måste nu sluta obsessa över the Libertines. Jag var nära på att skriva "the Libs", och så långt får det inte gå. Man blir inte 'du' med ett band. Särskilt inte ett så FANTASTISKT OCH UNDERBART BAND SOM MAN BARA VILL GIFTA SIG MED OCH LEVA HAPPILY EVER AFTER TILLSAMMANS!
Som sagt. Det börjar gå överstyr. Dags att ta sig samman. Men jag tycker ju om att obsessa över saker. Jag tycker särskilt mycket om att obsessa alldeles för mycket över saker. I've got a thing for it you know. Can't help it.
Ah! Hittade just. Mer olyssnade låtar! Jag håller nästan på att kräkas av sinnesrörelse, bara för att understryka att det gått överstyr.
love is on the dole
Imorgon ska vi köpa vattenpipa WOHOW! Yahayaaaah!
Jag är beroende av the Libertines demoalbum Legs 11. Mmh.
Vet att ni inte gillare men ni kan ta er och put a banana in your ear. You'll never be happy if you live your life in fear so go put a banana in your ear.
Every sweet little lie ever whispered to you now rings true
No need to wake the sleeping dogs when they'll just turn on you
I'll make my way instead to the foots of your ivory tower
But no love do I find there amongst the leaves and the dying flowers
What became of the lover in you
Beat the swine black and blue
You and I, me and you
What became of the lover in you
What became of the lover in you
The Thames and the Mersey, the Thyne and the Wear and the Clyde
They spew slums like gravey on the banks of the poisonous tyde
They washed up the pale thin girl, alone in her ivory tower
Scratching her skin with the thorns that grow on the stems of the wild flower
What became of the lover in you
Beat the swine black and blue
You and I, me and you
What became of the lover in you
What became of the working class
Nike, Reebok, Adidas,
Scratchcards, pimples, ecstasy
Hooray fo the 21st Century
Living in a looking glass as the beauty of life goes by
You're going to be so old, you're going to be so old
Your skin so cold
Hooray for the 21st Century
Breck road lover - Libertines
Har ju lyssnat på den här låten alltför länge nu, dags att skärpa sig (inget annat.).
I, I know a girl
and she flies right off the handle
at the sound of scratching on the wall
Well it could go either way but I don't mind at all
Cuz I'll go, I'll go
and I'll go to Liverpool
Uh oh oh
Well I know I'll be loved there
She's no scrubber
She's my breck road lover
And we wash in dirty water
And walk the streets where
she gets her name
Oh my lady
My lady, clear your ears now
and open up your eyes
We're all out of synch now
and we no longer harmonise
And if lust
and despair
are two bullets, in the same gun
Well we've been playing russian roulette
for far to long
So I'll go, I'll go, I'll go
Well I'll go back to Liverpool
Oh uh oh
Well I know I'll be loved there
She's no scrubber
She's my breck road lover
And we wash in dirty water
and walk the streets where
she gets her name
As often as we lie
on the altar of the morning
well I call upp to the sky
light my way
and i promise i'll believe
I'll go, I'll go
I know I'll go to Liverpool
Well I know I'll be loved there
She's no scrubber
She's my breck road lover
And we wash in dirty waters
and walk the streets where
she gets her name
You see, I, I know a girl
And she flies right off the handle
always at the sound of scratches on the wall
It could go either way
but I don't mind at all
Cuz I’ll go, no I’ll go, I’ll go
Well I’ll go back to Liverpool
Oh uh oh
Yes I know I’ll be loved there
She’s no scrubber
She’s my Breck Road Lover
And we wash in dirty waters
and walk the streets where
she gets her name
We walk the streets where she gets her name
(Ya call that music? Call that fucking music?!)
Baby I'm Yours - Arctic Monkeys
Jag är medveten om att min musiksmak inte alltid matchar med er andra människor, men alltså, gillar folk inte den här låten så dör jag av sorg.
Du kan inte förneka att om någon, vemsomhelst, sjöng den här sången för dig skulle du kastade dig denna någons armar.
Det är ju inte riktigt Arctic Monkeystil, och det egentligen troligaste är att det är ironiskt, men det spelar ingen roll för det är ju så fint.
Finaste lovesong jag någonsin hört, jag blir helt euforisk.
GUD VAD FINT DET ÄR!
Baby I'm Yours (baby I'm yours)
And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky
Yours until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I die
Baby I'm yours (baby I'm yours)
And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shine
Yours until the poets run out of rhyme
In other words, until the end of time
I'm gonna stay right here, by your side
Do my best to keep you satisfied
Nothin' in the world could drive me away
Every day
You'll here me say
Baby I'm yours (baby 'm yours)
And I'll be yours until two and two is three
Yours, until the mountains crumbles to the sea
In other words, until eternity
Baby I'm Yours
'Til the stars fall from the sky
Baby I'm yours
'Til the rivers all run dry
Baby I'm yours
'Til the sun no longer shine
Baby I'm yours
'Til the poets un out of rhymes
Baby i'm yours
time for heroes
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?
We were shovelled up like muck
Set the night on fire
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
You know I cherish you my love
But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town
You caught round the houses with your trousers down
A headrush in the bush
You know I cherish you my love
Oh how i cherish you my love!
Tell me what can you want now you've got it all?
The whole scene is obscene
Time will strip it away
A year and a day
And Bill Bones,
Bill Bones knows what I mean
He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up
It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood
And it's all
it's all in my hands,
and its all up the walls
Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
It's these ignorant faces that bring this town down
And I sighed and sunken with pride,
I passed myself down on my knees
Yes I passed myself down on my knees!
Now tell me what can you want now you've got it all?
The scene is obscene
Time will strip it away
A year and a day
And Bill Bones,
Bill Bones knows what I mean
There are fewer more distressing sights than that
Of an Englishman in a baseball cap
And we'll die in the class we were born
But that's a class of our own my love,
a class of our own my love
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?
We were shovelled up like muck
Set the night on fire
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
You know I cherish you my love
Yeah I cherish you my love!
se på luffarn
SÅ JÄVLA GRYM :DD
Love it, mjao <3
Måste lyssna på den en gång till.
och en gång till.
Och. en. gång. till.
Men nästa år du Rasmus, då går vi allt en sväng igen, du och jag ;}}}}}}
Se på luffarn som går här på vägen,
se på luffarn Guds lille fyr.
Nog blir han trött ibland, och då tänker han
"Varför söker jag äventyr?
Varför måste jag vandra och vandra?
Det finns så många klokare bestyr.
Så varför ska jag gå, bara gå och gå,
jag kanske vandrar åt helsefyr."
Jag vill va fri som en fågel,
fri som en fågel.
Och då är det som nåt som ropar; Kom!,
i mitt galna luffareblod.
Jag vill va fri som en fågel,
fri som en fågel.
Och då är det som nåt som ropar; Kom!
Se på luffarn som går där på vägen,
se på luffarn Guds lille fyr.
Så snart som det blir vår går han ut och går
för att söka sig äventyr.
Han går så långt som vägarna räcker,
han har en oro och en längtan i sitt blod.
Och när som sola skin då far vanvett i'n,
det är det som ger honom hans mod.
Han vill va fri som en fågel,
fri som en fågel.
Och då är det som nåt som ropar; Kom!
i hans galna luffareblod.
Han vill va fri som en fågel,
fri som en fågel.
Och då är det som nåt som ropar; Kom!
i hans galna luffareblod.
Och en gång till duh!
There she goes
Jag har blivit för lat för att skriva riktiga inlägg 8( Schnyft. Ska skärpa mig snart, för min egen skull.
Jag vet att några kommer tycka att den här låten suger getter (några kommer väl inte ens lyssna/kolla på den), men jag tycker att det är grym. Jag tycker att snubben är grym, låten är fin och jag har aldrig fattat grejen med Kate Moss. Kate Moss=nenenenee! NE-E!
I do declare, I declare my surprise, surprise to see you stay,
only to be betrayed by the one you gave all your love and trust to
Ah, tell me how could I let go,
since I first caught a glimpse of your, your immense soul?
You were dancing to northern soul
Just one glance, and well you know...
There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake, she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame, dirty road to fame, my lord now,
Oh There she goes a little heartache
There she goes a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
You're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again, my lord now
I was to implore that you forget all you saw
When you came through my door and from your bag
You pulled out more skag than I'd ever seen
So, how could I let go?
Since I caught a glimpse of your white plimsolls
Twisting and turning to northern soul
Just once glance, ah well you know,
Everybody knows, now
There she goes a little heartache
Ah, there she goes a little pain
No mistakes, she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame, dirty road to fame, my lord now
There she goes a little heartache
There she goes a little pain
No mistake, she sheds her skin like a snake
You're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again, my love now
There she goes a little, there she, there she, there she goooooeeees
Oh You Pretty Things
Eh. Den första texten jag skrev var bara för ytlig och hade absolut ingenting med själva låten att göra, så jag tänkte börja om, men jag inser nu att jag kan inte skriva någonting om det här klippet utan att vara ytlig. Så jag låter bli att skriva något nytt om det nu. Jag är för uppslukad av hans utstrålning för att kunna tänka på någonting annat.
(Det här var min första spontana reaktion:
"För det första vill jag säga: OMFG VAD SNYGG HAN ÄR. JAG DÖR! ... herregud. Den där snubben. han måste ju kunna göra vilken man som helst gay. David Bowie 1972 bevisar på nåt sätt att det kan helt omöjligt finnas helt och hållet homosexuella kvinnor, eller helt och hållet heterosexuella män. Han måste ju vara ett undantag för alla människor på denna jord. Mwaaaahah. Ehrm. Nu ska jag försöka att inte vara ytlig. Nej okej, det går inte 8( Jävla Bowie. Och hans jävla leende. Förövrigt heter inte han heller det coola namnet han låtsas heta. Han heter David Robert Jones. Hur besviken blir man inte? Men det är okej. Om man 1972 var historiens vackraste människa så blir man förlåten för allt.")
Wake up, you sleepyhead. Put on some clothes, get out of your bed
Put another log on the fire for me, I've made some breakfast and coffee
I look out my window, and what do I see: a crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
and it looks as though they're here to stay
What are we coming to? No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come, where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe, by a puzzled man who questioned what we came here for
All the strangers came today
and it looks as though theyre here to stay
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your Mamas and papas insane?
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your Mamas and papas insane?
Let me say it again
You gotta make way for the homo superior
Look at your children, see their faces in golden rays
Don't kid yourself, they belong to you. Theyre the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch, we've finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today, and it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know youre driving your Mamas and papas insane?
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know youre driving your Mamas and papas insane?
Let me say it again
You gotta make way for the homo superior
A certain romance
Jag älskar den här låten! Jag älskar Arctic Monkeys!
Jag älskar det fantastiska uttalet, jag älskar att det är summat istället för something, jag älskar att de är så dorky och så grymma, jag älskar trummisens härliga min, jag älskar att Alex blundar, jag älskar att han HAR FEBER I ÖGONEN som en viss man skulle säga, jag älskar att "dickhead" är censurerat, jag älskar hans arm som bah schwoom schwoom, jag älskar att Alex säger "last chance, ladies and gents", jag älskar att han överhuvudtaget aldrig verkar avsluta ord och meningar, jag älskar killen som headbangar fanatiskt på 4:40, jag älskar det så sjukt mycket, mest av allt älskar jag att Arctic Monkeys är ett av de få band jag älskar som faktiskt fortfarande existerar, och att nån gång kan jag också vara på just en sådan konsert och kravla runt på publikhavet som snubben på 2:46. Jag älskar det, hårt.
Fairytale of New York
Bara för att den finns med på vår fantastiska absolute christmasskiva, bara för att jag snart har druckit glögg två dagar i rad, bara för att låten är härlig och bara för att the Pouges är så otroligt... otroliga.
Även bara för att sångaren i Pogues faktiskt är Shane MacGowan, mannen som jag, i inlägget "oh baby!", utnämnt till den kanske fulaste och fullaste mannen i världen. Jag måste nu tillägga att även han är vacker på sitt sätt. <3
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song; The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby!
I can see a better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
you promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing they howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
for Christmas day !
You're a bum, you're a punk!
You're an old slut on junk
lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot!
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
for Christmas day!
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe! I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
for Christmas day!
