Youssou N'Dour er fæddur 01.október 1959 og kemur frá Senegal og er líklega einn frægasti tónlistarmaður Afríku. Hann hefur m.a. starfað með tónlistarmönnum á borð við Peter Gabriel, Sting, Bruce Springsteen, Paul Simon o.fl. Þessi drengur(maður) er með ótrúlega rödd. Neneh Cherry er hins vegar sænsk, syngur vel er mér óhætt að segja. Lagið stendur vel fyrir sínu kom út á breiðskífu Youssou N'Dour "The Guide(Wommat)" og síðar á breiðskífu Neneh Cherry "Man". Lag þetta á því sannarlega skilið að verða tilnefnt.
Don't see me from a distance Don't look at my smile And think that I don't know What's under and behind me I don't want you to look at me and think What's in you is in me What's in me is to help them I assume the reasons that push us to change everything I would like us to forget about their color So they can try to be optimistic Too many views on rave that make them desparate Let's leave the door wide open So they can talk about their pain and joy Then we can give them information That will bring us all together Chorus: It's not a second 7 seconds away Just as long as I stay I'll be waiting Nothing can move us, we should be moving from the ones who practice wicked charms For the son and the stone Bad to the bone Man is not evil, even when it's born And when a child is born into this world It has no concept The tone the skin is living in (chorus) There's a million voices There's a million voices To tell you what she should be thinking so you better sober up for a second
All men have secrets and here is mine So let it be known For we have been through hell and high tide I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start to recoil Heavy words are so lightly thrown But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make ? So, what difference does it make ? It makes none But now you have gone And you must be looking very old tonight
The devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole and I lied, and why ? Because you asked me to ! But now you make me feel so ashamed Because I've only got two hands Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
So, what difference does it make ? Oh, what difference does it make ? Oh, it makes none But now you have gone And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole, and then I lied Just because you asked me to But now you know the truth about me You won't see me anymore Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
But no more apologies No more, no more apologies Oh, I'm too tired I'm so sick and tired And I'm feeling very sick and ill today But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
Nú er komið að Housemartins – Johannesburg . Líklega ekki eitt af þekktari lögum þeirra en er búið að vera lengi í miklu uppáhaldi hjá mér. Lagið kom fyrst út 1987 á „The People Who Grinned Themselves to Death“
Please don’t show your soul to me I think I’d see the light shine through And please don’t greet me on the street I’d like to see a world without you Please don’t change your uniform And start to mourn the thousands dead And please wear what you’ve always worn And don’t be drawn by what I’ve said
’cause I’ve found there’s nothing more That I could say to you Nothing I could do to change your mind Change your ways and your tune
So please don’t feel you have to sway Or move away from how you feel And please say what you mean to say And always stay with a heart of steel
Cover version http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOy4nsvA810
Mér er þetta lag afar minnisstætt vegna dvalar minnar á Benidorm sumarið 1991 en lagið var spilað mikið í sumarhitanum. Þetta lag kom út á smáskífu í maí sama ár og endaði í 6.sæti breska smáskífulistans. Þess má geta að Kate Pierson í B-52s lánaði söngpípu sína sína í þessu lagi og gerir það snilldarlega.
Shiny happy people laughing Meet me in the crowd People people Throw your love around Love me love me Take it into town Happy happy Put it in the ground Where the flowers grow Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing
Everyone around love them, love them Put it in your hands Take it take it There's no time to cry Happy happy Put it in your heart Where tomorrow shines Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing
Hér eru nótur ef Gaui vill taka þetta á næstu tónleikum:
As far as Smiths songs go, this is somewhat easy. chords are picked through, bass tab on the bottom capo up two frets (so when you see an E, it's like playing a D)
A E It's time the tale were told of how you took a child g------------------------------------------------------------ d------------------------------------0-----2----------2-2--2- a------0----0---0---------0---0---4-------------------------- e-1---------------------------------------------------------- F#m D A and you made him old it's g----------------------------------------------------------------- d-2--2-2-0---------------------0--0-0----------------------------- a----------4----------4---------------4---0---0-0--0--0---0-0----- e------------2--2--2-------2------------2-----------------------0- E time the tale were told of how you took a child g-------------------------------------------------------- d-------------------------------0------2----------2-2--2- a-0----0---0---------0---0--4---------------------------- e-------------------------------------------------------- F#m A and you made him old you make him old g----------------------------------------------------------------- d-2-------2-2-0-4---------------0------`-0------------------------ a--------------------------4--------------------4----0---0-0---0-- e------------------2--2--2---2---------------------2-------------- A G#m Gmaj7 F#m Bm Reel around the fountain slap me on the patio g-------------------------------------------------------------------- d-------------------------------------------------------------------- a-0----0-----------------------------------------2----------2-------- e----2----4---3---------------3--3--3--2--2-2--2----------------2---2 Gmaj7 F#m E I'll take it now oh g------------------------------------------------------------ d------------------------------------------------------------ a-2--2-2--0-0--------------------------4--------------------- e--------------3--3---3-3--3--3--3-3-----2--2-2--2--2--0--0-- A E F#m A Fifteen minutes with you Well I wouldnt say g------------------------------------------------------ d---------0----------------2--------------------------- a-0--4------------4--------------------0-0-4-------4--- e-----------------------------2--2-3------------------- E D A E no oh people said that you were virtually dead and g------------------------------------------------------------ d-2----0----------------------------------------------------- a--------4-2-0-----0-0-2--2----0----------------------------- e-----------------------------------0---4-------------4-4---- D E A they were so wrong Fifteen minutes with you g------------------------------------------------------------ d-----------0-------0-------0--0-2-2------------------------- a-0-------------------0---0----------0-----4-0-----------4--- e-----------------------2------------------------------------ E F#m A E D A Oh I wouldnt say no oh people said that you g------------------------------------------------------------- d-2--------------------------2------0------------------------- a------------0---0----4----4----------4-2-0----0-0--2-2----0-- e-----2--2-4-------------------------------------------------- E D Bm7 were easily led and they were half right oh they g------------------------------------------------------------- d---------------------------0--------------0-------0-0-------- a----------------------0---------------------0---0----0-0--2-- e------0-4------4-4----------------------------2-------------- D Bm7 oh they were half right oh g----------------------------------------------------------------- d----------------------------0-0----0--------0--0----------------- a-2---0----2-------2---0--------------0---0-------0---0-2-2---0--- e---2---2------------2----2-------------2-----------2-------2---2- D Bm7 D g-------------------------------------------------------- d------------0--0-------0--0---------------------------0- a-2--2---0--------0---0------0---0-2--2---0----2---0----- e------2---2--------2----------2--------2---2----2---2--- E It's..(next verse) g---------------------- d--0-------2--2-2--2--- a----0---0-----------4- e------2---------------
There ya go! A quick rap up pf the chords (remember, capo up two frets. All numbers are counted from the second fret (i.e., second fret = 0). A E F#m D G#m Gmaj7 Bm Bm7 e-3-4-0---0-4---0-----0--0-- b-0-5-0---1-4---1-----1--1-- g-0-4-0---0-4---2-----2--0-- d-0-0-2---2-6---3-----2--2-- a-2-0-----3----------------- e-3-------------------------
Megas – Tvær stjörnur Þetta lag kom út 2002 á Englaryk í tímaglasi.
Allnokkrir hafa spreytt sig á þessu lagi.. með misgóðum árangri Youtube 1 Youtube 2
Tíminn flýgur áfram og hann teymir mig á eftir sér og ekki fæ ég miklu ráðið um það hvert hann fer. En ég vona bara að hann hugsi svolítið hlýlega til mín og leiði mig á endanum aftur til þín.
Ég gaf þér forðum keðju úr gulli um hálsinn þinn, svo gleymdir þú mér ekki í dagsins amstri nokkurt sinn. Í augunum þínum svörtu horfði ég á sjálfan mig um hríð og ég vonaði að ég fengi bara að vera þar alla tíð.
Það er margt sem angrar en ekki er það þó biðin Því ég sé það fyrst á rykinu, hve langur tími er liðinn. Og ég skrifa þar eitthvað með fingrinum sem skiptir öllu máli. Því að nóttin mín er dimm og ein og dagurinn á báli.
Já, og andlitið þitt málað, hve ég man það alltaf skýrt, augnlínur og bleikar varir, brosið svo hýrt. Jú ég veit vel, að ókeypis er allt það sem er best. En svo þarf ég að greiða dýru verði það sem er verst.
Ég sakna þín í birtingu að hafa þig ekki við hlið mér og ég sakna þín á daginn þegar sólin brosir við mér. Og ég sakna þín á kvöldin þegar dimman dettur á. En ég sakna þín mest á nóttinni er svipirnir fara á stjá.
Svo lít ég upp og sé við erum saman þarna tvær stjörnur á blárri festingunni sem færast nær og nær. Ég man þig þegar augun mín eru opin, hverja stund. En þegar ég nú legg þau aftur, fer ég á þinn fund.
Stórkostleg lag í léttari kantinum, náði m.a. 2. sæti breska smáskífulistans. Kom út á breiðskífunni Lola Versus Powerman and the Moneygoround, Part One
I met her in a club down in old Soho Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [LP version: Coca-Cola] C-O-L-A cola She walked up to me and she asked me to dance I asked her her name and in a DARK BROWN voice she said Lola L-O-L-A Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Well I'm not the world's most physical guy But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Well we drank champagne and danced all night Under electric candlelight She picked me up and sat me on her knee And said little boy won't you come home with me Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
I pushed her away I walked to the door I fell to the floor I got down on my knees Well I looked at her and she at me
Well that's the way that I want it to stay And I'll always want it to be that way for my Lola Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola Girls will be boys and boys will be girls It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Well I'd left home just a week before And I'd never ever kissed a woman before But Lola smiled and took me by the hand And said little boy I'm gonna make you a man
Well I'm not the world's most masculine man But I know what I am and IN BED I'm a man And so is Lola Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
park the car at the side of the road you should know, time's tide will smother you and I will too when you laugh about people who feel so very lonely their only desire is to die well, I'm afraid it doesn't make me smile I wish I could laugh
but that joke isn't funny anymore it's too close to home and it's too near the bone it's too close to home and it's too near the bone more than you'll ever know
why must you kick them when they fall down?
It was dark as I drove the point home and on cold leather seats well, it suddenly struck me I just might die with a smile on my face after all
I've seen this happen in other peoples' lives and now it's happening in mine...
Nú er komið að jólalagi. Fairytale of New York með Pouges. Langbesta jólalag sem samið hefur verið. Þetta kom út 1987 á“ If I Should Fall from Grace with God“ Þetta lag var lengi ofarlega á breskum og írskum vinsældalistum.
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 But 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 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
Nú vil ég tilnefna lag með snillingunum úr The Band of Holy Joy – Bride Snilldarlag sem ég hef hlustað mikið á í gengum tíðina...reyndar munu síðar koma fleiri lög með þessum snillingum. Þetta lag kom út 1989 á meistaraverkinu - Manic, Magic, Majestic
BRIDE If I sold my belongings Bought you some flowers Would you still keep me waiting Hour upon hour Of course there are things that I've said When I should not have spoken Such careless words Hearts have been broken Could we make a new start? We can't live together But can we live apart God! The way you walk in and out of my life With these tales to tell Thoughts as deep and as pure As your chalice well My feet on the ground to your head in the stars You say i need to look up like you need to get out But woah, i have my doubts And Su, I'm not so sure But if dreams would see us through Postcards, letters, phonecalls too I'm trying to be as celestial as you You give me something only what I don't know I just know the boat leaves And with that my heart grieves And when I sold our bed I lost my head I've sold our belongings And bought you some flowers Some Bessejeneever Let's sit on the floor and get bombed One last time And in a station's cafe We purged our pasts
Þegar þessi hljómsveit steig fram var því spáð að þetta væri hin nýja "The Smiths". Ekki gekk það nú alveg eftir en áttu þó ágæta spretti í upphafi síns ferils. Lagið er tekið af fyrstu plötu sveitarinnar Reading, Writing and Arithmetic. Kallast þetta ekki gáfumannapopp?
people I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied I can see how people look down, they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see how people look down I'm on the outside here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore oh I never should have said, the books that you read were all I loved you for it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes me wonder why and it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red surprise, surprise, surprise
crazy I know, places I go make me feel so tired I can see how people look down I'm on the outside oh here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore and who ever would've thought the books that you brought were all I loved you for oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed I know where I belong but the only thing I ever really wanted to say was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
it's that little souvenir of a colourful year which makes me smile inside so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends
Belligerent ghouls Run Manchester schools Spineless swines Cemented minds
Sir leads the troops Jealous of youth Same old suit since 1962
He does the military two-step Down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home I don't wanna stay Give up education As a bad mistake
Mid-week on the playing fields Sir thwacks you on the knees
Knees you in the groin Elbow in the face Bruises bigger than dinner plates
I wanna go home I don't wanna stay
Da-da-da ...
Belligerent ghouls Run Manchester schools Spineless bastards all ...
Sir leads the troops Jealous of youth Same old jokes since 1902
He does the military two-step Down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home I don't want to stay Give up life As a bad mistake
Please excuse me from gym I've got this terrible cold coming on He grabs and devours He kicks me in the showers Kicks me in the showers And he grabs and devours
Ótrúlegt lag sem gefið var út í október 1963 og endaði í 1.sæti breska smáslífulistans. En fyrst og fremst frábært lag. Virt og sigursælt ensk knattspyrnufélag tengist þessu lagi. Tel rétt að fara ekki nánar út í það.
When you walk Through a storm Hold your head, up high And don't be afraid, of the dark 'Coz at the end of the storm Is a golden sky And the sweet silver song Of the lark
Walk on, through the wind Walk on, through the rain Though your dreams be tossed And blown
Walk on, walk on With hope, in your heart And you'll never walk alone You'll never walk alone
Alone
Walk on, walk on With hope in your hearts You'll never walk, alone
Nú er komið að The Smiths tilnefningu frá mér. Ég vil sjá þetta lag á listanum góða: Eitt orð yfir þetta...snilld !! Kom út 1987 á Strangeways, Here We Come The Smiths – Paint a vulgar picture
Fleiri tóndæmi: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRVTWgOMSIM&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBMEwqEz2jQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT9hGAlt89o
At the record company meeting On their hands - a dead star And oh, the plans they weave And oh, the sickening greed
At the record company party On their hands - a dead star The sycophantic slags all say : "I knew him first, and I knew him well"
Re-issue ! Re-package ! Re-package ! Re-evaluate the songs Double-pack with a photograph Extra Track (and a tacky badge)
A-list, playlist "Please them , please them !" "Please them !" (sadly, THIS was your life)
But you could have said no If you'd wanted to You could have said no If you'd wanted to
BPI, MTV, BBC "Please them ! Please them !" (sadly this was your life)
But you could have said no If you'd wanted to You could have walked away ...Couldn't you ?
I touched you at the soundcheck You had no real way of knowing In my heart I begged "Take me with you ... I don't care where you're going..."
But to you I was faceless I was fawning, I was boring Just a child from those ugly new houses Who could never begin to know
Who could never really know Oh ...
Best of ! Most of ! Satiate the need Slip them into different sleeves ! Buy both, and feel deceived
Climber - new entry, re-entry World tour ! ("media whore") "Please the Press in Belgium !" (THIS was your life...)
And when it fails to recoup ? Well, maybe : You just haven't earned it yet, baby
I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck You're just the same as I am What makes most people feel happy Leads us headlong into harm
So, in my bedroom in those 'ugly new houses' I danced my legs down to the knees But me and my 'true love' Will never meet again ...
At the record company meeting On their hands - at last ! - a dead star ! But they can never taint you in my eyes No, they can never touch you now
No, they cannot hurt you, my darling They cannot touch you now But me and my 'true love' Will never meet again
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my old lady You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man I'm going down to shoot my old lady You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man And that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down, shot her down, now I said I've heard you shot your old lady down, You shot her down to the ground
Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town And I gave her the gun I SHOT HER!
Hey Joe, alright Shoot her one more time, baby
Hey Joe, said now Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to? Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now? Where you, where you gonna go? Well, dig it
I'm goin' way down south, Way down to Mexico way Alright! I'm goin' way down south, Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me
Ain't no hangman gonna, He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey Joe, you better run on down Good by everybody Hey Joe, uhh Run on down
Þetta lag er að finna á hinni stórkostlegu plötu Occean rain sem kom út 1984. Smáskífan kom út sama ár og endaði í 9.sæti breska smáskífulistans. Það er eitthvað sérstakt við Echo and the bunnyman sem maður heyrir ekki hjá öðrum flytjendum.
Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms Too late to beg you or cancel it Though I know it must be the killing time Unwillingly mine
Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him
In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels The killing moon Will come too soon
Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him
Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms Too late to beg you or cancel it Though I know it must be the killing time Unwillingly mine
Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him
Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him
Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him
Bowie hefur nú gefið út ógrynni frábærra laga. Þetta lag er tvímælalaust eitt af hans betri lögum, kemur manni alltaf í gott skap. Smáskífan var útgefinn 9.júlí 1976þótt lagið hafi fyrst komið út á breiðskífunni “The Rise and fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from mars” í júní 1972. Það er nokkuð öruggt að fleiri lög meistarans muni rata hér inn.
Songwriters: Jones, David (hey man) oh leave me alone you know (hey man) oh henry get off the phone i gotta (hey man) i gotta straighten my face this mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place
(hey man) my schooldays insane (hey man) my works down the drain (hey man) well shes a total blam blam she said she had to squeeze it but she and then she
oh dont lean on me man cause you cant afford the ticket im back from suffragette city oh dont lean on me man cause you aint got time to check it you know my suffragette city is outta sight shes all right
(hey man) ah henry dont be unkind go away (hey man) i cant take you this time no way (hey man) droogie dont crash here theres only room for one and here she comes here she comes
oh dont lean on me man cause you cant afford the ticket im back on suffragette city oh dont lean on me man cause you aint got time to check it you know my suffragette city is outta sight shes all right
oh hit me
oh dont lean on me man cause you cant afford the ticket im back from suffragette city oh dont lean on me man cause you aint got time to check it you know my suffragette city
dont lean on me man cause you cant afford the ticket im back from suffragette city oh dont lean on me man cause you aint got time to check it you know my suffragette city is outta sight shes all right
a suffragette city a suffragette city im back on suffragette city im back on suffragette city ooo suffraggete city ooo suffragette city oooh how suffragette city oooh how suffragette
ohhh wham bam thank you maam a suffragette city a suffragette city quite all right a suffragette city too fine a suffragette city ooh a suffragette city oh my suffragette city oh my suffragette city oh suffragette suffragette
Nú vil ég tilnefna frábært lag með þeirri mögnuðu hljómsveit Clash. Æðislegt lag !! Þetta er bara fyrsta Clash lagið sem verður tilnefnt...það er á hreinu. The Clash – Spanish Bombs Spanish Bombs kom út 1979 á London Calling og flokkast víst sem pönk-rokk.
Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight
CHORUS Spanish bomb yo te quiero infinito yo te quiero oh mi corazon Spanish bombs yo te quiero infinito yo te quiero oh mi corazon
Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud
CHORUS
The hillsides ring with "Free the people" Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon
Skömmu áður en Avindurinn sofnar uppi á Ghæðunum eins og morgun Adöggin sprettur svitinn Gfram. Andartaki áður en Anýr dagur kemur með póstGinum ákveður sólAin að hylja sinn Gharm.
Og ég veit að ég þarf að leika sama Dleikinn, veruleikinn er eins og gömul Dmynd. Ég sest niður með kaffi, set Bowie á Dfóninn. Þitt uppáhalds Dlag var "Wild is the wind".
Öll þessi ár sem gáfu okkur það sem aðrir óskuðu sér. Elskendur í stormi sem aldrei sáu að ástin var aðeins Gblindsker.
Ég geng sömu götununa, hitti sama fólkið, geri sömu hlutina og ég gerði með þér. Þó dagurinn sé sá sami er það ekki sama nóttin, því nóttin var okkar tími til að byrja með.
Og ég veit að ég þarf að leika sama leikinn, veruleikinn er eins og gömul mynd. Ég sest niður með kaffi, set Bowie á fóninn. Þitt uppáhalds lag var "Wild is the wind".
Vertu mér samferða inní blómalandið amma - Megas[1972]
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Á sunnudögum þegar kristur tárum tefur tillögu frá Guði um þungaskatt
á gúmmívöru þá hefur María í myrkrinu mök við grímuklætt útfrymi með pípuhatt.
En guð býr í gasbindinu amma. Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
Á mánudögum þegar kristur kennir kærustunnarinnar og mér um allt sem miður fer og Jesaja spámaður spáir eins og galinn og spýtir um tönn og bölvar enn og mér.
En Guð býr í glötunnin amma. Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
Á Þriðjudögum þegar kristur kemur á K.F.U.M.- fund og gefur börnumum dóp og segir: „Komið til mín ef þið viljið meira.“ og þau mæla ekki orð en fylgja honum eftir í hóp.
En Guð býr í galeiðunni amma. Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
Á daginn (miðvikudögum) þegar Kristur klappar, þér á kúluvömbina og dæsir og segir: „Nú!“ og skipar þér höstuglega að koma með krossinn, Kalddal sé væntanlegur klukka þrjú.
En Guð býr í gúmmíinu amma. Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
Á miðvikudögum (síðkvöldum) þegar Kristur kaupir sér kúmenbrennivín á leyndum stað og drekkur uns hann dettur útaf blindur og deyr og rís upp þunnur og fer í bað.
En Guð býr í girðingunni amma. Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
Á fimmtudögum þegar Kristur keyrir í Kátiljáknum upp að húsinum sem þeir kenna við Grím og klifrar upp turninn á nóinu og talar tungum tveim, um ráðherrastóla og fiskilím.
En Guð býr í gjaldheimtunni amma. Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
Og í svartnættinu þegar Kristur kynnir sér í Kauphöllinni hvort gengið það verði fellt og menn segja: „Jú, jú.“ Og hann upp í Hjólbarðann hamstra dekk til að geta geymt og selt.
En Guð býr í gengishruni amma Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
Á föstudögum þegar kristur kinkar til þín kolli og tautar: „Það er fullkomnað“ og þú ert það fífl að fatta ekki djókinn, fyllir geyminn og ekur strax af stað.
En Guð býr í gaddavírnum amma. Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
En á laugardögum þegar Kristur klæmist vita konur á barnsfeðrum sínum pottþétt skil og Silli og Valdi, þeir segjast hafa legið sæla Maríu áður en Guð kom til.
En Guð býr í garðslöngunni amma. Æ! Geymdu handa mér meyjarblómið amma.
Primal Scream Loaded lyrics [Dialogue: The Wild Angels] Just what is it that you want to do? We wanna be free We wanna be free to do what we wanna do And we wanna get loaded And we wanna have a good time That's what we're gonna do No way baby let's go We're gonna have a good time We're gonna have a party I don't wanna lose your love (x4) Just what is it that you want to do? I'm gonna get deep down, deep down I said, (I'm gonna get deep down) deep down Woo hey! We wanna be free to do what we wanna do No way baby let's go! I don't wanna lose your love (x2) We wanna be free to do what we wanna do Ahhh yeah
Á ferli sínum gaf hljómsveitin The House of love út eina frábæra breiðskífu. Lagið Christine var útgefið á smáskífu 1988 og hlaut vinsældir fyrir. Hérer á ferðinni lag sem margir eru eflaust búnir að gleyma en stendur svo sannarlega fyrir sínu.
Christine - Still walking at me Still talking at me Christine - Such a sense of loss and the baby cried Christine Christine
And the whole world dragged us down The whole world turned aside
Christine - You're in deep, pristine - With a god-like glow Christine - Christine - Heart and the glory and me Chaos and the big sea
Christine - Still walking at me Still talking at me Christine Christine Christine
And the whole world dragged us down Not a sonnet not a sound And the whole world turned aside The cruelest hand just turned an eye
Nú vil ég koma ykkur á óvart – hér er þriðja tilnefning mín.....og haldið ykkur fast...spennið beltin og nagið neglurnar.....
New Order - Blue Monday
Þarf ekkert að ræða þetta lag mikið....tær snilld- minnir nú að þið hafið einhvern tímann dillað ykkur með þessu lagi. Var á mest seldu tólf tommu allra tíma í Bretlandi.
Kom út 1983 á tólf tommu – en síðan 1987 á safnplötunni Substance.
How does it feel To treat me like you do When you've laid laid your hands upon me And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how do I feel
Those who came before me Lived through their vocations From the past until completion They will turn away no more
And I still find it so hard To say what I need to say But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today
I see a ship in the harbor I can and shall obey But if it wasn't for your misfortunes I'd be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken And I thought I heard you speak Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how should I feel
Now I stand here waiting
I thought I told you to leave me While I walked down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold (grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)
Þetta er eitt af þeim lögum sem fær mann til þess að detta í rétta gírinn. Sjón í hlutverki Johnny Triumph fer á kostum. Ógleymanlegur á Roskilde Festival um árið.
Björk Luftgítar! Go go!
Johnny Triumph Ég dansa ekki Stelpur dansa Ég dansa ekki Ég stíg inn í skuggan
Ég dansa ekki Ég fer undir sviðið Ég dansa ekki Ég geri Luftgítar
Ósýnilegur - Hann er minn, minn, minn Ósýnilegur - Ég set hendi á mjöðm Ósýnilegur - Ég set hina ut Ósýnilegur - Hann er Luftgítar
Björk Luftgítar! Go go!
Johnny Triumph Ég toga hann og teygi Hann hendist ut og suður Ég beygla hann og beygi Hann þeytist fram og aftur Ég sveifla og sveigi Hann fer upp og niður
Björk Luftgítar! Go go!
Johnny Triumph Ég er Luftgítar - Þrýstu honum að þér Ég er Luftgítar - Strjúktu hann allan Ég er Luftgítar - Komiði strákar Ég er Luftgítar - Allir í hring
Næsta lag sem ég tilnefni....fær nú sæti hér frekar fyrir skemmtanagildi heldur en gæði
This here a song, is about John W Smoke Junior It's about bein' in love and lovin' the love that's hatin' the love the love and the love and the hate that's lovin with all It's around the love that's hate that's the hate that's the love And the love is the love that is the hate that's hatin' the love, it's lovin' the hate It's about John W Smoke's mom, it's with his mom it's about his mom it's about his mom it's about lovin his mom and bein' without his mom and lovin' the hate that's hatin' the love and his mom and all the time they're there Hatin' the hate that's lovin' the hate it's love it's the love that's hate And it goes somethin' about like this John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke John Smoke, oh John E Smoke Whaoh John E Smoke, John E John E John E John John, John Smoke John E Smoke Here we go John, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy but stood ten foot tall with a knife Pretty soon the mole had appeared on John's left leg and rope like, it extended out 469 different miles and verily verily it was 69 different nuns speaking simultaneously to John in 69 different languages And then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that became a cyclone out of John's father's fore head And there is was like a twinkie with a halo storm in it and it revolved down into the sky and talked to John like he was a little puppy himself And John said that I am not the magma, I am not the crust and I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and washed on John And he said that I will be a cigarette butt before it's all done with And they said no, you are the flame itself and you shall burn pure in the South American sky where the blooddogs worship the stairway John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke oh John Smoke, ooo OW! John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke oh oh John E Smoke oh John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E Jooooooooooooooooo And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly the foil tip top of itself, and revealed to John that the QE 2 luxury liner extended out of John's left side And so it had preach you in Mars with a saran backwards and upwardly they did evolve
Lagið How soon is now? var upphaflega gefið út sem B hliðar smáskífulag. Aðallagið á smáskifunni var “William it was really nothing”. Þetta var í águst 1984. How soon is now kom svo á safnplötunni “Hatful of hallow" í nóvember 1984. Í febrúar 1985 var svo How soon is now? endurútgefið á smáskífu og þá sem aðallagið og endaði í 24 sæti breska smáskífulistans. Það þarf ekki að orðlengja þetta frekar, hér er á ferðinni hrein og bein klassík. Klárlega besta B smáskífulag allra tíma.
Textinn fylgir svo hér með. Að sjálfsögðu sá Morrissey um þá smíði.
I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way ? I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does
I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Oh, of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way ? I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does
There's a club, if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you So you go, and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home, and you cry And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now" Well, when exactly do you mean ? See I've already waited too long And all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way ? I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does
Prettiest Eyes – The Beautiful South[1994] Þetta lag kom fyrst út 1994 á Meistaraverkinu Miaow. Wikipedia
Textinn er snilld:
(HeatonRotheray) Line One is the time That you, you first stayed over at mine And we drank our first bottle of wine And we cried
Line Two we're away And we both, we both had nowhere to stay Well the bus-shelter's always OK When you're young
Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case That you die
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys Not through the age or the failure, children Not through the hate or despise Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Line Three I forget But I think, I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg Never mind
Line Four in a park And the things, the things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart Then we did
Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case You should die
Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys You can't have too many good times, children You can't have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Well my eyes look like a map of the town And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown But you'll never hear the crack of a frown When you are here You'll never hear the crack Of a frown
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Nú liggja úrslit fyrir í vali á bestu plötu allra tíma. Reyndar voru það 2 plötur sem lentu jafnar í 1.-2.sæti. Þá er bara að bretta upp ermar og snúa sér að öðru viðfangsefni.
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