Who needs remote control From the Civic Hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late
It's so grey in London town With a panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock Where can we go now?
Can't make a noise Can't get no gear Can't make no money Can't get outta here
Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk!
They had a meeting in Mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters And you don't count
Það var eitt sinn úti'í garði að unnustan mín og ég Við sátum í sól og blíðu og það var sumar við framnesveg Og hún var svo ung og yndisleg, ástin mín kær Ég elskaði hana svo ofboðslega að ég var gráti nær
Ég sagði: "Ég þarf að sækja mér sólaráburðinn minn" Og á leiðinni upp á loftið varð mér litið í spegilinn Ég fann augu Kains hvíla á mér köld og döpur og myrk Ég kallaði: "Ástin, komdu veitum hvort öðru frið og styrk
Ég sagði við hana: "Vina mín, viltu ekki koma með mér Eitthvað út að ganga þar sem enginn til okkar sér? Við skulum leita að leiðinni sem liggur á heimsenda Því heimsins ásýnd hún er ill og heimsins náttúra"
Við héldum af stað eftir Hringbraut það var hlýtt og glampandi sól Og allir búnir sínu besta skarti í borginni sem mig ól Liljuhvít var höndin hennar sem hélt ég svo þétt um Og út úr borginni flýttum við för og framhjá Árbænum
Rétt fyrir utan Reykjavík við Rauðhóla gerðum við töf Og hún renndi þar sjónum sínum, hún sá þar var nýtekin gröf Hún fleygði sér í fang mér ég fann hún skalf eins og strá "Ég óttast" Sagði hún: "Ástin mín, ég óttast það sem ég sá."
Hún fleygði sér flemtri slegin í fang mitt og sagði milt: "Ég hræðist svo að þú hafir í hyggju að gera mér illt" "Þú átt kollgátuna" hvað ég við "Nú er komin þín hinsta stund Í gröfina atarna sem gróf ég í nótt verður gott að fá sér blund"
"Stingdu mig ekki ástin mín, ég er of ung til að deyja strax" Og hún sagði: "Ó, ekki myrða mig" Á meðan ég leitaði lags Ég hélt henni fastri og hnífinn ég rak í hjartað beinustu leið Og meðan blóðið rann oní Rauðhóla ég raunamæddur og beið
Ég horfði á hjartað mitt deyja og hugsaði svo með mér: "Á ég ekki að gæta minnar eigin systur, er það ekki það sem mér ber?" "Þú varst heilladísin, hamingjan mín, happið sem féll mér í skaut" Og ég lagði hana í gröfina, gerði krossmark og gekk svo hryggur á braut
Kom upphaflega 1979 á Rust never sleeps. Tónleikaplatan Weld kom svo 1991 þar sem lagið var nú heldur betur orðið rokkaðra og er sú útgáfa tilnefnd hér. Þessi tónleikaplata er nú með þeim betri sem ég hef heyrt. Neil Young er rokkari af guðs náð.
Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture Than meets the eye. Hey hey, my my.
Out of the blue and into the black You pay for this, but they give you that And once you're gone, you can't come back When you're out of the blue and into the black.
The king is gone but he's not forgotten Is this the story of johnny rotten? It's better to burn out 'cause rust never sleeps The king is gone but he's not forgotten.
Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture Than meets the eye.
Lyin', cheatin', hurtin, that's all you seem to do. Messin' around with every guy in town, Puttin' me down for thinkin' of someone new. Always the same, playin' your game, Drive me insane, trouble is gonna come to you, One of these days and it won't be long, You'll look for me but baby, I'll be gone. This is all I gotta say to you woman:
*Your Time Is Gonna Come X4
Made up my mind to break you this time, Won't be so fine, it's my turn to cry. Do want you want, I won't take the brunt. It's fadin' away, can't feel you anymore. Don't care what you say 'cause I'm goin' away to stay, Gonna make you pay for that great big hole in my heart. People talkin' all around, Watch out woman, no longer Is the joke gonna be on my heart. You been bad to me woman, But it's coming back home to you.
* Chorus
Can't make no progress Can't get ahead Can't stop the regrees Don't wanna be dead
Look out' those rules and regulations
Who needs the Parliament Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the House of Lords
Repression - gonna start on Tuesday Repression - I am a Dalek Repression - I obey Repression - I think they're gonna make it
Tiredness fuels empty thoughts I find myself disposed Brightness fills empty space In search of inspiration Harder now with higher speed Washing in on top of me So I look to my eskimo friend I look to my eskimo friend I look to my eskimo friend When I'm down, down, down.
Rain it wets muddy roads I find myself exposed Tapping doors, but irritate In search of destination Harder now with higher speed Washing in on top of me So I look to my eskimo friend I look to my eskimo friend I look to my eskimo friend When I'm down, down, down.
Kosketa minua - Touch me Älä käsilläsi - Not with your hands Vaan niin että tunnen sinut - But so that I feel you
Halaa minua - Hug me Älä käsilläsi - Not with your hands Mutta sielussasi - But within your soul
Minä kaipaan eskimo-ystävääni - I miss my eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, down. When I'm down, down, down. When I'm down, down, down.
Norður írski tónlistarmaðurinn Van Morrison fær tilnefningu að þessu sinni. Lagið er Moondance af samnefndri breiðskífu sem kom út árið 1970. Óhætt er að segja að Morrison sé með merkilegri tónlistarmönnum samtímans. Ekki minnkaði áhugi minn á tónlist hans eftir að hafa séð hann á frábærum tónleikum í Höllinni hér um árið.
Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow And I'm trying to please to the calling Of your heart-strings that play soft and low You know the night's magic Seems to whisper and hush And all the soft moonlight Seems to shine in your blush...
Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love? Can I just make some more romance with a' you, my love?
Well I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait till the morning has come And I know now the time is just right And straight into my arms you will run And when you come my heart will be waiting To make sure that you're never alone There and then all my dreams will come true dear There and then I will make you my own And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside And I know how much you want me that, you can't hide...
Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love? Can I just make some more romance with a' you, my love?
Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow And I'm trying to please to the calling Of your heart-strings that play soft and low You know the night's magic Seems to whisper and hush And all the soft moonlight Seems to shine in your blush...
One more moondance with you In the moonlight On a magic night la, la, la, la, there's a moonlight On a magic night Can't I just have one more dance With you my love?
Þetta lag er um andlega upplifun sem Gabriel varð fyrir á toppi Eyjafjallajökuls 13. apríl 2010... nei ég meina Solsbury hæðar í Somersetskýri í Englandi. Kappinn samdi lagið eftir að hafa yfirgefið Genesis og á að vera hægt að finna í þessu ljóði skýringu þess að hann yfirgaf hljómsveitina og afleiðingarnar. Hvað sem því líður er þetta frábært lag og frábær texti frá frábærum gaur.
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close, I heard a voice Standing stretching every nerve Had to listen had no choice I did not believe the information (I) just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom "Son," he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."
To keep in silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut So I went from day to day Tho' my life was in a rut "Till I thought of what I'd say Which connection I should cut I was feeling part of the scenery I walked right out of the machinery My heart going boom boom boom "Hey" he said "Grab your things I've come to take you home." (Back home.)
When illusion spin her net I'm never where I want to be And liberty she pirouette When I think that I am free Watched by empty silhouettes Who close their eyes but still can see No one taught them etiquette I will show another me Today I don't need a replacement I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant My heart going boom boom boom "Hey" I said "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home."
I know the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I've travelled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way
Die Welt ist so kaputt Is alles Schutt Schutt Schutt auf dieser Erde - woh woh woh Und jetzt wird alles gut An deiner Seite gibts keine Pleite Und dann, ja dann und wann Kommt dann der Mann, der Mann deiner Träume Und dann hältst du dich ran Ein ganzes Leben
Und Geld ist mehr - money money - mehr wert als ich Als du, als ich Fressen allein genügt uns nicht Auch kein Geschwätz macht keinen satt In dieser sogenannten Stadt Der Druck muss weg - der Druck muss weg - sonst bleibt er da Ein ganzes Leben
Berlin, Berlin, tote Stadt - scheiss Stadt Mit Stacheldraht auf weissen Zäunen - woh woh woh Berlin ist alt und voll Gewalt Wo sind sie hin, ja wo sind sie hin, die schönen Träume? Und dann, ja dann und wann Zuckt auf ein Blitz aus heiterem Himmel Und schlägt ein in den ganzen Verein So kurz mal eben
Und Geld ist mehr - money - mehr wert als ich Als du, als ich Fressen allein genügt uns nicht Auch kein Blah-Blah macht keinen satt In dieser sogenannten Stadt Der Druck muss weg, sonst bleibt er da - woh woh woh woh Ein ganzes Leben
Easterhouse komu frá Manchester og voru óhræddir við að koma skoðunum sínum á framfæri, þ.e. þeir voru mjög pólitískir. Sína fyrstu plötu "Contenders" gáfu þeir út á vegum "Rough Trade" árið 1986. Lagið sem hér er valið "Whistling in the dark" náði 2. sæti óháða listans í Bretlandi. Því miður er ég ekki með textann.
Voila l'ete Here's summer Voila l'ete Here's summer Voila l'ete Here's summer Voila l'ete Here's summer Voila l'ete, j'apercois le soleil Here's summer, I perceive the sun Les nuages filent et le ciel The clouds spin and the sky s'eclarcit clears Et dans me tete qui bourdonnent? And what's buzzing in my head? Les abeilles ! The bees! J'entends rugir les plaisirs de la vie I hear roaring the pleasures of life C'est le retour des amours It's the return of loves Qui nous chauffent les oreilles that warm our ears Il fait si chaud The weather's so hot Qu'il nous poussent des envies It makes desires grow in us C'est le bonheur rafraichi d'un It's the refreshing happiness of a cocktail cocktail Les filles sont belles et les The girls are beautiful and the dieux sont ravis. gods are delighted Enfin l'ete Finally summer Enfin l'ete Finally summer Enfin l'ete Finally summer Enfin l'ete Finally summer Enfin l'ete. Finally summer Mais y'a deja plus d'argent But there's already more money Le tout Paris se transforme en phobie All of Paris is transformed in fear Le metro sue, tout devient purulent The Metro sweats, all becomes purulent Dans ses souliers, le passager abruti In his shoes the dazed passenger A dix doigts d'pied qui s'expriment Ten toes that express themselves violemment violently Y'a plus d'amis les voisins There are more friends, the neighbors sont partis are gone L'ete Paris c'est plutot relaxant In summer Paris is rather relaxing On reve de plage One dreams of the beach Et la Seine est jolie. And the Seine is pretty. Toujours l'ete Always summer C'est pas du superflu It's not the extravagant Il fait trop chaud, l'soleil It's too hot, the sun m'abasourdit stuns me Rillettes sous les bras Pate under the arms J'avance dans la rue I move down the street J'pense a ces cons qui s'font chier I think of these jerks who sweat their dans l'midi pants off at noon Tous ces torche-culs qui vont cuire All these drivel that are going to dans leurs jus cook in their juice Tous ces noyes, la mer quelle All these drowned, the sea what saloperie trash Et sur les routes le danger ca And on the road the danger it vous tue kills you Vivement l'automne, je me sens Suddenly autumn, I feel myself tout aigri. all bitter. Toujours l'ete Always summer Toujours l'ete Always summer Toujours l'ete Always summer Toujours l'ete Always summer Voila l'ete, j'apercois le soleil Here's summer, I perceive the sun Les nuages filent et le ciel The clouds spin and the sky s'eclarcit clears Et dans me tete qui bourdonnent? And in my head that buzzes? Les abeilles ! The bees! J'entends rugir les plaisirs de la vie I hear roaring the pleasures of life C'est le retour des amours It's the return of loves Qui nous chauffent les oreilles that warm our ears Il fait si chaud The weather's so hot Qu'il nous poussent des envies It makes desires grow in us C'est le bonheur rafraichi d'un It's the refreshing happiness of a cocktail cocktail Les filles sont belles et les The girls are beautiful and the dieux sont ravis. gods are delighted Voila l'ete Here's summer Enfin l'ete Finally summer Toujours l'ete Always summer Encore l'ete. Again summer.
Lagið var tekið upp í mars 1980 og útgefið 18.apríl 1980 eða fyrir nákvæmlega 30 árum. Ian Curtis söngvari hengdi sig svo nákvæmlega mánuði síðar 18.maí 1980 þegar hljómsveitin var u.þ.b. að leggja upp í sinn fyrsta Ameríkutúr. Eftir dauða Ian Curtis stofnuðu hinir eftirlifandi meðlimir Joy Division hljómsveitina New Order. Um lagið sjálft, það er algjörlega ódauðlegt og vitnisburður um stórmerka sveit sem hefur haft áhrif tónlistarlega löngu eftir sinn dag. Þess má geta að á legsteini Ian Curtis er letrað "Love will tear us apart".
When the routine bites hard and ambitions are low And the resentment rides high but emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways, taking different roads Then love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold Turned away on your side? Is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our lives Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep All my failings exposed Get a taste in my mouth As desperation takes hold Is it something so good Just can't function no more? When love, love will tear us apart again
Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev'rybody knows That Baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess hat Baby can't be blessed Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl.
It was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts But what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that
I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world. Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do You make love just like a woman, yes, you do Then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl.
I'm sick of working for a living I'm just ticking off the days till I die Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah... And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth
Oh periscope up I've been looking for a ladder I need to see the commander in chief And remind him what was passed onto me
Your mum don't sleep! And the friends you keep! I didn't raise a thief! I didn't raise a thief!
But the leaders of the free world Are just little boys throwing stones And it's easy to ignore Till they're knocking on the door of your homes
My thinking isn't driven But the music always gives me a lift I'm so easy to please, yeah But I think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn't happen, oh no!
Oh periscope up Should be looking for a ladder I need to see the commander in chief And remind him what was passed onto me
Your mum don't sleep! And the friends you keep! I didn't raise a thief! I didn't raise a thief!
But the leaders of the free world Are just little boys throwing stones And it's easy to ignore Till they're knocking on the door of your homes
But the leaders of the free world Are just little boys throwing stones And it's easy to ignore Till they're knocking on the door of your homes
Passing the gun from father to feckless son We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young Passing the gun from father to feckless son We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young
Hljómsveitin Ultravox var stofnuð 1973 en eftir að Midge Ure tók við sem leiðtogi sveitarinnar árið 1979 má segja að velgengnin hafi byrjað. Almennt má segja að Ultravox hafi verið í fararbroddi þeirra hljómsveita sem flokkuð voru við tónlistarstefnu sem kölluð var nýrómantík(New romantic). Vienna kom út 15.janúar 1981 en samnefnd breiðskífa kom út í júlí 1980. Vienna náði töluverðum vinsældum og var t.d. fast í 2.sæti breska vinsældarlsitans en John Lennon var þá í efsta sæti með lagið Woman og gaf ekki færi á efsta sætinu.
We walked in the cold air Freezing breath on the window pain Lying waiting A man in the dark in the picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching out and a piercing cry It stays with you until
The feeling is goneonly you and IT his means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna
The music is weaving Haunting notes pizzicato strings The rhythm is calling Alone in the night as the daylight brings a cold empty silence The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky It fades to the distance
The image is goneonly you and I This means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna
This means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna.
Gítargripin There is lambswool under my naked feet The wool is soft and warm - Gives off some kind of heat A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid The fleas cling to the golden fleece Hoping they'll find peace Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid There's no hiding in memory There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out"
There's only one direction in the faces that I see It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out"
Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out"
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack And the eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack And the tickler takes his stickleback The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out ... "
Outside another yellow moon punched a hole in the nighttime, yes I climb through the window and down the street shining like a new dime the downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls they try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they scatter like crows they have nothing that will ever capture your heart theyr'e just thorns without the rose be careful of them in the dark oh if I was the one you chose to be your only one oh baby can't you hear me now
Chorus
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train every night is just the same you leave me lonely now
I know your window and I know it's late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light at the four way you watch them as they fall they all have heart attacks they stay at the carnival but they'll never win you back
Chorus
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train where every night is just the same you leave me lonely will I see you tonight on a downtown train all of my dreams just fall like rain all upon a downtown train
Enter Sandman er upphafslag fimmtu breiðskífu Metallicu sem oftast er kölluð svarta platan eða "The black album". Þessa plötu keypti ég mér þarna um haustið 1991 þar sem þessi plata heillaði mig á einhvern hátt. Verð að viðurkenna að ég hef aldrei verið neitt sérstaklega hrifinn af þungarokki. Lagið Enter Sandman er hér valið og er bara firnasterkt.
Say your prayers little one Don`t forget my son To include everyone I tuck you in walk within Keep you free from sin 'til the sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light Enter night Take my hand We're off to never never-land
Something's wrong, shut the light Heavy thoughts tonight And they aren't of Snow White Dreams of war Dreams of liars Dreams of dragons fire And of things that will bite, yeah
Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light Enter night take my hand We're off to never never-land
(whisper) Now I lay me down to sleep (x2) Pray the lord my soul to keep (x2) If I die before I wake (x2) Pray the lord my soul to take (x2)
Hush little baby don't say a word And never mind that noise you heard It's just the beasts under your bed In your closet and in your head
Exit light Enter night Grain of sand
Exit light Enter Night Take my hand! We're off to never never-land
Yeah, ha ha ha
Boom
Yeah, yeah oh, whoa
We're off to never never-land
Take my hand We're off to never never-land Take my hand We're off to never never-land
And every time you crave for me, I'm here And anything you hunger, I'll share And I will be quietly standing by While slowly I am dying inside
Hold me in your arms And let me be the one Who can feel like I am a child In love...
Everytime I talk to you, you're down ("not happy") And every time you need a laugh, I'm around And when you forget I'm here, I knock It isn't really mean that you forgot
Hold me in your arms And let me be the one Who can feel like I am a child In love...
Whisper now And tell me how You watch me and tell me Somehow I'm gonna be alright
It was a boring day in that big whitehouse White wearing nurses looking after us Amen they said and amen I prayed Then one day I met this strange looking man He rang their bell and smelled like hell Oh boy,good heaven Is he a man, called frankenstein He said:i´ve heard that you wanna play Yes you´re right but they want me to stay Don´t worry son, I got a golden way They´ll be happy to hear you play Oh boy,good heaven Is he a man, called frankenstein Goodbye mad house No more pills to eat I wonder how long he´ll try It was a boring day in that big whitehouse White wearing nurses looking after us Amen they said and amen I sayed
Frábært lag hér "Ívar Bongó" með hljómsveitinni Risaeðlunni sem kom út á "12" árið 1988, útgefandi Smekkleysa s.m. hf. Á þessari plötu voru auk þess 2 önnur fantagóð lög "Stríðið er byrjað og búið" og "Kebab" Hljómsveitin var skipuð þeim Ívari,Möggu Stínu, Tótu, Dóru Wonder og Sigga. Textann hef ég því miður ekki hér með að þessu sinni en athugul eyru ættu ekki að vera í vandræðum að meðtaka hann.
Af því það er Bowie þema í gangi þá er lagið hér í útgáfu Gilmore, Wright heitins og Bowie en eins og allir vita eru órjúfanleg tengsl milli Bowie og Pink Floyd og kallinn söng flest þeirra lög í upphafi ferils.
Nú er komið að meistaraverki frá Leonard Cohen – Suzanne. Lagið kom fyrst út árið 1966 á plötu Judy Collins – In my life en úgáfan sem ég valdi kom út árið 1967 á plötunni Songs of Leonard Cohen
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
Að þessu sinni tilnefni ég lagið Waterfront með Jim Kerr og félögum í skosku hljómsveitinni Simple Minds. Lagið er tekið af plötunni "Sparkle in the rain" sem kom út sama ár 1984. Fór á tónleika með þeim í London fyrir fáeinum árum þar sem þeir tóku m.a. þetta frábæra lag. Hef alltaf haft gaman af þeim.
Live London Astoria 14.02.2006. Gæðin í daprara lagi. Tek það fram að ég kom hvergi nærri þessari upptöku þótt ég hafi vissulega verið á staðnum.
Get in get out of the rain I'm gonna move on up to the waterfront Step in step out of the rain I'm gonna walk on up to the waterfront Said one million years from today I'm gonna step on up to the waterfront Get in get out of the rain Come in come out of the rain So far, so cool, so close, yet still so far So far, so cool, so close, yet still so So far [3X] The rainI'm gonna move on up to the waterfront Step in step out of the rain I'm gonna walk on up to the waterfront Said one million years from today Step on up to the waterfront Said come in come out of the rain [3X] I'm gonna move on up to the front I'm gonna walk on up to the front I'm gonna live on up by the front I'm gonna walk on up to the front Come in come out of the rain Come in come out of the rain Said come in come out of the rain Come in come out of the rain Move on upSo step on up Walk on upLive on upFile away [3X] So, walk away So farI walk away So, so, walk away Up to the waterfront Up to the waterfrontSo farSo far
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They're gonna love you. Well I've always had a deep respect, And I mean that most sincerely. The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think. Oh by the way, which one's Pink? And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, We call it Riding the Gravy Train. We're just knocked out. We heard about the sell out. You gotta get an album out. You owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count. Everybody else is just green, Have you seen the chart? It's a helluva start, It could be made into a monster If we all pull together as a team. And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
Það getur verið kostur að sjá ekki rassgat. Þennan kost hefur hinn ágæti Stevie Wonder til brunns að bera. Sem betur fer hefur hann einnig tónlistarhæfileika sem nýtast honum vel í laginu Superstition sem kom út á breiðskífunni "Talking book" 1972. Væntanlega getum við skilgreint lagið sem soul án þess að hika.
Very superstitious, Writing's on the wall, Very superstitious, Ladders bout' to fall, Thirteen month old baby, Broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, The good things in your past
[Chorus] When you believe in things That you don't understand, Then you suffer, Superstition aint the way
Hey
[Verse 2] Very superstitious, Wash your face and hands, Rid me of the problem, Do all that you can, Keep me in a daydream, Keep me goin' strong, You don't wanna save me, Sad is the soul
[Chorus] When you believe in things That you don't understand, Then you suffer, Superstition ain't the way, Yeh, yeh
Very superstitious, Nothin' more to say, Very superstitious, The devil's on his way, Thirteen month old baby, Broke the lookin' glass, Seven years of bad luck, Good things in your past
When you believe in things That you don't understand, Then you suffer, Superstition ain't the way, No, no, no
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no
Well, I've never prayed, But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, but I'm here in my mold , I am here with my mold And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no
(Well have you ever been down?) (I can't change, I can't change...) (Ooooohhhhh...)
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence) (It justs sex and violence melody and silence) (I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down) (It justs sex and violence melody and silence) (I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down) (Been down) (Ever been down) (Ever been down)(Lalalalalalaaaaaaaa...) (Ever been down) (Ever been down) (Have you ever been down?) (Have you ever been down?) (Have you ever been down?)
