Crocodile Cryer - Martin Stephensen & the Daintees[1986]
Martin Stephenson gaf út þessa plötu Boat to Bolivia 1986 og var trúlega ein af bestu útgefnu plötum það árið að mínu mati. Crocodile Cryer er eitt af mörgum góðum lögum plötunnar sem er melódísk og frekar þægileg áheyrnar. Platan var svo endurútgefinn árið 2007 með 12 aukalögum.
Nú langar mig að heiðra minningu góðs vinar Sævars Bergs – og tilnefna frábært lag sem hann hafði mikið dálæti á Chariots of Fire með Vangelis. Lagið kom út 1981 og var titillag samnefndra kvikmyndar.
New York rokkarinn með góðan slagara frá 1989 af hinni frábæru plötu sem hét og heitir New York og kom út í upphafi árs 1989. Dirty Blvd náði talsverðum vinsældum, ekki furða þar sem um afar sterkt lag er um að ræða. Lou Reed hélt svo afar eftirminnilega tónleika í Laugardalshöllinni fyrir nokkrum árum og telst þá væntanlega til Íslandsvina.
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel he looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg
He's got 9 brothers and sisters they're brought up on their knees it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard
He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevard he's going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, to the dirty boulevard
This room cost 2,000 dollars a month you can believe it man it's true somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard
Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em that's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, on the dirty boulevard going out
Outside it's a bright night there's an opera at Lincoln Center movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan but the lights are out on the Mean Streets
A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel he's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th street the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming he's found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling "At the count of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"
And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly-fly away (Fly a-) fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...) Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away) fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away)
Enn og aftur The Beautiful South tilnefning...núna lagið Little Time af Choke- meistaraverki sem kom út árið 1990. Textinn í laginu er snilld...fjallar um hluti sem mjög margir hafa reynt..
I need a little time To think it over I need a little space Just on my own I need a little time To find my freedom I need a little...
Funny how quick the milk turns sour Isn't it, isn't it Your face has been looking like that for hours Hasn't it, hasn't it Promises, promises turn to dust Wedding bells just turn to rust Trust into mistrust
I need a little room To find myself I need a little space To work it out I need a little room All alone I need a little...
You need a little room for your big head Don't you, don't you You need a little space for a thousand beds Won't you, won't you Lips that promise - fear the worst Tongue so sharp - the bubble burst Just into unjust
I've had a little time To find the truth Now I've had a little room To check what's wrong I've had a little time And I still love you I've had a little...
You had a little time And you had a little fun Didn't you, didn't you While you had yours Do you think I had none Do you, do you The Freedom that you wanted bad Is yours for good I hope you're glad Sad into unsad
I had a little time To think it over Had a little room To work it out I found a little courage To call it off
I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time
Meira pönk og enn meira pönk. Lagið kom upphaflega á smáskífu árið 1981 en kom svo út mörgum árum seinna 1987 á safnplötunni "Give me convenience or give me death" Rödd Jello Biafra er engilblíð að vanda.
Sometimes these words just don't have to be said I know how you both feel the heart can rule the head Jealousy is an essential part of love The hurting here below and the emptiness above, oh
There's always something left behind There's always something left behind Never mind oh never mind
The tender caresses that bring out the man I can't still be drunk at five, oh I guess I surely can Slowly your beauty is eaten away By the scent of someone else in the blanket where we lay, oh
There's always something left behind There's always something left behind Maybe next time
Uneaten meals, a lonely star A welcome ride in a neighbor's car A long walk home, the pouring rain I fell asleep when you never came
Some rare delight in Manchester town It took six hours before you let me down To see it all in a drunken kiss A stranger's hand on my favorite dress oh
That was my favorite dress you know That was my favorite dress
Father It's not time to make a change, Just relax, take it easy. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to know. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy, To be calm when you've found something going on. But take your time, think a lot, Why, think of everything you've got. For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
Son How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again. It's always been the same, same old story. From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen. Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go.
Father It's not time to make a change, Just sit down, take it slowly. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to go through. Find a girl, settle down, if you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy. (Son-- Away Away Away, I know I have to Make this decision alone - no) Son All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it. If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them They know not me. Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go. (Father-- Stay Stay Stay, Why must you go and make this decision alone?)
Bara-flokkurinn var upphitunarhljómsveit Þursaflokksins framan af ferli. Í hógværð sinni og lotningu gagnvart Þursaflokknum var hljómsveitin bara kölluð Bara-flokkurinn. Bara-flokkurinn er einhver vanmetnasta hljómsveit Íslandssögunnar og sem dæmi um það fann ég hvorki lagið né textann á netinu og verð því að treysta á að gúrúinn Hörður komi mér til bjargar.
Hast du etwas Zeit für mich Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich Von neunundneunzig Luftballons Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich Singe ich ein Lied für dich Von neunundneunzig Luftballons Und daß so was von sowas kommt
Neunundneunzig Luftballons Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont Hielt Man für Ufos aus dem All Darum schickte ein General 'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär Dabei war'n da am Horizont Nur neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger Jeder war ein großer Krieger Hielten sich für Captain Kirk Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht Dabei schoß man am Horizont Auf neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister Streichholz und Benzinkanister Hielten sich für schlaue Leute Witterten schon fette Beute Riefen "Krieg!" und wollten Macht Mann, wer hätte das gedacht Daß es einmal so weit kommt Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons Neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Jahre Krieg Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr Und auch keine Düsenflieger Heute zieh' ich meine Runden Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden Denk' an dich und laß' ihn fliegen
Travis koma frá Glasgow í Skotlandi. Spila melódískt gæðapopp/rokk. Side er tekið af 3. plötu sveitarinnar The Invisible band sem kom út á því ágæta ári 2001. Þrjár fyrstu breiðskífur Travis voru mjög góðar en eftir útgáfu The Inviible band er eins og sveitin hafi ekki náð sér almennilega á strik í plötuútgáfu.
They all believe there's someone watching over you They're watching every single thing you say And when you die They'll set you down and take you through They'll realise one day That the grass is always greener on the other side The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive And when time is running out you wanna stay alive We all live under the same sky We all will live, we all will die There is no wrong, there is no right The circle only has one side We all try hard to live our lives in harmony For fear of falling swiftly overboard But life is both a major and minor key Just open up the chord But the grass is always greener on the other side The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive And when time is running out you wanna stay alive We all live under the same sky We all will live, we all will die There is no wrong, there is no right The circle only has one side
Cat Stevens - Tea for the Tillerman af samnefndri plötu frá 1970.
Stutt og laggott.
Bring tea for the Tillerman Steak for the sun Wine for the women who made the rain come Seagulls sing your hearts away 'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play
Oh Lord how they play and play For that happy day, for that happy day
Traveling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said,
"Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover."
Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich And he said,
"I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover."
Lying in a den in Bombay With a slack jaw, and not much to say I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me Because I come from the land of plenty?" And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah) Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover."
Það er vel við hæfi nú á hlýjum sumardögum að tilnefna Angus Young og félaga í ACDC. Hörkustuðlag frá þeim,lag sem kemur manni í stemmara eins og Siggi Hlö myndi sjálfsagt orða það. Kom út á plötunni The Razors edge 1990.
I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder)
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder) My mind raced And I thought what could I do (Thunder) And I knew There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)
Sound of the drums Beatin' in my heart The thunder of guns Tore me apart You've been - thunderstruck
Went down the highway Broke the limit, we hit the town Went through to Texas, yeah Texas And we had some fun We met some girls Some dancers who gave a good time Broke all the rules, played all the fools Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds
I was shakin' at the knees Could I come again please? Yeah the ladies were too kind You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Oh, thunderstruck Yeah
Now we're shaking at the knees Could I come again please?
