Sangtekster; legg inn den beste, morsomste, fineste etc. sangteksten du vet om!

Bjørn Eidsvåg har også mange fine. Gidder ikke lete opp akkurat nå, men det er helt sant.

Lillebjørn

Denne er jo litt morsom:

Lillebjørn Nilsen - Vidvinkel stev

Det var ein tidleg morgan at eg gjekk i skogen inn.
Eg fann ei edel kvinne der med rose-raude kinn.
Eg sa: "Kva gjer ei møy som deg i svarte skogen her?"
"Eg tek snap-shots med mitt kamera"
sa ho då eg kom nær.

"Det er ein merke-dag det her, mi kjære møy" sa eg.
"For eg er og ein fotograf med same mål som deg."
Så fekk ho ta min Nikon F i hennar kvite hand.
Ho, sa-; "Så flott eit apparat du har, min gode mann!"

Mitt kamera lika ho så vel, at utan ventetid
så opna ho den fløyelkledte kamera-veska si.
"Slikt utstyr har eg aldri sett, mi kjære møy ... " sa eg.
"Lat meg få dra stativet ut, så tek vi same veg."

Så knipsa vi mot solefall og så mot låvedør.
Uvande vinklar fann vi flust; som ikkje var funne før.
Ho hadde open blendar og lang eksponeringstid.
Eg hadde farga filter på mitt tele-objektiv.

Slikt lag med film og kamera har eg aldri sett, min ven!
Ho hadd'kje før fått rullen ut så var ho budd igjen.
Og når til sist eg såg at det var slutt på filmen min,
- så fanga ho oss både inn med sjølutløysar'n sin.

Ho sa: "Eg har hatt Kodak. Eg har hatt ein Hasselblad
Pentax og Minolta tykte eg var nokså bra.
Yashika og Olympus kunne også godt gå an.
Men å knipsa med din Nikon F var topp,
min gode mann!"

Men han har mange andre utrolig fine tekster også.

Leonard Cohen har jo et helt univers å ta av. Det går nesten ikke an å velge. Men jeg kan legge ut den jeg siterer fra nå, der er det flere godlinjer.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

Tinetoff skrev:

Da jeg var tenåring, var jeg brennsikker på at jeg ikke skulle ha barn, men samtidig lovte jeg meg selv at jeg skulle synge Stort & svart (Dumdum Boys) for dem om jeg allikevel skulle få noen. Og det gjør jeg.

Tenåring? Ja, stemmer det, du er jo så ung. Jeg fikk denne på opptakskassett i posten fra en venninne hjemmefra da jeg bodde på Mallorca - blakk, jobbløs og veldig forelsket i en fyr som var så dophue at han til slutt knapt visste hvem jeg var. Kjip tid - så jeg brukte å synge denne som god natt-sang til meg selv. Sånn for trøstens skyld.

For oss som har levd en stund:


DIAMONDS AND RUST
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Twenty years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

Og en litt underfundig en som jeg stadig filosoferer over:

Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others
The Smiths

From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers

As Anthony said to Cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :

Oh, I say :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
And I'll send you mine


😀

Verdens tristeste, sanneste og besteste kjærlighetssorgsang:

I KNOW IT'S OVER

The Smiths


Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

Jeg er jo en ivrig Evanescence tilhenger. (Se nick og avatar... ) Jeg har forelsket meg helt i tekstene til Amy Lee. Måten hun skriver på, rytmen i teksten og det faktum at de trenger litt tolkning i blandt. Mange av sangene passer så godt til meg at det er nesten skummelt. Tourniquet har blitt min lille themesong. Ikke nødvendigvis de delene hvor hun/jeg roper på "Gud" (for han tror jeg ikke på.). Men desperasjonen hun/jeg føler...

"Tourniquet"

i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
i lay dying
and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

i want to die!!!

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will i be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide


Og så har de jo mange andre vakre tekster... Her er et par av dem.

"Lithium"

Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
Oh, but God, I want to let it go.

Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone.
Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show.
Never wanted it to be so cold.
Just didn't drink enough to say you love me.

I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.

Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.

Don't want to let it lay me down this time.
Drown my will to fly.
Here in the darkness I know myself.
Can't break free until I let it go.
Let me go.

Darling, I forgive you after all.
Anything is better than to be alone.
And in the end I guess I had to fall.
Always find my place among the ashes.

I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.

Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, ...stay in love with my sorrow.
I'm gonna let it go.


"My Last Breath"

hold on to me love
you know i can't stay long
all i wanted to say was i love you and i'm not afraid
can you hear me?
can you feel me in your arms?

holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight

i'll miss the winter
a world of fragile things
look for me in the white forest
hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)
i know you hear me
i can taste it in your tears

holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight

closing your eyes to disappear
you pray your dreams will leave you here
but still you wake and know the truth
no one's there

say goodnight
don't be afraid
calling me calling me as you fade to black

holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight


All That I'm Living For"

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.

I can feel the night beginning.
Separate me from the living.
Understanding me,
After all I've seen.
Piecing every thought together,
Find the words to make me better.
If I only knew how to pull myself apart.

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.
All that I'm wanted for,
Although I wanted more.
Lock the last open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.

I believe that dreams are sacred.
Take my darkest fears and play them
Like a lullaby,
Like a reason why,
Like a play of my obsessions,
Make me understand the lesson,
So I'll find myself,
So I won't be lost again.

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.
All that I'm wanted for,
Although I wanted more.
Lock the last open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.

Guess I thought I'd have to change the world to make you see me,
To be the one.
I could have run forever,
But how far would I have come
Without mourning your love?

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.
All that I'm wanted for,
Although I wanted more.
Lock the last open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.

Should it hurt to love you?
Should I feel like I do?
Should I lock the last open door,
My ghosts are gaining on me.

Divine skrev:

Verdens tristeste, sanneste og besteste kjærlighetssorgsang:

I KNOW IT'S OVER

The Smiths

The Smiths har en til verdens beste kjærlighetssorgsang:

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?

The story is old - I know
But it goes on
The story is old - I know
But it goes on

Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
And on

Denne sangen av Lisa Nilsson betyr noe spesielt for meg.

Långsamt Farväl
(text & musik: Mauro Scocco)

Jag önskar jag kunde säga
att det är en fas vi går igenom
en storm vi måste orka rida ut
Jag önskar jag kunde säga
att vi klarar dettillsammans
att allting kommer ordna sig till slut
Men hur säger man till någon
Att här tar vägen slut

och hur säger man till någon
att hjärtat längtar ut

ref: Jag kan inte ljuga för dig
du känner mig alltför väl
och när du ser mig i ögonen
så säger dom...

att vi kan bara vara dom vi är
så ge mig inga skäl
för vad vi än kallar det
så är det bara
ett långsamt farväl

Här är din drottning utan krona
likgiltig och trött, en sorglig figur
som du aldrig riktigt mött
När jag ser mig över axeln
på åren som bara gick
ser jag allt som gick förlorat
men också allting som vi fick

Och vad säger man till nån
som vill börja om igen
då det redan är försent
då man redan är på väg

ref: Jag kan inte...

Jag tvår mina händer i kärlekens namn
du kan vinna allt du förlorar ibland
men vägen som vi färdas på
den leder ingenstans...

Kjøtt: *nostalgisk*
Jeg vil bli som Jesus


Jeg vil bli som Jesus - gå i hvite klær
Med glorie rundt hue, så ser alle hvem jeg er

Jeg vil bli som Elvis, tjene masse gryn
Så alle gutta snur seg når jeg kjører gjennom by'n


Jeg vil bli som Buddha, sitte under et tre
og se på alle folka bøye seg i kne


Jeg vil bli som Mao, forandre mange ting
Ha bilder av meg sjæl på alle vegga i Peking


Jeg vil bli som Buddha, sitte under et tre
Skjønne alt i verden
yeah, yeah, yeah

Kirsebær skrev:

Bjørn Eidsvåg har også mange fine. Gidder ikke lete opp akkurat nå, men det er helt sant.

Veldig mange fine! Og finest av alle er denne:

skyfri himmel

Det einaste hu ønske seg
var ein solskinnsdag - skyfri himmel
ein problemfri time i
gode venners lag - nykter men svimmel
svimmel av glede - så glad for litt fred
det e'kje for mykje ønska seg det
men hu vet det ska møkje te
det er for tid ikkje sånn som livet e

Det va'kje sånn det sko ver
det va'kje sånn det sko bli
hu drømte som litt om
ei mykje bedre tid
hu drømte om det goda hu aldri fekk
alt sko bli bra bare hu kom seg vekk
det blei aldri slik
ein blir såra av for mange svik

Det einaste hu ønske seg
va ein solskinnsdag - skyfri himmel
ein problemfri time i
gode venners lag - nykter men svimmel
svimmel av glede - så glad for litt fred
det e'kje for møkje ønska seg det
men hu vet det ska noke te
det er for tid ikkje sånn som livet e

Dagen gjør vondt og lyset er ingen venn
det e tryggast i mørket med skoddene igjen
det e'kje altid alt e lika kjekt se
det kan ver greit sleppa lys på det ein drive med
det va'kje sånn det sko ver
men mørket har et grådig begjær

Det e tungt ta tebake
ein barndom som e tatt
- for kvert mislykka forsk
blir ein bare mer forlatt

Det einaste hu ønske seg
va ein solskinnsdag - skyfri himmel
ein problemfri time i
gode venners lag - nykter men svimmel
svimmel av glede - så glad for litt fred
det e'kje for mykje ønska seg det
men hu vet det ska noke te
det er for tid ikkje sånn livet e

Skyfri himmel er sangen fra da min yngste ble født. Jeg hadde sittet hjemme med veer en hel dag og selvsagt fått med med både direktesendingen og reprisen av God Morgen, Norge hvor Bjørn Eidsvåg var på og sang denne sangen. Så jeg fikk den på hjernen, og hadde den i hodet hele tiden mens jeg var på barsel.

Nenne, jeg var akkurat på vei inn for å legge inn den. Kan du tenke den en sårere sang? Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me, no hope, no harm - just another false alarm.

:fryser på ryggen:

Scarlett skrev:

Nenne, jeg var akkurat på vei inn for å legge inn den. Kan du tenke den en sårere sang? Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me, no hope, no harm - just another false alarm.

:fryser på ryggen:

Også har de jo "Please Please Please let me let me get what I want. Lord knows it would be the first time".

Finnes det i det hele tatt noe tristere og sannere enn The Smiths når de er på sitt beste?

Divine skrev:

Også har de jo "Please Please Please let me let me get what I want. Lord knows it would be the first time".

Finnes det i det hele tatt noe tristere og sannere enn The Smiths når de er på sitt beste?

Nei, det tror jeg faktisk ikke. Det er muligens verdens aller beste band. Rare og fantastiske.

... og nei, Morrisey blir ikke det samme, av en eller annen grunn.

En annen Smiths-perle:

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
cause youre evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(but I wont cry)

Loved and lost
And some may say
When usually its nothing
Surely youre happy
It should be this way ?
I say no, I'm gonna kill my dog
And : may the lines sag, may the lines sag heavy and deep tonight

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
cause youre evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(but I wont cry)

Loved and lost
And some may say
When usually its nothing
Surely youre happy
It should be this way ?
I said no
And then I shot myself
So, drink, drink, drink
And be ill tonight

From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind

Scarlett skrev:

Nei, det tror jeg faktisk ikke. Det er muligens verdens aller beste band. Rare og fantastiske.

... og nei, Morrisey blir ikke det samme, av en eller annen grunn.

Å, men Morrissey har også noen fantastiske sanger, som "The First of the Gang to Die", "Boxers" og ikke minst "The World is Full of Crashing Bores". Ingenting kommer opp mot "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now", da. 🙂

Elinblu skrev:

Å, men Morrissey har også noen fantastiske sanger, som "The First of the Gang to Die", "Boxers" og ikke minst "The World is Full of Crashing Bores". Ingenting kommer opp mot "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now", da. 🙂

Åjada, han har mange strålende sanger, det blir bare ikke helt det samme! Johnny Marr gjorde nok mer med arrangementene enn det som var synlig i starten.

Men Moz gjorde en fin figur på Roskilde i sommer likevel.