Din favorit tekst?

Jep der er så mange tekster der er godt skrevet, men hvilken en syntes du bedst om. Hvilken en passer bedst til dit humør ligenu, og hvorfor?
Min favorit lige pt. er I Hurt med Johnny Cash, hvorfor? Tjah det ved jeg egentligt ikke, syntes bare den er godt skrevet og så har han en fed stemme.
I Hurt :
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

It hurts me to see him treat you the way that he does
It hurts me to see you sit and cry
When I know I could be so true
If I had someone like you
It hurts me to see those those tears in your eyes
The whole town is talking, they're callin' you a fool
For listening to his same old lies
And when I know I could be so true
If I had someone like you
It hurts me to see the way he makes you cry
You love him so much, you're too blind to see
He's only playing a game
He's never loved you
He never will
And darling, don't you know he'll never change
Oh, I know he never will set you free
Because he's just that kind of guy
But if you ever tell him you're through
I'll be waiting for you
Waiting to hold you so tight
Waiting to kiss you goodnight
Yes, darling, if I had someone like you

Jep ham går man heller aldrig fejl af. Hvis blot man kunne lave så " simpel " musik idag og slå igennem med det.

mit favorit tekst må klart være 2pac's "what if I die tonight"
den måde han formår at kæde ordene - hvor største delen af dem starter med P -sammen på så det lyder så fedt er enestående.

They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
[omkvæd]
If I die tonight (repeat 3X)
"Tonight's the night I get in some shit" -> Dr. Dre

Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight
omkvæd

Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight
mh Jacob

Eller skrevet bag øret, selvom jeg så sjældent læser der. Har den ikke lige i musiksamlingen men det skal der laves om på!
Lyder ganske genialt den måde ordene er sat sammen på.

fans tager ikke fejl. stadig den kunstner der sælger mest..

...han skrev vist The Piano Has Been Drinking og Heart of Saturday Night, samt et par af Dan T`s tekster m. musik af Halfdan E...
Så mange smukke ord!
hilsner herfra.

Det går langt ud over min horisont i musikkens verden, men kan da se jeg skal have udvidet den gevaldigt.
Heller ikke tom waits i musiksamlingen... endnu.

..ud på de små timer, altså Tom...ku være at jeg ville blive temmelig skuffet, hvis jeg hørte ham sådan en alm. tirsdag eftermiddag i solskinsvejr - arh, det tror jeg nu ikke...
Og ham Elvis, ja det varer nok rigtig mange år inden han går i glemme bogen...
Hørte lige John Lennons Imagine i radioen - den varmer også mit idealistiske hjerte og sind.
Hej hej :)))

hehe ja det er vist lidt af en genre skifte i forhold til hvad du selv foreslog ;)
men ja det lyder godt, så synes da bestemt du skal høre den..
mh Jacob

det er jo Kongen (((((-=d(-_-)b=-)))))

Jeg har nu en meget bred musiksmag hvis jeg selv skal sige det. Den spænder lige fra mozart til lordi, og eminem har også været inde i dagligdagen og det er iøvrigt stadig ;-)
Det eneste jeg med sikkerhed kan sige jeg ikke kan lide er opera.

..sikke et dejligt bade-billede du har fået sat på din profilside :)))!
Vinger og luffer til jer.

Har altid hørt Guns N' Roses...lige så længe, jeg kan huske tilbage ;o) En af deres tekster, der altid har fanget mig, er "Civil War" fra album Use Your Illusion II, hvis nogen skulle få lyst til at høre den. Den sætter tanker i gang hos mig...

Og min første " intro " til rock / heavy metal. Ak ja de minder.

verdens mest ventede album Guns N’ Roses’ "Chinese Democracy"
der er planlagt en udgivelsesdato 21. november.
men lad os nu se om det holder..

When I was a young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddys, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rents due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

(Vil lige sige, at den tekst du her har lagt er usandsynlig fed! Det er jeg helt enig med dig i!)
Nu har der været så meget debat om Saddam Husseins dødsstraf. Det fylder meget hos mig lige nu - det gør mig ked af det, at folk ikke kan se, at man plejer ren hævn og blodtørst ved at henrette folk. Primitive følelser, som hele vores system er bygget op på IKKE at imødekomme. Ingen forbrydelser bliver ugjorte, ingen smerte giver mening, ingen lidelse bliver set...bare fordi en forbryder bliver henrettet.
Den sang jeg tænker på, der er forbrydelsen alene, at manden er romersk katolik. Papist.
Sangen er mere end 30 år gammel og er skrevet af et irsk band, The Strawbs. De reflekterede over den irske borgerkrig, hvor det var en forbrydelse at være katolik og bødlerne blev udvalgt blandt soldaterne....
The Hangman and the Papist
The village square stands quiet with the curfew still in force
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores
Like some evil bird of prey the scaffold spreads its wings
The people build their fires and bolt their doors
The mayor is giving dinner to the officers and wives
His eldest son is learning how to fawn
The barrack block is hushed and tense, the soldiers drawing lots
Who will be the hangman in the dawn.
The lot falls on a young man who has served for but a year
His home is in the village close nearby
He shivers at the thought of what he's forced to do next day
He wonders who it is that has to die
The full moon casts a cold light on the gloomy prison walls
The papist walk his cell, he cannot sleep
He hears the waiting gallows creaking just beyond the door
He prays for he has no more tears to weep.
The day begins to break, the muffled drums begin to sound
A crowd begins to gather in the square
The presence of the hangman in his terrifying mask
Weighs heavy on the minds of all those there
The colonel reads the sentence which the papist knows by heart
He has failed to show allegiance to the King
His crime is thus with God himself, in His name he must hang
The papist, head held high, says not a thing.
The jailer binds his hands and puts the blindfold to his eyes
He leads him through the door before the crowd
The hangman sees his victim and the blood drains from his face
He sees his younger brother standing proud
The hangman tries to protest but is ordered to proceed
His trembling hands begin to take the strain
His eyes are blind with streaming tears, he cries for all to hear
"Forgive me God, we hang him in they name".

så skulle det jo være den her..
War! huh-yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh

War! huh-yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y'all

War! huh good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

Ohhh? War! I despise
Because it means destruction?
Of innocent lives

War means tears
to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
and lose their lives

I said - War! Huh Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again

War! Whoa, Lord ...
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War! Friend only to the undertaker
War! It's an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind

War has caused unrest in the younger generation
Induction then destruction-
Who wants to die?

Ohhh? War Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it, Say it, Say it

War! Uh-huh Yeah - Huh!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War! It's got one friend, that's the undertaker
War has shattered many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled bitter and mean
Life is much to precious to spend fighting wars these days
War can't give life, it can only take it away

War! Huh Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again

War! Whoa, Lord ...
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me?

War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War! Friend only to the undertaker
Peace Love and Understanding;
tell me, is there no place for them today?
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord knows there's got to be a better way

War! Huh Good God y'all
What is it good for?
You tell me
Say it, Say it, Say it

War! Huh Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Stand up and shout it.
Nothing.
den er kanon

Det glemmer du sjovt nok selv men løfter straks din politifinger når andre glemmer :-/

hvad snakker du om din klovn, vil du ha at jeg skal side og skrive den Tekst, du er da ikke rask
og nu er jeg ikke efter folk med _copyright_ hvorfor skulle jeg da være det,
ps: dit nick passer fint til dig

Jeg skriver det er The Strawbs der har lavet den og den hedder "The Hangman And The Papist" Hvad er du du ikke kan se?

nå okay hehe. ja opera er heller ikke lige på min favorit liste ;)
har også en bred musik smag, men hovedsagligt er det rock jeg hører, men country og lignende musik er også et stort hit, og så selvfølgelig rap..
mh Jacob

helt sikkert også en rigtig god sang, hvor teksten bag betyder noget specielt, især for tupacs mor!
mh Jacob

Det er ikke muligt for mig at finde en yndlings tekst, som jeg kan lide mere end andre, men det er jo heller ikke dét, det kommer an på.
Avantasia's two Metal Opera albums er en lang historie, så det er svrt at tage en tekst ud fra den anden. The Seven Angels er dog en af dem jeg holder mest af.

Avantasia - The Seven Angels
[Believers:]
Fire falling from the sky
Rage of god is coming down
Armaggeddon's drawing nigh
Sinner cry ! Heathen die !
Hear the toll of pain, gloria, gloria
In the fiery rain
Fire falling from the sky
Rage of god is coming down
Armaggeddon's drawing nigh
Sinner cry ! Heathen die !
Hear the toll of pain, gloria, gloria
Now the time has come, the end's begun
And the only one will come
[Gabriel:]
It has been foretold
By the visions of the old
And the madness in their eyes
Said his angel will arise
That's what they know : "Holy Lord it's over, oh god
We have done no wrong
So we go where we belong
To the neverending dream
But for those who lived in sin"
They claim to know : "Holy Lord it's over, oh god"
[Pope:]
Hey Angel, can you tell me
Will you lead us to the place
Full of heat, in the fire
For we only brought disgrace
[Lugaid:]
He is not the one. If they only knew
[Bishop:]
Hey Angel, will you take us
To the judgement of his rage
Hey will we die
For we couldn't close the gate
[Lugaid:]
To the knowledge as they have been told
[Gabriel:]
I don't know how could I prove
Nothing but the cloven hoof
Reigning over them as well
While they keep on fighting hell
Babylon the scarlet whore has come
We are the seven, judgement of heaven
Why don't we know : We are the angels
It's revelation, soul castignation
Fire will burn us away
We are the seven, judgement of heaven
Why don't we know : We are the angels
It's revelation, soul castignation
Fire will burn us away
[Pope:]
Redeemer, devastion
Hope it only has been ment
For the sin of the dreamer
who broke the low you'd sent
[Lugaid:]
He is not the one. If they only knew
[Jakob:]
Hey, don't know but i wondered:
When we lost the seal again
Maybe stoned by the incense
Do we rise or just descent
[Lugaid:]
He is not the one. If they only knew
[Gabriel:]
I don't know how could I prove
Nothing but the cloven hoof
Reigning over them as well
While they keep on fighting hell
Babylon the scarlet whore has come
We are the seven, judgement of heaven
Why don't we know : We are the angels
It's revelation, soul castignation
Fire will burn us away
We are the seven, judgement of heaven
Why don't we know : We are the angels
It's revelation, soul castignation
Fire will burn us away
[Voice of the tower:]
Woe to you longing for the wisdom
Woe to you longing for the light
All my sons bring me back what is mine
Or you'll end burning in this night
Woe to you longing for the wisdom
Woe to you longing for the light
All my sons bring me back what is mine
Or you'll end burning in this night
[Gabriel:]
Once I have been lost in what they told me to believe
Until I felt in burning deep inside to set my spirit free
And I escaped to another world to help the little men
who make me plunge into philosophy - to feel my
mind again... No one left to hold me tight - on the
`real`other side - but her in chains
I had been alone till the madman come along
With the knowledge and silver long beard
He was the first man ever teaching how I could be free
Helping me to find - oh - the mind and the soul
They've been trying to hide away...
And he promised we'd help Anna if I'd help him to
go all the way
[Lugaid:]
Go all the way into the world of minds
Open the gate and do not close behind
Prevent them from hiding the light away
Prevent them from tellin' us tales
Or the end of all they scare us with will be a
million empty brains...
[Gabriel:]
I could bring you what you told me
The seal they need to close the gate forever
But still I haven't found a meaning
Anna will we ever be together
[Regrin:]
You've been fighting for your soul
And sometimes it takes a toll
Hope one day you'll understand
What it means to hold in hands
What they call a fantasy
It is nothing but a key
To the world that now you're in
That they call a wicked dream
[Elderane:]
When you're walking on your own
When you're broken and alone
You may feel us from inside -
on the other side of life.
Ohohohoh...
[Gabriel:]
I've been fighting for my soul
And sometimes it takes a toll
Hope one day we'll understand
What it means to hold in hands
What we call a fantasy
But it's nothing but a key
To the world that now I'm in
That we call a wicked dream
Oh, walking on my own
When I'm broken and alone
I may feel you from inside
From the other side of life

..for det. Ja, venter spændt på det album.... Glæder mig til det endelig kommer....

Oz her. Kan huske, at jeg sad på min brors værelse og rockede med. Ak ja, de minder...