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Hela albumet Fever av Bullet for my Valentine, texterna stämmer in ganska klockrent dessutom.

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Radiohead - Creep

When you were here before,

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel,

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,

I wanna have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice

when I'm not around

You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again

She's running out

She run run run run...

run... run...

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

Skitsystem - levande lik

Ett mänskligt vrak

Ett livsverk i spillror

Ett kontinuerligt livshat

Tyglad till lydnad

Driven till vanvett

Behandlad som avfall

Skitsystem - Krossa mig

Tomma ögon

Ett levande lik

Trött på skiten

Krossa mig

Ingen utväg

En enda ond cirkel

Ett liv i spillror

The Casualties - We are all we have

Whoa Whoa ohh we are all we have tonite

the ones you can't control

have only one another to depend upon

displaced from society Outcast we are

we have nothing to live up to

this music is all we got

the only place i need

is drinking here tonite

together with you all

.. :3

Broder Daniel - What clowns are we

What clowns are we

What clowns are we

Try to pretend do we

What clowns are we

What a game is love

What a game is love

What a game that brakes hearts

We`re made to play

And where do tears go

When they don`t show

Where do years go

We waste them so

Who counts the tears

Who sees your fears

Who counts the years

When they disappear

What a fool I must be

What a fool I must be

Who thought she loved me

How could I not see

What a show is it all

What a show is it all

Trying to hide it all

What a show is it all

And who counts the years

That disappear

Who counts the tears

Who knows your fears

Where do years go

We waste them so

Where do tears go

When they don`t show

Oh they go to work on the heart

Needles and nails to make it rot

And untie lovers knot

They go to the heart

To make it rot

How can they know

If you don`t show

Who can notice

Where your heart is

Who will miss us

When we`re all gone

Who`ll remember

Who we all were

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Radiohead - Creep

 

When you were here before,

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel,

Your skin makes me cry

 

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special

 

But I'm a creep,

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

 

I don't care if it hurts,

I wanna have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

 

I want you to notice

when I'm not around

You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special

 

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

 

She's running out again

She's running out

She run run run run...

run... run...

 

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special

 

But I'm a creep,

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

 

I don't belong here...

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Feta är bäst...

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Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

Nu får du mig att vilja lyssna på det albumet igen :wub:

R.E.M - Everybody Hurts

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,

When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on

Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along

When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)

If you feel like letting go, (hold on)

When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends

Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand

If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,

When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,

Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes

And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Everybody hurts. You are not alone

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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

 

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

 

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

 

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

 

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

 

 

Feta är bäst...

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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

 

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

 

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

 

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

 

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

 

 

Feta är bäst...

låt?....

 

Pink Floyd - Time

Gubben i lådan. Nuff' said.

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man

Mama told me when I was young

Come sit beside me, my only son

And listen closely to what I say.

And if you do this

It will help you some sunny day.

Take your time... Don't live too fast,

Troubles will come and they will pass.

Go find a woman and you'll find love,

And don't forget son,

There is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.

Be something you love and understand.

Be a simple kind of man.

Won't you do this for me son,

If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold

All that you need is in your soul,

And you can do this if you try.

All that I want for you my son,

Is to be satisfied.

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.

Follow you heart and nothing else.

And you can do this if you try.

All I want for you my son,

Is to be satisfied.

Supertramp - The logical song

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,

a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.

And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,

oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me.

But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible,

logical, oh responsible, practical.

And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,

oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep,

the questions run too deep

for such a simple man.

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

but please tell me who I am

I said now watch what you say they'll be calling you a radical,

a liberal, oh fanatical, criminal.

Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're

acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!

Oh Take it take it yeah!

But at night, when all the world's asleep,

the questions run so deep

for such a simple man.

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

but please tell me who I am,

Who I am x 3 !!!

Who knows who's so logical.

Kanske inte stämmer överens med mitt liv men det är en bra text.

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R.E.M - Everybody Hurts

Jo den är bra. Till den låten har jag faktiskt ett minne från första gången jag hörde den. Fint det.

Det finns inget att göra i den här trista förorten

det finns ingenting här för oss

nä ursäkta jag överdrev litegrann

vi kan ju knarka supa och slåss

så har det alltid varit här ute

ingen jävel har brytt sig om oss

man ska va som en zombie

va nöjd med sin lott å aldrig fråga om nått

Bull of Heaven - And Never Will

Texten finns så vitt jag vet inte att finna någonstans på hela jävla Internet,

men den är ändå fantastiskt deprimerande, och jag känner igen mig i den.

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man

Mama told me when I was young

Come sit beside me, my only son

And listen closely to what I say.

And if you do this

It will help you some sunny day.

Take your time... Don't live too fast,

Troubles will come and they will pass.

Go find a woman and you'll find love,

And don't forget son,

There is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.

Be something you love and understand.

Be a simple kind of man.

Won't you do this for me son,

If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold

All that you need is in your soul,

And you can do this if you try.

All that I want for you my son,

Is to be satisfied.

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.

Follow you heart and nothing else.

And you can do this if you try.

All I want for you my son,

Is to be satisfied.

Vet inte riktigt varför, men texten till Buying New Soul

kan jag också känna igen mig i, lite.

Dried up, a guitar upon my knee

I should have sold out when the devil came for me

Dig a hole and throw it out to sea

Break the code, how happy I could be

I still wave at the dots on the shore

And I still beat my head against the wall

I still rage and wage my little war

I'm a shade and easy to ignore

White wall, I had to paint a door

I always find that I've been through it before

Close it up and throw away the key

Break the code, how happy I could be

I woke up and I had a big idea

To buy a new soul at the start of every year

I paid up and it cost me pretty dear

Here's a hymn to those that disappear

Tonårskärlek/-sex. Ebba Grön såklart. :)

Man får mycket större närhet till svenska texter tycker jag. :o

@Smek: Också bra! We're only in it for the drugs. Oooåååooåååooååooååååååoooooh!!

Jag vill bara känna köttets lustar

Jag vill inte äga och rå om dig

Jag vill va som djuren i naturen

Jag vill inte bara bara vara din

Jag vill bara känna köttets lustar

Höra hur du rister och frustar

Vara nära men ändå så borta

Du är våt... och jag är ung och kåt

Ung och kåt - ung och kåt

Kärleken är blind, kärleken är blind

Jag vill gärna se, jag vill gärna se

Någonting

Ung och kåt - jag vill se

Jag vill bara känna köttets lustar

Inte alltid vara det du önskar

Kamrater de bara bra för

Jag vill inte bara bara vara din

Jag vill bara känna köttets lustar

Höra hur du snuskar

Tränga in i dig minst ett par meter

Du är våt... och jag är ung och kåt

Ung och kåt - ung och kåt

Kärleken är blind, kärleken är blind

Jag vill gärna se, jag vill gärna se

Någonting

Ung och kåt - jag vill se

Kärleken är blind, kärleken är blind

Jag vill gärna se, jag vill gärna se

Någonting

Ung och kåt - jag vill se

Tim Minchin - Rock 'n' Roll Nerd

He doesn't have a problem with drugs

He just doesn't get them

He's fine that his mates have tattoos

But he thinks they'll regret them

He likes going to pubs

But he hates when the music's too loud

He tends not to go to rock concerts

Cos he can't stand the crowd

But all he's ever wanted to be

Is a rock star on Rage or MTV

But he knows that it's not fucking likely

He's just turned thirty

He knows that he will always be

A rock 'n' roll nerd

He'll keep writing songs the world will never hear

And though they won't be heard

He'll just keep writing

Oh yeah

But you see the problem is

He always dreamt of being a star

But he learned piano instead of guitar

Which in the nineties didn't get you very far

So while all the other kids were learning Stairway

He was the piano to their forte

But he was convinced one day

He'd rock their fucking asses

Be an icon for the disenfranchised masses

And grow his hair long

And rebel against the state

But just for now that'd have to wait

Cos he's running late for his morning classes

And he will always be

A rock 'n' roll nerd

He'll keep playing gigs that no one knows about

And though it sounds absurd

He'll just keep playing

Oh yeah

But you see the problem is

There's not much depth in what he's singing

He's a victim of his upper middle class upbringing

So he can't write about the hood

Or bling bling

So he sits and imagines his girlfriend is dead

To try and invoke some angst in his middle class head

But the bitch is always fine at half past nine

When they go to bed

And he's not spent a single night in prison

He has no issues with nutrition

He has no drinking problem

And no drug addiction

Unless you count the drugs they put in chicken

And marijuana always tends to make him cough

He doesn't look good with his t-shirt off

And when he tries to act tough you can tell he's trickin'

While his mates all go out late

Popping pills and having fun

He goes home and showers

And gets a good eight hours

He gets his thrills from his morning run

And while his mates all go on dates

Taking speed and drinking cans of Jim Bean

He stays home and cooks

Curls up with a book

With the girl he's had since he was seventeen

Cos he's never really been part of the scene

Give him guns 'n' roses, he'll take Queen

He's more into Beatles than The Stones

He's more Stevie Wonder than Ramones

And he's never owned a panel van

He's never shot a Panterra fan

He doesn't know the difference between metal and thrash

He couldn't tell you nothing about Axel and Slash

He likes Ben Folds to the Jackson Five

He knows all the words to Staying Alive

And though he wants to be all grungy and cool

He spent eleven years in a private school

So it don't matter how he tries

He cannot hide behind his rock 'n' roll lies

Cos you've either got it or you don't

You'll either rock it or you won't

Yeah, you've either got it or you don't

Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't

He knows that his music lacks depth

But it just can't be helped

He has nothing interesting to say

So he writes about himself

But he doesn't want to seem self obsessed

So he writes in third person

In an attempt to seem more rock 'n' roll

But he suspects it's not workin'

And deep in his heart he knows

That he'll never be Silver Chair or Eskimo Joe

And even if he was quite pretty

With small pants like Kylie

He knows that he

Will always be

A rock 'n' roll nerd

He'll keep writing songs the world don't care about

And though it sounds absurd

He'll just keep writing

Oh yeah

You can criticise him

But he won't care

Cos he wants to rock, and he will never be deterred

But he'll always be a fucked up little, try-hard, wannabe rock 'n' roll nerd

Rock 'n' roll nerd

Passade bättre för typ 2 år sedan men ändå.

EDIT: Fettade lite text som stämmer in extra bra.