Texttråden.
 

Tråden där vi postar texter till låtar som betytt nåt för oss. Eller texter som vi gillar av vilken anledning som helst.

Och sen kan vi ju i fri form diskutera det osv?

Jag börjar:

"White Line"

I came to you,
when I needed a rest
You took my love,
and put it to the test
I saw some things,
that I never
would have guessed
Feel like a railroad,
I pulled a whole load behind.

That old white line
is friend of mine
And it's good time
we've been making
Right now I'm rollin' down
the open road
And the daylight
will soon be breaking.

I was adrift
on a river of pride
It seemed like such a
long easy ride
You were my raft
but I let you slide
I've been down but
I'm coming back up again.

And I'm rollin' down
the open road
Where the daylight
will soon be breaking
Right now I'm thinking 'bout
these things that I know
But it's good time
that we've been making.

Då vill jag se dig diskutera ditt val med. Tack!

Jag vetefan vilken låt jag ska välja. Texter är UNDERBART och jag lusläser gärna lyrics medan jag lyssnar på mjosick! Om jag nu inte är på hurmör för att bara lyssna...och lyssna. Oj, nej...jag kommer inte fram till EN text som jag ska prata om....hmmm...

Don't speak med No Doubt betydde massor när jag slets mellan 2 män.
Ska orka leta rätt på den och klippa in skiten.

En låt som snurrat mycket hemma hos Mroeff är
Pink Floyd - "Wish you were here"

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a
walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Rammsteins "Stirb nicht vor mir (Don't die before I do)" (delar av låten är på engelska, som delen nedan):

Jag har ingen aning om vad det ska betyda. :unsure:

Motel blues av Loudon Wainwright III

In this town television shuts off at two
What can a lonely rock & roller do
Oh the bed's so big and the sheets are clean
and your girlfriend said that you were 18
The styrofoam icebucket is full of ice
Come up to my motelroom treat me nice

I don't wanna make no late night New York calls
and I don't wanna stare at them ugly grassmatt walls
chronologically I know you're young
but when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue
I'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P
Come up to my motelroom, sleep with me !

There's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid
I'll put up the sign to warn the cleanup maid
Yeah there's lots of soap end ther's lots of towels
never mind them deskclerk's scowls
I buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife
Oh come up to my motelroom, save my life
Come up to my motelroom, save my life

Jag diskuterar gärna mitt första textval. Poängen med tråden är ju att diskutera textens betydelse för en själv och även vad den de facto handlar om. Dessutom kan det bli ganska intressanta diskussioner om själva artisten också.

Skälet till att jag valde den här texten är att den handlar om Vita linor/streck. Kan lika gärna handla om (om man ser till texten) de vitkritade mittlinjerna på motorvägen som om de vitkritade linorna annorstädes.

F.ö. är det en Neil Young-låt från plattan Ragged Glory.

Jag hade också lika gärna kunnat valt Pink Floyd - "Wish you were here".
Det är en vacker text som alla kan relatera till på ett eller annat sätt.
Jag ska återkomma med mitt val eftersom jag har så mycket att välja på.

Den här slår så jävla hårt. Varenda gång:


I can tell from the look in your eyes,
Ain't no sleepin' here tonight.
You're saying differently you'll be walking right out on me.
And if begging is all that's left to do, here I go

Im not ready for it, Jo..

We had problems and baby sure I know
instead of dealing with it I just let'em go.
But I've been changin, I told you I could,
Now them changes, Baby, it doin' me no good.

Question, could it really be too late?
No, I'm not ready for it Jo.

Here I go, I'm just not ready for it Jo.

Yeah! All that luck God know, but we're not for sure, I need it bad you see.

Oh! It's cynical, God damn it's so cynical..
Since it turned its back on me..

Joanna it ain't over,
This ain't right, think it over girl,
just give it one more night
and if baby after all,
you're leavin' it's unescapable.
I think of somethin that would be right I know,
Oh, I'm just not ready for it, Jo.

Oh! I'm just not ready for it, Jo.

Ooh! I'm just not ready for it, Jo

I'm just not ready for it, Jo...

Den här tycker jag om.

Here’s another sunday morning call
Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into a day that couldn’t give you more
But what for?

And in your head do you feel
What you’re not supposed to feel
You take what you want
But you won’t get it for free
You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more
But I’m not sure if it ever works out right
But it’s ok. it’s all right

When yer lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in your head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
At what price?

And in your head do you feel
What you’re not supposed to feel
You take what you want
But you won’t get it for free
You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more
But I’m not sure if it ever works out right
But it’s ok. it’s all right

And in your head do you feel
What you’re not supposed to feel
When you take what you want
You don’t get hope for free
You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more
And I’m not sure if it’ll ever, ever, ever work out right
Will it ever, ever, ever work out right?
Cos it never, never, never works out right
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Gillade ditt senaste bidrag också Miriam. Jäkla bra text.