Sang-tekst

Hej!
Jeg hører meget musik (rigtigt, rigtigt meget), og jeg er meget interesseret i musik.
Derfor ville jeg høre om folks yndlings-tekster...
I mit tilfælde er en af mine favoritter Digital Bath med Deftones. Teksten er så sindssyg og dobbelttydig og stemningen i teksten bliver endnu mere underbygget af selve musikken.
Guitarerne er stemt ned i en drop c, hvilket hele White Pony albummet er.
Så vidt jeg kan tolke mig frem til (og har hørt fra andre) handler teksten om en mand der har en pige med nede i sin kælder, hvor han slår hende ihjel ved at ligge hende i et badekar og smider et elektrisk apparat ned til hende. Deraf navnet på sangen.
Jeg er dybt fascineret af denne sang, fordi den giver et indblik i en tydeligvis meget forstyrret mands psyke, og viser en bagside af menneskeheden som vi generelt gerne vil fortrænge.
Jeg har skrevet teksten neden under, så kan du jo selv læse den og komme med din mening hvis du vil.
Ellers vil jeg sådan set gerne høre fra andre musik-interesserede og høre om jeres "yndlings" tekster.
Deftones - Digital Bath
White Pony
You move - like I want to
To see - like your eyes do
We are...downstairs
Where no one can see
New life - break away
Tonight...
I feel like more
Tonight i...
We make the water warm
You taste - foreign
And I know - you can see
The cord - break away
’cause tonight...
I feel like more
Tonight...i feel like more
Feel like more
Tonight...
You breathed - then you stop
I breathed - and drive you off
And tonight i...feel
Feel like more
Oh! tonight I feel like...
I feel like more
Tonight I feel like more
I feel like more
Tonight...
mvh
sundancer

Min farvorit er:
Big time og honning, blomster og bier
løber og dronning, prinser og piger
stemmer i flertal og, forår i hovedet
sidste udkald og, koldt vand i blodet.
Kom koldt vand i blodet.
Tv-2 er guder, det er perfetk lyrik inde i mit lille hovede, men sådan er vi jo så forskellige alle sammen

Er også selv vild med musik. Jeg synes Alanis Morissette laver nogen gode tekster. Og da jeg sad og læste dit indlæg tænkte jeg straks på hendes "You Learn"
Her er teksten.
I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
I recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at anytime
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
Wear it out (like a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn
Qen.

Hej og tak for dit interessante indlæg
Jeg vil lige hviske dig i øret, at sangtekster ofte er omfattet af lov om ophavsret, og altså ikke må gengiver f.eks. her.
Jeg ved ikke om det er tilfældet her, men nu ved du det da ihvertfald.
God weekend
GL

den jeg kalder "Frugtsalat-sangen" (og nej dét hedder den IKKE), men
You're an appel (bid i det sure æble)
I'm an orange (appelsinen i turbanen)
You're a square
I'm around
Musikken er så glad og teksten får et stort smil frem på mit ansigt (og i øjnene)

man kan jo finde de tekster på diverse hjemmesider, tror du virkelig der skulle være et problem med at "poste" dem her? ved det ikke?
Jeg kan godt lide Jack Johnsons - traffic in the sky, kan ikke lige huske teksten, men den er temmelig god!
mh Jacob
God jul til alle

Hej Jacob
Jeg ved det ikk, men jeg ville bare lige rejse flaget overfor dig, så du ikke brændte fingrene.
Her er teksten til Traffic in the sky. http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Traffic-In-The-Sky-lyrics-Jack-Johnson/725D05643C60243148256D1E000FBA97
MVH
GL

for det🙂kan nu godt teksten til dels når jeg hører sangen...
kender du jack johnson? ellers var det måske en ide at tage på biblioteket og låne en CD med ham, det må være muligt. tror faktisk du vil kunne lide det ;)
mh Jacob

HUH! Sikke en historie!
Måske du kan fascineres af denne historie:
Elizabeth Bathory, den kvindelige Dracula, "The Blood Countess" torterede og dræbte iflg. overleveringerne mere end 600 jomfruer, lesbiske og bestialske orgier, som endte i reelt BLODBAD. Hun mente hun kunne bevare sin ungdomsskønhed ved at bade i deres blod. Da hun blev fanget og dømt, endte hun sine dage, efter to år at være muret inde i et lille rum i tårnet på det slot hvor rædslerne foregik.
http://gothlupin.tripod.com/vbathory.html
http://hjem.get2net.dk/the_cellar/bathory.htm
Forfatteren H.P. Lovecraft skrev om hende...var så fascineret af hende...Og den kærlighed synger CRADLE OF FILTH om I "Bathory Aria".
Det gyser ned ad ryggen på mig, når Dani skriger "...If only I, could have wept in mourning by her side..." Det er bare så stærkt...og især fordi man ved at den ubeskrivelige længsel handler om en sindssyg forfatters ubeskrivelige fascination af en psykopatisk massemorder, der levede et par hundrede år før ham...Fandme da en syret kærlighedshistorie! Og teksten er skrevet fuldstændig genialt og på det smukkeste krummelure engelsk...og den musikalske komposition er kulsort, rå, genial og smuk!
Mit yndlingsnummer....
8. Bathory Aria
[I. Benighted Like Usher]
Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess
Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade
If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides
And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas
Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers
Benighted.
Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept
Benighted.
Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul
[II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue]
Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide
Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult
With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......
But soon,
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight Her stars
However scarred
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths
As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds
To the depths of Her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue
And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies
So Hallow's Eve
As She received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee
But She knew She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue
For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there....
[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]
In an age crucified by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...
She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to extremes
O'er decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken cure
But Her reign ended swiftly
For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
To heed Her pleas
When Her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
For maidens staining winding sheets
And She postured proud
When Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant lips
Though She smelt the fires
That licked limbs higher
To the tortured cunts of accomplices
So ends this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite
Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight
"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
My soul to Hell for company

Hvis man henviser til kunstneren og hvis teksten er diskussionsemnet, så må man gerne.