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Kuuntelin tässä Bad Companya ja eräs biisi inspiroi minua tekemään tämän topicin. Missä kappaleessa on mielestäsi surullisin tarina? Jos jaksat niin linkitä tai pastea kappaleen sanat tähän topickiin.
Itse vastaan:
Bad Company - Shooting Star
Johnny was a schoolboy
When he heard his first Beatles song
Love Me Do, I think it was
And from then it didn't take him long
Got himself a guitar
Used to play every night
Now he's in a rock 'n' roll outfit
And everything's alright
Don't you know?
Johnny told his Mama,
"Hey, Mama, I'm goin' away
Gonna hit the big time,
Gonna be a big star someday"
Mama came to the door
With a teardrop in her eye
Johnny said, "Don't cry, Mama
Smile and wave goodbye"
Don't you know?
(Kertsi)
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know
Don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are
Johnny made a record
Went straight up to number one
Suddenly everyone loved
To hear him sing the song
Watchin' the world go by
Surprisin' it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him and said,
"Well, I made the big-time at last"
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
(Kertsi)
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know
Don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are
Johnny died one night, died in his bed
Bottle of whiskey, sleeping tablets by his head
Johnny's life passed him by like a warm summer day
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him play
(Kertsi)
Don't you know that You are a shooting star
Don't you know?
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you, don't you, don't you don't, you don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
"Who are you? How did you get in?" "Well, i'm the locksmith and.. I'm the locksmith." Pastilli? |  kivi
04.07.2005 03:09:38 | |
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Hm. Ehkä se on sitten 50-lukulainen hitti "Tell Laura I Love Her", koska imelämpää nyyhkysiirappia en osaa kuvitella. Laskelmointi kunniaan.
Myös "Livin' Next Door To Alice" ja se Dr. Hookin biisi jossa lauletaan "At the age of thirty-seven, she realized she'd never drive a sports car in Paris with a warm wind on her hair..." on aika nyyhkyjä.
Ylipäätään tuolta 50-60 -lukujen iskelmäpuolelta löytyy aika surkeita tarinoita.
:-D |  elbowski
04.07.2005 03:32:59 (muokattu 04.07.2005 03:33:19) | |
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Pantera - Hollow
What’s left inside him?
Don’t he remember us?
Can’t he believe me?
We seemed like bothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can’t feel...
No one knows
What’s done is done
It’s as if he were dead
I’m close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what’s remembered
It’s so important to make best friends in life
But it’s hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
No one knows
What’s done is done
It’s as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone now
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There’s no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at god
He as hollow as I converse
I wish he’d waken from this curse
Hear my words before it’s through
I want to come in after you
My best friend
He as hollow as I alone
Bind my idle hands, they only claw at me
Drown in emptiness, my soul is left to bleed
IMIK #25
Se en ollut minä, se oli pastilli?
Bella Italia #2 | |
Monestihan se on sellainen kappale jonka sanat ovat aikalailla suoraan omasta elämästä.
Joku Panteran Good Friends & Bottle of Pills voi olla jollekin aika traagista.
Tai sitten toista ääripäätä edustaa esim. Skid Rown In a Darkened Room
Bad whiskey is better than wine. | |
Kamelotin Don't you cry, jonka kitaristi Thomas Youngblood on säveltänyt ja sanoittanut kuolleelle isälleen.
"Don't you cry
Or suffer over me
I will be waiting for you
Don't you cry
Angels never fade away
I'll be watching over you
See you through"
"I've re-invented my image so many times that I'm in denial that I was originally an overweight Korean woman." -David Bowie
"Mitä vaikeampi tilanne on, sitä helpommin siitä selviää. Se on asennekysymys." -Ola Elo |  Juugeli
04.07.2005 05:45:52 (muokattu 04.07.2005 05:46:16) | |
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Tässä on minusta yksi surullisimpia ja muutenkin yksi parhaimmista lyriikoista. Kertoo nuoresta kaverista, joka lähetetään sotaan. Siinä vaiheessa kun kaveri menettää jalkansa, alkavat kyynelkanavatkin toimimaan.
The Pogues - And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?
Here we are nowhere, nowhere left to go/Here we are nowhere, maybe that's where we belong - Jake Burns
IHKK #3, IMIK #28, Bella Italia #8
Pastilli? | |
Pantera - Hollow
Tämä. :`)
Metallican onen voisi vielä lisätä:
I cant remember anything
cant tell if this is true or dream
deep down inside I feel to scream
this terrible silence stops me
now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
that there's not much left of me
nothing is real but pain now
hold my breath as I wish for death
oh please God, wake me
back in the womb it's much too real
in pumps life that i must feel
but can't look forward to reveal
look to the time when I'll live
fed through the tube that sticks in me
just like a wartime novelty
tied to machines that make me be
cut this life off from me
hold my breath as I wish for death
oh please God, wake me
now the world is gone I'm just one
oh God, help me hold my breath as I wish for death
darkness imprisoning me
all that I see
absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
trapped in myself
body my holding cell
landmine has taken my sight
taken my speech
taken my hearing
taken my arms
taken my legs
taken my soul
left me with life in hell | |
Se-yhtyeen ...ja me tehtiin rakkautta on tämän lajin ykkös-lp.
Less is more. | |
Judas Priest - Beyond the Realms of Death
He had enough
He couldn’t take anymore
He’d found a place
In his mind and slammed the door
No matter how they tried
They couldn’t understand
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! I’ve left the world behind
I’m safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
I’ll decide not you
Withdrawn he’d sit there
Stare blank into space
No sign of life
Would flicker on his face
Until one day he smiled
It seemed as though with pride
The wind kissed him
Goodbye - and then he died
Yeah! I’ve left the world behind
I’m safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
I’ll decide not you
Keep the world with all it’s sin
It’s not fit for livin’ in
Yeah! I will start again
It can take forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, but I’ll still win.
How many like him,
Are there still
But to us, all
Seem to have lost the will
They lie in thousands
Plagued and lost
Is nothing worth this bitter cost
Yeah! I’ve left the world behind
I’m safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
I’ll decide not youkeep the world with all it’s sin
It’s not fit for livin’ in
Beyond the realms of death.
THV-klubi #3
>-)))> #3
MegaMan Club #005 - Top Man | |
YUP:n Nyrkkeilijä on melko traaginen tapaus, ja samaten Trio Niskiksen Elegia.
Unohtamatta tietenkään Suvannossa ylpeä ilme -saagaa (jos joku ei tiedä että tämä on Nollapisteen niin hus sika metsään).
"Life is only about fucking and staying online." - Jim Goldworth | |
Anatheman Judgement-levyltä löytyy surullisia kappaleita. Tosin ei ehkä tarinoita. Useat levyn kappaleethan on kirjoitettu heidän edesmenneelle äidille.
WASPin What I'll Never Find myös surullinen viimeinen viesti:
BIlly to Jesse
Time to go away
Down a road I cannot hide
Will I have no name
For destiny's I cannot find
Will I wander alone
Forever's lonely road of time
Am I looking for what
I'll never find
Did you call my name
I will be leaving from this dream
Can you feel the pain
Slowly leaving me
Will you hold my hand
And ease me to the other side
Am I looking for what
I'll never find
Can you hear me
Can you hear me in the night
Will you feel me
If you leave me will I cry?
Can you hear me
Can you feel me say goodbye | |
Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds: Song of Joy.
Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man and his family
And I swear that it is true
Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
She was a sweet and happy thing
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the spring
I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
Or what life had in store
But all things move toward their end
All things move toward their their end
On that you can be sure
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many days to follow
She grew so sad and lonely
Became Joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set sail
Farewell happy fields
Where joy forever dwells
* Hail horrors hail *
Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often I've asked that question
Well, then in quick succession
We had babies, one, two, three
We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
They were their mother's children
Their eyes were bright blue jewels
And they were quiet as a mouse
There was no laughter in the house
No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick friend
I was a doctor then
Joy and the girls were on their own
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Joy had been bound with electrical tape
In her mouth a gag
She'd been stabbed repeatedly
And stuffed into a sleeping bag
In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived home
Said to the police on the telephone
Someone's taken four innocent lives
They never caught the man
He's still on the loose
It seems he has done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote "his red right hand"
That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost
The wind round here gets wicked cold
But my story is nearly told
I fear the morning will bring quite a frost
And so I've left my home
I drift from land to land
I am upon your step and you are a family man
Outside the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend this small favour, friend
Would be the sum of earthly bliss
Do you reckon me a friend?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon
Do you, sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me in?
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Mutta ihan yhtä hyvin olis voinut laittaa myös Where the wild roses grow- tai The kindness of strangers -biisin sanat. Johnny Cashin biisi (en nyt muista onko kipale Johnnyn oma, mutta ainakin hän on sen levyttänyt) toisessa maailmansodassa taistelleesta intiaanista nimeltä Ira Hayes on niinikään aikas lailla traaginen.
Älä lähesty minua, lakeija, haitari olalla. Bella Italia #1
MegaMan Club #002 - Quiff Man | |
Pearl Jamin - Jeremy on myös traaginen. Se kertoo tositarinan amerikkalaisesta kiusatusta koulupojasta, joka ampuu itsensä koululuokan edessä.
"When you got nothing you got nothing to lose." |  McNulty
04.07.2005 10:46:50 (muokattu 04.07.2005 10:50:43) | |
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Nuo rokki-vuodatukset... :)
Mutta joltain rap-osastolta löytyy aika kovia tarinoita... enkä puhu nyt mistään Dr.Dre:stä räppäämässä "Back in the hood" :) Kärsii jotenkin sen uskottavuus kun kartanon seinällä joku 40 platinalättyä :)
Mutta esim. joku Soulja Slim oli kova... kaverihan ammuttiinkin tässä pari vuotta takaperin.
"Only 25 at the time, the New Orleans rapper was shot to death in front of his home on November 26, 2003."
Hieman eri meininkiä kuin joku "eukko jätti, koira lähti, auto vietiin..."-vuodatusta.
I thank the Lord I got my mind right
My lifestyle was drastic
Tryin' to avoid the casket
Don't want my son to be a bastard
But y'all wouldn't know
But I seen that a couple of times
The Lord talked to me
Told me put the foolishness behind
It's not worth dying
Tryin' to represent where ya come from
Or makin' beef, because you feel like your that big G
I went the same way, but today, I'm on a higher level
I'm on a paper chase and runnin' behind it like a rebel
I want it all
So me and my mama can ball
The only one that pushed me up, in my downfall
And my pop, been in penitentiaries
10 wasted years
My mama wasted tears
But she brought me up, by herself, without no help
Used to catch whippings with a leather belt
But that ain't stop nothin'
I was a Soulja always into stuff
Elementary school I'm cuttin'
Gettin' caught wrote on the B roll
Mama, come sign me out
I don't like these phony people
Down here to come sign me out
Come bomb me out central lockup
I shoulda put the glock up
And the two quarters I rocked up
"I have tried so fuckin' many tubeamps and they all sound like some fuckin' AC/DC... except Krank" - Darrell Lance Abbott | |
Hector: Lumi teki enkelin eteiseen
http://kotisivu.dnainternet.fi/kaku … anat/lumi_teki_enkelin_eteiseen.txt
"Etsin itseäni, mmm." | |
Metallican Onen lyriikat ovat kieltämättä loistavat. Vielä enemmän kuitenkin pidän seuraavasta:
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Harry Chapin (?) - Cats in the cradle
My child arrived just the other day
Came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
He was talkin' 'fore I knew it
And as he grew he said,
'I'm gonna be like you, dad,
You know I'm gonna be like you.
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'when you comin' home? '
'son, I don't know when. we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then.
Well, my son turned ten just the other day.
He said, 'thanks for the ball, dad. come on, let's play.
Could you teach me to throw?
I said, 'not today. I got a lot to do.
He said, 'that's okay.' and he walked away and he smiled and he said,
'you know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him.
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'when you comin' home? '
'son, I don't know when. we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then.
Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
'I'm proud of you. could you sit for a while?
He shook his head and he said with a smile,
'what I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. can I have them please ?
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'when you comin' home? '
'son, I don't know when. we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then.
I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
'I'd like to see you, if you don't mind.
He said, 'I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
But it's sure nice talkin' to you, dad.
It's been sure nice talkin' to you.
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'when you comin' home? '
'son, I don't know when. we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then.
"Music is a safe kind of high" - Jimi Hendrix |  Aerodactev
04.07.2005 11:42:52 (muokattu 04.07.2005 11:43:12) | |
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Aamund och Kettil,
tvenne prästermän skulle bada bastu
Då hördes muller och brak, helvetiskt knak från deras farstu. In kom trollen med jävla fart, skogens oknytt i all sin prakt,
Aamund fick öron avskurna,
Kettil fick sig tills bastun SPRACK!
:(
Long = progressive = good
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YUP:n Nyrkkeilijä on melko traaginen tapaus
Unohtamatta tietenkään Suvannossa ylpeä ilme -saagaa
Jep nämä
Käynks mä täällä usein? |  Naama-amis
04.07.2005 11:57:21 (muokattu 04.07.2005 11:59:18) | |
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Kyllä se Metallican One on oikeasti surullisin, jonka tiedän. Monesti olen ajatellut, että millainenhan fiilis olisi ollut silloin kun ensi kerran tuon kuulin, jos puhuisin englantia äidinkielenäni. Kun ilmankin tuo kappale aiheutti ihan uskomattoman tunneskaala-hyökyaallon. Aivan jumalaista tuossa on vielä se, miten musiikki ja sanat kietoutuvat tuossa yhteen aivan täydellisesti. Ja miten koko kappale on yhtä pientä poikkeusta lukuunottamatta mielestäni sellainen, ettei parantamisen varaa ole.
Se Kyllikinn ja Nick Caven esittämä villiruusurallikin on jokseenkin surku.
Huhhahhei ja rommia pullo.
Bella Italia tifoso #3 THV-klubi #4 | |
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