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Ah.... þessi þráður var bara skemmtilegur. Gefur frá sér vellíðunarstunu
Endilega reynum að endurvekja hann.
Þessi text hefur alltaf verið í miklu uppáhaldi hjá mér
Ég byggði mér hús við hafið og hafið sagði ókey
hér er ég og ég heiti --- Hudson Bay.
Í kvöldins hægláta húmi er heyrði ég bylgjunnar sog
þannig er þessi heimur --- það er og.
Og hjarta mitt fylltist af friði og farmannsins dreymnu ró
ég hugsaði um allt sem ég unni --- og þó.
Í nótt mun ég krókna úr kulda í kofa við Hudson Bay,
þú mikli eilífi andi --- ókey
Enda Steinn Steinarr ekkert annað en snillingur, þrátt fyrir dafl við atóm"ljóða"gerð
Gaman að sjá svona upprisu.
Öðlingarnir í Iron Maiden hafa oft dælt frá sér góðum textum. Þetta á ekki síðst við ballöðurnar bassaleikarans Steve Harris. Þó honum hafi oft tekist vel upp í textasmíðinni held ég að Hallowed Be Thy Name beri alla vega höfuð, ef ekki herðar, yfir öll hin lögin, að þeim ólöstuðum.
Textinn passar skemmtilega vel við lagið, sem byrjar rólega en byggir svo upp kraft þegar á líður - í takt við tíma fangans, sem óðum rennur út.
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sight
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be that there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying?
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't I believe that there never is an end?
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul 'cause its willing to fly away
Mark my words, please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
Já, textinn smellpassar við dót sem er flott. En eru menn ekki bara almennt ánægðir annars, eða er ég að misskilja eitthvað?
Ég fékk það lúmskt á tilfinninguna Styður báðum höndum á mjaðmir, hallar sér aftur og hlær eins djúpum hlátri og unnt er
En ég ákvað bara að spyrja, enda hitti ég fyrir Japana áðanxT
Ég var einusinni að vinna með japana. Ég var að vinna á lyftara í síld, hann var kallaður Takasýni.
Ég kallaði þessa Megamu, enda sagði hún það nafn sitt. Annars komst ég að því að motaka er næstum því það sama og móttaka, þ.e. að gefa=þveröfugt en ég meina undandi líkindi. Gaman þýðir þolinmæði. Ég skemmti mér og fann enga lykt af Kryddíld né blaðamannafundi
Ég finn hinsvegar einhverja lykt af þessu innleggi....veit ekki hvað samt Glottir eins og fífl
Ég fæ gæsahúð við að hlusta á þennan texta... Bubbi -þú veist það núna (Englar alheimsins)
Þú veist það núna þínir dagar og draumar
duttu ekki af himnum ofan.
Nei ekki heldur dulafullir dópaðir draumar
sem dróu þig aftur heim í kofann.
Hvar fiskar synda sólarmegin í skugganum
með sólgleraugu og panamahatt.
Það varst þú sjálfur, sofandi í skugganum
sökkvandi í tómið ekki satt.
Núna ertu kominn heim, hingað fóru þeir með þig
þú vissir að raunveruleikinn var tapaður leikur.
Þú veist það núna þessir námumenn heilans
nota lyfin í staðin fyrir orð
síðan skríða þeir inn í innstu afkima hjartans
og hrópa maður fyrir borð.
Þannig takirðu ekki sundtökin sjálfur
þá sekkurðu í djúpið eins og steinn.
Og læknirinn muldrar þessi maður er aðeins hálfur.
Síðan ertu skilinn eftir einn.
Þú veist það núna héðan mun enginn snúa aftur.
Allir dagar eru dagurinn í gær.
Með talfærin lömuð og í limum enginn kraftur.
Lyfin færðu þig stöðugt fjær.
Þeir sögðu: Við fundum hann fyrir stuttu síðan
fullan af sól en ískaldan.
Og ég vissi að þannig vildirðu losna við kvíðann.
Varlega eitt skref síðan tók þig aldan.
Núna ertu kominn heim, hingað fóru þeir með þig
þú vissir að raunveruleikinn var tapaður leikur.
... Hörður Torfa - Lítill fugl
Lítill söngfugl flýgur hátt
yfir heimsins borgum.
Hann er einn að leita að
lausn á mannsins sorgum.
Alltof lengi hefur hann
horft á manninn fitla.
Af tómri græðgi á kjánaskap
eitra heiminn litla.
Fljúgðu fugl minn, fljúgðu hátt,
ofar öllu eitri.
Fljúgðu fugl minn, fljúgðu hærra,
ofar litum regnbogans.
Fljúgðu fugl minn, fljúgðu hærra
á meðan heimur stígur trylltan dans.
Lítill söngfugl flýgur hratt
berst gegn niðurlotum.
Hann er að tapa fluginu
með brjóstið fullt af skotum.
Söngfuglinn er orðinn hás
hann veldur fáum tónum.
Hann hefur dapur hallað sér
á fjallið langt frá sjónum.
Svo, fljúgðu fugl minn...
Litli söngfugl syngdu lag
um von og gleði þína.
Færðu heimi trú og styrk,
láttu ljós þitt skína.
Litli söngfugl lifðu vel,
þú veist hvar ég á heima.
Og ég mun aldrei gleyma því
sem þú baðst mig geyma.
Fljúgðu fugl minn...
Að lokum meistarinn sjálfur... Megas
Í skoti utan í grjótinu
anganþrungnu, þríhyrndu
hvar þrifnaðar stundar biggi óstórar vandanir.
Og í pakkhúsi við höfnina,
hlandgræna dröfnina
þar eru helvítis göfugir kamrar, hurða andvanir.
En þar gái ég mér á lókinn með göfgina í sálinni,
gulir eru straumar þínir hland mitt í skálinni.
Og aldrei tappa þar háklerkar
af, nei, þetta eru lágkamrar.
Allskyns lausapakks og ræfla hlandvanir.
En sértu nú alveg í spreng
og hún keyri þig í keng,
klerkur minni, dökk eða ljós þar fæst ekki leyfi slíkar landanir.
En þar gái ég mér á lókinn með göfgina í sálinni,
gulir eru straumar þínir hland mitt í skálinni.
Bláir eru dalirnir þínir byggð mín í Norðurmýri.
Afskaplega óræður texti.
Leiðin okkar allra
Ég ætla mér, út að halda
Örlögin valda því.
Mörgum á ég, greiða að gjalda
Það er gömul saga og ný.
Guð einn veit, hvert leið mín liggur
Lífið svo flókið er.
Oft ég er, í hjarta hryggur
En ég harka samt af mér.
Eitt lítið knús, elsku mamma
Áður en ég fer.
Nú er ég kominn til að kveðja
Ég kem aldrei framar hér.
Er mánaljósið, fegrar fjöllin
Ég feta veginn minn.
Dyrnar opnar draumahöllin
Og dregur mig þar inn
Ég þakkir sendi, sendi öllum
Þetta er kveðja mín
Ég mun ganga á þessum vegi
Uns lífsins dagur dvín
the beer eftir Kimya Dawson.
the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog
and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off
you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye
i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire
he came home on acid i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome
he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend
i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head
then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull
i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall
i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits
when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit
and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines
i ate every single one without noticing the mold
you said you're gross my darling, i said no i'm rock and roll
even though i'd never ever been in a band
i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain
and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor's pills
we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill
then i peed my pants and you stole the groom's cigar
and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car
when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor
you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64
and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam
and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d
and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out
i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth
evan dando never planned on telling you the truth
and your leonardo i.d. card is your fountain of youth
you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life
just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife
i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck
he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck
first i cried for him and then i cried for me
haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be
but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands
and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand
and the silver pink pony kisses me and says
you've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy
Einstaklega gæsahúðarvaldandi.
Grágrímur, værirðu til í að þýða þetta? Ég kann ekki dönsku.
the beer eftir Kimya Dawson.
the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog
and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off
you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye
i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire
he came home on acid i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome
he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend
i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head
then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull
i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall
i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits
when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit
and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines
i ate every single one without noticing the mold
you said you're gross my darling, i said no i'm rock and roll
even though i'd never ever been in a band
i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain
and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor's pills
we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill
then i peed my pants and you stole the groom's cigar
and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car
when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor
you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64
and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam
and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d
and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out
i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth
evan dando never planned on telling you the truth
and your leonardo i.d. card is your fountain of youth
you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life
just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife
i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck
he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck
first i cried for him and then i cried for me
haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be
but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands
and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand
and the silver pink pony kisses me and says
you've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy
Einstaklega gæsahúðarvaldandi.
Hmmm.... Mad Dog 20/20 verður seint kallað bjór...