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Gillar också Lasse. Och jag och Lasse har en sak gemensam, båda två gillar Ani Difranco... Vet inte om du har hört den här låten innan, men jag misstänker att du känner igen den

Vackert och roligt Markus Krunegård är en av alla artister som jag har tänkt kolla upp "snart"... Men det blir tyvärr inte lika ofta som jag vandrar ned till skivbutiken och lyssnar på nya skivor nu för tiden. Nu var jag dock "tvungen" att hitta låten på youtube. Väldigt vackert som sagt.

puff!

Visst är det kul. Men, men... Vi textjunkies får la ligga i så kanske andra hänger på

Är bara tvungen att skriva en text till. Tom Waits fantastiska "Road To Peace" Politik kan vara vackert!

Young Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay) was only 18 years old,
He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home.
And his mother held his photograph, opening the New York Times
To see the killing has intensified along the road to peace

There was a tall, thin boy with a whispy moustache disguised as an orthodox Jew
On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two
And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away
With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace

Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14a
In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
And the last thing that he said on earth is "God is great and God is good"
And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace

Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon
Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant
And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed, tears wide open
And it killed his wife and his three year old child leaving only blackened skeletons

It's found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes and they waved them in front of the cameras
But Israel says they did not know that his wife and child were in the car
There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV
Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace

Israel launched it's latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday
Two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers
So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians
They fill the children full of hate to fight an old man's war and die upon the road to peace

"And this is our land we will fight with all our force" say the Palastinians and the Jews
Each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance
If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out
And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost out along the road to peace

Once Kissinger said "we have no friends, America only has interests"
Now our president wants to be seen as a hero and he's hungry for re-election
But Bush is reluctant to risk his future in the fear of his political failures
So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press 10,000 miles from the road to peace

In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy
He was an excellent student, he studied so hard, it was as if he had a future
He told his mother that he had a test that day out along the road to peace

The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace
But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army with guns and tanks and bullets?
And if God is great and God is good why can't he change the hearts of men?
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
Maybe God himself is lost and needs help
He's out upon the road to peace

Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
And he's lost upon the road to peace
And he's lost upon the road to peace
Out upon the road to peace.

oj, va lång den är! Sorry Hoppas någon orkar läsa allt!

Klockren text!

Tråden känns plötsligt lite mer komplett. Vi kan ju inte ha en tråd om bra texter utan lite Morrissey. För egen del är jag tacksam att han inspirerade en av sveriges just nu vassaste författare (John Ajvide Lindqvist) att skriva en av mina absoluta favoritböcker - Låt den rätte komma in

Haha! Blir glad av att några till delar med sig.

Musik är ju bra till så mycket. Men när jag behöver muntras upp, eller när jag är tokglad och behöver någon att dela glädjen med eller bara vill ha musik att studsa som en lycklig fåne till, då finns det inget bättre än Bob Hund. Svårt att välja mellan alla deras underbara låtar, men jag valde Düsseldorf (och ibland tror jag att det inte finns någon låt som beskriver hur jag upplever världen så bra som den):

Jag gillar sånt
som ingen bryr sig om
Stopp! Stopp!

När jag blir nyfiken står tiden still
Då blir jag pigg och orkar lite till
När jag blir nyfiken står tiden still
Då blir jag pigg och orkar lite till

En enkel fråga:
Varför är det så?
-Jag har ingen aning
Men det roar mig ändå

Just nu känns de här raderna ur LeMarcs sång "prinsessan av september" väldigt viktiga för mig:

"When you´re on the outside
baby and you can´t get in
I willl show you you´re so much
better then you know
Whem you´re lost and you´re alone
and you can´t get back again
I will find you, darling and
I´ll bring you home

And if you want to cry
I am here to dry you´re eyes
And in no time
You´ll be fine

(...)

Oh, when you are cold
I´ll be there
Hold you tight to me
Oh, when you´re low
I´ll be there
By you´re side, baby"

För min fru har just börjat få värkar! OH MY GOD!

NEJ! Inte från Prinsessan av september, utan av Sades By your side!!!

Snurrig just nu...

Det där gillade jag!

Själv blev jag lite kärleksfull nu, så det får bli en romantisk liten visa av Waits (som handlar om hans fru sedan 25 år) :

Johnsburg, Illinois

She's my only true love
she's all that I think of
look here in my wallet
that's her
She grew up on a farm there
there's a place on my arm
where I've written her name
next to mine
you see I just can't
live without her
and I'm her only boy
and she grew up outside McHenry
in Johnsburg, Illinois

Som sagt, blev romantisk nu. Och då måste jag ju dela med mig av tidernas kanske vackraste kärlekslåt (också Waits, SORRY ) Han är ju inte bara cynisk, den gode Tom, utan precis som jag är han en romantisk tok med:

Take It With Me

Phone's off the hook
No one knows where we are
It's a long time since I
Drank champagne
The ocean is blue
As blue as your eyes
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Old long since gone
Now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
Ain't no good thing
Ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Far far away a train
Whistle blows
Wherever you're goin
Wherever you've been
Waving good bye at the end
Of the day
You're up and you're over
And you're far away

Always for you, and
Forever yours
It felt just like the old days
We fell asleep on Beaula's porch
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

All broken down by
The side of the road
I was never more alive or
Alone
I've worn the faces off
All the cards
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Children are playing
At the end of the day
Strangers are singing
On our lawn
It's got to be more
Than flesh and bone
All that you're loved
Is all you own

In a land there's a town
And in that town there's
A house
And in that house
There's a woman
And in that woman
There's a hart I love
I'm gonna take it
With me when I go
I'm gonna take it
With me when I go

Älskar Hurt!

Fast man är ju inte alltid romantisk, ibland är man arg med:

BOOM!

I?ve been walking through your streets,
Where all your money?s earning, Where all your building?s crying,
And clueless neckties working, Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears, Desensitized by TV,
Overbearing advertising, God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures, Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information, For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering, Your neighbor, what a guy.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb, You kill the god your child has born.
BOOM, BOOM,BOOM, BOOM

Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations, Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations, Puppeting your frustrations, With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money, Nobody gives a fuck
4000 hungry children die per hour, from starvation,
while billions spent on bombs,
create death showers.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb, You kill the god your child has born.
BOOM, BOOM,BOOM, BOOM
BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM

Why,why,why,why must we kill,kill,kill,kill, our own,own,own,own kind??

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Every time you drop the bomb, You kill the god your child has born.
BOOM, BOOM,BOOM, BOOM
BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM
Every time you drop the bomb.

/System of a down