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19th-Jun-2006 12:14 am - 'Just like Heaven', the Cure
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Just like Heaven

Show me
Show me
Show me
How you do that trick
The one that makes me scream
She said
The one that makes me laugh
She said
And threw her arms around my neck

Show me how you do it
And I promise you
I promise that I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways i had
To make her glow
Why are you so far away?
She said
Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you?
That I'm in love with you?

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
You're just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself
Alone
Alone
Alone
Above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven


Transcribed by musicaestvita
19th-Jun-2006 12:12 am - 'Circles', Apulanta
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Circles

Life in this world with codes of bars
Feels like you're a fly trapped in a jar
The walls just keep on closing in
So fucking cheap is everything

Run around in circles all your life
Doing all those things you don't know why
All the faith in good been burned by fire
But you know you must keep crawling on and on

There's nothing more than shades of gray
No feeling in those brand new scales
Screams just get louder in your brain
We ride on deeper down the drain

Run around in circles all your life
Doing all those things you don't know why
All the faith in good been burned by fire
But you know you must keep crawling on and on

Run around in circles all your life
Doing all those things you don't know why
All the faith in good been burned by fire
But you know you must keep crawling on

Run around in circles all your life
Doing all those things you don't know why
All the faith in good been burned by fire
But you know you must keep crawling on

Run around in circles all your life
Doing all those things you don't know why
All the faith in good been burned by fire
But you know you must keep crawling on and on
On and on
On and on
On and on
On and on
On and on


Transcribed by musicaestvita
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I Woke up in a Car

I woke up in New York City
From my sleep behind the wheel
Caught a train to Poughkeepsie
And time stood still
She wrote me a letter from San Diego
To qualify her luck
These flights connect through Arizona
But I think I'll stay stuck
So here I am
Here I am

Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I woke up in a car

I met a girl who kept tattoos
For homes that she had loved
If I were her I'd paint my body
'til all my skin was gone
She wrote me a letter
As we passed through Rockford
She said she won't forget
Maybe I do maybe I don't
But I know I haven't yet
So here I am
Here I am

Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I woke up in a car

And maybe I could live forever
If not ever I had known
That you'd be waiting there whenever
I am all alone
But here I am

Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys

Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I woke up in a car
I woke up in a car


Transcribed by musicaestvita
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Dynamit

Dynamit!
(det är inte den skiten vi säljer)
(vi har bomber och vi har granater)

alla vill minnas den store Alfred Nobel
han är en stor svensk hjälte
konsten att spränga gjorde han industriell
jag menar big big business

alla vill glömma bort Boforsaffären
långt bort i Indialand
exporten ska rulla på längden och tvären
vi får ju tänka på jobben

vi skryter å skräpper och kallar oss en fredens nation
sen gnuggar vi händer för varje såld kanon

alla vill minnas den store Alfred Nobel
han lever kvar efter slutet
alla vill glömma Bofors mutkarusell
där dom gör kulor på krutet

det blir nog bra om vi säljer bort 39 Gripen
skrattar gott, läser högt ur exportstatistiken
för oss i tiden, yes i'm from sweden
vi hör aldrig skriken, ingen stank från liken
ingenstans sig likt, rent å tyst, lugnt å snyggt
historien är dunkelt byggd
för svensk järnmalm blev nazisters kanoner
staten tjäna in en massa av Hitlers kronor
så vår välfärd den bygger på bland annat detta
i vår värld är vi trygga, å då kan det fortsätta
alla tvättäkta jesusälskande män
som tjänar en spänn
och sket i vem som hälsade hem
för man bygger bara vapen om man har lust å mörda
och sår du ett frö så är det väl klart du ska skörda
det är klart vi ska sjunga till melodin som bomberna visslar
kulorna viner vackert även i fulaste tider
ni vet

dynamit nu till reapris
vi stöder erat krig, vi behöver mera flis
bygg en bomb, så kan ni spränga nån
här köp ett plan, så har ni nåt att släppa den från

dynamit nu till reapris
vi stöder erat krig, vi behöver mera flis
bygg en bomb, så kan ni spränga nån
här köp ett plan, så har ni nåt att släppa den från

veckla ut den!

alla vill minnas den store alfred nobel
speciellt i december
hans gåva till världen blev ståtligt cermoniell
åååh vilken glans å ära

alla vill glömma Gripen som dala
det var en osnygg manöver
Saab köpte celsius vem får betala
främmande fattiga offer

kriget som business det är en sjuk idé
verktyg för våld kan inte, bygga fred

alla vill minnas den store alfred nobel
han som prisade freden
ingen vet nånting alls om nån hemlig kartell
dem har svurit dyra eden

vi vill gärna vara
så kallat neutrala
vi vill bevara
vår livsstil utom fara
tänker bara på
jobben å pengarna vi sparar
men i tredje världens länder
hänger människor i snaran
för blodröd blir även detta
seklets färg, när sverige
rear ut sitt raketgevär
planeten är, stor nog
ond eller god
beror på var du bor
och på vilken gud du tror
så Bofors kammar hem en stor pott
säljer döden till bödeln
och hävdar ändå att dom inte gjort nåt
Saabplan skrämmer nog Iraks barn
Nobel kemi ligger i
och vrider på sin gaskran
glasklart va Bildts oljebolag
inte medla någon fred
dom vill ha våld i Sudan
det blir giriga händer
smutsiga bukar med vidriga vänner
till krigiska länder
det är tiden ni erkänner att

dynamit nu till reapris
vi stöder erat krig, vi behöver mera flis
bygg en bomb, så kan ni spränga nån
här köp ett plan, så har ni nåt att släppa den från

dynamit nu till reapris
vi stöder erat krig, vi behöver mera flis
bygg en bomb, så kan ni spränga nån
här köp ett plan, så har ni nåt att släppa den från

alla vill minnas den store alfred nobel
(jadå)

konsten att spränga gjorde han industriell
(det vet vi)

alla vill glömma bort boforsaffären
(huh huh)

exporten ska rulla på längden och tvären
(alla bomber och granater)
24th-Apr-2006 03:37 am - 'São Paulo Rain', Tom McRae
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São Paulo Rain

There's always a party on Funeral Row
Where the cross flashes red to the street
And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans
He's grazing the surface of sleep
The vultures on Main Street are eyeing you up
Calculating the weight of your bones
And midnight graffiti appears on your door
So we all can sleep safe in our homes

And the storms in the distance hold no rain
And I feel my resistance giving way

Shelter me from this sky
Dance with me one last time
São Paulo rain
São Paulo rain

Do not disturb this blood-red earth
There's giants sleeping beneath
And carnival queens on their deathbed scenes
All go through the motions of grief
Take another hit
Let the bottle slip through your fingers and
Break like a promise made
The day I remember
My heart I will keep
My voice I surrender
And I will not speak to lie

We were so alive
We were so alive

Shelter me from this sky
Dance with me one last time
São Paulo rain
São Paulo rain


Transcribed by musicaestvita
24th-Apr-2006 02:51 am - 'Still Lookin', Looptroop
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Still Lookin'

I'm feelin' stressed there's a stone in my chest
I'm miles away from performin' my best
I gotta open up, let go of that weight
Fast before my past is catchin' up the pace
I didn't wanna leave, I just had to
Never knew how you felt about it, forgot to ask you
I'm glad for the time we had, those years were the finest
But I can't live in a world full of blindness
What I'm lookin' for can't be found here
The place I wanna go to ain't around here
So I'm leaving, ain't no packing needed
If there's a better place to live I gotta see it
Maybe I am looking for love
or maybe I'm just sick of this world
Don't matter, if I said I cared I would lie
This ain't the time for bad theories about why
So don't try to figure it out
You can't 'cause if I could I wouldn't be where I'm now
Just live your life and take it easy my friend
The future is ahead to come and we'll meet again


Source: Looptroop's official website, checked by musicaestvita
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Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life
(Eric Idle)

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best

And
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and dance and smile and sing
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing

And
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the bright side of life

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow
Forget about your sin
Give the audience a grin
Enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow

So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of spit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true
You'll see it's all a show
Keep on laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you

And
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the right side of life
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the right side of life (repeat until fade)
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
(I mean, what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing, you're going back to nothing. What have you lost? Nothing!)
(Nothing will come from nothing, you know what they say!)
(Cheer up, you old bugger! Come on, give us a grin! There you are!)
(See, it's nearly the end of the record you'll be listening to another tune in a minute!)
(Alright, so your girlfriend's just run off with an Argentinean polo player!)
(Okay, your husband just decamped with the babysitter! And he's from Norway.)
(Alright, so your team's losing fifteen-nil at home to Barnet! It's not the end of the world, is it? Come on, cheer up!)
(Moan, moan, moan, that's what people do these day. Especially you old people. If all you're going to do is sit around and moan they should take your teeth away!)
(Now, come on girls, put a kettle on, have a nice cup of tea. That's it!)
(Alright, come on, you groovy discjockey, better get this rubbish off now.)


Transcribed by musicaestvita
23rd-Apr-2006 09:20 pm - 'Inherited Scars', Sage Francis
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Inherited Scars
(Paul Francis)

"I wanna show you something," she said
As if I had built up enough trust in her
To the point where she could show me
The type of thing that she had to first
Introduce by saying she wanted to show it
Instead of just showing it
Like "look!" and I'm like, "don't feel like looking"
Like the uninterested type
So I said, "alright, show that shit"
But with a little bit more respect and reservation
It was my sister for christ's sakes
So I'm waiting for a followup line
It usually always is the same
It's like "I wanna show you something"
Kind of runs in the same vein as
Statements like "you can't tell anyone"
And then promises are made and secrets are kept

I ain't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mum's the word still
I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Hurdles are getting knocked down, I'm running a losing race
Your legs aren't the only ones marked up, how many dreams have you chased?
If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn't have to write like I do
Except I use paper instead of my body now, it's something you might want to try too
From haikus to horror stories, it's something in our blood that we share
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there
My facial expression said I didn't care
Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared
Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
My feeble attempt at being a strong big brother doing father figure eights
Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
Listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone
But what's with the choice of words? And the body parts that you decided to tag them on?

I'm a vagabond who moved to modern day Babylon and back again
With minimal contact and you know I can't ask your mom what's happening
You've got such beautiful gifts, what are you doing ruining the packaging?
How ironic come to think I probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more
You dropped anchor in a place where dreams go to die and keeping your ass indoors
I'm asking for you to stick it out and see things through
You're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you

(just between me and you)
(just between me and you)
(just between me and you)

So that's what I'ma do
(just between me and you)
And wait for my cue

If I could have been there from the beginning, if I could be there right now
If I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?
Is it my place to put a smile on your face?
Could I erase your body language telling you it's all been said before?
Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
Add them to my collection while smiling
Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin

(If I could have been there from the beginning)
(If I could be there right now)
(If I could promise to be there when you need me)
(Give me a shout)

Hiding your sins well, I see the hell that your limbs speak
Tongue in cheek, lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
The strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak
No matter the length of the needle, marking up one's body is so much more than skin deep
Feel the pin prick; the grim reap what they sow and you're trained to say that you're fine
Your threshhold for pain is greater than mine
I'm waiting in the line that you give me patiently,
While you get cut in the lines that they make you wait in, in ways that they can't see
If there's a vacancy as far as room in your life goes
say it to me and don't do it with a knife under your clothes
'Cause the anguish of hidden skin is letting my ghosts be shown
Plus the language that it's written in hits especially close to home
I'm most alone when I'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain
You might just aim for a day when it's raining to strike a vein and take my name in
Changing your uniform and altering your mind set
Has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet?
I bet
I know the dialect, it's nowhere I haven't been before
With skin that's sore, battle scars that rise from our inner war
Are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance
And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence proving the pain and hurt is relative

(All this pain and hurt is relative)
(All this pain and hurt is relative)
(All this pain and hurt is relative)
(All this pain and hurt is relative)
(All this pain and hurt is relative)

If I could have been there from the beginning, if I could be there right now
If I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?
Is it my place to put a smile on your face?
Could I erase your body language telling you it's all been said before?
Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
And add them to my collection while smiling
Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin

If I could have been there from the beginning
If I could be there right now
If I could promise to be there when you need me
(When you need me)
(When you need me)
Give me a shout

If I could have been there from the beginning
If I could be there right now
If I could promise to be there when you need me
(When you need me)
(When you need me)
Give me a shout


Source: Sage Francis' official website, checked by musicaestvita
23rd-Apr-2006 03:12 pm - 'E20 Norr', Millencolin
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E20 Norr
(Nikola Sarcevic)

Driver omkring här i linné, jag söker någon sorts egen livskvalité
Ingen människa ser mig men en dag som den här känns det bra
Jag vet jag måste göra min grej, spelar ingen roll vad folk säger mig
Det är nu eller aldrig, det är allt på ett kort
Att det är nu eller aldrig gör steget för stort
Det ser ut som jag får vänta för evigt för att få nånting gjort

När ska jag leva mitt liv för mig, gör dom saker jag tror på?
När ska jag våga vara mig själv och fånga dom drömmar jag vill nå
Så när kommer jag leva mitt liv för mig?

Jag når Örat, jag kör E 20 norr, det är stan i mitt hjärta av lycka och sorg
Men alla dom drömmar jag har, finns ej där
Jag måste ta en chans i mitt liv, måste på det där tåget innan det går förbi
Men jag förblir passiv står kvar där jag är
Fast jag sagt till mig själv; jag gör det, jag svär
Jag vet att det är tragiskt att inte leva så som man lär

När ska jag leva mitt liv för mig, göra dom saker jag tror på?
När ska jag våga vara mig själv och fånga dom drömmar jag vill nå
Så när kommer jag leva mitt liv för mig?

Så säg att du förstår mig
Säg att du känner dig lika liten som jag
Säg att du förstår mig, och jag gör det idag

När ska jag leva mitt liv för mig, gör dom saker jag tror på?
När ska jag våga vara mig själv och fånga dom drömmar jag vill nå
Ja, det är sant, jag måste börja tro på mig själv det är inte för sent för nånting
Så när kommer jag leva mitt liv för mig?
När ska jag våga vara mig själv
Så kanske att jag lever mitt liv för mig?


Source: Millencolin's official website, checked by musicaestvita
23rd-Apr-2006 04:38 am - 'Unlike Me', by Kate Havnevik
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Unlike Me
(Kate Havnevik)

There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present nor for the future
All I know is that I'm here
Don't know for how long
I love the way you live so intensely
Enjoy every minute of life
With space to swing your arms around
Laughing loudly

Unlike me
Unlike me
Do you think I'm strange

Unlike you
Unlike you
I am not pretending

There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
Time doesn't really exist

The past, the present and the future
Are all side by side hand in hand
You move and change
Yet you go nowhere
Everything stays the same
You stare at me and ask me questions
Makes me nervous
This room it keeps a constant tone
While I'm on a rollercoaster

Unlike me
Unlike me
Do you think I'm strange

Unlike you
Unlike you
I am not pretending

There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
Time doesn't really exist


Source: Kate Havnevik's MySpace page, checked by musicaestvita
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