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Skjult ID med pseudonym hansomspør on. 18 juni 01:12

Hva med en tråd med gode tekster?

Here r den jeg hører en del på for tiden. Tror den passer bra her:

Madrugada; Valley of Deception:

When you wake up in the morning
I’m still sleeping by your side
Last night’s sweetness drifts from your fingers
Sweetness lingers and we must hide.
All the loving and the longing
We’re still hungry, yes , and we’re running
and in the valley of deception
that’s where I’ve gone
Yes in the valley of deception
that’s where I lied down.

In the arms of sweet deception
I will rest my stupid head
Off tide arrested
yes and you can trust me
And I trust anything
that I have said
Do you love me let me hear it
Do you want me I need the feeling
’cause in the valley of deception
That’s where I’ve gone.
Yes in the valley of deception
That’s where I ’ve gone,
where I’ve gone
Yes in the valley of deception
That’s where I lied down (2x)
Where I lied down

In the valley of deception.

Yes in the valley of deception
That’s where I’ve gone.

For meldodi: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbdHQlKeyyM

Skjult ID med pseudonym Steve on. 18 juni 01:23

God idé... Her kommer en fra meg:

Spiller på Rockefeller 26 juni. Link: http://www.myspace.com/stevelukatheronline

Steve Lukather - Hate Everything About You

Night after night, day after day.
I pass by the house that once was our home.
I look through the windows,
I lean on the bell.
There's a light but there's no sign of you.
The stranger's new car in the driveway tells me your there.
I know you're there.
I feel like a chump doing time on the street.
Low life and useless as the rags on my feet
showin' through.

You don't know how much I hate everything about you.
Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue.
The curve of your hips and your black Irish hair.
Sends a shiver that runs through me too.
You don't know how much I hate you,
wish it was true.

The alleys are dark, sidewalks are bare.
Time's on my hands empty and cold.
I'm looking for something to knock out the night.
Till the sun comes up shining like new.
The chill in my bones reminds me life isn't fair.
And nobody cares.
To the lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice.
In a world just as nasty as your world is nice.
(Baby Blue) .
You don't know how much I hate everything about you.
Your voice like good bourbon
so elegant, tasteful and smooth.
You're a goddess, a priestess,
a temptress, a queen.
Greta Garbo's got nothing on you.

You don't know how much I hate you,
wish it was true.

You were kind to my brother.
And good to my friends.
You were passionate, faithful and strong.
I must have been sleeping.
It feels like a dream.
I can't tell just where I went wrong.
Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head.
I'm strung out and crazy and can't find the thread,
running through.

You don't know how much I hate everything about you.
The poison that runs through my veins telling me what to do.
With a flick of a match I could burn down this house.
Taking every last memory of you.
You don't know how much I hate you.

I say, you don't know how much I hate you.
You don't know how much I hate you.
I wish it was true.
Oh, yes I do.

Skjult ID med pseudonym timmi_81 on. 18 juni 13:35

God tråd hansomspør:)

Skjult ID med pseudonym 71skytte on. 18 juni 15:48

flott tråd...
her kommer en fra Vamp :
Våken drøm.

Ei bleike sol står opp i øst
det går mot nok ein dag.
Og gjenlyden i fra di røst
og dine hjerteslag
e det fjerna svaret eg fremdeles får
kver gan eg ber mi stumme bønn.
Men eg tar det med meg kor enn eg går
mens eg vente i ein våken drøm.

Det hende at eg ser deg gå
forbi ein gang i blant
et streif av sol i alt det grå
det klaraste eg fant.
Det va eventyret om å finna ein skatt
der stjerner speiles i en brønn
og eg går og leite ei stjernenatt
mens eg vente i ein våken drøm.

Du e ei uro i mitt sinn
eg aldri kan bli kvitt.
Hvis du vil gi meg dagen din
så får du livet mitt.
For alt me har e her og nå
og tiå renne som ein strøm.
Eg ser dagar komma og dagar gå
mens eg vente i ein våken drøm.
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Kommer fler etterhvert... ser an aktiviteten på tråden..

71skytte.

(mann 38 år fra Oslo) on. 18 juni 15:53 Privat melding

A long december - Counting crows

A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said
as you were leavin'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would
nanananananananana..

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it's one more day up in the conyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should

Drove up to the Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower
Makes you talk a little lower about
the things you could not show her

And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it's been one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should