Egghuvud Postat 7 september 2004 Postat 7 september 2004 (redigerat) Jo jag vet att studiotävlingen inte är avgjord, Rainbow tråden gjorde att jag inte kan låta bli. Mina förslag: Lady Evil med Black Sabbath There’s a place just south of witches’ valley Where they say the wind won’t blow And they only speak in whispers of a name There’s a lady they say who feeds the darkness It eats right from her hand With a crying shout she’ll search you out And freeze you where you stand Lady evil, evil She’s a magical, mystical woman Lady evil, evil in my mind She’s queen of the night All right! In a place just south of witches’ valley Where they say the rain won’t fall Thunder cracks the sky, it makes you bleed There’s a lady they say who needs the darkness She can’t face the light With an awful shout, she’ll find you out And have you before the night Lady evil, evil She’s a magical, mystical woman Lady evil, evil on my mind She’s queen of the night So if you ever get to witches’ valley Don’t dream or close your eyes And never trust your shadow in the dark ’cause there’s a lady I know who takes your vision And turns it all around The things you see are what you’ll be, lost and never found lady evil, evil She’s a magical, mystical woman Lady evil, evil on my mind She’s queen of the night Gonna do you right! She’s the queen of sin Look out, she’ll pull you in! Lady wonder! Och:Artist/Band: Cyrus Billy Ray Lyrics for Song: Achy Breaky Heart Lyrics for Album: The Best Of Billy Ray Cyrus (Don Von Tress) You can tell the world you never was my girl You can burn my clothes when I'm gone Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been And laugh and joke about me on the phone You an tell my arms to go back onto the phone You can tell my feet to hit the floor Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips They won't be reaching out for you no more But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think it'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips He never really liked me anyway Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please Myself already knows that I'm okay Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind It might be walking out on me today But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think it'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart I just don't think it'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo Skulle vilja höra översättningen av den sista Mitt ryti bryti-hjärta Han kommer att sprängas och döda den här mannen... eh Redigerat 7 september 2004 av Egghuvud
Carl_B Postat 7 september 2004 Postat 7 september 2004 (redigerat) 😎😕😄 edit: sen finns de ju där svenska bandet... "hit me hard right between the eyes, I wanna see the stars.." lr nåt sånt... *brrr* Redigerat 7 september 2004 av Carl_B
Johan Royen Postat 7 september 2004 Postat 7 september 2004 Varenda sommarhit då? Who Let The Dogs Out, exempelvis. Där kan man snacka visdomsord...
hammagrella Postat 7 september 2004 Postat 7 september 2004 Den var lätt: Yo listen up here's a story About a little guy that lives in a blue world And all day and all night and everything he sees Is just blue Like him inside and outside Blue his house with a blue little window And a blue Corvette And everything is blue for him And himself and everybody around Cause he ain't got nobody to listen I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa... I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa... I have a blue house with a blue window Blue is the colour of all that I wear Blue are the streets and all the trees are too I have a girlfriend and she is so blue Blue are the people here that walk around Blue like my Corvette, it's in and outside Blue are the words I say and what I think Blue are the feelings that live inside me I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa I have a blue house with a blue window Blue is the colour of all that I wear Blue are the streets and all the trees are too I have a girlfriend and she is so blue Blue are the people here that walk around Blue like my Corvette, it's in and outside Blue are the words I say and what I think Blue are the feelings that live inside me I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa Inside and outside Blue his house with a blue little window And a blue Corvette And everything is blue for him and himself And everybody around Cause he ain't got nobody to listen I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa I'm Blue da ba dee da ba daa..
L.C Postat 7 september 2004 Postat 7 september 2004 Kan hålla med där Hammagrella. Har nån hör Porrkesternt Jag älskar dig?
Lindeberg Postat 7 september 2004 Postat 7 september 2004 Tsss... ni har fel allihop. Den absolut sämsta texten är den till "Rewind" med Artful Dodger / Craig David: Inter selcta Hyper, hyper, hyper that's what we make ya Time to mash up the speaker Craig David, Artful Dodger Inter selecta [x4] Making moves yeah on the dance floor Got our groove on dancing yeah real hardcore From the front to the back that's where I was at You know, you know the Artful Dodger do it like that With Craig David all over your... DJ it's all up to you When the crowd go wild Tell me watcha gonna do Re-e-wind when the crowd say bo selecta Re-e-e-e-e-e-wind when the crowd say bo selecta-ta Re-e-wind when the crowd say bo selecta Re-e-e-e-e-e-wind when the crowd say bo, bo, bo Re-e-wind When the crowd say bo selecta Re-e-e-e-e-wind whent he crowd say bo selecta-ta Re-re-e-wind when the crowd say bo selecta Re-e-e-e-e-e-wind This goes out to all the DJs Eh, yeah Eh, eh, yeah (yeah) [x3] Eh, yeah Eh (yeah) Re-wind selecta Rewind se-lec-ta Re-wind selecta Sel-ecta Re-wind selecta -ta Re-wind se-lec-ta Rewind selcta-ta Sel-ecta Re-wind Re-wind selecta Re-e-wind Re-wind selecta Re-wind Re-wind selecta Re-e-wind Re-e-wind-ta
MusicGene Postat 7 september 2004 Postat 7 september 2004 Ist Gelb är ännu en kandidat: Ich möchte nicht keine Zeit hörend crappy Musik auf dem Radio verbringen! Ich wünsche nicht eine Herde der Jugendlichen, die meinen Namen benennen und ihre Dummköpfe zeigen! Ich nicht ich nicht ich nicht! Er riecht wie mein schlechtester Alptraum, um nicht in der Lage zuSEIN, auf andere Gehirne richtend! Er riecht wie ein weltvergessenes Monster, das zu seinem Grab an einem Wintertag kriecht! Er riecht ihn riecht ihn riecht! Warum möchten Sie eine Lebenszeit auf der falschen Seite der Nahrungsmittelkette verbringen!? Warum knien Sie, wenn ein Landarbeiter mit seiner Öffnung spricht, die von der Pferd Scheiße! voll ist? Ein Wort! schnaaaaabel! Popikonen Popcorn Pelle din röst är choklad min choklad är bajs! Pop i toppen Popcorn Pelle din musik är mainstream min mainstream är gul! Popikonen Popcorn Pelle din röst är choklad min choklad är bajs Pop i toppen Popcorn Pelle din musik är mainstream min mainstream är gul! ist gelb Ich wünsche Sie diese Reise nehmen und meinen Energien glauben, die Industrie zu brechen! Ich wünsche Sie Ihre Welt des Schlecht benehmens erobern und uns Frieden holen! Ich wünsche mich wünsche mich wünsche! Kommen Sie uns für eine flashy Straße Reise nach Barbados verbinden und wiedergewinnen Steuerung über selbst! Kommen Sie meine Hand nehmen und glauben meiner Energie, Ihren Körper und Seele zu umgeben, da es eines Kindes Ihr häßliches Schicksal ist! schnaaaaabel! Popikonen Popcorn Pelle din röst är choklad min choklad är bajs! Pop i toppen Popcorn Pelle din musik är mainstream min mainstream är gul! Popikonen Popcorn Pelle din röst är choklad min choklad är bajs Pop i toppen Popcorn Pelle din musik är mainstream min mainstream är gul! Es riecht um diesen Block fischartig! Gott ist mein Gleichgestelltes in dieser Suche nach Gerechtigkeit! schnaaaaaaaaabel! Popikonen Popcorn Pelle din röst är choklad min choklad är bajs! Pop i toppen Popcorn Pelle din musik är mainstream min mainstream är gul! Popikonen Popcorn Pelle din röst är choklad min choklad är bajs Pop i toppen Popcorn Pelle din musik är mainstream mein Hauptstrom ist gelb!
SadamJR Postat 9 februari 2011 Postat 9 februari 2011 Avskyr den här gråtmilda smörjan. WHERE DO YOU GO TO (MY LOVELY) ? (Sarstedt) Peter Sarstedt - 1969 You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are You live in a fancy apartment Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do I've seen all your qualifications You got from the Sorbonne And the painting you stole from Picasso Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does When you go on your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pins With your carefully designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz With the others of the jet-set And you sip your Napoleon brandy But you never get your lips wet, no you don't But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do Your name, it is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a racehorse for Christmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh a-ha-ha-ha They say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realize where you came from And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn Where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try So look into my face Marie-Claire And remember just who you are Then go and forget me forever But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do I know where you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed I know the thoughts that surround you 'Cause I can look inside your head (na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na) (na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)
debatt Postat 9 februari 2011 Postat 9 februari 2011 Sarstedts låt där... handlar den om en kille som är svartsjuk på sin kvinna när hon sover eller??
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