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Elev
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2008-08-01, 14:09
Motel blues av Loudon Wainwright III
In this town television shuts off at two What can a lonely rock & roller do Oh the bed's so big and the sheets are clean and your girlfriend said that you were 18 The styrofoam icebucket is full of ice Come up to my motelroom treat me nice I don't wanna make no late night New York calls and I don't wanna stare at them ugly grassmatt walls chronologically I know you're young but when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue I'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P Come up to my motelroom, sleep with me ! There's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid I'll put up the sign to warn the cleanup maid Yeah there's lots of soap end ther's lots of towels never mind them deskclerk's scowls I buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife Oh come up to my motelroom, save my life Come up to my motelroom, save my life |
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2008-08-01, 21:22
Citat:
Skälet till att jag valde den här texten är att den handlar om Vita linor/streck. Kan lika gärna handla om (om man ser till texten) de vitkritade mittlinjerna på motorvägen som om de vitkritade linorna annorstädes. F.ö. är det en Neil Young-låt från plattan Ragged Glory. |
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2008-08-01, 21:29
Jag hade också lika gärna kunnat valt Pink Floyd - "Wish you were here".
Det är en vacker text som alla kan relatera till på ett eller annat sätt. Jag ska återkomma med mitt val eftersom jag har så mycket att välja på. |
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2008-08-01, 21:44
Den här slår så jävla hårt. Varenda gång:
I can tell from the look in your eyes, Ain't no sleepin' here tonight. You're saying differently you'll be walking right out on me. And if begging is all that's left to do, here I go Im not ready for it, Jo.. We had problems and baby sure I know instead of dealing with it I just let'em go. But I've been changin, I told you I could, Now them changes, Baby, it doin' me no good. Question, could it really be too late? No, I'm not ready for it Jo. Here I go, I'm just not ready for it Jo. Yeah! All that luck God know, but we're not for sure, I need it bad you see. Oh! It's cynical, God damn it's so cynical.. Since it turned its back on me.. Joanna it ain't over, This ain't right, think it over girl, just give it one more night and if baby after all, you're leavin' it's unescapable. I think of somethin that would be right I know, Oh, I'm just not ready for it, Jo. Oh! I'm just not ready for it, Jo. Ooh! I'm just not ready for it, Jo I'm just not ready for it, Jo... |
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2008-08-01, 21:53
Den här tycker jag om.
Here’s another sunday morning call Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn’t give you more But what for? And in your head do you feel What you’re not supposed to feel You take what you want But you won’t get it for free You need more time Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more But I’m not sure if it ever works out right But it’s ok. it’s all right When yer lonely and you start to hear The little voices in your head at night You will only sniff away the tears So you can dance until the morning light At what price? And in your head do you feel What you’re not supposed to feel You take what you want But you won’t get it for free You need more time Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more But I’m not sure if it ever works out right But it’s ok. it’s all right And in your head do you feel What you’re not supposed to feel When you take what you want You don’t get hope for free You need more time Cos your thoughts and words won’t last forever more And I’m not sure if it’ll ever, ever, ever work out right Will it ever, ever, ever work out right? Cos it never, never, never works out right |
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