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Startet av Tryms, 28 oktober 2006, 02:35:11

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Kristian S

Luxus Leverpostei

TAM TAMIL
Jai er en tam tam tam tamil,
som har kommet hit til Norge onder tvil.
Sosialkontoret har skaffet meg en bil,
jai er en tam tam tam tamil.

Og min hod er ganske sort,
Norske folk kalle mai en kjempe kjempe kjempe lort.
Vel, de spytter og de slår,
og min hod får mange sår

Ref: For når jai går ront i gatene, jai handle mer en dai,
og jai sons det er en selfølge at sosialen betale for mai.
For jai eie inga penga men jai har det kjempe got,
og jai takke den norske regjeringen for det fine huset jai har fått.

Vell jai handle al jai vil ha,
oansett om det er kjempedåli eller det er bra.
Og jai spise mai god og mett,
for norsk regjering har kjempe bodskjett.

Vell jai handle dit og datt,
Norske folk betale bare bittelite mer skatt.
Som do sikkert nå forstår,
betale do for allting jai får.

Ref: For når jai går...

Tryms

Haha, en venn av meg synger alltid den sangen der.. Like morsomt hver gang:P

Faith No More-Gentle Art of Making Enemies

The words are so familiar-
All the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesn't have to be like this

If you don't make a friend now
One might make you
So learn
The gentle art of making enemies

Don't look so surprised
Happy birthday...fucker
Blow that candle out,
We're gonna kick you, kick you

[Don't say you're not because you are]
[Don't say you're not because you are]
[History tells us that you are]
[History tells us that you are]

And all you need is just one more excuse
You put up one hell of a fight, you put up one hell of a fight
I wanna hear you very best excuse
I never felt this much alive, I never felt this much alive

Your day has finally come-
So where the hat and do the dance
And let the suit keep wearing you.

This year you'll sit and take it
And you will like it-
It's the gentle art of making enemies

I deserve a reward
Cuz I'm the best fuck that you ever had
And if I tighten up my hole-
You may never see the light again

[There's always an easy way out]
[There's always an easy way out]
[You need something wet in your mouth]
[You need something wet in your mouth]

I never felt this much alive


Jørgen S. G.

så på south park for litt siden så

Ah, you shit face cock master. (Wow, shit face cock master)
Listen, you donkey raping shit eater (Donkey raping shit eater)
(Baby's voice) Donkey raping shit eater
You'd fuck your uncle. (You'd fuck your uncle)

Shut your fucking face, uncle fucker.
You're a cock-sucking, ass-licking uncle fucker.
You're an uncle fucker, yes it's true.
NOBODY fucks uncles quite like you.

Shut your fucking face, uncle fucker.
You're the one who fucked your uncle, uncle fucker.
You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn, just fuck your uncle all day long.
- Farting and more laughter -

Traffic Cop: "What's going on here?"
- More farting -
"Ew, what garbage!"

Well, what do you expect there Canadian uncle fucker?
Uncle fucker. Uncle fucker. Uncle fucker.

Shut your fucking face, uncle fucker. (Uncle fucker.)
You're a boner-biting bastard uncle fucker.
You're an uncle fucker, I must say.
Well, you fucked your uncle yesterday!
Uncle fucker, that's U-N-C-L-E fuck you!
Uncle fucker ... ah ha ha Suck my balls!

Tryms

Hehe, den filmen er artig..

Monster Magnet-Take It

Oh little baby you're so fucked up
too much of that and there ain't no love
stay in the closet and be real still
daddy's gonna feed you another pill
tell me what you want and I'll give it back
I think you like a little tiny heart attack
smoking cigarettes in the morning sun
sleep and then you're ready for another round

You're gonna take it
any way you can
You're gonna take it
any way you can

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm

Honey bee is a buzzing in my head today
I guess it wasn't guilty but it flew away
saw you with your lover you looked so fine
and now you're on the phone asking me what time
no matter what you say, no matter what you do
I'm never gonna judge you cause I'm worse than you
down in the showns we'll be quite a pair
and life is so much better when you can share

You're gonna take it
any way you can
You're gonna take it
any way you can

Hmm you're gonna take it
any way you can
You're gonna take it
any way you can

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm

-Whistle

Jeg vet at den teksten kan virke støtende men det er en catchy sang og det var faktisk den jeg hørte på.  :D

Fredrik

Dipset
Papoose
Steet Sweeper Sizzurp

Riziv the pistol twizzle yo wizzle yo hizzer
Fo shizzle nizzle Papizzle gizzle exquizzer
Prozzerp bizzerp sir burb sapizzer
Smokin some hizzerb and sippin on some sizzurp

Riziv the pistol twizzle yo wizzle yo hizzer
Fo shizzle nizzle Papizzle gizzle exquizzer
Prozzerp bizzerp sir burb sapizzer
Smokin some hizzerb, sippin some sizzurp

I've got gangster love, gimme love like a G
Cuz I spit out the odds and you get cut like key
These rochass rappers bitin a thug like a flee
Cuz I gotta (bzzzzzzzz) buzz like a bee
Lonely last nigga I aint these phoney ass niggas
Frontin like Couter Contaise wit they tobey ass niggas
Whats your head price, is it worth more than a dead life
Cross million you double cross like the dead Christ
Bet I trade and bet her twice
I shake on the bullets in row 4, 5 or 6 in the barrel, dead dice
My last play at heights turned into a led pipe
Told stay still, he tried to play real fled right
I put the info red to his head tight
Then I just gave him a death summons for runnin the info red light
Know what we would, shit pop off, donno know what he would do
Papoose cocked it deathin and blow illegal
Info red dots in yo face it goes misous
And raid flows great blows make dos leave dude
Straight chrome, k tone, make thrown, break bones
Waste bone, face bone, take thrown, they clone feeble
Break yo A hole peoples
Things blow, aim low, babrow, see through
At the DMV all day over my vehicle
Thats a long wait when you got a whole lotta things to do
Some like me when I sold crack and diesel
Niggas know my wait was longer than motor vehicles
Blow your brains out and throw the crumbs in the sewer
Put your body on it, I hope you dissolve in manure
Remember when hip hop couldn?t hardly remember
Now we makin our own liquor, we entrepreneurs

Heheh:D

per martin

slip knot
"Duality"

I push my fingers into my eyes...
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But it's made of all the things I have to take...
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside...
If the pain goes on...
Aaaaaaaah!

I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I've waited as my time's elapsed
Now, All I do is live with so much fate
I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
I've left behind this little fact:
You cannot kill what you did not create
I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise
I guess I'll save the best for last
My future seems like one big past
You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice

I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
If the pain goes on,
I'm not gonna make it!

Put me back together
Or separate the skin from bone
Leave me all the Pieces, then you can leave me
alone
Tell me the reality is better than the dream
But I found out the hard way,
Nothing is what it seems!

I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all the things I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside
If the pain goes on,
I'm not gonna make it!

All I've got...all I've got is insane...
All I've got...all I've got is insane...
All I've got...all I've got is insane!
All I've got...all I've got is insane!

I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all the things I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside
If the pain goes on,
I'm not gonna make it!

siguman

Joy Division

Warsaw

3-5-0-1-2-5 Go!

I was there in the backstage when first light came around
I grew up like a changeling to win the first time around
I can see all the weakness - I can pick all the faults
I concede all the faith tests - just to stick in your throats
3-1-G - 3-1-G - 3-1-G

I hung around in your soundtrack to mirror all that you've done
To find the right side of reason - to kill the three lies for one
I can see all the cold facts - I can see through your eyes
All this talk made no contact, no matter how hard I tried
3-1-G - 3-1-G - 3-1-G

I can still hear the footsteps - I can see only walls
I slid into your man-traps, with no hearing at all
I just see contradiction - had to give up the fight
Just to live in the past tense - to make believe you were right
3-1-G - 3-1-G - 3-1-G

3-5-0-1-2-5

BroderHuck

Opeth - Harvest

Stay with me awhile
Rise above the vile
Name my final rest
Poured into my chest

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
Halo of death, all I see is departure
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr

Pledge yourself to me
Never leave me be
Sweat breaks on my brow
Given time ends now

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
Halo of death, all I see is departure
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr

Spirit painted sin
Embers neath my skin
Veiled in pale embrace
Reached and touched my face

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
(Release your grip, let me go, into the night)
Halo of death, All I see is departure
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr
High Hopes.

Tryms

Sitat fra: per martin på  4 november 2006, 13:11:01
slip knot
"Duality"


Slipknot er vel i ett ord?

Anyways..
Soundgarden-Black Hole Sun

In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
'Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you
Scream again

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore

Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear

teh_vegar

Eg håpe ikje nåken kjeda seg så masse at de leste alt deder?

BroderHuck

Sitat fra: teh_vegar på  4 november 2006, 16:36:41
Eg håpe ikje nåken kjeda seg så masse at de leste alt deder?

Jeg håper ikke noen kjeder seg så mye at de kommenterer i poster som de likevel ikke er interessert i?
High Hopes.

teh_vegar

bare sjekke ka så e, men ikje faen om eg lese alt deder

Tryms

Jeg synes lyrics er spennende jeg, og en viktig del av en sang hvis man vil nyte musikken for alt den er verdt ;)

Komlå


Good Riddance - shame!!!



Minutes, running down the drain
This is where our lives go
This is where we stay
In a job that really pays
So much like the first step
Maybe just a misstep
Maybe just a phase, just a phase

What am I supposed to do? [3x]

Take a Dramamine for nausea
Another pill for the broken bones
And the ringing in my head now
Sounds just like the telephone
So it's over-complicated
A shame so shoved aside
Like the broken years I've waited
And the emptiness inside

What am I supposed to do? [3x]

Take one more on the chin
Grow a somewhat thicker skin
Let the scars all fade away
Like the promise of today
And when the sky falls down
I hope you're still around

And everything keeps changing, but I won't be around!

Kristian S

Bon Jovi. Livin on a prayer.

Once upon a time
Not so long ago

Tommy used to work on the docks
Unions been on strike
Hes down on his luck...its tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love - for love

She says weve got to hold on to what weve got
cause it doesnt make a difference
If we make it or not
Weve got each other and thats a lot
For love - well give it a shot

Chorus:
Whooah, were half way there
Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and well make it - I swear
Livin on a prayer

Tommys got his six string in hock
Now hes holding in what he used
To make it talk - so tough, its tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers baby its okay, someday

Weve got to hold on to what weve got
cause it doesnt make a difference
If we make it or not
Weve got each other and thats a lot
For love - well give it a shot

Chorus

Weve got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when its all that youve got