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[Egghuvud]

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]

😎😕😄

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]

Varenda sommarhit då? Who Let The Dogs Out, exempelvis. Där kan man snacka visdomsord...

[hammagrella]

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]

Kan hålla med där Hammagrella.

Har nån hör Porrkesternt Jag älskar dig?

[Lindeberg]

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

[Carl_B]

sen e ju scooter rätt duktiga me... 😉

[MusicGene]

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!

[debatt]

Magnus Uggla

rakt av

[SadamJR]

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]

Sarstedts låt där... handlar den om en kille som är svartsjuk på sin kvinna när hon sover eller??