Jag tycker:
1. Baby Got Back ("I like big butts and I can not lie, You other brothers can't deny, That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist, And a round thing in your face, You get sprung"
2. Dont Stop Beliveing med Journey ("Just a small town girl, Living in a lonely world, She took the midnight train going anywhere... Just a city boy, Born and raised in South Detroit!
He took the midnight train going anywhere!")
3. Logical Song med Supertramp (du vet den som börjar "Wheeen i was young it seemed that liife was so wonderfull")
Vilka låtar tycker du har de bästa första raderna/sång intron?
Lär Av Historien - Knutna Nävar
1970 sveptes en våg av vilda strejkare över Sverige.
Arbetarklassen gick spontant till kamp,
för högre lön och bättre arbetsvillkor.
Detta blottade bristerna i det gamla KFML.
Många i ledande ställning ville tona ned propagandan för revolutionen;
dem förlade för det spontana, det omedvetna i arbetarnas kamp.
KFML splittrades i en småborgerlig och en revolutionär del.
Inom KFML(R) - där R står för Revolutionärerna,
inser man att det är kommunisters uppgift,
att lyfta, förvandla den omedvetna och spontana kampen,
till en medveten och organiserad kamp för revolution!
Counting all the assholes in the room, well, I'm definitely not alone. (Gillar den)
Med vapen vi, i sorg och vrede går, ett enat folk bakom gevär står, när vi askan ser från den brända byn, så stiger vårt hat mot skyn, vi slår tillbaka, vi går mot seger, och usa drivs ut från söderns land, med fasor död och brand
Inte bästa, men, gillar.
Radioheads - we suck young blood.
Bästa versen i någonson.
Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?
We want the young blood
Carlos santana FT Rom thomas -Smooth
Man its a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My mu equita my spanish harlem mona lisa
Your my reason for reason
The step in my groove
Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Bob Dylan - Absolutely Sweet Marie
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
Bob Dylan - One Of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)
I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take it so personal
I didn't mean to make you so sad
You just happened to be there, that's all
When I saw you say "goodbye" to your friends and smile
I thought that it was well understood
That you'd be comin' back in a little while
I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good
Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again
Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again
Bob Dylan - Positively 4th Street
You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning
Bob Dylan - It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
itch:
Counting all the assholes in the room, well, I'm definitely not alone.
I'm not aa-loo-ooo-nnneee
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