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Glass
Gröna ängar och King Kongs tass
Jag är dum
Jag är seg
Du simmar i en jättedeg
En slemmig torsk
En slemmig torsk
I en brödrost
En slemmig torsk
I en brödrost

Jag stoppar upp fingret bakom en tapet
Vad är det jag känner
Jo en klibbig smet

Jag sjunger som jag vill!

En slemmig torsk
En slemmig torsk
I en brödrost
En slemmig torsk
I en brödrost

Naevus - Chairs are men:

The human body always caves in on itself
When I think about it, it's like 1979
How far away from that behaviour am I?
In air there is nothing, you're in it, across from me

Walls are men hiding
And doors are men coming
And chairs are men waiting
And men are things nothing

A deeply felt well rankled by indifference
Not turned from but left in suppliant waste
Fear of loss of momentum informs everything
And stages melt, one into another

Walls are men hiding
And doors are men coming
And chairs are men waiting
And men are things nothing

Stringburka:

Jag stoppar upp fingret bakom en tapet
Vad är det jag känner
Jo en klibbig smet

Jag sjunger som jag vill!

Nostalgi!

The Idle Race - Days Of The Broken Arrows

There goes that little girl again
Her years have passed, but all in vain
The birds have fallen from the trees
And it is told in these old memories

Birds on the wing at the end of the day
The trees of green and brown you see
Have suddenly turned grey

Don't be too sad when you're waiting for death
The message on the garden wall says
Mickey Mouse is bad

Ooh, Need, I need, I need, I need her
The broken arrows in the door, there's lots of Indians
Ooh, Need, I need, I need, I need her
The grass has grown above her hair
The pretty patterned teddy bear
Aah, aah aah yeah yeah

Her baby cries in the heat of the night
Footsteps up the stairs her mother's there to hold her tight

Happy young child and his dog running wild
Spring is in the air and they've been running for a mile

Remember when that girl was 5 years old
Now she's grown older with the lie she told

Why did this happen, where did I do wrong?
I know that now I'm home I'm not too young and then I'm gone

Ooh, Need, I need, I need, I need her
The broken arrows in the door; there's lots of Indians
Ooh, Need, I need, I need, I need her
The grass has grown above her hair
The pretty patterned teddy bear
Aah, aah aah yeah yeah

Birds on the wing at the end of the day
The trees of green and brown you see, have suddenly turned grey

Procol Harum - The Devil Came From Kansas

The devil came from kansas. where he went to I can't say
Though I teach I'm not a preacher, and I aim to stay that way
There's a monkey riding on my back, been there for some time
He says he knows me very well but he's no friend of mine

I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for silver paper
When I'm trying to sell you cheese

The devil came from kansas. where he went to I can't say
If you really are my brother then you'd better start to pray
For the sins of those departed and the ones about to go
There's a dark cloud just above us, don't tell me 'cos I know

I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for silver paper
When I'm trying to sell you cheese

No I never came from kansas, don't forget to thank the cook
Which reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I look
For the turning and the signpost and the road which takes you down
To that pool inside the forest in whose waters I shall drown

I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for silver paper
When I'm trying to sell you cheese

Mosselman - Mossels

Rob Gee - ecstasy you got what i need

Magma - Das Zeuhl Wortz Mekanïk

Hortz fur dehn Štëkëhn Wešt
Hortz zï wëhr dünt Da Ëhrtz
Hortz da felt dos Fünker
Hortz Zëbëhn dë Geuštaah
Hortz wirt tlaït üts Mïtlaït
Hortz wirt tlaït üts Mïtlaït
Hortz wirt tlaït üts Mïtlaït
Hortz wirt tlaït üts Mïtlaït
Hortz fur dehn Štëkëhn Wešt
Hortz da felt dos Fünker
Hortz Zëbëhnn dëh Geuštaah
Hortz Wlasïk Kobaïa

Für mëhn fühl ëhndöh Lïtaah
Ëhndöh Lïtaah ëhndöh Lïtaah
Für mëhn fühl ëhndöh Lïtaah
Ëhndöh Lïtaah ëhndöh Lïtaah (2x)

Dö wissëndöh sïwëhn dö loï
Sïwëhn dö soï Ïüwaah sïn d/ë
Dö wïssëndöh sïwëhn dö loï
Sïwëhn dö soï Ïüwaah sïn d/ë (2x)

Ïss ïss wïl ïss wowosëhndö
Ïss ïss wïl ïss wowosëhndö
Ïss ïss wïl ïss wowosëhndö
Ïss ïss wïl ïss wowosëhndö

Dö wissëndöh sïwëhn dö loï
Sïwëhn dö soï Ïüwaah sïn d/ë
Dö wïssëndöh sïwëhn dö loï
Sïwëhn dö soï Ïüwaah sïn d/ë

Ïss ïss wïl ïss wowosëhndö
Ïss ïss wïl ïss wïwï Dondaï
Ïss ïss wïl ïss wowosëhndö
Ïss ïss wïl ïss wïwï Dondaï

Wïwï Dondaï wïwï Dondaï
Wïwï Dondaï wïwï Dondaï
Wïwï Dondaï wïwï Dondaï
Wïwï Dondaï wïwï Dondaï

/ë wëhrï sï Wëhlo woh sëwëh
/ë wëhrï sï Wëhlo woh sëwëh (16x)

Ïss ïss ëhnwöhl §' §' Ühnwëhl
Ïss ïss ëhnwöhl §' §' Ühnwëhl (16x)

Für mëhn fühl ëhndöh Lïtaah
Für mëhn fühl ëhndöh Lïtaah (16x)

Für mëhn fühl ëhndöh Lïtaah
Für mëhn fühl ëhndöh Lïtaah
Für mëhn fühl ëhndöh Lïtaah
Für mëhn fühl ëhndöh Lïtaah

Ïösz /ë wëhrï sün dö wï
Ïösz /ë wëhrï sün dö wï
Ïösz /ë wëhrï sün dö wï
Ïösz /ë wëhrï sün dö wï (2x)

/ë /ë rëwïsoï /ë /ë Rëbidoï
/ë /ë rëwïsoï /ë /ë Rëbidoï
/ë /ë rëwïsoï /ë /ë Rëbidoï
/ë /ë rëwïsoï /ë /ë Rëbidoï

/ë wëhlo wëh soï soï d/ë wëhsö wëh loï
/ë wëhlo wëh soï soï d/ë wëhsö wëh loï
/ë wëhlo wëh soï soï d/ë wëhsö wëh loï
/ë wëhlo wëh soï soï d/ë wëhsö wëh loï

Ïst Ï d/ë worissoï Ïst Ï d/ë worissoï
Ïst Ï d/ë worissoï Ïst Ï d/ë worissoï
Ïst Ï d/ë worissoï Ïst Ï d/ë worissoï
Ïst Ï d/ë worissoï Ïst Ï d/ë worissoï

Hël Hël Hël Hël Hël Wlasïk Kobaïa
Hël Hël Hël Hël Hël Wlasïk Kobaïa

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För den som undrar är språket Kobaïanska, språket som talas på planeten Kobaï.

Stringburka:

Jag stoppar upp fingret bakom en tapet
Vad är det jag känner
Jo en klibbig smet

Jag sjunger som jag vill!

Bästa partiet ju, låter lite som Sickan i Jönssonligan när han får breakdown och börjar prata med skon.

Mr. Bungle - Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz

ghfuah blal he chaduduh chee hugh weh chee keh xooo hee hoh
ooooooo cikeetah xoo xeh
eooh le hugx yerheggkkk
ryzl ou hueau
pppddtdptdtt pppddtdptdtt

ue ue fhay goouuhf o lltt chteee
huucgcgudoo wuad!
chugaouh!

Poodah paytahy poodah paytahy poodah poodah paytahy paytahy paytahy poodah
poodah
fea dugh toog fax
fea dugh toog fax
farrag
geesh
zssu
guum
bom

Beez gbazgen mauz gaysh
bal gonskunn geez woazch
ma meesken loas gouase
geez gonskunn boz mosquiez

heh tzt oly huht
ma meeshka mow skwoz
owm ftt lguf hahg

foo oo oo oo
puooo bieczkaireeaux
rrrd t ch kee bbst seay tssm klt aaaaox

skadulehmedomgaswesh
goaduleh skeecs schoadulen mosqelaszz
beez gac goasgun
monsquaz

zoo ma mah manut mamoyugh
[ Mr. Bungle Lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com ]
xi maa hea doo dauy dohdoyugh
tszeettaa ba doa bau koyugh

ma magh max maynot nolnoyugh
szi deah daddoobaught byugh
xi daa tdey gkao gho gkoyughfouuuuuuu

soan schwedea dn zewa tdieap
soan schwedea dn zewa tdieap
dtoyeum dtoyeum dmdipdihdeaudaht zdwitihdihttumptditutiua

soan schwedea dn zcwa tdieap
soan schwedea dn zcwa tdieap

bboawogh c wha fftyk onsk oooeeh oooeeh yeefm loolt msten

ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo

feydea tdn fa
feydea tdn fa gaugh
gzcc gmn ooo

ma meeshka mow skowz
ma meeshka mow skowz

soan schwedea dn skatdieap
soan schwedea dn skatdieap
sktoyeum sktoyeum sktoyeum dmdipdihdeaudaht zdwitihdihttumptditutiua

soan schwedea dn skatdieap
soan schwedea dn skatdieap goodeadogit goodeadogit glddehgoot

fea dugh toog fax
fea dugh toog fax
farrag
vaah
yoo
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hrrea kcun bahg bumpt

Rolling Stones - Cock Sucker Blues

Tykes who feast but do not pray
Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains
Spilled in the house that they leave like geese
Travel in the night like a pearl thief

Believe in ghosts and set them free
Bury your heart, don't shake that sheet
Give your teeth to the crocodile cave
Under my wings and on my head

Twisting heads with the sounds of change
Change so often they'll be dead
Kissing the people that you'll all burn
Trusting your friends without thinking best

Leaving yourself to kill your grief
Rooms can be lonely, but that don't mean
I want a son who can float and fly
I'll take a daughter who laughs and cries

When you are home you can do as you please
Some have homes in falling trees
One day our homes will all fall down
One day your body will be in the ground

When I wonder
I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious
When I wonder
When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they're a friend?

When I wonder
I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious
When I wonder
When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they're a friend?

Time to feast, don't wait to play
?
Off in the dust where they feel like kings
Some got hurt and some did sing

I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
Who will win?

I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
Wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
Who will win?

Bad feelings I know
Good silence means we're home

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