Hva er en god sangtekst?

[AnonymBruker]

La merke til at det var en krangel om tekster forrige dagen. 

Har du et eksempel på en god tekst?

Musikksjanger spiller ingen rolle, om det så er pop, rock, rap, eller danseband.

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[Pawn Hearts]

Godt spørsmål. "Alle" trekker fram Dylan, og Cohen blir også nevnt ofte. Jeg har egentlig ingen klare kriterier, men en tekst bør så avgjort inneholde en form for refleksjon, jeg liker at det er treffende språklige bilder og gjerne en presis flertydighet. Referanser til andre tekster er ofte et pluss. For å si det med en filosof (jeg tror det er Heidegger) skal teksten avsløre at det er noe den skjuler. Invertert ordstilling og nødrim trekker ned, men jeg kan godta både halvrim og mangel på rim (det finnes mange andre klanglige virkemidler). Dessuten må det være et samsvar mellom tekst og musikk, skjønt dette forholdet kan også være ironisk. Her er det minst tre

Peter Gabriel er en av mine favoritter. Her er Here Comes the Flood:

When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go, as early warnings

 

Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen eastern tide
There's no point in direction we cannot
Even choose a side

 

I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters

 

Jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud
The rain was warm and soaked the crowd

 

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive

Drink up, dreamers
You're running dry

 

When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You're a thousand minds within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there's only you and me
And if we break before the dawn
They'll use up what we used to be

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent, in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry

Her er det minst tre tolkninger som alle gir mening: Det kan dreie seg om hvordan vårt ubevisste overtar kontrollen når vi drømmer, det kan handle om en framtid der vi er i stand til å lese hverandres tanker og følelser, og det kan kan være en dommedagsvisjoner (atomkrigen). I alle tre fortolkningene klinger det bibelske (syndfloden, Noa) med og gir teksten ekstra dybde. Jeg elsker slike tekster!

Endret 26. juli 2024 av Pawn Hearts

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Kanye West, All mine

 

«I love your titties cause they prove i can focus on two things at once»

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[AnonymBruker]

En god sangtekst beskriver ting jeg kan kjenne meg igjen i, og tenke at "ja akkurat sånn er det, det var bra beskrevet".

 

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[Pawn Hearts]

Fredmans epistel nr. 81 av Carl Michael Bellman:

Märk hur vår skugga, märk Movitz Mon Frère!
Innom ett mörker sig slutar,
Hur Guld och Purpur i Skåveln, den där,
Byts till grus och klutar.
Vinkar Charon från sin brusande älv,
Och tre gånger sen Dödgrävaren själv,
Mer du din druva ej kryster.
Därföre Movitz kom hjälp mig och välv
Gravsten över vår Syster.

Ack längtansvärda och bortskymda skjul,
Under de susande grenar,
Där Tid och Döden en skönhet och ful
Till ett stoft förenar!
Till dig aldrig Avund sökt någon stig,
Lyckan, eljest uti flykten så vig,
Aldrig kring Grifterna ilar.
Ovän där väpnad, vad synes väl dig?
Bryter fromt sina pilar.

Lillklockan klämtar till Storklockans dön,
Lövad står Cantorn i porten;
Och vid de skrålande Gossarnas bön,
Helgar denna orten.
Vägen opp till Templets griftprydda stad
Trampas mellan Rosors gulnade blad,
Multnade Plankor och Bårar;
Till dess den långa och svartklädda rad,
Djupt sig bugar med tårar.

Så gick till vila, från Slagsmål och Bal,
Grälmakar Löfberg, din maka;
Där, dit åt gräset långhalsig och smal,
Du än glor tilbaka.
Hon från Danto bommen skildes i dag,
Och med Henne alla lustiga lag;
Vem skall nu Flaskan befalla.
Törstig var hon och uttörstig är jag;
Vi är törstiga alla.

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On 7/26/2024 at 3:21 PM, Pawn Hearts said:

Godt spørsmål. "Alle" trekker fram Dylan, og Cohen blir også nevnt ofte. Jeg har egentlig ingen klare kriterier, men en tekst bør så avgjort inneholde en form for refleksjon, jeg liker at det er treffende språklige bilder og gjerne en presis flertydighet. Referanser til andre tekster er ofte et pluss. For å si det med en filosof (jeg tror det er Heidegger) skal teksten avsløre at det er noe den skjuler. Invertert ordstilling og nødrim trekker ned, men jeg kan godta både halvrim og mangel på rim (det finnes mange andre klanglige virkemidler). Dessuten må det være et samsvar mellom tekst og musikk, skjønt dette forholdet kan også være ironisk. Her er det minst tre

Peter Gabriel er en av mine favoritter. Her er Here Comes the Flood:

When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go, as early warnings

 

Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen eastern tide
There's no point in direction we cannot
Even choose a side

 

I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters

 

Jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud
The rain was warm and soaked the crowd

 

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive

Drink up, dreamers
You're running dry

 

When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You're a thousand minds within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there's only you and me
And if we break before the dawn
They'll use up what we used to be

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent, in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry

Her er det minst tre tolkninger som alle gir mening: Det kan dreie seg om hvordan vårt ubevisste overtar kontrollen når vi drømmer, det kan handle om en framtid der vi er i stand til å lese hverandres tanker og følelser, og det kan kan være en dommedagsvisjoner (atomkrigen). I alle tre fortolkningene klinger det bibelske (syndfloden, Noa) med og gir teksten ekstra dybde. Jeg elsker slike tekster!

Jeg kontrer med en veldig direkte en.

I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion; sadistic, sacred whore

I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the God of War, and I will cut you down

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Og en annen:

The roll of distant thunder breaks, the afternoon of silence wakes
They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance
In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads
Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance

These cities are illusions of some triumph over nature's laws
We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust
And as the waters rise, it seems we cling to all the rootless things
The christian lies, technology, while spirits scream and sing

Oh God I love the world

Well I never said I was a clever man but I know enough to understand
That the endless leaps and forward plans will someday have to cease
You blind yourselves with comfort lies like lightning never strikes you twice
And we laugh at your amazed surprise as the ark begins to sink

This temple that is built so well to separate us from ourselves
Is a power grown beyond control, a will without a face
And watching from outside I wish that I could wash my hands of this
But we are locked together here, this bittersweet embrace

Oh God I love the world

And if one day the final fire explodes across the whitened sky
I know you've said you'd rather die and make it over fast
With courage from your bravest friends, waiting outside for the end
With no bitterness but an innocence that I can't seem to grasp

I know somehow I will survive - this fury just to stay alive
So drunk with sickness, weak with pain, I can walk the hills one last time
Scarred and smiling, dying slow, I'll scream to no one left at all
I told you so, I told you so, I told you so . .

Oh God I love the world

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[Pawn Hearts]

En annen jeg liker, av Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull).

Skating away (on the thin ice of the new day)

Meanwhile back in the year one
When you belonged to no one
You didn't stand a chance, son
If your pants were undone

 

'Cause you were bred, for humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up, in the present day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be

 

Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

 

So as you push off from the shore
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone
For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should've done

And as you cross the wilderness
Spinning in your emptiness
If you have to, pray
Looking for a sign, that the universal minds
Has written you into the passion play

 

Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

 

And as you cross the circle line
Well, the ice wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun

Well, do you ever get the feeling
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only
Person sitting in the audience?

 

Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

Skating away, skating away, skating away

 

[Syngemann]

En god sangtekst kan sette ord på følelsene dine i en situasjon du er i

When there's lightning
You know it always brings me down
'Cause it's free and I see that it's me
Who's lost and never found

I cry out for magic
I feel it dancing in the light
It was cold, lost my hold
To the shadows of the night

No sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a rainbow in the dark
A rainbow in the dark

Do your demons
Do they ever let you go?
When you try, do they hide deep inside?
Is it someone that you know?

You're just a picture
You're an image caught in time
We're a lie, you and I
We're words without a rhyme

 

No sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a rainbow in the dark
A rainbow in the dark

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By day we're dormant
Because it's too hot outside now
Nocturnal notions (as we leave or cocoons)
Antennae tuned to inhuman vibrations
Shaping the cities of the world to come

I listen to the sound, the endless construction
Inside the termite mound

I walked past the nursery
All the children have gone now
The rules we taught them are what they've become
Move past the people they make me feel so indifferent
Serving their purpose
It's their purpose to serve
A thousand lights from this honeycombed labyrinth
These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire
Bars and bazaars of self-gratification
Live to consume
Live for momentary pleasures

I listen to the sound, the endless construction
Inside the termite mound

 

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