Strofer fra sanger eller dikt som har gjort stort inntrykk på deg?

[Betty2]

Ronan keating - I hope you dance

I hope you stil feel smal when you stand beside the ocean, when one door closes, i hope one more opens, promis me you give faith a fighting chance.

Ed sheeran - small Bump

You just a small bump unbourn, just four months then thorn from life, maybe you where needed up there, but were still unaware of why

[Gjest roseduft]

Kelly Clarkson - Dark Side

There's a place that i knowit's not pretty there and few have ever goneif i show it to you nowwill it make you run away

or will you stayeven if it hurtseven if i try to push you outwill you return?and remind me who i really amplease remind me who i really am

everybody's got a dark sidedo you love me?can you love mine?nobody's a picture perfectbut we're worth ityou know that we're worth itwill you love me?even with my dark side?

like a diamondfrom black dustit's hard to knowwhat can becomeIf you give upso don't give up on meplease remind me who i really am[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/dark-side-lyrics-kelly-clarkson.html ]

everybody's got a dark sidedo you love me?can you love mine?nobody's a picture perfectbut we're worth ityou know that we're worth itwill you love me?even with my dark side?

don't run awaydon't run awayjust tell me that you will staypromise me you will staydon't run awaydon't run awayjust promise me you will staypromise me you will stay

will you love me? ohh

everybody's got a dark sidedo you love me?can you love mine?nobody's a picture perfectbut we're worth ityou know that we're worth itwill you love me?even with my dark side?

[totes_mc]

jj - Me & Dean

Someday, I know we'll meet again

Without knowing exactly when

Until then; take care of yourself, my friend

If you tell it to my heart

Where would you start

With a truth we shared

Or the lies that drove us apart

jj- And now

And now, when the end is near

I know you meant every tear you gave to me that year

We were all alone when the sunlight hit our bones

As the stream carried us home

Take it for what it's worth

Those days that we walked the earth

Remember how much it hurts

How to dress well - Suicidal Dream 2 Orchestral Version

What would it be to live a life that wasn't like this, that's the question

Oh what's happening in my life..

[Anglofil]

Who Will Save Your Soul - Jewel:

We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them

The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue

Another day, another dollar, another war,

Another tower went up, where the homeless had their homes

So we pray to as many different Gods as there are flowers

But we call religion our friend

We're so worried about saving our souls

Afraid that God will take His toll

That we forget to begin

The New Wild West - Jewel

There are so many fractions

And cue-card reactions

It's hard to keep clear

The possibilities here

'Cause there's no force to unite them

Privilege has ruled for thousands of years

Wars have been fought with bibles and tears

Yet liberation can't deny the temptation

And soon becomes the oppressor

Mvh Yvonne

[MiaMamma]

Björn Afzelius - Sång Till Friheten

Du är det finaste jag vet

Du är det dyraste i världen

Du är som stjärnorna

Som vindarna

Som vågorna

Som fåglarna

Som blommorna på marken

Du är min ledstjärna och vän

Du är min tro, mitt hopp, min kärlek

Du är mitt blod

Och mina lungor

Mina ögon

Mina skuldror

Mina händer och mitt hjärta

Friheten är ditt vackra namn

Vänskapen är din stolta moder

Rättvisan är din broder

Freden är din syster

Kampen är din fader

Framtiden ditt ansvar

Read more: http://artists.letssingit.com/bjorn-afzelius-lyrics-sang-till-friheten-q2g7z47#ixzz26IiGJILi

LetsSingIt - Your favorite Music Community

[sauen87]

JEG HOLDER DITT HODE av Stein Mehren

Jeg holder ditt hode

i mine hender, som du holder

mitt hjerte i din ømhet

slik allting holder og blir

holdt av noe annet enn seg selv

Slik havet løfter en sten

til sine strender,slik treet

holder høstens modne frukter,slik

kloden løftes gjennom kloders rom

Slik holdes vi begge av noe

og løftes

dit gåte holder gåte i sin hånd

Endret 13. september 2012 av sauen87

[AnonymBruker]

Blackmore's Night - Wish you were here

I miss your laugh, I miss your smile,

I miss everything about you...

Every second's like a minute,

Every minute's like a day

When you're far away...

The snow is getting colder, baby,

I Wish You Were Here...

A battlefield of love and fear,

And I Wish You Were Here...

I've got feelings for you,

Do you still feel the same?

Beskriver så utrolig godt hvordan det føles å være usikker på forholdet, og hvor vondt det er å være borte fra han i uvissheten

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[Cosette]

Føler for å dra denne tråden frem i lyset igjen!

Et av mine absolutte favorittdikt som bestandig gir meg gåsehud og tårer i øynene er Death Fugue (på tysk: Todesfuge) fra 1948 av jødisk-rumenske Paul Celan:

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown

we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night

we drink it and drink it

we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined

A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents

he writes

he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden

hair Margarete

he writes it ans steps out of doors and the stars are

flashing he whistles his pack out

he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a

grave

he commands us strike up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at

sundown

we drink and we drink you

A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents

he writes

he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair

Margarete

your ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezes

there one lies unconfined

He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you

others sing now and play

he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his

eyes are blue

jab deper you lot with your spades you others play

on for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at at noon in the morning we drink you

at sundown

we drink and we drink you

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the serpents

He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master

from Germany

he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then

as smoke you will rise into air

then a grave you will have in the clouds there one

lies unconfined

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany

we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink

and we drink you

death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue

he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete

he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in

the air

He plays with the serpents and daydreams death is

a master from Germany

your golden hair Margarete

your ashen hair Shulamith

[AnonymBruker]

I see the honesty, he told me that he needs me.

You see he loves me cause when he beats me,

he kiss every wound that he leaves me.

Etter å ha vokst opp med en voldelig far, som veksler mellom å være voldelig og elske, så er denne strofen noe av det som har gjort mest inntrykk på meg.

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[Gjest Herr Heftig]

Five Finger Death Punch: Never Enough.

I'd rather you hate me for everything I am

Than ever love me for something that I'm not.

[Cordelia]

Looking for Elvis-Patti Scialfa

Warm black asphalt

South of nowhere

I'm going there under a dirty cotton sky

When the rain comes round

I roll my window down

I lift my face to heaven

And wash these tears from my eyes

I'm just looking for some inspiration

I'm looking for something to rock my soul

I'm looking for a brand new destination

I'm looking for Elvis down a Memphis road

I'm looking for Elvis

I remember...

All those Septembers

The pledges of allegiance

The prayers of trust

I slept on those beds of hope and promise

Woke up choking on cheap paint and carnival dust

So where are you now

With all those illusions

Fallen dreams and charity

If faith restores you

And truth delivers

Then don't tell me that I'm standing

When I'm on my knees

I'm just looking for some inspiration

I'm looking for something to rock my soul

I'm looking for a brand new destination

I'm looking for Elvis down a Memphis road

I'm looking for Elvis

I'm looking for Elvis down a Memphis road

I'm looking for Elvis

You've got to give yourself over now

Roll like a river stone

There's mud in the water

There's gravel in the dust

You've got to work a little harder

Sing a little stronger

Stand up and deliver

If you want my trust

West of Babylon

East of Eden

I'm breathing in these winds of change

I'm going to rise up from these ashes

Gonna rise up and find the truth again

I'm just looking for some inspiration

I'm looking for love to soothe my soul

I'm at the crossroads of my destination and

I'm looking for Elvis down a Memphis road

I'm looking for Elvis

I'm looking for Elvis down a Memphis road

I'm looking for Elvis

[Gjest Eurodice]

Två ljus

Ligg här intill mej och håll om mej lite,

snart reser jag inn i mej själv.

Jag önskar att det fanns någon lindring att få,

men jag vet att det finns ingen hjälp.

Nu måste jag in i det mörka,

nu måste jag ner i min brunn,

där ingen kan höra

hur jag skriker.

Så jag vill att du lämnar mej ensam

när du tror att jag fallit i sömn;

Jag vill inte att du ska se mig så här.

Du vet att jag aldrig trott på någon Gud,

men ibland går jag in i Hans hus.

Så när skymningen faller imorgon

så går jag i kyrkan och tänder två ljus;

Det ena för dom jag har sårat,

för vännerna som jag försmått

och för tårarna som dom gråtit för min skull.

Det andra för att jag ska finna

en kärlek som orkar bestå,

och en kvinna som en gång kan älska mej

som jag är.

Ett ljus för dom själer jag sårat,

för vännerna som jag försmått

och för tårarna som dom gråtit för min skull.

Och ett annat för att jag ska finna

en kärlek som orkar bestå,

och en kvinna som en gång kan älska mej

som jag är.

Bjørn Afzelius

Endret 7. februar 2013 av Arabella

[J.J.R]

Amor Fati av André Bjerke er noe av det fineste jeg vet:

Ikke som en Cæsar gjorde,

skal du med et sverd bevæbne

deg mot verden, men med ordet:

Amor Fati – elsk din skjebne.

Denne formel skal du fatte

som din sterkeste befrier:

Du har valgt din vei i krattet.

Ikke skjel mot andre stier!

Også smerten er din tjener.

Lammet, sønderknust, elendig

ser du at den gjenforener

deg med det som er nødvendig

Også fallet, også sviket

hjelper deg som dine venner.

Dine nederlag er rike

gaver, lagt i dine hender.

Engang skal du, tilfredsstillet

av å bli din skjebne verdig,

vite: Dette har jeg villet.

Alt som skjer meg, skjer rettferdig.

Si da, når din levegledes

grønne skog er gjennomvandret:

Intet vil jeg annerledes.

Intet ønsker jeg forandret.

[Djungelvrål]

Dette, skrevet av Beethoven. Ble ikke oppmerksom på det før jeg så den fantaskiske filmen med Gary Oldmore i hovedrollen...: Det er et kjærlighetsbrev til ei han aldri kunne få....

To the Immortal Beloved,

Good morning. Though still in bed my thoughts go out

to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully,

then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will

hear us. I can live wholly with you or not at all - yes,

I am resolved to wander so long away from you until

I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home,

send my soul enwrapped in you in the land of spirits.

Yes, unhappily it must be so, you will be the more

resolved since you know my fidelity to you, no one

can ever again possess my heart- none-never- Oh, God!

why is it necessary to part from one whom one so

loves and yet my life in W. (Vienna) is now a wretched

life, your love makes me at once the happiest and the

unhappiest of men at my age, I need a steady, quiet

life, can that be under our condition? My angel, I have

just been told that the mail coach goes every day and

I must close at once so that you may receive the L.

at once. Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our

existence can we achieve our purpose to live together,

be calm, love me, today, yesterday, what tearful

longings for you, you, you, my life, my all, farewell,

Oh continue to love me, never misjuge the most faithful

heart of your beloved L.

ever thine

ever mine

ever for each other.

Ludwig Van Beethoven

Det siste er det vakreste jeg har lest....

Endret 7. februar 2013 av Liquorice

[J.J.R]

Rubber Ring av The Smiths

But don't forget the songs

That made you smile

And the songs that made you cry

When you lay in awe

On the bedroom floor

And say, "Oh, oh, smother me mother"

We Are Nowhere, And It's Now av Bright Eyes

If you hate the taste of wine

Why do you drink it 'til you're blind?

And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares

How come you say it like you're right?

Why are you scared to dream of God

When it's salvation that you want?

You see stars that clear have been dead for years

But the idea just lives on

[AnonymBruker]

Dette, skrevet av Beethoven. Ble ikke oppmerksom på det før jeg så den fantaskiske filmen med Gary Oldmore i hovedrollen...:

To the Immortal Beloved,

Good morning. Though still in bed my thoughts go out

to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully,

then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will

hear us. I can live wholly with you or not at all - yes,

I am resolved to wander so long away from you until

I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home,

send my soul enwrapped in you in the land of spirits.

Yes, unhappily it must be so, you will be the more

resolved since you know my fidelity to you, no one

can ever again possess my heart- none-never- Oh, God!

why is it necessary to part from one whom one so

loves and yet my life in W. (Vienna) is now a wretched

life, your love makes me at once the happiest and the

unhappiest of men at my age, I need a steady, quiet

life, can that be under our condition? My angel, I have

just been told that the mail coach goes every day and

I must close at once so that you may receive the L.

at once. Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our

existence can we achieve our purpose to live together,

be calm, love me, today, yesterday, what tearful

longings for you, you, you, my life, my all, farewell,

Oh continue to love me, never misjuge the most faithful

heart of your beloved L.

ever thine

ever mine

ever for each other.

Ludwig Van Beethoven

Det siste er det vakreste jeg har lest....

Kanskje du skal slå deg sammen med Rskre? Han er ikke forumets Beethoven-eksponert for ingenting.

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[AloeVera]

Love doesn´t hurt.

Its when you imagine, think or

experience love being absent,

that you feel pain.

Love itself, does not hurt.

Ukjent, vet ikke hvor jeg har denne i fra. Men den gir meg tro på kjærlighet

[melly666]

Jeg kunne holdt på hele dagen og fylt flerfoldige sider alene Hører nesten bare musikk som snakker til meg, og har storfer som er veldige spesielle for meg både her og deg. Så dette kommer til å bli langt, men har prøvd å begrense meg..

Coconut skins - Damien Rice

"You can brave decisions

Before you crumble up inside

Spend your time asking everyone else's permission

Then run away and hide"

"Oh you can hold her eggs

But your basket has a hole

You can lie between her legs and go looking for

Tell her you're searching for her soul

You can wait for ages

Watch your compost turn to coal

Time is contagious

Everybody's getting old"

Fading - Anouk

"Will we keep the thieves away

Will we both remember

To make the best of every chance

Or will we just surrender

Shouldn't we be making

Any effort needed to

Stop our dreams from fading"

Simple man - Shinedown

"Forget your lust for the rich man's gold

All that you need is in your soul"

"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself

Follow your heart and nothing else"

"And be a simple kind of man

Oh, be something you love and understand"

Heaven knows I'm miserable now - The Smiths

"I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour

But heaven knows I'm miserable now"

"In my life

Why do I give valuable time

To people who don't care if I live or die"

Accidental babies - Damien Rice

"And is he dark enough?

Enough to see your light?"

"Well I know I make you cry

And I know sometimes you wanna die

But do you really feel alive without me?"

The professor - Damien Rice

"Loving is fine if you have plenty of time

For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind

Loving is good if your dick's made of wood

And the dick left inside only half understood her"

The other side of me - Anouk

"But the other side of me

I can't explain why I've become

Negative as can be

I'm wonderin' where it's coming from

I know I can't do without it, sure makes me what I am

So I will never stop believin'

In that I love myself someday"

Samt hele Bother - Stone Sour, og Doth I protest too much og Precious Illusions av Alanis Morisette.

[Cordelia]

Bayview-Midnight Choir

It's time to walk the line

Take back what once was mine

Reclaim what I left behind

In you

Time ain't no friend

I've been on my own

For way too long

I can feel it slowly slipping away

(Love), love don't grieve me anymore

From my lips to God's ear

I swear I'm running scared

I'm jumping at every shadow babe

(Time), time ain't no friend

Oh, listen to me now:

From bayview Cologne

To the backstreets of Rome

I've searched every synagogue in Tel Aviv

(Love), love just don't grieve me anymore

(Love), love don't grieve me anymore

(Time), time ain't no friend

Time ain't no friend

[Pawn Hearts]

Kanskje du skal slå deg sammen med Rskre? Han er ikke forumets Beethoven-eksponert for ingenting.

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Er Rskre Beethoven-ekspert? Det ante jeg ikke. Jeg trodde han bare var opptatt av målsaka. Nynorsk kan være kjempefint, men i Große Fuge benytter Ludwig seg av et mer fullkomment språk.

En tekst av Peter Hammill - Man Erg finnes på plata Pawn Hearts, utgitt i 1971:

The killer lives inside me; yes, I can feel him move.

Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room;

but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine,

he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside.

Yes, the killer lives.

The angels live inside me, I can feel them smile;

their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mind

and their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought.

They watch me as I go to fall;

well, I know I shall be caught

while the angels live.

How can I be free?

How can I get help?

Am I really me?

Am I someone else?

But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes of gloom

and Death's Head throws his cloak into the corner of my room

and I am doomed.

But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth

and solemn, waiting Old Man in the gables of the roof:

he tells me truth.

And I, too, live inside me and very often don't know who I am;

I know I'm not a hero;well, I hope that I'm not damned.

I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these,

dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace

as long as Man lives...

I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these:

dictators, saviours, refugees.

@ Cosette: Opptur å se Celan her. Vi tar det på tysk også så folk kan se originalen:

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends

wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts

wir trinken und trinken

wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng

Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt

der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete

er schreibt es und tritt vor das Haus und es blitzen die Sterne er pfeift seine Rüden herbei

er pfeift seine Juden hervor läßt schaufeln ein Grab in der Erde

er befiehlt uns spielt auf nun zum Tanz

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts

wir trinken dich morgens und mittags wir trinken dich abends

wir trinken und trinken

Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt

der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete

Dein aschenes Haar Sulamith wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng

Er ruft stecht tiefer ins Erdreich ihr einen ihr andern singet und spielt

er greift nach dem Eisen im Gurt er schwingts seine Augen sind blau

stecht tiefer die Spaten ihr einen ihr andern spielt weiter zum Tanz auf

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts

wir trinken dich mittags und morgens wir trinken dich abends

wir trinken und trinken

ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete

dein aschenes Haar Sulamith er spielt mit den Schlangen

Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft

dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts

wir trinken dich mittags der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

wir trinken dich abends und morgens wir trinken und trinken

der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland sein Auge ist blau

er trifft dich mit bleierner Kugel er trifft dich genau

ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete

er hetzt seine Rüden auf uns er schenkt uns ein Grab in der Luft

er spielt mit den Schlangen und träumet der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland