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| Little_Red - Ej medlem längre | 2008-05-29 23:19 | |
 | <3 E Solu!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
| Intet | 2008-05-29 23:39 | |
 | Baby i got the gasolene and you got the sparks | |
| Teppy | 2008-05-29 23:46 | |
 | Wish we could switch up the roles And I could be that... Tell you I love you But when you call I never get back Would you ask them questions like me?... Like where you be at? Cause I'm out 4 in the morning On the corner rolling Doing my own thing What if I?... Had a thing on the side? Made ya cry? Would the rules change up?... Or would they still apply?... If I played you like a toy?... Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy | |
| Taka | 2008-05-29 23:47 | |
 | She's the only one who knows what it is to burn | |
| Teppy | 2008-05-29 23:49 | |
| även denna är fin. "manta manta sve mi se manta kad vidim te,manta manta manta dali i tebi manta se" | |
| commendante | 2008-05-30 00:55 | |
| fastän vi ser att hela världen är sjuk ska vi veta hut och vi ska hålla trut. men om vi tänker själva och samlar mod och låter dom få veta att vi har fått nog, att vi vet att vi alla är samma blod. en enda enhet syster och bror, inga blåblodade, ingen hög eller låg, bara vi som låtit oss hållas bakom dimridåer och bluff och båg. men när vi sett kan vi inte bara titta på medmänniskor res er! jag vet vi kan bli fler. vi låter morgondan börja nu. alldeles för länge har vi låtis oss dribblas bort. dom har fått oss tveka och tro att vi inte kan. alldels för länge, men nu sätter vi hårt mot hårt och söker styrka i varann. medmänniskor res er jag vet vi kan bli fler, vi låter morgondan börja nu. vi måste sjunga ut, inte tysta ner, inte vifta bort utan lyssna mer, inte låta oss hållas i dystra led för om vi vägrar så finns inte klyftan mer. och om vi låter oss va dom som bara tittar på, tänk vilka signaler vi skickar då? att vi köper och stödjer deras vrickade mål. men om vi söker vem vet vad vi hittar då? alldeles för länge har vi låtis oss dribblas bort. dom har fått oss tveka och tro att vi inte kan. alldels för länge, men nu sätter vi hårt mot hårt och söker styrka i varann. medmänniskor res er jag vet vi kan bli fler, vi låter morgondan börja nu. - Sture Alléns Dansorkester | |
| E_Cantona | 2008-05-30 01:14 | |
 | These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He's a problem child And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about His fuckin' dad walkin' out Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go... [Chorus] {C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years {Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon) Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away... [Verse 2] Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you... [CHORUS] [Verse 3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up ain't it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... Eminem - Sing for the moment | |
| Ulle74 | 2008-05-30 01:35 | |
 | I didn't lose my mind - it was mine to give away... "No Regrets", Robbie Williams | |
| dilivio | 2008-05-30 01:43 | |
| Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now??? Now testify - ratm | |
| E Solu - Ej medlem längre | 2008-05-30 15:02 | |
| The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good. (Samuel Johnson) | |
| 1stclassriot | 2008-05-30 15:05 | |
 | angels with silverwings, shouldn't know suffering. i wish i could take the pain from you. if god has a masterplan, that only he understands. i hope its your eyes he's seeing through. - depeche mode - precious bara vackert | |
| E_Cantona | 2008-05-30 15:17 | |
| håller med dig 1stclassriot, det är poesi... Martin Gore skriver underbara texter... Denna är ju bara så bra oxå:)) I want somebody to share Share the rest of my life Share my innermost thoughts Know my intimate details Someone who'll stand by my side And give me support And in return She'll get my support She will listen to me When I want to speak About the world we live in And life in general Though my views may be wrong They may even be perverted She will hear me out And won't easily be converted To my way of thinking In fact she'll often disagree But at the end of it all She will understand me I want somebody who cares For me passionately With every thought and with Every breath Someone who'll help me see things In a different light All the things I detect I will almost like I don't want to be tied To anyone's strings I'm carefully trying to steer clear Of those things But when I'm asleep I want somebody Who will put their arms around me And kiss me tenderly Though things like this Make me sick In a case like this I'll get away with it Somebody - Depeche Mode | |
| Jamo | 2008-05-30 15:28 | |
 | Lika bra att fortsätta med husgudarnas poesi. Here is a plea From my heart to you Nobody knows me As well as you do You know how hard it is for me To shake the disease That takes hold of my tongue In situations like these DM - Shake the disease | |
| Entragian - Ej medlem längre | 2008-05-30 15:33 | |
| Think someones at the door But I don't think I'm gonna answer Police saying "freeze" Doing, doing, doing What do you mean freeze? Please, I'm a human being, I have needs I'm not done, not till I'm finish peeing I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mr. Officer I'm already on my knees I can't get on the ground any further, it's impossible for me And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee, pee, pee Eminem | |
| Entragian - Ej medlem längre | 2008-05-30 15:37 | |
| This chick is clinging onto me sobbin and sighing Saying she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she crying But it's real and it's on and cats is getting killed So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield And she got hit now she yelling (Don't leave me!) I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late Kuniva- Eminem..... | |
| E Solu - Ej medlem längre | 2008-05-30 17:14 | |
| Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness. - Chuang-Tzu (350 B.C.) | |
| Peddape | 2008-06-01 14:28 | |
 | "Anywhere is paradise when you´r with the one you dream of" | |
| Jarnis86 | 2008-06-01 14:39 | |
 | Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please And if things don't change soon, he will. Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there as the night grows still. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill, Then they bury him with stars, Sell his body like they do used cars. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there facin' the hill. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? / Bob Dylan | |
| _yes_ | 2008-06-01 14:49 | |
 | What do I do now that you're gone? No second chance, no back-up plan and no one els to blame. All I can hear is the silence that remains. Of the words I couldn't say. Alla låttexter med Rascal Flatts är underbara! | |
| Little_Red - Ej medlem längre | 2008-08-18 01:55 | |
| Almost cut my hair It happened just the other day It's gettin kinda long I coulda said it wasn't in my way But I didn't and I wonder why I feel like letting my freak flag fly | |
