Textrader

Det här har jag skjutit på att göra väldigt länge, men nu är det fan dags, med all denna jävla foglossningsrelaterade fritid jag har. Som ni vet så är jag en jävla musiknörd. Precis som många andra går det rysningar längs ryggraden på mig när jag hör vissa låtar, de ger mig mental ståpäls och ståfräs och hela baletten på en och samma gång. Många gånger är ståfräsen relaterad till en basgång, en slinga eller en kombination, men många gånger också till en snygg textrad, en rad som får en att odla små horn i pannan, gråta eller bara känna sig fullständigt jävla untouchable när man hör. Eller så är det bara snyggt. Här är en egen topplista på såna rader:

• "You drift into the strangest dreams
  Of youthful follies and changing teams
  Admit you're wrong, oh, no, not yet
  Then you wake up and remember that you can't forget
  
  She's made you some kind of laughing stock
  Because you dance to disco, and you don't like rock
  She'd make fun of you, and even in bed
  Said she was gonna go and get herself a real man instead
  
  So ask yourself now: Can you forgive her
  If she begs you to?
  Ask yourself: Can you even deliver
  What she demands of you?" - Pet shop Boys - Can you forgive her?

• "begging here and barking there
  shes swearing all the time
  her fingers fumbling with her hair
  a dirty mess of grime
  
  and she starts to cry and shes asking why
  her lifes always the same
  but she does not see, that unfortunately
  theres no one here to blame
  
  "heroin" she said, "was the best i had...
  no more mountains left to climb.
  the world so slow... all my dreams just too high
  to be fulfilled in time...!" - Wolfsheim - Heroin, she said

• "Go away leave me alone
  I feel your presence in my mind
  the time seems to stop I set you free
  you calm my mind you calm my mind
  make my dreams come true - baby
  every time it seems to me
  that fiction and reality melt together for eternity
  liquid words dropping down the stairs
  filling the emptiness with sense
  you and me on the floor floating on our sensibility
  
  you need a timekiller and you don't understand
  I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
  I am your timekiller I let your mind expand
  I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
  
  tick tock tick tock madness comes tonight
  what's reality compared to me
  I rest on the bed and I'm sure I slowly get mad" - Project Pitchfork - Timekiller

• "I haven't really ever found a place that I call home
  I never stick around quite long enough to make it
  I apologize that once again I'm not in love
  But it's not as if I mind
  that your heart ain't exactly breaking
  
  It's just a thought, only a thought
  
  But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
  Well I deserve nothing more than I get
  Cos nothing I have is truly mine .." - Dido - Life for rent
  
  
• "So why do I love when I still feel pain?
  When does it end, when is my work done?
  Why am I lone and why do I feel that
  I carry a sword through a battlefield?
  So why do I love when I still feel pain?
  When does it end, when is my work done?
  Why do I fight and why do I feel that
  I carry a sword, that I carry a sword?" - VNV Nation - Joy

Det får duga, så länge. Enjoy.