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aurinkoP
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#1 kirjoitettu 25.04.2023 00:28
IT kirjoitti:
Voiko tuota hippiaikaa ja sen henkeä enää paremmin tiivistää mitenkään?!
Jos Lewis Carroll oli hippi, niin mikäpä ettei, White Rabbitin teksti kun on melkein suoraan Liisa ihmemaassa -tarinasta ja biisin kirjoittanut Grace Slick myöntää sen. Itselleni hippiaika tiivistyy paremmin sanoihin "all you need is love", mutta that's just me.
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art074
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#3 kirjoitettu 25.04.2023 11:10
IT kirjoitti:
art074 kirjoitti:
IT kirjoitti:
Ja tuossa klassikkopiisi, jonka sanoma on niin totta...
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Loordi Tennyson taisi ehtiä tämän sanomaan jo toista sataa vuotta ennen Nazarethin neronleimausta. 
Se on ihan sama vaikka tuon olisi jo sanonut Aristoteles Antiikin kreikassa... Nyt haetaan kolahtavia sanoituksia riippumatta siitä kuka idean ehkä on ensimmäisenä esittänyt...
Mikserin nipottajaässätkin vois keksiä niitä omia kolahtavia lyriikoita tähän ketjuun eikä vaan niin että tartutaan joka asiassa niihin lillukanvarsiin...
jos parisataavuotinen loppuun kaluttu klisee laitetaan Nazarethin nimiin niin eikös se ole ihan asiallista korjata.
Ja jos se edelleen jollekin erityisesti kolahtaa vielä 2023 niin hieno juttuhan se vain on. Tartte niin itteensä ottaa, IT hyvä.
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geeli
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#4 kirjoitettu 25.04.2023 11:51
Onhan näitä hyviä läppiä räppibiiseissä muistin syövereissä aika paljonkin. Laitan tähän aluksi pari verseä Soundbombing 2:lta kappaleesta:
Eminem - Any Man
I'm ice grillin you, starin you down with a gremlin grin
I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym
I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias
to save me with in case I get chased by space aliens
A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium
than a maniac Saudi Arabian
A highly combustible head, spazmatic
strapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bed
Laid up in the hospital in critical condition
I flatlined; jumped up and ran from the mortician
High speed, IV full of thai weed
Lookin Chinese, with my knees stuck together like siamese
twins, joined at the groin like lesbians
Uhh, pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins
I hope God forgives me for my sins -- it probably all depends
on if I keep on killin my girlfriends
Last night I O.D.'d on rush, mushrooms and dust
and got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed
(Shucks!) I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say
I call in to work, cause all I do is frolic and play
I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day
of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (RRARRRRH)
Give me eleven Excederin my head'll spin
Medicine'll get me revvin like a 747 jet engine
Scratched my balls til I shredded skin
"Doctor, check this rash, look how red it's been"
"It's probably AIDS!" Forget it then
I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows
that don't even make sense, like dykes usin dildos
So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats
and pick up this Slim Shady shit that's on Rawkus
Somethin somethin somethin, somethin I get weeded
My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldn't read it
Damn!
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art074
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#7 kirjoitettu 25.04.2023 12:18 Muok:25.04.2023 15:58
I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
She said, "You're strange, but don't change," and I let her
Neil Young (Buffalo Springfeld) - Mr.Soul (1967)
Hyvä biisi, vaikka lainaa Satisfactionin riffiä aika surutta.
art074 muokkasi viestiä 15:56 25.04.2023
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cedarbear
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#9 kirjoitettu 26.04.2023 13:28
"End Of The Rainbow" (Richard Thompson)
I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your mother's breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
'Cause your father is a bully
And he thinks that you're a pest
And your sister, she's no better than a whore
Oh life seems so rosy in the cradle
But I'll be a friend, I'll tell you what's in store
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow
There's nothing to grow up for anymore
Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And the man holds a bread knife
Up to your throat is four feet wide
And he's anxious just to show you what it's for
Your mother works so hard to make you happy
But take a look outside the nursery door
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow
There's nothing to grow up for anymore
And all the sad and empty faces
That pass you on the street
All running in their sleep, all in a dream
And every loving handshake
Is just another man to beat
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core
Life seems so rosy in the cradle
But I'll be a friend, I'll tell you what's in store
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow
There's nothing to grow up for anymore
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