yeah yeah

Á ég að þegja af því að ég er hommi ?

Mega hommar ekki hafa skoðanir ?

cheezy borðarðu þröngsýni í morgunmat?
Berum saman texta sveitarinnar System of a Down “Bounce” saman við texta Sage Francis “Makeshift Patriot”

a)
SYSTEM OF A DOWN - Bounce

Jump, bounce, down, up
I went out on a date
with a girl, a bit late
she had so many friends
gliding through many hands
I brought my pogo stick
just to show her a trick
she had so many friends
Gliding through many hands
Jump pogo…..Bounce pogo
Down pogo, up pogo
Unannouced twster games
All players with no names
they lined up double quick
but just one pogo stick
everyone gets to play
runaway exposZ
it was so exotic
but just one pogo stick
Jump pogo…..Bounce pogo
Down pogo, up pogo
Oh I like to spread you out
touching whoever's behind
Jump pogo…..Bounce pogo
Down pogo, up pogo

vá. þetta var djúpt, og svei mér ef það er ekki meira segja dulinn meining! ætli cheezy geti fundið hana? naaaaah…

b)
Sage Francis - makeshift patriot

(People talking)
I'm tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all.
You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired,
and you're waving the damn flag.

Frank, what's that man?

I'm just watching some bullshit.
On the news. It's fucking bullshit.
Reporters trying to win a fucking emmy.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself for your live telecast.

Coming live from my own theater room,
Beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
Which is suitable for a full view of an altered skyline.
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence.
My journalist ethic slips when I pass some offensive gestures.
Don't give me that ethical shit.
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable american kids,
and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is.
That's exsactly how they attacked,
with a typically dark-skinned disney villain.
Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction.
Pregnant women could have protected their children;
wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal,
wondering if after it settles,
we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over,
but only on our own soil,
so the little boy holds a toy soldier,
and waits for the suit and tie to come home.
We're going to wait until he's older, though,
before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end.
I'll get a close-up of his head.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself while the stock markets crash.

The city is covered in inches of mud.
I see some other pictures of victims erupt.
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck,
leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding hands,
to escape the brutal heat;
sometimes in groups of three.
The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people would like to breath,
but all they say when all was said,
beyond the talking heads,
was the bloody dust with legs,
looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
All the hospitals overwhelmed,
volluntiers need to go the hell home.
Moments of silence for firefighters were interupted by cell phones.
Who's going to make that call, to increas an unknown death toll?
Someone we rally behind.
He's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll.
We'd cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control.
The less we know, the more they fabricate,
the easier it is to sell a soul.

(Man talking)
There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last.
Changes need to be made;
no more curbside baggage,
seven pm curfew,
racial profiling will continue with less bitching.
We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote,
remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier.
So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.

We're selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on TV.
Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties.
The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck,
'cause lots of things seem too sick.
I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music.
I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at,
which foot is right to kiss.
We don't really know who the culprit is yet,
but he looks like this.
We know who the heroes are,
they're not the xenophobes who act hard.
We taught the dog to squat,
how dare he do that shit in our own back yard.
They happen to scar our financial state,
and char our landscape.
Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn tape?
While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats,
on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst.
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your suns in a family huddle,
'cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score,
humanity struggles.
There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble;
some of them dug for answers in the mess,
but the rest were looking for trouble.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself.
Don't waive your rights with your flags.

(Two people talking)
Seriously, if I want to find out anything, I'm not going to read Time Magazine,
I'm not going to read Newsweek, I'm not going to read any of these magazines.
I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth,
you know that.

What kinds of truths are they omitting?

Well, anything.
Even on a worldwide basis.
They'd just go off the stands in a day if they printed really the truth.

What is really the truth?

Well, really the truth is just a plain picture.

Og ég skora á ykkur þröngsýnu rokkhundana að lesa textann, ekki gefast upp þó hann sé langur, og innihaldi kannski einhver orð sem ykkur finnst löng og erfið.
þið gætuð lært eitthvað.

AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA ertu VIRKILEGA að segja að rokk textar séu betri og erfiðari en rapp textar? AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA

Í fyrsta lagi þurfa rapp textarnir að vera fimmtíu sinnum lengri og þeir meika miklu meira sense og þeir verða ekki uppiskroppa með rapp texta því skal ég lofa þér. Frekar uppiskroppa með rokkið því að maður sér lítinn mun á þessu. Alltaf einhverjir dópistar sem að öskra heimskulega og fáranlega texta.

Eins og til dæmis Eminem sem að er frægastur í dag:
,,His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There´s vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti. He´s nervous , but on the surface, he looks calm and ready. To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, the whole crowd, goes so loud he opens his mouth, but the words won´t come out, he´s choking now, everybody´s choking now, the clocks run out, time´s up, over, plow(á að vera svona sprengja). Snap back to reality, whoops there goes gravity.“

Ég man ekki meira af þessum texta en þetta er aðeins meira en helmingurinn af fyrsta versinu af Lose Yourself og þetta meikar meira sense en nokkur rokk texti nokkurn tímann og sagði hann motherfucker? Hann sagði ekki EINU sinni motherfucker, hann blótaði ekki einu sinni. Svona rapp textar eru miklu erfiðari og þeir þurfa að segja öll orðin rétt, mega ekki breyta þeim og þeir verða að láta þetta vera original og ég þekki nóg af frægum rapp lögum, viltu að ég fari að nefna þau hér? Segðu orðið og ég skal skrifa lista.

Ég fokkin trúi því varla að þú getir verið svona NAUT DRULLU heimskur að segja að rokk textar eru flóknari en rapp textar. Rappið þarf að endast í heilt þriggja til fimm mínútna lag. Rokk textarnir eru oftast tvær setningar eða eitthvað og þeir syngja um hvað þeim líður rosalega illa og hvað lífið þeirra er í rusli og eitthvað svoleiðis kjaftæði. Meira að segja syngja þeir stundum bara um eitthvað rugl sem að er alveg út í hött eins og St. Anger eða hvað sem lagið hét, það var ekki NEITT vit í því, þetta var eitthvað ,,St. Anger in my brain” eða eitthvað svoleiðis kjaftæði. Eminem (ég nota hann sem dæmi því allir þekkja hann) rappar um MIKLU MIKLU MIKLU MIKLU MIKLU MIKLU MIKLU MIKLU MIKLU MIKLU fleiri hluti og þú hefur greinilega ekki hlustað á NEITT rapp lag því að þetta er aldrei sami textinn nema þú sért að tala um Rottweiler eða Dáðadrengina sem að geta varla kallast rapparar og eru bara hálfvitar. Hlustaðu á textann í einu alvöru rapplagi eftir kannski Nas eða The Roots eða Brand Nubian eða Necro þá sérðu að textarnir eru miklu flóknari.

Bíddu, skiptir engu máli með textann. Meira að segja Britney Spears hefur örugglega haft ágætis texta í sumum lögum, nennti bara enginn að hlusta á druzluna. Til góð lög í öllum undirflokkum tónlistarinnar. Hættið svo að láta eins og krakkar í leikskóla og metast um texta. Ég t.d. er alæta á tónlist og get hlustað á mest allt (nema death metal, aldrei fattað hvað er svona flott við að garga óskiljanlega hluti og kalla það tónlist, þó svo undirspilið gæti stundum verið fínt) og hættið bara að láta eins og gelgjur. Hafa allir mismunandi smekk og hlusta á misgóða tónlist. Þeirra smekkur, þeirra val um tónlist. Get used to it. En ég er sammála því að hætta með þessa fordóma. Ég myndi telja Goth fólk meira nice en fm hnakka, goth eru allavega ekki jafn yfirborðslegt fólk (allavega ekki það goth fólk sem ég hef talað við) og bara hættið þessu rugli.

ekki margir góðir textar? metallica? snilldar textar þar á ferð….