Þar sem Metallica er ein af mínum uppáhalds hljómsveitum ætla ég aðeins að nota texta eftir þá.
Það er mun minni texti í flestum rokk lögum heldur en í rapplögum, en samt eru rapplögin yfirleitt mun styttri,
sennilega vegna þess að þeir segja svona 70orð á sec. sem gerir þá óskiljanlega. :p
Nenni ekki að fara útí merkingar allra textana.
Með þetta rím sem þú varst að tala um, þá er rím í flestum rokk lögum, en svona multi syllable? jah, sure. Hérna er eitt dæmi:
Battery með Metallica:
Lashing out the action, returning the reaction
Weak are ripped and torn away
Hypnotizing power, crushing all that cower
Battery is here to stay
Smashing through the boundaries
Lunacy has found me
Cannot stop the battery
Pounding out aggression
Turns into obsession
Cannot kill the battery
Cannot kill the family
Battery is found in me
Battery
Crushing all deceivers, mashing non-believers
Never ending potency
Hungry violence seeker, feeding off the weaker
Breeding on insanity
Smashing through the boundaries
Lunacy has found me
Cannot stop the battery
Pounding out aggression
Turns into obsession
Cannot kill the battery
Cannot kill the family
Battery is found in me
Battery
Circle of destruction, hammer comes crushing
Powerhouse of energy
Whipping up a fury, dominating flurry
We create the battery
Smashing through the boundaries
Lunacy has found me
Cannot stop the battery
Pounding out aggression
Turns into obsession
Cannot kill the battery
Cannot kill the family
Battery is found in me
Battery
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Eftirfarandi texti er úr laginu Low Man's Lyric með Metallica
My eyes seek reality, my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step, he must come in from the rain.
I fall ‘cause I’ve let go.
The net below has rot away.
So my eyes seek reality, and my fingers seek my veins.
The trash fire is warm, but nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see what I've let me be, so wicked and worn.
So as I write to you of what is done and to do,
maybe you'll understand and won't cry for this man,
'cause low man is due.
Please forgive me.
My eyes seek reality, my fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand, I touch the clean to the waste.
The trash fire is warm, but nowhere safe from the storm.
Yeah.
And I can't bear to see what I've let me be, so wicked and worn.
So as I write to you, yeah, of what is done and to do,
oh yeah, maybe you'll understand and won't cry for this man, ‘cause low man is due.
Please forgive me, yeah.
Please forgive me.
Please forgive me.
So low, the sky is all I see.
All I want from you is forgive me.
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain,
though he just wants right back out again.
I cry to the alley way, confess all to the rain.
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror,
the one I’ve broken to match my face.
The trash fire is warm, but nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see what I've let me be, so wicked and worn.
So as I write to you, yeah. what is done and to do, oh yeah
maybe you'll understand and won't cry for this man 'cause low man is due.
Please forgive me.
Please forgive me.
So low, the sky is all I see.
All I want from you is forgive me.
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain,
though he just wants right back out again.
My eyes seek reality, my fingers seek my veins.
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Eftirfarandi fjallar um hermann í fyrri heimstyrjöldinni, sem lendir í því
að missa hendur, fætur, sjón, heyrn og málið, en deyr ekki.
Lagið er byggt á mynd sem heitir Johnny got his gun.
http://us.imdb.com/Title?0067277Hér er textinn, lagið heitir One. ;)
I Can't Remember Anything
Can't Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I'm Waking up I Can Not See
That There Is Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now
Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me
Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can't Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I'll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me
Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me
Now the World Is Gone I'm Just One
Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help Me
Darkness Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding Cell
Landmine…
Has Taken My Sight
Taken My Speech
Taken My Hearing
Taken My Arms
Taken My Legs
Taken My Soul
Left Me With Life In Hell
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