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Angry Anymore

Ani DiFranco

Growing up it was just me and my mom
Against the world
And all my sympathies were with her
When I was a little girl
But now I’ve seen both my parents
Play out the hands they were dealt
And as each year goes by
I know more about how my father must have felt

I just want you to understand
That I know what all the fighting was for
And I just want you to understand
That I’m not angry anymore
I’m not angry anymore

She taught me how to wage a cold war
With quiet charm
But I just want to walk
Through my life unarmed
To accept and just get by
Like my father learned to do
But without all the acceptance and getting by
That got my father through

Night falls like people into love
We generate our own light
To compensate
For the lack of light from above
Every time we fight
A cold wind blows our way

But we learn like the trees
How to bend
How to sway and say

I, I think I understand
What all this fighting is for
And baby, I just want you to understand
That I’m not angry anymore
No, I’m not angry anymore

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Ani DiFranco er en amerikansk singer&songwriter som jeg oppdaget via en kompis på 90-tallet. Hun ble født i Buffalo, New York, 23. september 1970. I 1989 startet hun sitt eget plateselskap, Righteous Records, som fikk sitt nye navn Righteous Babe Records i 1994. DiFranco sier selv hun er bifil, og hun er også helt klart feminist.

Ani DiFranco skriver ikke kun sangtekster, men også poesi, og har gitt ut to diktsamlinger: Self-evident: poesie e disegni (2994) og Verses (2007).

Jeg har vært så heldig å se henne live én gang, i 1999 i Oslo. Det var en relativt liten og intom konsert, og jeg husker jeg stortrivdes.

Untouchable Face

Think I’m going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don’t want nobody to follow me
‘Cept maybe you
I could make you happy you know
If you weren’t already
I could do a lot of things
And I do

Tell you the truth I prefer
The worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She’s not really my type
But I think you two are forever
And I hate to say it but
You’re perfect together

So fuck you
And your untouchable face
And fuck you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch
And who am I
Bet you can’t even tell me that much

Two-thirty in the morning
And my gas tank will be empty soon
Neon sign on the horizon
Rubbing elbows with the moon
A safe haven of sleepless
Where the deep fryer’s always on
Radio is counting down
The top 20 country songs
And out on the porch the fly strip is
Waving like a flag in the wind
Y’know, I don’t look forward
To seeing you again soon
You’ll look like a photograph of yourself
Taken from far far away
And I won’t know what to do
And I won’t know what to say

Except fuck you…

I see you and i’m so perplexed
What was I thinking
What will I think of next
Where can I hide
In the back room there’s a lamp
That hangs over the pool table
And when the fan is on it swings
Gently side to side
There’s a changing constellation of balls as we are playing
I see orion and say nothing
The only thing I can think of saying is fuck you…

Foundations

Kate Nash

Thursday night,
everything’s fine,
Except you’ve got that look in your eyes,
when I’m telling a story
And you find it boring your thinking of something to say.
You’ll go along with and then drop it
And you Humiliate me, in front of our friends.

Then I’ll use that voice what you find annoyin’
And say something like
«intelligent input darlin’ why don’t you just go and have another beer then?»

Then you call me a bitch and everyone we’re with will be embarrassed,
and I won’t give a shit.

My fingertips are holding onto the
cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can’t.
And everytime we fight I know its not right,
everytime that your upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can’t.

You said I must eat so many lemons,
’cause I am so bitter.
I said «I’d rather be with your friends mate,
cause they are much fitter»

Yes it was childish
and you got aggressive
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My fingertips are holding onto the
Cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can’t.
And everytime we fight,
I know its not right,
every time that your upset and I smile,
I know I should forget,
but I can’t.

Your face is pasty,
‘Cause you’ve gone and got so wasted,
what a surprise,
don’t want to look at your face,
’cause its making me sick.

You’ve gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these Yesterday.
Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.

Well I’ll leave you there till the mornin’,
and I purposely won’t turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I’m not stuck with this one.

My fingertips are holding onto the
Cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can’t.
And everytime we fight,
I know its not right,
every time that your upset and I smile,
I know I should forget,
but I can’t.

And every time we fight I know it’s not right,
every time that you’re upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can’t.

Irsk-engelske Kate Nash be født 6. juli 1987 i Dublin, og vokste opp i Harrow. Hun lærte å spille piano på Sandbach School, og hadde ambisjoner om å bli skuespiller, men etter å ha blitt avvist ved Bristol Old Vic Theatre School, la hun vekk planene.

Hun debuterte med sangen «Caroline’s a Victim», som kun ble utgitt på en 7″ vinylplate. Sangen «Mariella» finnes på hennes første fulle album, Made of Bricks (2007).

Mariella

I’m heavy handed, to say the least.
My mother thinks I’ll be an awful clutcher ‘cus I spill things from stiring them too quickly.
I’m far too loud.
Its like, as soon as I’ve got an opinion, it just has to come out.
I laugh at stupid things just cus they tickle me.

And sometimes, sometimes, I wish I was like Mariella,
she got some pritt stick and glued her lips together.
So she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak.
People used to say shes as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn’t make a peep.

She marched to her wardrobe and threw away the colour, because wearing black looks mysterious, but it didn’t impress her mother.
She wanted to dress her baby in patterns and flowers, but Mariella just crossed her arms and so she cried for hours.
Mariella.
Mariella.
My pretty, baby girl
Unglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearls.
You can have your friends ’round and they can stay for tea.
Won’t you just try to fit in please, do this for me.
But Mariella just crossed her arms and walked up the stairs and she went into her bedroom, and she sat on her bed.
And she looked in the mirror and she thought to herself «If I wanna play, I can play with me, If I wanna think, I’ll think in my head.

At school, Mariella didn’t have many friends, yeah, the girls there, they looked at her and thought she was quite strange.
Boys aren’t really into girls at that age.
And the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase.
But Mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road because she knew all the secrets in her world.
yeah, she always got the crossword puzzle right every day and she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes.
Mariella.
Mariella.
Pretty, pretty girl.
Mariella.
Mariella.
Happy in her own little world
Happy in her own little world
And she says «I’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, I’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, I’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever gunna unglue my lips from being together.»
She said «I’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, I’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, I’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever evereverevereverevereverevereverevergunna unglue my lips from being together.»

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Ra Is A Busy God

Where’re you going Ra?
Take me with you Ra…
You’re a busy God

Away
Away

Where’re you going Ra?
Take me with you Ra…
You’re such a busy God

I wish you could stay
I only want to play and play
But you’re such a busy god
and I’m such a mortal Ra

I envy your friends
The moon, the rain, the wind
And when you come back
I’ll have my best dress on
I’ll spin around so that when you look down
All you’ll see is me

Where’re you going Ra?
Take me with you Ra…
You’re such a busy God
Where’re you going Ra?

Oh, even the leaves laugh
As you spin and tumble through
We explode in color
All for your honor
I envy your friends
The moon, the rain, the wind

Even the leaves laugh
’cause they have what I have
Reach from the best tree
So he can see me

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Jeg husker veldig godt mitt første møte med musikken til den amerikanske sangeren Happy Rhodes. Det var hjemme hos en kompis, og han satte på en CD han mente jeg burde høre. Allerede ved første tone begynte jeg å danse rundt: Det var vakkert og trollbindende! Da vi skulle gå, kom han bort til meg med en CD og rakte den til meg. «Vær så god!» sa han og smilte. Forskrekket kikket jeg på ham, og så på CDen og så på ham igjen. «Jeg skjønte du likte det så godt, så jeg tenkte du kunne få den.. Og sånn var det at Many Worlds Are Born Tonight ble min første CD med Happy Rhodes.

Temporary And Eternal

(fra albumet Equipoise)

He is broken, far from free
Words were spoken, ‘tween him and me
«I had friends, yes, I was admired
I’m so old now, feel so tired»

Well he walks to the gate and he looks behind
at life in rewind
And wishes he had known these things
while still alive
still alive

He can see reason in everything
«Where do I go to get my wings»

Going to fly

She sees faces in her home
Wonders why they (don’t) leave her alone
«You must know child, I am all here
They think I’m failing, senile, I fear»

Well she walks to the gate and she looks behind
at life in rewind
And wishes she had known these things
while still alive
still alive

«I can see the purpose now and all I’ve learned
All the roads and where they’ve turned
I can see, I can see everything, the total truth
I’m ready for another youth»

Going to fly
Skrevet av Happy Rhodes

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A Cheater’s Armoury
av Hanne Hukkelberg

All above board,
And we see nothing at all.
Clean and empty hands,
But still there’s something lurking.
We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, then you deny,
Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry

You gamester,
You tell us our
Fortunes by your cards
And you’re rubbing
Yourself deep
Into our wounds.

You gamester
You fool us
We watch your spinning wheel
And we scratch
And we itch,
And the longer it
Takes for us
To heal.

You promise ten birds
In the bush,
Each and every Sunday
Sell your ”letters of indulgence”
We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, then you deny,
Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry
A cheater’s armoury

All you’ve got
Is shifty eyes,
A black dress,
A false name.

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Mars’ sanger er norske Hanne Hukkelberg. Hun ble født på Kongsberg i 1979, og allerede i treårsalderen både sang og spilte hun intrumenter. Hun har en nesten sart, men veldig vakker, «sound», og tekstene er herlig poetiske. Hun skriver både norske og engelske tekster, og jeg vil starte med en av de norske:

Boble

Boble av bomull
Spinner rundt
Med meg
Inni seg
Gjennomsiktig

Sansene svimles
Synet sløres
Bobletid

Hver detalj
Blir større her
Som snekrystallens
Mange tær og
Sirkelens mange
Hjørnetenner

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Touch Me With Your Love

I dreamed of you last night,
You had a different face,
Or maybe just a haircut,
You were older and wiser,
Yet more like a child,
I was amazed to still find you,
There at the back of my mind,
This dream was short,
This dream was happy,
This dream was short,
This dream was happy.

Put your loving on a slow burner,
If you want to keep your loving warmer,
Put your loving on a slow simmer,
If it helps to keep a light from growing dimmer.

Hold on hold out,
Youre still thrown against a wall,
Never looking to be picked up,
Or left alone to fall.

Can you touch me with your love,
Would I feel it if I trust enough,
Could it almost be a lust for life,
Would I feel it if Id not known it by sight.

You could put it on a coal burner,
Deception never kept it any warmer,
The truth is cooking on a slow simmer,
A light still shining even when its dimmer,

Hold on hold out,
Youre still thrown against a wall,
Never looking to be picked up,
Or left alone to fall.

Can you touch me with your love,
Would I feel it if I trust enough,
Could it almost be a lust for life,
Would I feel it if Id not known it by sight.

Troubled waters locked so far down below,
Will have to find another place to go,
If the truth in my heart gets put aside,
Just let me go and wait for the next ride.

Hold on hold out,
Ive been thrown against that wall,
Never wanted to be picked up,
And left alone to fall,

Then it touched me just like love,
Still feel it when I trust enough,
Could almost be a lust for life,
Still feel it though Id not known it by sight,
Can feel it cos I know its all right.

– Beth Orton

Conceived

Want to keep your dream alive?
Can I keep it with mine?
But I’m no good for you
I suppose when you get a cold bath
You still hold me close at night

Never liked you any less
And the world’s not such a friendly place, is it?
It can grow very cold, very quickly, and for a very long time
If the sun, with some twist of fate, stops giving out it’s shine

Some of the time the future comes right ‘round to haunt me
Some of the time the future comes ’round just to see
Not all is as it could be
Like it’s there to remind me
We’ve got to wait and see

Can I still be conceived
In a loveless embrace
Still we learn to be a warm sun
Around a very cold galaxy
It’s just like you said it could be
Oh, it’s like you said it would be

Some of the time the future comes right ’round to haunt me
Some of the time the future comes ’round just to see
That all is as it should be
Like it’s there to remind me
We’ve got to let it be -yea

Some of the time the future comes right ’round to haunt me
Some of the time the future comes ’round just to see
That all is as it could be
And it’s there to remind me
We’ve got to wait and see
We’ve got to let it be – yea
Wait and see, wait and see

– Beth Orton

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