Home-made Lyrics

[fu]

anteeksi... sekamurteinen kun olen (turku / savo).. ;D ei sitä osaa oikein kirjoittaakaan oikein... aina kun yrittää miettiä, miten se kirjoitetaan niin tulee ongelmia, kun lausun sanat niin erillä tavalla kuin kirjoitan. ;D

[twilightheart]

I don`t understand a word of all the finnish stuff over there. Oh well, I´ll post something in english now. This is a poem that I wrote in the night when Quorthon died (couldn`t sleep anyway as I was to shocked).

Against all bad voices you stood strong,
against all critics you stood tight.
Those doubting you, you proved them wrong,
for your beliefs you`d always fight.

Generations you enchanted with your ideas,
outstanding music and lyrics so true…
analysing history, nature, dreams and fears,
like no one else could ever do.

Your songs… amazing, wakening, cutting like knifes,
you sang them for us… forever to be proud.
The music you gave… such a precious gift in our lifes!
Unimaginable to ever live without!

So suddenly the news came through from out there
at the end of a fucked up day.
Is there no one to wake me from this nightmare?
Would it help to damn all Gods? Would it help to pray?

Thinking back of words of thy,
feeling like never again I could rest.
In the twilight I stand and cry
… we`ve lost the very best.

[frostheim]

fu said:

anteeksi... sekamurteinen kun olen (turku / savo).. ;D ei sitä osaa oikein kirjoittaakaan oikein... aina kun yrittää miettiä, miten se kirjoitetaan niin tulee ongelmia, kun lausun sanat niin erillä tavalla kuin kirjoitan. ;D

Itsellä suku isän puolelta Pöytyältä (ja omassa puheessa vahva elementti nimenomaan lounaismurteista) ja äidinpuolelta itäisemmästä Suomesta, jotta ei sen tarvitse murretaustoista välttämättä olla edes kiinni; aihetta kun on mahdollista maassamme opiskella ja tutkia pidemmältikin, jos ei omat taustatekijät sekä -vaikuttimet muutoin tunnu "riittävän", heh.

For non-Finnish speakers: Just a bit of quick and harmless chit chat about dialects and dialectal backgrounds, as well as how to write a couple of words brought up by me there a while earlier, thus nothing very special, carry on, people.

[fu]

onhan murteet opeteltavissakin toki... itse menin kurssille ja nyt luokkatoverini puhuvat jonkin sorttista savoa aina väliin vahingossa. parhaitenhan sen oppii kuuntelemalla, eikä kirjoista lukemalla.. Itselleni ei ainakaan tartu kirjoista mitään kamalasti päähän, kun taas kuuntelemalla se tarttuu kuin häkä... ;D tässä on ollut kamala yritys pitää oma rakas murteeni ettei turku tule vallitsevaksi mokomukseksi. ;D
ehkäpä pitää taas vaihtaa kirjoitus omaksi surkeaksi englannikseni, ettei huomenna näy tuhatta viestiä ihmettelemässä tätä?
maybe i write here some lyrics more when i find them all...
and maybe translate them someday in english too. ;D
Sorry to bother you guys!

[flame]

This is one I wrote with my old German Punkrockband which shows my twisted mind

Ich bin schwarz und ich bin weiß - ich bin böse und ich bin gut
ich bin 2 Seiten der Medaille bin beherscht und ich bin Wut
Versuch mich nicht zu verstehen - mach mir selber keinen Reim
eben grad noch nett & freundlich - jetzt schon wieder hundsgemein

In mir schlummern 2 Gestalten - Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde
grad noch ängstlich wie ein Reh - jetzt zu jedem Schritt bereit

Ich bin sanft & ich bin wild - ich bin dunkel und ich bin hell
vor nem liedschlag noch ein Dorfdepp und jetzt schon intellektuell
Ich bin Ruhe & ich bin Sturm ich bin hart und ich bin weich
war ich grad noch bettelarm bin ich jetzt schon stinkend reich

In mir schlummern 2 Gestalten - Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde
Eben grad noch völlig nüchtern - jetzt schon wieder stinkend breit

Ich bin gerne nicht normal - wer will denn schon sein wie ihr
eben sanft noch wie ein Lamm werd ich wieder mal zum Tier

In mir schlummern 2 Gestalten - Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde
Vor Sekunden noch tieftraurig - jetzt schon voller Heiterkeit

Translation will follow

Greets Flame

[frostheim]

fu said:

onhan murteet opeteltavissakin toki...

En nyt varsinaisesti tuota edes tarkoittanut, vaan nimenomaan sitä, että aihetta murteista kokonaisuudessaan on mahdollista sekä joskus ynnä toisinaan jopa hyväkin myös erikseen opiskella toisistaan poikkeavien sekä erottuvien piirteiden, ominaisuuksien sekä olennaisuuksien hahmottamiseksi, jos siis sellaiset seikkaintilat suinkin vain sattuvat kiinnostamaan. En siis niinkään meinannut itse murteiden nimenomaista opettelua tjsp., sillä kuten itsestäänselvyyden aiheen tiimoilta tuossa itsekin juuri toteat:

fu said:

parhaitenhan sen oppii kuuntelemalla, eikä kirjoista lukemalla..

Luonnollisestikin juuri näin; ei lisättävää.

fu said:

;D tässä on ollut kamala yritys pitää oma rakas murteeni ettei turku tule vallitsevaksi mokomukseksi. ;D

Itse taasen puolustan omaa lounaismurrepohjaani henkeen ja vereen.

Enough with this Finnish offtopic chit chat.

[magnas]

I wrote this one for my friend's band

I've lived a long life my days almost gone
Now I must die so alone
I saw all my sons
Leaving sunny France
For vision of fortune they're run

House lies in ruins my garden is dead
My son is marching to east
From order of king
For one golden ring
We're drinking from chalice of tears

chorus
Hammer in hand rose on the shield
Let no foe to leave battlefield
King on the horse leads you to charge
For the cross you've started the march

You left your wives you left your children
Is that price for (you) left your wisdom?
For the glory honor and fame
For the gold you are all dead man

No tombstone no cross in desert dust
Saracens won't show mercy
Far from the home
By order of Rome
Diamonds to lords to you only rust

[twilightheart]

Here`s something I wrote as a child:

Have you looked outside the window recent,
to see the sky waving in saphir-blue light?
Have you felt you want to cherish this moment,
and leave your boring place.. get out of sight?

Just to run to the forest to lay down and rest
between ancient trees and a breath-taking flower-scene,
breathing pure, clear air at its best,
at a place so beautiful you´ve never before seen.

Just enjoying nature´s innocence all around
with all its romantic beauty so full of miracles,
bringing you all the peace of mind ever able to be found,
your brain full of dreams and colorful sparkles.

The sound of a small river near you brings grace,
washes away all poison and pain.
To know you`re a free man brings a smile to your face,
and you know without it you would go insane.

So, have you looked outside the window today?
Have you felt what I was just writing about then?
Does it pull your soul out to nature for a stay?
Well, then rush to the forest as soon as you can!

[flame]

Here is one i finished during my night-watch. I have to check the grammar later, when my brain works clear again....

Some sort of a shaman story song

Sometimes they said son to me - I rather had a family
walked down through pain and sorrowness - but then went out into wilderness

4 Days without water and food then suddenly I felt the mood to spread my wings and stretch my fur run down the hills and fly up to the sky

Deep in the forest I saw a light it felt for me like an acient might long forgotten it said to me with a powerful voice JOIN US its your final choice

It said t me the world of ghosts awaits you there are 2 Worlds you can live in both Use the mushrooms use the spirit of me and join our spiritual Family

I trusted him and ate his flesh then I took deep down my final breath then other voices through the mist came across a howling with them !

The Ghost of plants the earth itself they hugged me took me under her shelf deep down in a world with other rules and nothing would be like it was

I heard a Ripping felt I DIED but that was not the end of night the took my bones they feast on me one and a half eternity

They re-relived me powerful since that time i can feel the truth - no longer man more than a ghost a spirit with my body !

Now i´m a spiritual warrior a shaman with my dreams of a land and when I dance with the drum in my hand I think at first to the mushroom ghost


What do you mean ?

[diesel]

Mother nature, life and death
For those about to die
Bloody fields, black revenge
Tearin us apart!
Killers hands, blaze of flames
Armagedon is coming to us
Evil rising in our eyees
Feelings will remain!

My vision of a new day dawn
Running for the night
My vision of a new day dawn
Today I'm born, tomorow I'll die!

Nightmare comes in dream again
I'm afraid to fall asleep
Puppet in a mirror I can see
Playing a game with me!
Life has gone, death has come
It's time for judgement day
By night feel fear, by day I sleep
'Till I rest in peace!

My soul is crying, body is dieing
I'm a man on the edge
Sun is rising, and I'm looking
A vision of a new day dawn!!!

What you think???

[flame]

Cool lines, diesel. Anything else in common ?

[MoonDancer]

flame, diesel: congrats. I like your lyrics, anything else to share?

[jarmo]

I like it, but may I ask in what conditions you wrote this? Did something happen to make you write this? Or did you just write it for fun?

[flame]

jarmo said:

I like it, but may I ask in what conditions you wrote this? Did something happen to make you write this? Or did you just write it for fun?

No , it started when I read about an austrian woman. I took some of this red-white mushrooms and had visions about it. The rest is history and lyrical imagination


C U

Flame

[diesel]

The War In The Middle Earth

After three hundred years of pain, suffer and misery,
The war has began in the middle earth!

In the bright morning
Sailing into the sun
Afterwards we looked
Those who will die

And old man full of thoughts
Old man full of memories
Trying to make a change
If he could have a piece of chance

/We're damned for all time
There's no time to runaway
'Cause we're damned for all time
Now turn back

Brothers and friends
Looking at enemies
Ther's no time
To say our prayers

That day I cried
Thinking about my life
And emptiness I knew
That's overtaking my soul
/
Ran into death
Stand on bloody fields
Long distance view
That takes my breathe away

Serpants we were
For so long time
But now we're marching
To a better life
/
Bloody field still stands here
Painted all in red
All across the sea
Bring us pain and misery

Laying on the ground
Covered all in blood
Just a piece of chance
To make it all changed

...and we were there, fighting for freedom. So now we can be hallowed by the name.
We're not prisoners anymore, we are now on our own...

OK! I wrote this for my band! I wrote this songs when I was depressed or very angry! Maybe you'll find some mistakes 'cause my English is bad! btw I'm from Croatia!