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Tramteateret lyrics - Pelle Parafins Bøljeband

Pelle Parafins B

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Her kommer Pelle Parafins Bøljeband som speller ny bøljemusikk Vi speller i Pelles kjeller, for der er det best akustik. Vi er veldig veldig gode, vi er like bra som strikk, For vi er Pelle Parafins Bøljeband som speller ny bøljemusikk. På piano har vi Leon Latex, han er liten med god for det, På bass har vi Billy Betong, og snart vil vi få sukse' På trommer slår Guttorm Grevling med stødig og god rytmikk Ja, vi er Pelle Parafins Bøljeband som speller ny bøljemusikk. På gitar har vi Pelle Parafin, han er bandets komponist, På sang har vi Ranga Rekkverk, en fremragende artist. Og Sandra Salamanter og Frida Frosk er også me' Ja, vi er Pelle Parafins Bøljeband og en dag vil vi få sukse'

Pierrot E La Luna

Litfiba
----------------- Luci infrangono lo spazio della vista Questa notte la notte ha fermato il tempo La luce e' un vortice Questa notte non deve finire mai Perche' sei bellissima Luna avvolgimi lo spazio della vista Accarezzo i tuoi occhi e mi resta in mano un po' di te La luce e' un vortice Come frammenti di voci lontane Bianca lebbra di luce Che m' attacca nel buio La mia pelle si spacca e non si forma piu' Bianca squama di cielo Che mi insegue nel buio La mia pelle si spacca e non si forma piu' Sono ancora qui non mi spezzo mai Potrei vivere nel sogno di volare Lanciandomi a cavallo delle scie Alzandomi come sabbia Come un frammento che cade lontano Bianche lebbra di luce Che m' attacca nel buio La mia pelle si spacca e non si forma piu' Bianca squama di cielo Che mi insegue nel buio La mia pelle si spacca e non si forma piu'

Nuotando Nellaria

Kuntz Marlene
pelle,è la tua proprio quella che mi manca in certi momenti, e in questo momento è la tua pelle ciò che sento, nuotando nell' aria. odori dell' amore nella pelle dolente tremante ardente. il cuore domanda cos' è che manca. perchè si sente male,molto male amando,amando,amandoti ancora. Nel letto,aspetto ogni giorno un pezzo di te, un bagno di gioia dal tuo sorriso, e non mi basta nuotare nell' aria per immaginarti. se tu sapessi che pena. intanto,l' aria intorno è più nebbia che altro, l' aria è più nebbia che altro.ahhh.. è certo un brivido averti qui con me, in volo libero,sugli anni andati ormai. e non è facile,dovresti credermi,sentirti qui con me, perchè tu non ci sei. mi piacerebbe sai,sentirti piangere,anche una lacrima, per pochi attimi. mi piacerebbe sai sentirti piangere,anche una lacrima, per pochi attimi.

Stai Bene Su Di Me

ARISA "Se Vedo Te"
Amore mio abbiamo vinto la guerra E non c’è più niente al mondo Che ci cambierà mai Solo se vorrai sarà così Proteggimi Dalla neve e dal fango Ma quante parole mi hai scritto sulle mani, grandi Parole che non ho dimenticato mai E stai Bene su di me Come un vestito Come la luna sulla pelle Come la luce che invade la città Come la felicità Che piove su di noi Amore mio abbiamo vinto tutto Le strade I cortili sono ancora pieni e noi siamo qui piccoli a perderci Tra le galassie e I pianeti le promesse le sfumature Stai Bene su di me Come un vestito Come la luna sulla pelle Come la luce che invade la città Come la felicità Che piove su di noi E stai Bene su di me Come un vestito Come la luna sulla pelle Come la luce che invade la città Come la felicità Che piove su di noi

Battle Cry

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none. No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one. So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke And guess what? That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco Bunch of trash inbetween hooks Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera I rhyme hotter and I say it better I'm a winter cold war I'm a product of the Regan Era Day thinkin till the page inkin' My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln. Fam I don't know what they thinkin These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin I'm a boss not a loss yet You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets Local boy, when's the last time you all left? I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next Last month Canada, before that? Europe I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup Every time I write it's another flight Another whore with my kids on her underbite Another "YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape But the sky ain't the limit I could teleport through my mind any minute Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit" All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid I'm outta this world - don't belong here What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair? Family, you niggas got it twisted Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk Dick in my hand I'm pissed off But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent Underneath the shades on a Project park bench Superman when I grip the Mic The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite You'll become a little memory, gigabyte Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain If I don't put them on a track I would go insane Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram I live the life of a rock-star They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10' My peers know I'm gonna win. This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain Sometimes we take a bath Victory feels far better Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter I'm harder than a fonz-lebber My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever I could front like a car fender Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders New York I'm the answer to your prayers Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports. Chea Joell Ortiz Who feel they... Who feel they better?

9th Chamber

Inspectah Deck "Uncontrolled Substance"
{*evil laughter*} [La the Darkman] Yeah, INS, yo it's La the Darkman Hit 'em with the death blow Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting Tryin to pick up, you fuckin with the Arch Bishop Defyin me is like startin Rap World War 3 You rather sell your key to NYPD My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes My words wear jet black hoods, lookin suspicious [Beretta 9] Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats In fact punch a clock, it's my time to rock, dock the known like a scott Engineered this thought that I present, strugglin to comprehend While I fill you in with a bar of tin And clear the God Sin, do em in kid [Killa Sin] I stay lurkin, circlin the premises Dart chemist on the search, my arch nemesis Concotin nuerotoxins out of synonyms Send your physical in triple shock Crippled in a detox, with no rememberance Well I rocks the shows with the minimum capacity to pack the front row and flow naturally Killin 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums and blow like dirty schrapnel grenades with now pins in em [Street Life] Why risk it? Killah Hill District, we flip shit Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits Put it up, I lay it down, my streets sound surround Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder Island drifter, black vagina finder Loungin by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch [Inspectah Deck] Toxi' on Bacardi Pina, low crawlin through Medina Slumped in the seven-seater, thumpin heaters The bite might cause seizures, weak MC's take me to your leader We the true source, movin off on uncharted course My thoughts come across with the blindin force Killa Bees plant seeds, slide North or get knocked of like a pawn if you dare lock on [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You are now in the 9th Chamber Where the falls of reality closin fast on the world of make-believe And your fantasy is nothin more than a memory Now bear witness to the realness Showin and provin, we live by the sword...

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