MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
morten harket - all of you concerned
I know no future, my path is in my stride
Every footstep is a journey, every instance of it
mine
I leave the day behind me, with all I might have
learned
Every service in it's harvest, and all of you
concerned
All the thoughts and worries, I could dwell upon
today
Are all waiting for me out there, to point each
different way
And all the tears fallen, for things that I have seen
Could take me to the doorstep, but never let me in
Confined to the wheels of time, without fears
But life is the moment when time disappears
We look to the future as we deal with our past
But the moments are left, to wake us, wake us up at
last
I know no future, my path is in my stride
Every footstep is a journey, every instance of it
mine
Of it mine
morten harket - ape angel
I´m not clean
I´ve never been clean
You all know what I mean
You just take a look
In my genes
Babe I´m untrue
Split in two
Halo and hoof
A runaway from the zoo
From heaven to you
United in you
Ape Angel
Come fly with me
Let´s climb a tree
Together
Ape Angel
You´re an open road
And a dead end street
Together
Together now
Made out of clay
Nothing but clay
till it came our way
And golden ray
Hit the DNA
On the seventh days
morten harket - a kind of christmas card
All you folks back home
I'll never tell you this
You're not supposed to know
Where your daughter is
There are ways of life
You never understood
It's right here
Downtown Hollywood
It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
I've got a stolen moment trying hard
To write a kind of Christmas card
But I am burning out again
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Mama, dear
All the love you gave
I guess there's really nothing
Nothing much to save
This place is as steardy as I feel myself
There are still some riches
At the Roosevelt
That evening prayer
Those memories
In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
That's where I am at
Down in Los Angeles
And I am burning out again
And I must rise above the shame
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Just think of thr girl I used to be
You were my age once, mama
twenty-three
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
From that summer of love in '68
Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
And I am burning out again
morten harket - a name is a name
A name is a name
But your names in the night
Call on your sleep
Where your soul comes alight
I could be there by your side
I would walk and you could fly
I'm not counting these days
Where I'm taken aside
I'm not losing my pride
I just left it outside
Cause I can't fight these waves
There's an ocean behind
Thought I looked you in the eye
But you came up from behind
A name is a name
I know your names in the night
This could be the dream of the angels above
To fly on the wings of a woman in love
You could be here by my side
I would kneel and you could fly
I'm not counting these days
Where I'm taken aside
morten harket - brodsky tune
As you pour yourself a scotch
Crush a roach or check your watch
As your hands adjust your tie people die
In the towns with funny names
Hit by bullets, caught in flames
By and large not knowing why people die
And in small places you don't know of
Yet big for having no chance to scream
Or say good-bye people die
Chorus: La, la... Let me know
People die as you elect
New apostles of neglect, self restraint
Whereby people die Too far off to practice love
For thy neighbour, brother Slav
Where your cherubs dread to fly people die
Chorus...
While the statues disagree
Cain's version, history for its fuel tends to buy
Those who die
As you watch the athletes score
Or check your latest statement
Or sing your child a lullaby people die
Time, whose sharp, bloodthirsty quill
Parts the killed from those who kill
Will pronounce the latter tribe
As your type
morten harket - burn money burn
Burn, money; burn
I don't like the wheels that you turn
You don't know the value of things
I still like your bells when they ring
Burn, money; burn
What I was taught is not what I learn
I don't need an iq-score to beat
Take my heart, there's nothing to compete
You could say that
Love's late for someone
You could say that
Love waits on someone
Sing, my heart; sing
I know that you can change anything
I cross the street and lean on the wind
The truth is like a whisper, laughing
Sting, my heart; sting
Our enemy must save their own skin
It just takes a spark to light across
If they could, they would want to be like us
morten harket - burning out again
All you folks back home
I'll never tell you this
You're not supposed to know
where your daughter is
There are ways of life
you never understood
it's right here
downtown Hllywood
it's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
i've got a stolen moment trying hard
to write a kind of christmas card
but I am burning out again
tonight there is fever in my veins
mama, dear
all the love you gave
i guess there's really nothing
nothing much to save
this place is as dirty as I feel myself
there are still some riches
at the Roosevelt
that evening prayer
those memories
in my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
that's where I'm at
down in Los Angeles
And I am burning out again
and I must rise above the shame
tonigh there is fever in my veins
just think of the girl I used to be
you were my age once, mama
twenty-three
i can still hear some of the songs you used to play
from that summer of love in '68
seems it's turned into a winter of hate
and I am burning out again
morten harket - can t take my eyes off you
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
I love you, baby
And if it's quite alright
I need you, baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you, baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh, pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby
Let me love you
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
I love you, baby
And if it's quite alright
I need you, baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you, baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh, pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby
Let me love you
morten harket - darkspace
In the Darkspace
when I close my eyes
I see your face
Shining
like the moon in the night
and I must tell you
From my heart
I've been waiting my time
my love
All over the world
You're with me, with me, with me,
Youâ??re with me, you're with me
Wherever I go
youâ??re with me, with me, with me,
Youâ??re with me, you're with me,
Wherever I go
(Like the moon) you're on the back of
riding through the human race
crossing these rivers of memories
girl you've got sunshine on your face
You're with me, with me, with me,
Youâ??re with me, you're with me
Wherever I go
youâ??re with me, with me, with me
Youâ??re with me, you're with me
wherever I go
Time, time's like a slow rising wave
gathering, gathering up nights and days
and I feel, I feel I'm at the moment when (it) breaks
yes I feel, we're at the moment when it breaks
You're with me, with me, with me
you're with me, you're with me
I'd do you every night.
Cause you're with me, with me, with me
you're with me, you're with me
and in our window there is light
Wherever I go.
And in our window there is light.
You're with me, with me, with me
you're with me, you're with me
wherever I go
With me
Wherever I go
morten harket - den fremmed
Jeg fulgte to som vandret for seg selv
I sorg pa veiene till enmaus;
Jeg sa at alt de trodde la i grus,
Og lot som om jeg ville ta farvel.
Men lyset sank, og dagen var pa hell,
I odemarken vidt om emmaus;
De sa at jeg var fremmed i hvert hus,
Og ba meg : vandrer, bli hos oss i kveld.
Jeg ble hos dem og horte at de satt
Forvakende og talte om en bror
Som gud lot do alene og frolatt.
Da sto jeg opp, av sorg for disse ord;
Alene gikk jeg bort fra byens natt,
Og gav meg hen tildyr, og trxr, og jord.
morten harket - den fremmede taler til mennesket
Jeg kledde meg i deg som i et klede
Av kveldsblå jord og skumringsduse tanker,
Da jeg ble hengt på treets grove planker
I kroppen din på Hodeskallestedet.
Jeg steg som undersjøisk tre her nede,
Fra rogn og melke gytt på aurebanker,
Med moden frukt i overfylte ranker,
Og lysblå egg i kronens bokfinkrede.
Hver fugl som frøs i hjel i kalde netter,
Ga jeg nytt liv i skogene i sinnet,
Og hekkeplass i muskelvevets gletter.
Slik himmelriket dør i sanseskinnet
Fra snøfjell og til planetenes rosetter,
Blir jorderiket født påny her inne.
by Renan Marchi
morten harket - east timor
Sandalwood trees are evergreen
Cut them down
Plant coffee beans
Build no schools
Construct no roads
Mark them as fools
Let ignorance rule
Leave them stranded on their island
Treat them to the tune of silence
Red is the cross that covers out shame
Every Kingdom, every land
Has it's heart in the common man
Silently the tide shifts the sand
Bury my heart on East-Timor
In coral sands
On golden shores
Buried are those
Who lived their lives
No place to hide for
Father and child
Leave them stranded on their island
Treat them to the tune of silence
We shake the hands that kill and forgive
Every Kingdom, every land
Has its heart in the common man
Silently the tide shifts the sand
Bury my heart on East-Timor
On barren graves
Where flowers won't grow
Blooms our Red cross lovingly
This nightingale deed
So we can be free
Stranded on their island
This army of the silent
We toast our own goodwill and forget
Every kingdom, every land
Has its heart in the common man
Silently the tide shifts the sand
morten harket - elisabet synger ved johannes døperens død
Jag var for roen, alderdommen rede
da Herren gav meg fruikt å bringe frem:
En sønn, som skulle tjene ham her nede
kom hel og nyfødt til vårt stille hjem.
De la deg til mitt bryst, svøpt inn i klede.
Du vokste opp. Var aldri ond og slem.
Så ulik andre barn, jeg kunne se det -
Man å! Jeg ønsket at du var some dem!
Så dro du for å la din styrke flomme.
Du dåpte, refset, gjorde rent, så jorden
var rede for en mann som skulle komme...
Han kom. Du døde. Da var kallet omme.
Du var en evig fremmed her på jorden:
Et barn av stjerner, je. Og jeg var moren.
morten harket - engelen
Om han er død?
hans blod og kropp
er vin og brød.
Og vin og brød
tar dere opp
i blod og kropp.
Hans blod og kropp
er jordens salt.
Han står i alt.
Han står i alt,
hver minste del,
som jordens sjel.
Som jordens sjel
har han gått opp
i jordens kropp.
by Renan Marchi
morten harket - fra templet
Jeg drømte det var i mitt tolvte år
da stjernene sluttet å rope
ble halvmånen skjult bak en stripet sky
Og stjernene sang rundt hver snømann:
Ingen tør røpe fargen på blod
Hunden din tør ikke pipe
mot slakterhuset der kyrne slo
tom melk i en månestripe
Jeg drømte det var i mitt tolvte år
da jeg kom tilbake fra templet
ble far eller mor redd hva det var
og spurte meg hvem jeg kom fra
Jeg drømte jeg svarte. Fra ingen
Fra nå er jeg fremmed og snill
og står under skyggevingen
av alt som ikke er til.
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