Sympathy for the Devil
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long years
Stole million man’s soul an faith
And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed Tsar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
’Cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politnesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Aah yeah
Tell me baby, what’s my name?
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name?
Tell me baby, what’s my name?
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
What’s my name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name?
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Mick Jagger / Keith Richards
Sympathy For The Devil lyrics © Mirage Music Int. Ltd. C/o Essex Music Int. L, Mirage Music Ltd.
Like a Hurricane
Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar
Dancing on the light from star to star
Far across the moonbeam I know that’s who you are
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire
You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away
I am just a dreamer but you are just a dream
And you could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip
You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away
Blown away
You are just a dreamer and I am just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip
You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you but I’m getting blown away
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Neil Young
Like a Hurricane lyrics © Silver Fiddle Music, Hipgnosis Songs Fund Limited
The Man Who Sold the World
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
We walked a million hills
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago
Who knows?
Not me
I never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows?
Not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: David Bowie
The Man Who Sold the World lyrics © Chrysalis Music Ltd., Tintoretto Music, Chrysalis Music Ltd, Emi Music Publishing Ltd, Rzo Music Ltd
Me and Bobby McGee
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
When I was feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
That rode us all the way in to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’, honey, if it ain’t free, no no
Yeah, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, and that’s all that Bobby left me
Well feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey feelin’ good was good enough for me, mhm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La da da la da da da, la da da da da da da
La da da la la la la na Bobby McGee yeah
La da la da la da, la na na na da
La la la la la Bobby McGee yeah
La da da la la la la la la la la la, la na na la na na la la
Hey now Bobby lo no Bobby McGee yeah
Lo la lo la la lo la la
Lo la la lo la la lo la la lo la la lo la la
Hey an’ a Bobby lo no Bobby McGee yeah
Lord, I called him my lover, called him my man
I said I called him my lover, did the best I can, come on
And a Bobby no, and a Bobby McGee yeah
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Hey hey hey Bobby McGee lo
(Hey hey, woo)
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo la ah ah
Hey hey hey Bobby McGee yeah
Do not go gentle into that good night:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Funeral Blues:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the
ourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ’He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W H Auden
Fädernas kyrka:
Fädernas kyrka i fädrens land,
kärast bland samfund på jorden!
Vida hon famnar från strand till strand,
fast är hon grundad av Herrens hand,
byggd till hans tempel i Norden.
Ädel är skaran sen tusen år
Gud i vår kyrka fått frälsa.
Framåt vår hoppfyllda längtan går:
ungdomen kristnad är Nordens vår,
Nordens framtid och hälsa.
Komme nu åter till strid för Gud
skaran sin konung till möte,
väpnad och villig, i helig skrud,
samlad, som daggen på ljusets bud
flödar ur morgonens sköte.
Kristnade ungdom, dig gånge väl,
strid för Guds ära i Norden.
Kämpa för frihet åt bunden träl.
Gud bringe friden åt folkens själ.
Gud bjude frid över jorden.
Johan Alfred Eklund