Hedegaard ”Happy Home” ft. Lukas Graham

Mama called about the paper turns out they wrote about me
Now my broken heart´s the only thing that’s broke about me
So many people should have seen what we got going on
I only wanna put my heart and my life in songs
Writing about the pain I felt with my daddy gone
About the emptiness I felt when I sat alone
About the happiness i feel when I sing it loud
He should have heard the noise we made with the happy crowd
Did my grandaddy know he taught me what a poem was
How you can use a sentence or just a simple pause
What will I say when my kids ask me who my daddy was
I thought about it for a while and I’m at a loss
Knowing that I´m gonna live my whole life without him
I found out a lot of things I never knew about him
All I know is that I´ll never really be alone
Cause we gotta lot of love and a happy home

Magazines are writing stuff but I don´t ever read them
Some of the folks I used to know would see and start believing
That I would pass them by on streets and never reach to greet them
I still remember folks even though I rarely meet them
Don´t you know I miss the times when we used to hang
Before twenty deep depended on a single man
Before a single heart was broken by a single blow
Before all our careers depended on a single show
I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home
Now I got a lot of cash and I’m on a road
I realize privacy´s becoming difficult
It´s all right now but what about when I´m old
I know my good friends now they´ll last
the same ones that stood by me when my daddy past
All I know is that we´ll never really be alone
Cause we got a lot of love and a happy home

I write a lot of songs will anybody ever read them
You hear them on the radio but will you really read them
Why do we have our idols and why do we wanna be them
After we see them on TV we really wanna meet them
Don´t you think they miss the time when they used to hang
Before a fan base depended on a single man
Before a single heart was broken by a single show
Who´s gonna stand who´s gonna fall I really wanna know
I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home
My daddy use to play me vinyl but now daddy´s gone
I used to practice with my mommy on the piano
I still get nervous every time I know she´s at a show
Now my family comes first before everyone
I had the perfect dad I wanna be the perfect son
Though I really feel sometimes I am on my own
I know I got a lot of love and a happy home

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Jag tränar med min pil och båge varje dag…/ I practice with my bow and arrow every day…

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Jag tränar med min pil och båge varje dag. Men bara för att jag inte tillverkat min egen båge och pil, så är det inte meningslöst. En dag ska jag tälja mina egna pilar, tvinna min egen sträng och leta mig en båge, och få ytterligare en dimension och mening med mitt övande. En dag…

I practice with my bow and arrow every day. But just because I have not made ​​my own bow and arrow, it is not meaningless. One day I will carve my own arrows, twirl my own string and find me a bow, and get another dimension and meaning with my practicing. One day …

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Zak Ebrahim: Jag är son till en terrorist. Här är hur jag valde fred. / I am the son of a terrorist. Here’s how I chose peace.

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OPRAH AND PAULO COELHO, PARTS 1 AND 2

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http://www.oprah.com/own-super-soul-sunday/Oprah-and-Paulo-Coelho

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Working Class Hero

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
‘Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate if you’re clever and despise a fool
‘Til you’re so fuckin’ crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function, you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fuckin’ peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top, they’re telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like all the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me

Songwriter
LENNON, JOHN

 

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Hatarna…/ Haters…

hatarna

haters

 

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Moto Boy – Too Young To Know

in the night of your eyes I am lost I am paralyzed I ask myself but I am ill adviced Is it real or do I fantasize at the end of your street with a knife and a heartbeat I am back where I belong when Im back in your arms I wanna close my eyelids but all I see is your face what does it matter if it´s sane for me when all I want is your insanity high on desire I’m a silent fire burning in my fingertips I wanna die on your lips too young to know baby we were too young to know to the light of your eyes I can never get close enough don´t wanna dream of what we used to be ´cause baby you can´t kiss a memory they tell me I shouldn’t bother it´s a game like the others but I am lost and Im confused its not a game if there´s nothing to lose too young to know is it love, is it hurt baby we will never know we were too young to know

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