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I walk the line 

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.
Because youre mine,
I walk the line.

Mm-mm-mm-mm
I find it very, very easy to be true.
I find myself alone when each day is through.
Yes, Ill admit that Im a fool for you.
Because youre mine,
I walk the line.

Mm-mm-mm-mm
As sure as night is dark and day is light,
I keep you on my mind both day and night.
And happiness Ive known proves that its right.
Because youre mine,
I walk the line.
Mm-mm-mm-mm

Youve got a way to keep me on your side.
You give me cause for love that I cant hide.
For you, I know Id even try to turn the tide.
Because youre mine,
I walk the line.
Mm-mm-mm-mm

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.
Because youre mine,
I walk the line.

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Kynlífsgjörningar Dr. Ruth

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Airport - The Motors

So many destination faces going to so many places
Where the weather is much better
And the food is so much cheaper.
Well I help her with her baggage for her baggage is so heavy
I hear the plane is ready by the gateway to take my love away.
And I can't believe that she really wants to leave me and it's getting me so,
It's getting me so.

Airport -
Airport, you've got a smiling face,
you took the one I love so far away
Fly her away - fly her away - airport.
Airport, you've got a smiling face
You took my lady to another place
Fly her away - fly her away.

The plane is on the move,
And the traces of the love we had in places
Are turning in my mind - how I wish I'd been much stronger
For the wheels are turning faster as I hear the winds are blowing
and I know that she is leaving
On the jet plane way down the runaway.
And I can't believe that she really wants to leave me - and it's
getting me so,
It's getting me so.

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Gleymdu barninu á flugvellinum

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Into The Ocean - Blue October

I'm just a normal boy
That sank when I fell overboard
My ship would leave the country
But I'd rather swim ashore

Without a life vest I'd be stuck again
Wish I was much more masculine
Maybe then I could learn to swim
Like 'fourteen miles away'

Now floating up and down
I spin, colliding into sound
Like whales beneath me diving down
I'm sinking to the bottom of my
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I'm cold as cold as cold can be
be

I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion... yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down
Let the rain come down

Where is the coastguard
I keep looking each direction
For a spotlight, give me something
I need something for protection
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
the jetsam sunk, I'm left behind
I'm treading for my life believe me
(How can I keep up this breathing)

Not knowing how to think
I scream aloud, begin to sink
My legs and arms are broken down
With envy for the solid ground
I'm reaching for the life within me
How can one man stop his ending
I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space

I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion... yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down
Let the rain come down
Let the rain come down

Now waking to the sun
I calculate what I had done
Like jumping from the bow (yeah)
Just to prove I knew how (yeah)
It's midnight's late reminder of
The loss of her, the one I love
My will to quickly end it all
Set front row in my need to fall

Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
into the ocean...end it all

Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)

I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion (yeah)
Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down
Let the rain come down
Let the rain come down

Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
(In to space)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
(I thought of just your face)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)

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Potaði í augu hákarls

Eymingja Lindsay

Margan hendir manninn hér,

meðan lífs er taflið þreytt,

að hampa því sem ekkert er

og aldrei hefur verið neitt. (Þorsteinn Magnússon)

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Lohan rekin

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Hevenu Shalom aleichem
Ísraelskt/hebreskt þjóðlag.

Hevenu shalom aleichem
Hevenu shalom aleichem
Hevenu shalom aleichem
Hevenu shalom, shalom
shalom aleichem.

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Átök færast til Trípolí

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Keep on truckin'  

Some days I don't know if I'll make it by
The price of diesel's gettin' mighty high
I live on caffeine and borrowed time
Stretchin' a nickel into a dime
The G man, the T man, the highway cop
Try to slow me down but they can't make me stop

I, I keep on truckin' (keep on truckin')
Yeah, I keep on truckin' (keep on truckin')
These 18 wheels ain't stoppin' for nothin'
When the goin' gets tough I just keep on truckin'

Stopped Friday night down in Louisiane
Groovin' to the tunes of the roadhouse band
Raisin' the roof off that little bar
Sweatin' out a tune for a tip in a jar
More power to ya, if ya do what ya love
Keep pushin' back when push comes to shove

Keep on truckin' (keep on truckin')
Yeah, I keep on truckin' (keep on truckin')
Hey, man, don't show down and don't stop for nothin'
When the goin' gets tough, you just keep on truckin'

I try to keep my life on the centre line
The Devil's always messin' with my mind
(He pulls me to the left, he pulls me to the right)
We end up in the ditch in a helluva fight
Well, sometimes I lose, baby, sometimes I win
I'll always end up on a highway again

And I keep on truckin' (keep on truckin')
Yeah, I keep on truckin' (keep on truckin')
When the hill gets steep and it starts to rain
I just get down and hit the hammer again

'Cause I keep on truckin' (keep on truckin')
Yeah, you know, I keep on truckin' (keep on truckin')
These 18 wheels they ain't stoppin' for nothin'
When the goin' gets tough I just keep on truckin'

I'm gonna keep on truckin' (rollin' down the road)
 

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Bílstjórar hættir mótmælum

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Kósíkvöld í kvöld - Baggalútur  Skelfing er ég leiður á því að húka hér. Ég hugsa að þú þurfir einhvern að strjúka þér. Ég þrái það að komast klakklaust heim á ný. Æ, komdu við í ríkinu – ekki gleyma því. Ég ætla að byrja á því að demba mér í furunálafreyðibað. En ekki fara eitthvað að dúlla þér þar, þú veist mér leiðist það - þá kemst ég aldrei að. Sæktu sloppana, ég skal poppa það er kósíkvöld í kvöld - vídeó, rauðvín og ostar. Sötrum rósavín, deyfum ljósin það er kósíkvöld í kvöld - rólegheit, hvað sem það kostar. Algert óhóf, spennulosun og spilling blind. Sparistellið, franskar vöfflur – og hryllingsmynd. Mér áskotnuðust vindlar, við skulum púa þá. Ég væri til í pottinn, nennirðu að skrúfa frá?

Meðan við kúrum saman tveir fær enginn máttur skilið okkur að. Æ, viltu auka leti mína og sækja pínu meira sjokkólað? - Og eitthvað útí það? Svæfðu krakkana, sæktu snakkið það er kósíkvöld í kvöld - kavíar, rauðvín og ostar. Sæktu flísteppið og rjómaísinn það er kósíkvöld í kvöld - dejlighed, hvað sem það kostar. Smelltu límonaði í sódastrímið það er kósíkvöld í kvöld - kamparíís, kex og ostar. Skelltu Donóvan á grammófóninn það er kósíkvöld í kvöld - kærlighed, hvað sem það kostar. Fáðu þér vinur minn, dass af gini það er kósíkvöld í kvöld - smávindlar, trúnó og ostar.   Bloggfærslan er alfarið á ábyrgð skrifanda en endurspeglar ekki á neinn hátt skoðanir eða afstöðu mbl.is, og Morgunblaðsins

Sektaðir fyrir að keyra of hægt

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Rehab - Amy Winehouse

You wont know, know, know.

I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks im fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab
I wont go, go, go.

I’d rather be at home with ray
I ain’t got 70 days
Cos there’s nothing, nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway

Didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass

They’re tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You wont know, know, know.

I aint got the time,
And if my Daddy thinks im fine,
He’s tried to make me go to rehab,
I wont go, go, go.

The man said, why you think you here?
I said, I got no idea
Im gonna, im gonna loose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near

Said, I just think you’re depressed
Kiss me, yeah baby
And go rest

I’m tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You wont know, know, know

I don’t ever wanna drink again
I just, ooo, I just need a friend
Im not gonna spend 10 weeks
Have everyone think im on the mend

It’s not just my pride
It’s just til these tears have dried

They’re tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back,
You wont know, know, know

I aint got the time,
And if my daddy thinks im fine
He’s trying to make me go to rehab
I wont go, go, go.

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Notkun barnageðlyfja eykst

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Calling all the heroes - It bites

Ég heyrði þetta lag á ónefndri útvarpsstöð áðan og fór í nostalgíugírinn. Kannski ekki besta tónsmíð veraldarsögunnar - but it brings back memories.

We left you in pastures rarely seen holding out the fortress for a while
Everyone knew why the calm had been, keeping friends among you saves a fight
In the dead of the night there was movement and shadows
Attacking the women and taking the gold
The men were away and no one could hear them
They still cry today when the story is told

High on a mountain out searching for gold
Men have had warning of scriptures fortold
Turn around and fight for freedom you can hear the people screaming
Calling all the heroes, they're shooting up the town boys

The men returned to find their home destroyed, people rushing round with scars of war
Babies crying the aged wounded mourned, calling out for someone to hear their prayers
Five miles away were the theives and the bandits
Laughing and joking sickly and crude
They didn't know that the men had come back home
they didn't know they were being persued

High on a mountain the men looked below
Cooked up a plan that would outwit their foe
They scrambled down the mountain shooting reclaimed all the bandits looted
Calling all the heroes they're shooting up the town boys.

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Borgarstjóri gagnrýnir vinningstillöguna

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You little thief

You little thief
You let me love you
You saw me stumbling
You watched me fall
You left me broken
Shattered and bleeding
But there's no hard feelings
There no feelings at all

You little thief
You little savage
You little beauty
You little whore
You've taken everything
I had to believe in
Now there's nothing
To believe in at all

So tell me how does it feel
To make a grown man wanna die
Does it make you uneasy
Does it every cross your mind

You little dream
You little nightmare
You little nothing
You little girl

You left me broken ...

There's no hard feelings ..

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