Vampires are alive
Vampires are alive
The legends have to survive
We’ll never come undone
And we will be forever young

Vampires get alive

I am a vampire, I’m a slave
I sleep through the daylight, hence my grave
In the darkness, in the shadows – here I am
(Here I am)

I want you to be forever mine
Together until the end of time
Like a nightmare never ending
Let me change your world

Vampires are alive
The legends have to survive
We’ll never come undone
And we will be forever young

Vampires are alive
(And we will be forever young)
Vampires, vampires are alive
(And we will be forever young)

Tonight is the night, live a thousand years
Don’t be scared, don’t drown in tears
Free your spirit after midnight, sell your soul
(Let it go)

From heaven to hell, enjoy the ride
You’re here to surrender with your life
Precious victims, my desire, live eternally

Vampires are alive
The legends have to survive
We’ll never come undone
And we will be forever young

Vampires are alive
(And we will be forever young)
Vampires, vampires are alive
(And we will be forever young)

(Vampires) are alive
Vampires are alive
(Vampires)

Så gik det op for mig at det var Dansk MGP. Rosa og jeg så ti minutter mere, for det kunne da ikke blive ved med at være så lortedårligt, men det var det. Snart tonede et klip frem der “gik bag om scenen på MGP” som de sagde. Filmen viste de medvirkende i sminkerummet vende sig mod kameraet og smile. Det var stort set det hele. Jeg ved godt at MGP har en vis kitch-værdi i sig selv, men så vidt jeg kunne bedømme ud fra de 10-15 minutter vi så, var det et frygteligt, forfærdeligt show som jeg er ualmindelig glad for at jeg ikke var publikum til.

Nu tænker du sikkert: Hvem har tisset på Mortens sukkermad her en højhellig søndag aften. Det har MGP! Heldigvis er jeg ikke så smålig et brokkehoved at jeg kunne finde på at nedlade mig til at smide et helt brok-indlæg om MGP online.

Helicopters

This is where the helicopters came to take me away
This is where the children used to play

This is only half a mile away from the attack
This is where my life changed in a day
And then it changed back
Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions
I do my best to synthesize the sounds and my emotions
This is where the allies bombed the school,
They say by mistake
Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake
Later at the hotel bar, the journalists are waiting
I hurry back to my guitar while theyre commiserating

And Ill be leaving soon
Ill be leaving soon

Just as soon as we were on the ground
We were back in the jet
Just another three day foreign tour wed never forget
Its hard to sympathize with all this devastation
Hopping round from site to site like tourists on vacation

And Ill be leaving soon
Ill be leaving soon

I cant help anyone cause everyones so cold
Everyones so skeptical of everything theyre told
And even I get sick of needing to be sold

Though its only half a month away, the medias gone
An entertaining scandel broke today, but I cant move on
Im haunted by a story and I do my best to tell it
Cant even give this stuff away, why would I sell it?
Everybodys laughing, while at me they point a finger
A world that loves its irony must hate the protest singer

So Ill be leaving soon

Jeg blev chokeret forleden da jeg forsøgte at hjælpe Johnny, en af vores samboer, med at afspille det musik han havde købt på bilka.dk.

Musikken er i wma-format, og Johnny har ikke sin egen PC med til New Zealand. Han bruger sin kærestes Mac og iPod. Ingen af dem kan umiddelbart afspille wma.

Vi endte med at hente al musikken ned til min PC og derefter afspille alle numrene én gang for at hente licenser til dem. Noget der skal foregå på en nyere MediaPlayer. Tilbage er nu at kopiere musikken til Mac’en og se om vi kan finde en converter fra wma til mp3. Men om det kan lade sig gøre når wma-filerne kræver licens ved jeg ikke endnu. Alternativt findes der måske en wma-mp3 converter der kan tage licenserne med…

Pointen er, at Johnny lige nu kun kan høre den musik han lovligt har købt og betalt for ved at låne min computer. Det kan da ikke være rigtigt.

Relateret læsning: Media Player shreds your rights

MP3: The FCC Song

Teksten finder du herunder.

The FCC Song
by Eric Idle

Here’s a little number I wrote the other day while out duck hunting with a judge. Quack.

Fuck you very much the FCC
Fuck you very much for fining me
Five thousand bucks a fuck so I’m really out of luck
Thats more than Heidi Fliess was charging me.

So fuck you very much the FCC
For proving that free speech just isn’t free
Clear Channel’s a dear channel
so Howard Stern must go
Attorney General Ashcroft doesn’t like strong words and so
He’s charging twice as much as all the drugs for Rush Limbo
so Fuck you all so very much

So fuck you very much dear Mr. Bush
for heroically sitting on your tush
For Halliburton, Enron, all the companies who fail
Lets send them a clear signal and stick Martha straight in jail
She’s an uppity rich bitch, and at least she isn’t male
So fuck you all so very much

So fuck you dickhead Mr. Cheney too.
Fuck you and fuck everything you do.
Your pace maker must be fake
You haven’t got a heart
As far as I’m concerned your just a pasty faced old fart
And as for Condolezza she an intellectual tart
So fuck you all so very much

So fuck you very much the EPA
For giving all Alaska’s oil away
It really is a bummer
When I can’t fill my Hummer
The ozone a no go zone now that Arnold’s here to say
The nuclear winter games are going to take place in LA
So fuck you all so very much

So what the planet fails
Lets save the great white males
And fuck you all so very much

Quack