64 by Cheezle Kane Words and music: Patrick Devery I loved my sprites even though I couldn't get em looking how they should have And late at night you could hear my mother yelling get off that computer Go and read in bed or something Life ain't that great without ya Hero and Rocketball I feel a strange nostalgia For my old 64 In ones and noughts yeah she painted me a picture of the distant future I never thought of the digital pubescent lonely adolescent Faces bathed in soft blue light and Life ain't that great without ya Hero and Rocketball I feel a strange nostalgia For my old 64 Omega Race the kids would hate you now 12 years later Life ain't that great without ya Hero and Rocketball I feel a strange nostalgia For my old 64 C64 by K-pist From the 2002 album Enemies of Silence He was born in '84 in a commodore-64 He didn't wanna be inside of it anymore So he jumped out the TV set onto the floor Then he grabbed the tac-2 and jumped out the door Now he's free and noone is chasing him no more Now he's the master no need for high scores In this world there's no bonus for winning a war But he likes this place and feels sad he's never been here before, c'mon You ask me why you are made of dots And why you always get chased by robots Damn, know that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick Now he's starting to get hold of this self-control thing Making his own choices is a helluva thing Pressing a button can make a phone ring-ring So he called the government and began to sing "There's a lot of people better needing your bucks" Sing with me or feel my sting, now he's happy now he's the king Commodore 64 by Hjalle & Heavy From the 1998 album Dunder Words: Hjalle, Music: Heavy Det var på Tysklinds i Djurås som jag köpte min apparat Mina kompisar dom trodde att det bara mest var prat Men jag glömmer aldrig dagen 1987 Min bäste kompis stod och gapa som en gammal gnu Ja min avundsjuka lyste när du lämnade rapport När du berättade att du köpt en dator utav bästa sort En 64:a med en bandare och massa tuffa spel Den var klar att kopplas in nu kunde ingenting gå fel Commodore 64 du var så exklusiv Commodore 64 du var så effektiv Det fanns Wonder Boy, Mr Doo och Summer Games förstås Och Internationell Karate om man ville slåss Commodore 64 var mitt liv Jag bodde framför datorn och jag fipplade och slet Jag läste dator magasinet även när jag satt och (sket) Där hittade man alltid något skojigt litet scoop Om till exempel en Giana Syster skulle ramla i en grop Då kan det vara bra att veta vilka gropar som är bra Vilka man ska hoppa ner i vilka man ska låta va Och i hemlighet på kvällarna så spelade vi kort Men Samantha Fox var bättre så vi slutade oftast fort Commodore 64 du var så exklusiv Commodore 64 du var så effektiv Det fanns Barbarian, Giana Sisters, Out Run det var ballt Ghosts & Goblins favoriten ja det slog ju allt Commodore 64 var mitt liv Visst kunde det va jobbigt och drygt på många sätt För när man bäst höll på så stod det syntax error in 21 Och när man laddat ner ett spel som tog en halvtimme sådär Då stod det load error i rutan ja då va man lagom kär ABC-turbon den skulle man i dessa lägen ha Ner med skruvmejseln i bandaren så ska det nog bli bra Det var drygt men fasligt roligt och jag hoppas ni förstår Att en dator den ska vara utav märket Commodore Commodore 64 du var så exklusiv Commodore 64 du var så effektiv Det fanns Fredagen den 13:e för den som gillade skräck Och några snuskiga små spel för den som ville vara fräck Commodore 64 var mitt liv Fantasy by Goto80 From the 2005 album Commodore Grooves Word and music: Goto80 I remember when you bought me in 1984 I was young and handsome but I felt like a glue-sniffin' whore You started coding me with loving bits and bytes It was truly wonderful but I wanted some sexual delights bitch I wanna be close to you, I wanna be near you I want you inside of me, together as one But it's just a fantasy for you and me, coz we're not the same I don't know what to do, I wish you were humanoid By night you come to me with hands so loving and firm l o a d dot dot dollar dot dot comma eight and return I wish I had a way to give you all my love Now you will never know that I really love you so bitch Spit by Goto80 From the 2005 album Commodore Grooves Word and music: Goto80 Spit on my grave and I couldn't care less Spit on my graff and I will confess If ya do that to me I won't be responsible Di damage I do is not a-my fault I punish your soul, I tear it apart ya To di extent dat you can't even fart But I start wit di hands dat go and spit me Mash 'em up good so you'll finally see dat Murder, destruction, gang-rape and terror Will be di answer for your kind of error Nothing can hide you you're all alone I bring you out inna di battle-zone I write a-my piece inna di forest of di city A house for di culture dat they call graffiti When I come back again to choke melodrama I wonder who spit my piece was it Saddam No it was di kids dat run inna di forest Into graffiti like a muther-fucking tourist I feel upset and angry and sad Sorry for you I will get mad

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