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I jednog dana mi sedimo pred tom pećinom i došao Joki Broki, utrčao sav usplahiren, zajapuren ko vep... (vepar) jazavac i kaže:
- IŠLERI, IŠLERI!
- Kako, reko, išleri?
- Indijaneri ... šampite ...
- Kad sam izašao da vidim šta je ...
PADOBRANCI!
- Padobranci, kaže on, znam da su neki kolači u pitanju.
- POVLAČENJE!
(Đorđe Balašević)
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- William Shakespeare.
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Lucifer Sam
Pink Floyd
Lucifer Sam, siam cat.
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side.
That cat's something I can't explain.
Ginger, ginger, Jennifer Gentle you're a witch.
You're the left side
He's the right side.
Oh, no!
That cat's something I can't explain.
Lucifer go to sea.
Be a hip cat, be a ship's cat.
Somewhere, anywhere.
That cat's something I can't explain.
At night prowling sifting sand.
Hiding around on the ground.
He'll be found when you're around.
That cat's something I can't explain.
Pink Floyd
Echoes
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and
Something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to the land
And no one crosses there alive
And no one speaks
And no one tries
And no one flies around the sun
And now this is the day you fall
Upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Comes streamin in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.
Pink Floyd
Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Pink Floyd
Remember a day
Remember a day before today
a day when you were young
renew a play along with time
evening with a thyme
Sing now a song that can't be sung
without a morning's kiss
dream you shall be it if you wish
look for your king
Why can't we play today
why can't we stay that way
Climb your favorite apple tree
try to catch the sun
hide from your little brother's gun
dream yourself away
Why can't we reach the sun
why can't we blow the years away
go away
remember remember
Pink Floyd
Fearless
You say the hill's too steep to climb,
Climb it!
You say you'd like to see me try,
Climb it!
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
The hill in my own way
just wait a while, for the right day
And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
I look down hear the sound of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Emotionless the magistrate turns 'round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above the fearlines in the frown
You look down
Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
Pink Floyd
Waiting for the worms
Ooooh you cannot reach me now
Ooooh no matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers v And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons
And the reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again my friend
All you need to do is follow the worms.
Pink Floyd
Hey You
Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you ! Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you ! out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone would you touch me
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
Queen
All dead, All dead
She came without a farthing
A babe without a name
So much ado about nothing
Is what she'd try to say
So much ado my lover
So many games we played
Through every fleeted summer
Through every precious day
All Dead All Dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All Dead All Dead
And alone I'm spared
My sweeter half instead
All Dead
And Gone
All Dead...
All Dead All Dead
At the rainbow's end
And still I hear her own sweet song
All Dead All Dead
Take me back again
You know my little friend's
All Dead
And gone
All Dead and gone
Her ways are always with me
I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me
I am old but still a child
All Dead All Dead
But I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone
All Dead All Dead
But in hope I breathe
Of course I don't believe
You're dead
And gone
All Dead
And gone...
Queen
Under Pressure
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah bah bah
That's o-kay!
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Do do do bah bah bah bah
O-kay
Chippin' around
Kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
People on streets
People on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher higher higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure pressure
The Box Tops
The Letter
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
I don't care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
Jethro Tull
Bungle In The Jungle
Walking through forests of palm tree apartments ---
scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday ---
eating their nuts --- saving their raisins for Sunday.
Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows ---
they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows.
Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, ''I thank you for dinner.''
This game that we animals play is a winner.
Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass.
He's a lover of life but a player of pawns ---
yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
to light up His Jungle
as play is resumed.
The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune
Jefferson Airplane
White Rabbit
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"
Lou Reed
Walk On The Wild Side
Holly came from Miami, FLA
Hitch-hiked her way across the USA
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
She said, Hey honey
Take a walk on the wild side
Candy came from out on the Island
In the backroom she was everybody's darlin'
But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
Said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
And the colored girls go doo do doo do doo do do doo, ....
Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hussle here and a hussle there
New York City's the place where they said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
I said, Hey Joe
Take a walk on the wild side
Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should've seen 'em go go go
They said, Hey sugar
Take a walk on the wild side
I Said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh
Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was James Dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that bash
Said, Hey babe,
Take a walk on the wild side
I said, Hey honey,
Take a walk on the wild side
And the colored girls say, doo do doo do doo do do doo
Procol Harum
A Whiter shade of pale
We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder
And the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
She said "There is no reason,
And the truth is plain to see,"
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just just have well been closed.
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
She said she wanted shore leave
Tho in truth we were at sea
So I took her by a looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying you must be the mermaid
Who took Neptune for a ride
Well she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
And so it was, etc...
Simon & Garfunkel
Sound Of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a
vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the
vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of
silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of
cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the
cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon
light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in
the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking
without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs
that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of
silence.
"Fools" said I,"You do not know
Silence like a cancer
grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might
reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the
wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they
made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was
forming.
And the signs said, The words of the prophets
are written on the
subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of
silence.
Pips, Chips & Videoclips
Poštar Lakog Sna
On je čuvar vremena
Jahač mokrih valova
Kao poštar lakog sna
On u snove dosurfa
Kada oči zaklopiš
Ti se njemu pomoliš
Da ti fura anđele
Srebrne
Kroz sve tvoje močvare
I ružne sne
Sada znaš
Da je fajrunt
Mjesec je
Plavi grejpfrut
Zibam te
K'o malu bebu
Samo tebi svira band
Na nebu
Samo klekni ti na pod
Ljubi zemlju gledaj svod
Jer svakom da ko zasluži
Da ti ništa ne fali
Ja sam vlasnik cirkusa
U kojem sjedim samo ja
I samo katkad mahnem mu
Iz šatora
Da mi snove pokrpa
Taj poštar lakog sna
Majke
Daj mi
Tamo preko rijeke,
gdje su u blatu tragovi mog bola,
u mraku si zasjala ti,
s rijecima o ljepoti,
o ljepoti koja pjeva,
o nadenim utjehama,
pjeva o majci ljubavi,
i zato te beskrajno trebam
Daj mi kljuc od tvog velikog srca,
daj mi ljubav da nocas za mene kuca,
daj mi zaklon od straha
zvijeri koja me trazi,
daj mi svoje lice sjajno
kao zvijezda koja ne poznaje lazi
Tamo preko rijeke,
dok si po vodi hodala,
nisi znala tko sam ja
Daj mi kljuc od tvog velikog srca,
daj mi ljubav da nocas za mene kuca,
daj mi zaklon od straha
zvijeri koja me trazi,
daj mi svoje lice sjajno
kao zvijezda koja ne poznaje lazi
Slusao sam sve;
gluposti i lijepe rijeci,
dok mi majka ljubavi
nije postala tebe,
da mi milost das
The Beatles
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.
The Beatles
Octopus' Garden
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade
I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.
We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave
We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)
We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you
Haustor
Tajni Grad
Postoji tajni grad
u njemu nikoga ne mori glad
tajni grad
u njem si čitav život zdrav i mlad
tajni grad po njemu mirno teku ulice
tajni grad hajde poljubi me i zbuni se
hej hej
postoji tajni grad
o njem i tu ponekad čuje se
tajni grad hoda po drvoredu u jesen
daj mirko proveri da li su ispravni landroveri
il' shvati napokon
da čak ni gazda ne zna gdje je on
jer hoda jer ide...
postoji tajni grad
pogledaj očima i čudi se
tajni grad poslušaj ušima i osjeti
tajni grad potupaj nogama i uživaj
velik je kao slon
al' niko ne zna gdje je on
jer hoda jer ide
Nick Cave
As I Sat Sadly By Her Side
As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she spoke these words to me
And with brand new eyes, open wide
We pressed our faces to the glass
As I sat sadly by her side
She said, "Father, mother, sister, brother,
Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece,
Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer,
Actor, scientist, mechanic, priest
Earth and moon and sun and stars
Planets and comets with tails blazing
All are there forever falling
Falling lovely and amazing"
Then she smiled and turned to me
And waited for me to reply
Her hair was falling down her shoulders
As I sat sadly by her side
As I sat sadly by her side
The kitten she did gently pass
Over to me and again we pressed
Our different faces to the glass
"That may be very well", I said
"But watch the one falling in the street
See him gesture to his neighbours
See him trampled beneath their feet
All outward motion connects to nothing
For each is concerned with their immediate need
Witness the man reaching up from the gutter
See the other one stumbling on who can not see"
With trembling hand I turned toward her
And pushed the hair out of her eyes
The kitten jumped back to her lap
As I sat sadly by her side
Then she drew the curtains down
And said, "When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers
And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
Nor does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated"
At which she turned her head away
Great tears leaping from her eyes
I could not wipe the smile from my face
As I sat sadly by her side
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Hey, Tonight
Hey, Tonight,
Gonna be tonight,
Don't you know I'm flyin'
Tonight, tonight.
Hey, c'mon,
Gonna chase tomorrow
Tonight, tonight.
Gonna get it to the rafters,
Watch me now.
Jody's gonna get religion
All night long.
Hey, c'mon,
Gonna hear the sun
Tonight, tonight.
Gonna get it to the rafters,
Watch me now.
Jody's gonna get religion
All night long.
Aaaah!
Hey, Tonight,
Gonna be tonight,
Don't you know I'm flyin'
Tonight, tonight.
Tonight, tonight.
Bob Dylan
Blowin' in the wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Čovek bez sluha
Daleko blizu daleko
Dugo sam disao sam
glumeci uvek da znam pravi razlog
mog prokletog cutanja
zaspalih ljubavi dah,pluskvamperfekat
tog petka pao je mrak
moj korak-sve osim lak
bas je gubio nadu kad se desio taj aperkat
citav svemir skriven ispod njenih obrva
Delfinu prelepi moj,sta god da pomislis
ovako blesav i lud vec te godinama trazim svud
sledjen pripomislim da mozda i ne postojis
kiše dosadni ples, samo golica
da ti pomerim sa cela tvrdoglavi taj pramen smed
pa naslonim usne ko balon od sapunica
Znam,znam mislis "tuzan je dan"
kada semafor je crven a ti zuris u stan
vest za tebe glasi "ima ko da te spasi?"
pogledom gladni oslobodi
moj telefon gibi smisao
neznam zasto sam uopce i piaso
sve te brojeve
kupole bojeve
prosto prorade u glavi kad se pojavi na njemu tvoj broj
cesto uzdahnem sam...
Azra
3N
zbog čega primatima nikada ne isključuju elektriku
oni u principu ionako rijetko čitaju
a i to što čitaju krive stvari čitaju
pa zašto im onda ne isključuju elektriku
želite li dobro svojoj djeci
zaslužni
želite li možda najbolje
ne
ja treniram da gađam
ne
ja treniram da mrzim
ne
ja treniram da slušam
ponekad sam usamljen
a i plašim se
držim te na stolu
gospode
sanjao sam fini party
mnogo ljudi
nigdje žandara
sanjao sam sretna lica
dugo nisam takva gledao
znam za smijeh
zbog čega da se smijem
znam za ples
nikom se ne pleše
znam za noć
vidim
tu je oko mene
kao nesreća na putu
kao život
ili
smrt
ja se zovem pola horvat ljubila sam mrtvog čovjeka
stigao je po zadatku cijelo vrijeme sam ga čekala
proljeće ili možda jesen
ne znam
sjećam se gorjele su svijeće
a ruke njegove tako muške i prozračne
kao putokaz za nešto
za logor
ili
smrt
prisjećam se mnogih stvari ali pamtim jedan doživljaj
by the way
nisam bio krupna zvjerka morao sam ići do kraja
bila je tako lijepa te večeri
kao kad tamna voda izvire
kao kad neobično zabljesne
kao izvještaj centrali
kao udar
sudbina
Coldplay
The Hardest Part
And the hardest part
Was letting go not taking part
Was the hardest part
And the strangest thing
Was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start
I could feel it go down
Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the clouds
Oh, and I,
I wish that I could work it out
And the hardest part
Was letting go not taking part
You really broke my heart
And I tried to sing
But I couldn't think of anything
And that was the hardest part
I could feel it go down
You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
Silver lining the cloud
Oh, and I,
Oh, and I,
I wonder what it's all about
I wonder what it's all about
Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do it just comes undone
And everything is torn apart
Oh and that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part
Yeah, that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part
King Crimson
Epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments if death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Canned Heat
Going up to the country
I'm going up the country,
babe don't you wanna go
I'm going up the country,
babe don't you wanna go
I'm going to some place where
I've never been before
I'm going,
I'm going where the water tastes like wine
Well I'm going where
the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water,
stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city,
got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city,
got to get away
All this fussing and fighting,
man, you know I sure can't stay
Now baby, pack your leaving trunk,
you know we've got to leave today
Just exactly where we're going
I cannot say, but We might even leave
the USA 'Cause there's a brand
new game that I want to play
No use of you running,
or screaming and crying
'Cause you've got a home
as long as I've got mine
Radiohead
Creep
When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here
I don't belong here
She's running out again
she's running out
She runs runs runs
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Van Morrison
Moondance
Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'neath the color of October skies.
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low.
You know the nights magic, seems to whisper and hush,
You know the soft moonlight, seem to shine-In your blush
Can I just have one more moondance with you-my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you-my love?
Well I wanna make love to you tonight,
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right,
and straight into my arms you will run.
And when you come my heart will be waiting,
to make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true dear,
There and then I will make you my own.
And everytime i touch you-you just tremble inside
then i know how much you want to want me that-
you cant hide
Can I just have one more moondance with you-my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you-my love?
(SOLOS)
Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night for making romance
'neath the color of October skies.
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low.
You know the nights magic, seems to whisper and hush
You know the soft moonlight, seems to shine-In your blush
Can I just have one more moondance with you-my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you-my love?
One more moondance with you... in the moonlight
on a magic night......
in the moonlight
on a magic night
can i just have one more moondance with you- my love
Đorđe Balašević
Bezdan
Nema me vise u tvojim molitvama,
vise me putem ne prate.
A noc mi preti, ponoc i pusta tama,
kad me se samo dohvate.
Vise me ne volis,
kad se vracam nisi budna,
ne goris,
gasne nasa zvezda cudna,
lazna srebrna stvar.
Daleko putujem,
vetar nudi neke rime,
kupujem,
pristaju uz tvoje ime,
dva-tri stiha na dar.
Ne slusam vise sta sapuces dok snivas,
plasi me koga pominjes.
I sve si dalja, a sve mi bliza bivas,
kao da opet pocinje...
Ali me ne volis,
to se uvek drugom desi,
govoris,
ali vise ne znam gde si,
da li neko to zna?
Sta sam uradio?
Kakva tuzna humoreska!
Gradio
ispod gradova od peska
dubok bezdan bez dna.
Laufer
Svijet Za Nas
U tvom sam gradu jednu noc
A zelim tu i ostati
Kazes, naci cemo lijek
Dopusti da ti pomognem.
Mogu li prespavati
Uz tebe sve te godine
Prve suze s lica tvog
Ne zelim da me probude.
Ne daj mi da vidim
Ovo nije svijet za nas
Ne daj mi da znam
Ovo nije svijet za nas.
Na tvojim toplim usnama
Zelim da se izgubim
Sa licem svojim pokrij me
I ne daj da me pokvare.
Mogu li prespavati
Uz tebe sve te godine
Prve suze s lica tvog
Ne zelim da me probude.
Ne daj mi da vidim
Ovo nije svijet za nas
Ne daj mi da znam
Ovo nije svijet za nas.
Bob Dylan
Girl of the North Country
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Mjesecima ulazim u blog i istog trena izlazim. U trenutku mi dođe da sve izbacim, a onda opet u trenutku sve povučem. Već mi sad dođe da sve ovo obrišem i odjebem.
Ne znam pisati i ogorčena sam time. Zapravo, u ovom trenutku ne znam ništa više.
Zapravo ne znam da li sam ikad išta i znala. Možda sam si sve zamislila.
Nekad meni dobro znana nostalgija je postala baš lijepo sranje u mom životu. Za mene očito nije bilo rješenje prihvatit neke stvari. Sada je sve samo još gore.
Pokraj toliko ljudi s kojima mogu pričati, ja dođem na blog i istresem dušu. Ne baš preočito, ali blizu tome. Ne mogu ni zamisliti koliko je ovo jadno.
Ne mogu ni zamisliti koliko sam jadna. A tek nakon ove rečenice.
Dok mi se nije dogodila, vjerovala sam u nju. Sad kad se možda dogodila, ne želim ju. Zar je moguće da se ljudi mijenjaju gotovo u potpunosti?
Svaki dan poželim biti ona od prije 4godine. Svaki JEBENI dan.
Tko bi rekao da ću se jednog dana vratit na blog.hr usprkos silnim fejsbukovima, twiterima, majspejsovima itd itd.
Razlog mog vraćanja sigurno nije ni film Social Network.
Može biti da je razlog da sam još željna pažnje i tuđeg sažaljenja? Što bi opet značilo da blog za mene predstavlja upravo to, što je čista laž.
Vratila sam se jer izgleda da sve ono što sam ikad proživjela na neki način sam izbacila kroz ovaj blog. Ne mogu reći da je ovo dnevnik jer gotovo nikad nisam spomenula nečije ime ili neki konkretan događaj, no sve što napišem ima značenje i dovoljno mi je da sam ga samo ja svjesna.
Prije (ajmo reći) 5godina sam patila za Zagrebom i jedva čekala da on postaje dio mene i da ja postanem dio njega, a sada kada se to dogodilo više ne znam tko sam. Zanima me utječe li Zagreb tako na sve pridošlice? Iako ja sebe ne smatram pridošlicom jer večina meni značajnih stvari se dogodilo baš u Zagrebu.
Ne mogu reći da sam ga drukčije zamišljala, ali ono na što bi zadnje pomislila jest da ću u njemu zaboraviti tko sam.
Pri samom spomenu bilo čega sličnog, ljudi uvijek kažu isto: treba se priviknuti, proći će te, ovo je teško razdoblje, blablabla...
Ja se zaista i nadam da je ovo samo prolazno razdoblje i da ću se nakon Božića vratit čitava, samopouzdana i "sretna". Što god to značilo.
preksutra je matura
glava mi je počela funkcionirati pomoću 0 i 1 i sve što izgovaram je najprije kodirano u jezik svima razumljiv
sad bi trebala biti malo odraslija zrelija i staloženija no izgleda da se ništa od toga nije ostvarilo i dalje sam jedno malo derište koje misli da zna što želi i koja misli da potpuno vlada sobom i svojim životom no zapravo je sve samo jedan ogromni organizirani kaos izvana je sve kao po špagi a zapravo sam samo sav nered ugurala u ormare
pretjerujem kao i uvijek ali to je izgleda dio mene koji nikad neće nestati i kojeg se nikad neću riješiti jedino što mogu učiniti pomiriti se s tim pa sam se prestala zapitkivati zašto zašto zašto
ustvari je sve super sretnija nisam bila no moj razum radi prekovremeno i sve češće mi je zlo i na trenutke mi dođe da sve ispovratim i napravim jedan ogromni refresh
kako će tek biti ovo je tek početak
želim si upaliti beethovena njegovu predivnu mjesečinu i opustiti se zagrliti škorimira i ne razmišljati
taj dio je najbitniji ne razmišljati pa čak ni o interpunkcijskim znakovima niti o tome u koliko sati trebam popiti kavu tako da uspijem navečer zaspati i ne kalkulirati i rješavati iznova već 20 puta rješene zadatke
bilo bi super početi si vjerovati i zaista postati žena bez tendencija pri depresivnom pomaku
ubija me to što i sad kad mi je zaista savršeno u životu svaki dijelić je lijep no opet moj um mora nešto iskomplicirati i samo od muhe napraviti slona
moja pretjerana briga me brine
zaista želim biti opuštena i ležati cijeli dan u krevetu sa škorimirom i slušati we are the people na repeatu i ne razmišljati što skuhati za ručak ni kakvo je vrijeme vani već se glasati kao u posljednjem tangu u parizu
s druge strane da nema te moje pretjerane brige zbog vlastite brige da nema tog iskompliciranog djelića i da nema svakodnevnog živciranja vjerojatno ne bi bila ni svjesna ovih ostalih lijepih stvari
glavu gore kažem samoj sebi a i vama
:)
ovo mi je stvarno falilo samo se zapitam zar je to nekad zaista potrebno obaviti preko blogerskog posta a ne razgovorom uživo
Sve bi bilo divno i krasno kad bi postojalo neko mjerilo za razum kao što na primjer postoji vaga za težinu. Ne bih se onda morala zamarati vlastitim proračunima koji na kraju samo zakompliciraju stvari i potroše mi svu energiju.
Također bi bilo super da ljudi koji u sebi nemaju zapravo gotovo ništa ljudsko (osim možda tjelesnosti) nemaju nikakav kontakt s nama. Da se nalaze blizu nas, da kroče kroz život zajedno s nama, no da u svojim postupcima ne rastužuju one koji nisu to zaslužili. Zašto moramo od takvih ljudi učiti lekcije?
Nakon veselog druženja sa mineralnom tijekom burne noći, nedjelja je osvanula (malo prekasno oko 13h) u pabu uz kafu i koktu. Muvanje se odužilo i sada sam zaglibila sa dvije muve sa toplim i pustim nedjeljnim suncem.
Počela sam pregledavati linkove starih prijatelja blogera i 90% njih je obrisalo sve postove. Zašto? Obožavam doći na svoj blog i blamirati se čitajući svoje zapise od prije 3godine. Ovaj blog je kao neka vrsta dnevnika (iako je dosta nedefiniran što se tiče događaja) i prati svaki moj korak u razmišljanju i percipiranju stvari.
Sve se mijenja brzinom munje. Prije su događaji padali u zaborav, a sada dolazi do samozaborava.
Jučerašnje ispijanje gemišta se pretvorilo u raspravu o urotama i o približavanju "kobne" 2012. Pitanja su kružila kao kojekakve muhe - Hoćemo umrijeti ili postati još gluplji? Hoće li se samo svijest promijeniti ili ćemo postati neki dinosauri? Naravno da je to bilo popraćeno opijenim mozgovima.
(...)
Pokušavamo pokrenuti grad. Dići inertnu mladež na noge i oživiti glazbenu scenu. Ustvari, scena je oživljena ali ljudi i dalje troše novce na elektronsku glazbu i plesačice u kavezima.
*nikad dosta čuđenja*
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul
(...)
Zar je potrebno nekih 5godina prakse da se progleda? vjerojatno sam samo jedna od onih kojima treba dugo i kojima se treba obit u glavu.
Sad tek shvaćam i sad tek vidim. Sad tek mogu voljeti, sad tek mogu znati, sad tek mogu osjećati.
Sve te priče ljudi oko tebe s kojima ispijaš pivo svaki dan, činile su se kao mrlje na najljepšoj fotografiji, a sad tek vidim da su to bile prave stvari. Sva ona nagovaranja koja su išla na živce i bila uzrok svađa i ispada, nisu ništa drugo nego puka istina, a meni je trebalo 5 godina da poslažem slagalicu i počnem gledati.
Potrebno je naći zlatnu sredinu u svemu, ali kako? Jel potrebno još 5godina za takvo šta?
Bojala sam se nešto napraviti jedan dugi niz godina i sad kad sam napravila...hm..trebala bi se bolje osjećati?
Koji je recept za odlično držanje? Koliko dnevno smijem jesti da bi se opustila? Koje su prave vježbe za smijeh, koje su savršene za održavanje dobrog raspoloženja?
Kojim danima da jedem ugljikohidrate da bi ostala svježa? Kojim danima smijem večerati da ne postanem zgužvana?
Postoji li recept?
Što da radim bez akcije čitavi dan?!?!
Uf, sad tek vidim koliko me dugo nije bilo. Čitajući posljednji post prisjetila sam se situacije u mom životu TADA i shvatila koliko se toga promijenilo. Punooo toga. Tako da se nećemo ni doticati te teme.
Neka bude kao da me nije bilo dva dana.
Opet onaj neki čudan osjećaj, između nečega, ne znam ni sama čega ali užasno živcira. Dok sam bila na kolodvoru poželjela sam ući u vlak za Zagreb, švercat se provodeći 3 i po sata u prekrasnom wc-u.
I dalje se osjećam kao tanjurić pun tajni (a saucerful of secrets*) i još nisam naučila izbacit ono što želim. Ta BITNA stvar se NIJE promijenila.
A baš mi se izbacuje...
Vinkovci su postali jedno ogromno gradilište puno radnika koji kao da se šetaju s jednog kraja do drugog do kraja smjene. Trg se radi već godinu dana, ali glavno da su oni razrovali sve staze do moje kuće tako da u ranim jutarnjim satima se osjećam kao zatočena u labirintu. Da bar nešto dobijem kad pronađem izlaz. Aliii ne.
To nije to ali zasad je to.
Mi mijenjamo dan za noć, mijenjamo noć za dan...
Pogled mi je prečesto usmjeren prema pločniku i ispucalom betonu dok idem ulicom da i ne primjenim promjene - srećom. Ružne građevine nicaju jedna za drugom u prekratkom vremenu, a njihove boje uništavaju jesen - i sva naredna godišnja doba.
Neke stvari ću vjerojatno cijeli život razumjeti, no nikako ih neću moći prihvatiti.
Nekako je najljepše u vlaku. Bez obzira na sve one neugodne situacije o kojima sam pričala, u vlaku kao da se sve kreće mimo mene, ja sam nekako zaustavljena i ne osjećam nikakve posljedice kretanja, a najdraža pjesma mi svira u ušima, svjetlo je savršeno, dobra knjiga je u mojim rukama...
Tjedan mi prolazi prebrzo, razlog tomu je vjerojatno pretrpanost od ranih jutarnjih sati pa sve do kasnih večernjih, no svejedno - prebrzo prolazi. Još uvijek se mogu sjetiti pelinkovca od Nove 2008.
Kad bi rezimirala ovu godinu, mogla bi reći da je prošla u prosjeku - dobro. Zadovoljna sam, puno toga se događalo, zapravo ima jako puno novih stvari, iskustava, svirki, događaja i situacija iz ove godine koje ću vječno prepričavati, no ništa posebno. Možda očekujem previše,no...
Zapravo, protekla je odlično. 
samo da najavim:
Vox Feminae Festival
28.11.2008(petak) u 21:00 @ Studentski Centar
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