''Where is my mother?'' the child asked the soldier. The soldier was watching them both fade away. Nine words create an oblivion ocean: ''Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?''
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_________________ I'm getting weaker, I'm getting thin I hate how obvious I have been
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRyYs52LcWk[/youtube] Ako bog doista postoji mislim si ako je doista svuda oko nas u svim stvarima i u svim bićima zašto ga onda ljudi traže baš u crkvi? Zašto ga ne potraže u parku u hladnjaku u croissantu i šalici kave u džepu kožne jakne u sebi ili na internetu?
Ako je bog doista radost i ljubav mislim si prelazeći ulicu onda je crkva poslednje mjesto gdje bi on volio biti. Ja da sam bog ne bih zalazio na tako tužna mjesta. Ne zalazim tamo ni kao čovjek.
S tim u vezi nekidan mi reče Barni da je pročitao negdje da će klonirati Isusa. Nije dobro rekao sam opet će ga ubiti samo sad će ga ubiti njegovi.
Znaš nastavio sam vjerujem da će Isus kad vidi u šta se sve to izrodilo kad vidi da je čudo kojim je on božji sin s nekoliko riba nahranio mnoštvo sitnica u usporedbi s čudom ovih kurvinih sinova koji su od njegove patnje napravili posao prema kojem se carstvo Billyja Gatesa doima kao dvorac od Lego kockica kad, dakle, vidi kakvu su kamatu izvukli iz drvenog križa tri čavla i njegove patnje vjerujem da će im reći: Žao mi je, momci, pogrešno ste me shvatili sad ćemo stvari postaviti drukčije ja preuzimam kormilo.
A oni bossovi moćne internacionalne korporacije Crkve poltat će na njega đankija s dosjeom da za šaku heroina obavi stvar.
(Kameni pas: Edo Popović & Gori ussi Winnetou)
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ONI ŠTO DOLAZE ZA NAMA(1979) Oni što dolaze za nama, Imat će samo Betonirane pejzaže, Nosit će na glavi Zelene kape i šešire, A iz očiju Cvjetovi će da im vire.
Oni što dolaze za nama, Slušat će samo Cvrkut plastičnih ptica, Imat će u osmijeh, U osmijeh, namještena lica. Oni što dolaze za nama, Imat će sterilizirane osjećaje Bez klica.
Oni što dolaze za nama, Imat će i u WC-u, I u WC-u, televiziju. Sklapat će prijateljstva Putem kućnog kompjutera. Oni što dolaze za nama, Umjesto šljivovice Ispijat će čaše etera.
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Unkle feat. Gavin Clark - Broken
Dead state I can feel the weight Light streaming in through the open grate Two thread score tearing up the floor Out in the alley with the trigger draw
Numb hands I can see the strand Hold it together with a severed band Three lost years I've been crying here I'm over, I'm over, I'm over, I'm broken
Strung out on the wings of the dawn Hole in the black, soul in the storm Torn down through the cracks in the dark We're miles adrift, we're inches apart
I'm hit I can feel the grit Sat in the asher on the beaten brick Two thread main running through the vein Out in the centre with a mirrored cane
Numb feet I can hear you speak Hold it together with a severed streak Three full years I've been crying here I'm over, I'm over, I'm over, I'm broken
_________________ It ́s better to die on your feet than live on your knees. Opet je gužva pred kontejnerom... Imbecili i debili ogroman je zbir, moj glas danas odlazi u manastir I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange, I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
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LUCKY MAN LYRICS - THE VERVE
Happiness More or less It's just a change in me Something in my liberty Oh, my, my Happiness Coming and going I watch you look at me Watch my fever grow and I know - just where I am
But how many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn All the love I have is in my mind?
But I'm a lucky man With fire in my hands
Happiness Something in my own place I'm stood here naked Smiling, I feel no disgrace With who I am
Happiness Coming and going I watch you look at me Watch my fever grow and I know - just who I am
But how many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn All the love I have is in my mind?
I hope you understand I hope you understand
Gotta love that'll never die
_________________ It ́s better to die on your feet than live on your knees. Opet je gužva pred kontejnerom... Imbecili i debili ogroman je zbir, moj glas danas odlazi u manastir I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange, I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
Darko ima deset godina i nema užinu za vreme odmora Njegovi nemaju posla, on ima 30 kila s knjigama Knjige su sad van ranca, prljave u blatu i barama Jer, posto nema džeparca, Darka tuku dečaci s kajlama Bezdušni grohot dok vazdušnim djonom obojica gaze ga Neke cure dobacuju kikot, on se tiho grči izranjavan Žali što nije ko ćale što prebija svakoga po kafanama Što je slab i mora da ćuti, jer muško ne sme da bude njanjavac.
Tog dana ga je spasao jedan debeli pegavi klinja Malo stariji, verovatno iz srednje što je tu pored bila Razjurio ona dva klinca, stao na njegovu stranu, i to je jedini put kad je neko bio dobar prema Darku.
Darko ima sedamnaest, napucan je i svi sad zovu ga Pegla Ima treš trešu, ima naj Najke i ramena široka ko regal Ima bes besvesti, oči očinske, jed jednak ko nekad I zna da bije za ćirilicu, ali piše spojeno “neznam“ On mrzi Hrvate, čuo da treba u pesmi omiljenog benda On mrzi pedere, rekla mu crkva i dobri pastir Kačavenda. On voli svoj narod, voli Kosovo i život bi dao za njega, ali zove prljavom seljačinom svakoga ko nije iz BeGea. Pegla Pegla je spreman na sve da udje u tim Da ga shvate ozbiljno baš svi Da i on bude jedan od njih, jer Pegla ne želi da gleda kako tone mu zemlja i da na to bude jebeno tih Iskriviće od batina svakog ko je kriv Ali moraće da dokaže koliko je odan U rancu ima baklju, zastavu, dva noža U parku je noć, u noći je parka, U parki je tip, liči na pederaša Ako ga olomi, biće kulijana Primiće ga u ekipu huligana Vidi na šta liči, sigurno je feget Ma jebo tuču, bolje nož u bubreg. Ajmo, Pegla, to, ubodi ga Evo, pada Sad Zaskoči ga Ubodi opet, ubodi pedera Za crkvu, za Boga živela Srbija Vidi kako plače, bre, pička pegava
ček, stani, pa to je on onaj iz školskoga!
Pegli drhti usna, drhti ruka, dok momak krklja Te oči, sva ta pitanja u njima, taj užas Pegla ne može da gleda, Pegla muči se da diše, Pegla napipava rukom kamen i smrska mu lice
Gde je sad Bog, Pegla, kada vidiš oko što curi, kada vidiš svu krv što šiklja, kada nema mase da divlja Ko je tvoj Bog, Pegla, za koga radiš to sve Jel sad bolje tvojoj zemlji Kako to da si sam i nem Kako to sada nikog nema Samo ti i komadići mesa na dlanu, obrazu, čelu na duši, koju više nemaš. Gledaj ga, gledaj, Pegla Znaj, i on tebe gleda mrtvim okom s druge strane, da znaš, da pamtiš, šta god misliš sad da si to oko, taj vir, to si ti.
Pegla-Marčelo
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Few of the sins of the father Are visited upon the son Hearts have been hard Hands have been clenched into fists too long
Our sons need never be soldiers Our daughters will never need guns These are the years between These are the years that were hard fought and won Contracts torn at the edges Old signatures stained with tears Seasons of war and grace These should not be forgotten years
Still it aches like tetanus It reeks of politics How many dreams remain? This is a feeling too strong to contain
The hardest years, the darkest years The roarin' years, the fallen years These should not be forgotten years The hardest years the wildest years The desperate and divided years Our shoreline was never invaded Our country was never in flames This is the calm we breathe This is a feeling too strong to contain
Still it aches like tetanus It reeks of politics Signatures stained with tears Who can remember, we've got to remember
The hardest years, the darkest years...
Forsaking aching breaking years The time 'n' tested heartbreak years These should not be forgotten years
The blinded years, the binded years The desperate and divided years These should not be forgotten years Remember
I jos jedna
Spoiler:
Midnight Oil Power And The Passion
People, wasting away in paradise Going backward, once in a while Moving ahead, falling behind What do you believe What do you believe What do you believe is true
Nothing they say makes a difference this way 'Cos nothing they say will do Take all the trouble that you can afford At least you won't have time to be bored
Oh the power and the passion Oh the temper of the time Oh the power and the passion Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line I see sunburnt faces around With skin so brown Smiling zinc cream and crows Sundays the beach never a cloud Breathing eucalypt, pushing panelvans, stuff and munch junk food Laughing at the truth, 'cos Gough was tough till he hit the rough Uncle Sam and John were quite enough Too much of sunshine too much of sky It's enough to make you wanna cry
I see buildings, clothing the sky in paradise Sydney, where the nights are warm Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn Dad's so bad he lives in a pub, underarms and football clubs Flat chat, Pin Gap in every home a Big Mac And no one goes back, that's that You take what you get and get what you please It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees
_________________ It ́s better to die on your feet than live on your knees. Opet je gužva pred kontejnerom... Imbecili i debili ogroman je zbir, moj glas danas odlazi u manastir I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange, I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
Listen to the rhythm Listen to the beat It has a cold wind blowing Up through the street Soul crying out People crying out
In through the valleys In through the streets Feel the whole world moving Underneath our feet Something's going on I said what is going wrong
I feel them coming So close behind Sister says, we're next in line The man he says, that's OK And the Government says you're gonna pay, pay, pay And you pay Still you pay
It's just a soul crying out It's just the people crying out It's the land crying out And I can hear you crying out
And I say, I don't know Maybe I don't care What I know is I gotta get out of here And I'm going Going any day Some sweet day Some sweet day I gotta find a way
I can hear the lovers, whisper in the street See a crowd has gathered underneath the heat I hear what they say But I don't believe what they say
I see the woman, with tears in her eyes I hear the baby, calling in the night Something on the bed, was it something she said Hell this is not right What goes on through the night
I hear her coming, all in my mind Sweet common love, so hard to find Someone said, man that's sa And the people walk by, cos they're so blind
And you pay Still you pay ...............................
_________________ It ́s better to die on your feet than live on your knees. Opet je gužva pred kontejnerom... Imbecili i debili ogroman je zbir, moj glas danas odlazi u manastir I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange, I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
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A Matter Of Trust - Billy Joel
Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question of when I've lived long enough to have learned The closer you get to the fire the more you get burned But that won't happen to us Because it's always been a matter of trust
I know you're an emotional girl It took a lot for you to not lose your faith in this world I can't offer you proof But you're going to face a moment of truth It's hard when you're always afraid You just recover when another belief is betrayed So break my heart if you must It's a matter of trust
You can't go the distance With too much resistance I know you have doubts But for God's sake don't shut me out
This time you've got nothing to lose You can take it, you can leave it Whatever you choose I won't hold back anything And I'll walk a way a fool or a king Some love is just a lie of the mind It's make believe until its only a matter of time And some might have learned to adjust But then it never was a matter of trust
I'm sure you're aware love We've both had our share of Believing too long When the whole situation was wrong
Some love is just a lie of the soul A constant battle for the ultimate state of control After you've heard lie upon lie There can hardly be a question of why Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start But that can't happen to us Because it's always been a matter of trust
_________________ It ́s better to die on your feet than live on your knees. Opet je gužva pred kontejnerom... Imbecili i debili ogroman je zbir, moj glas danas odlazi u manastir I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange, I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
Kupi mi kartu u jednom smeru al' uvek imaj u ljubav veru ne zatvaraj za mnom ni srce ni vrata pozeli mi srecu i nista drugo
Ne placi za mnom ne idi necu dugo a ako me vetar zivota odnese gde nesrecni stoje svi jedno uz drugo cekaj me i pati samo ne, nemoj dugo
U kofer stavi par svojih stvari da ih sa mojim sudbina spari ne zatvaraj za mnom ni srce ni vrata pozeli mi srecu i nista drugo ne placi i za mnom ne idi, necu dugo
A ako me vetar zivota odnese gde nesrecni stoje svi jedno uz drugo cekaj me i pati samo ne, nemoj dugo
A kada te vrati trenutak krivice a hladan ti vetar siba u lice grli me i ljubi moja tugo, nisi dugo
Tad spustices glavu na ranjene grudi i pitaces srce da l' prasta il' sudi i plakacu ko kisa moja tugo, nisam dugo
Ja kako se zovem, zovem, to neću da kažem ja. Imala sam lepe grudi, korak lak i oko živo. Gde sam pošla, neću da kažem, Zato što pitaš mene sad Da bi pito nešto ti...
Oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Muž mi nije tu kraj mene, neću da ti kažem gde, Zove on ponekad, nekad, neću da ti kažem ja.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Imam ćerke, lepe, lepe, a kako se zovu one, Neću da ti kažem ja, One mene pitaju:
Mama kad si bila mlada, je li bilo isto ko sada? Je li bio mesec napola pojeden, je li bio dragi skoro pa razveden? Je li bio mesec napola pojeden, stan je bio mali, hodnik leden, leden, Reka žuta, drvo crno, a put dobar ne za mene.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Mama kad si bila mlada, je li bilo kao sada? Kada ćeš da umreš mama, da ja odem bilo gde?! Kada ćeš da umreš mama, da ja odem bilo gde?!
Oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Neću da ti kažem kad, Neću da ti kažem gde, Njemu ostavi venčić da nosi, Venčić mali da pocrni, Venčić mali sa cvetom malim, Venčić mali da pocrni, Venčić mali sa cvetom malim, Sa cvetom kakvim, neću da kažem, neću da ti kažem ja. Sa cvetom kakvim, neću da kažem, neću da ti kažem ja.
Mama kad si bila mlada, je li bilo isto ko sada? Je li bio mesec napola pojeden, je li bio dragi skoro pa razveden? Je li bio mesec napola pojeden, stan je bio mali, hodnik leden, leden, Reka žuta, drvo crno, a put dobar ne za mene.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Sa cvetom kakvim, neću da kažem, neću da ti kažem ja. Sa cvetom kakvim, neću da kažem, neću da ti kažem ja.
From boredom the garment of evil is worn From boredom each evil thought is born I would be happy but need a thrill Give me a whore give me a pill Give me a war which to fight Give me bank to rob tonight From boredom evil thoughts are formed From boredom comes the devils spawn Give me a witch that I can burn Give me a God that I can spurn Give me a country to whom I'll kneel Give me an enemy the pig will squeal From boredom evil it does come I'll rape I'll rob I'll fuck your son Give me someone to abuse Give me a substance I can use Give me a chance to poison youth It's because I'm bored and that's the truth So boredom is the source of all evil within Our need for new sensations leading us to sin Give me a whore in the street she'll be a doormat at my feet Give me a side give me a team at the opposition abuse I'll scream
_________________ I'm getting weaker, I'm getting thin I hate how obvious I have been
I don’t know why You want to follow me tonight When in the rest of the world With you whom I’ve crossed and I’ve quarreled Lets me down so For a thousand reasons that I know To shareforever the unrest With all the demons I possess Beneath the silver moon
Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don’t want to fight I’m tired of being sorry
8th & Ocean Drive With all the vampires and their brides We’re all bloodless and blind And longing for a life Beyond the silver moon
Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don’t want to fight I’m tired of being sorry I’m standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon
So far away – so outer space I’ve trashed myself – I’ve lost my way I’ve got to get to you got to get to you
Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don’t want to fight I’m tired of being sorry I’m standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon
Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don’t want to fight I’m tired of being sorry I’m standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon.
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