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| Autoru: | Ipanema_ [ 04 Jun 2004, 16:28 ] |
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everything but the girl -- single I called you from the hotel phone I haven't dialled this code before I'm sleeping later and waking later I'm eating less and thinking more And how am I without you? Am I more myself or less myself? I feel younger, louder Like I don't always connect Like I don't ever connect And do you like being single? Do you want me back? Do you want me back? And do I like being single? Am I coming back? Am I coming back? I'll put my suitcase here for now I'll turn the TV to the bed But if no one calls and I don't speak all day Do I disappear? And look at me without you I'm quite proud of myself I feel reckless, clumsy Like I'm making a mistake A really big mistake And do you like being single? Do you want me back? Do you want me back? And do I like being single? Am I coming back? Am I coming back? Do you want me back? And now I know Each time I go I don't really know What I'm thinking And now I know Each time I go I don't really know What I'm thinking of Do you want me back? |
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| Autoru: | Ipanema_ [ 07 Jun 2004, 11:55 ] |
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I was born in the desert I been down for years Jesus, come closer I think my time is near And I've travelled over Dry earth and floods Hell and high water To bring you my love Climbed over mountains Travelled the sea Cast down off heaven Cast down on my knees I've lain with the devil Cursed god above Forsaken heaven To bring you my love To bring you my love To bring you my love To bring you my love I know he's gonna be here You know he's gonna be here Yeah alright Forsaking heaven Curse god above Lay with the devil Bring you my love To bring you my love To bring you my love To bring you my love /pj harvey |
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| Autoru: | Franz [ 07 Jun 2004, 12:29 ] |
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I SVI MI volimo FRXY!
jel' bolje ovako??? |
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| Autoru: | Ipanema_ [ 12 Jun 2004, 18:20 ] |
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It’s a strange day No colours or shapes No sound in my head I forget who I am When I’m with you There’s no reason There’s no sense I’m not supposed to feel I forget who I am I forget Fascist baby Utopia, utopia My dog needs new ears Make his eyes see forever Make him live like me Again and again I’m wired to the world That’s how I know everything I’m super brain That’s how they made me |
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| Autoru: | SmileY [ 14 Jun 2004, 17:13 ] |
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For Whom the Bell Tolls Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know chorus: For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see chorus: 
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| Autoru: | Rakun_Slavko [ 15 Jun 2004, 18:45 ] |
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Shai Hulud HARDLY I am a memory. I never existed. And now I am nothing. Her name, a single word. Melts me, takes me to the ground. Only alive, can't she see? I'm destroyed by yesterdays. And do I gain? I could only dream for chance to side with me Inquire. Ingest. Implode. Let this not be the dissassemblance of me Another night with arms still empty. I'm destroyed. And do I gain? Or just fall. |
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| Autoru: | Sleepy [ 22 Jun 2004, 03:06 ] |
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NICK CAVE "People Ain't No Good" People just ain't no good I think that's welll understood You can see it everywhere you look People just ain't no good We were married under cherry trees Under blossom we made pour vows All the blossoms come sailing down Through the streets and through the playgrounds The sun would stream on the sheets Awoken by the morning bird We'd buy the Sunday newspapers And never read a single word People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good Seasons came, Seasons went The winter stripped the blossoms bare A different tree now lines the streets Shaking its fists in the air The winter slammed us like a fist The windows rattling in the gales To which she drew the curtains Made out of her wedding veils People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all To our love send a dozen white lilies To our love send a coffin of wood To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo That people they just ain't no good To our love send back all the letters To our love a valentine of blood To our love let all the jilted lovers cry That people they just ain't no good It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They can comfort you, some even try They nurse you when you're ill of health They bury you when you go and die It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They'd stick by you if they could But that's just bullshit People just ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all |
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| Autoru: | Ipanema_ [ 03 Okt 2004, 21:56 ] |
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Sunday was a bright day yesterday Dark cloud has come into the way They sing to the darkest night Long before Why can't I face it Am I too blind to see Why did he go Why did he leave me Sunday was a bright day yesterday Dark cloud has come into the way Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Why can't I face it Am I too blind to see Why did he go Why did he leave me Sunday was a bright day yesterday Dark cloud has come into the way Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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| Autoru: | pilot babo [ 03 Okt 2004, 21:59 ] |
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ja necu da budem anoniman, ja hocu da budem pilot! |
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| Autoru: | velvet.revolution [ 05 Okt 2004, 11:10 ] |
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Pixies-Cactus Sitting here, wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore I'd put it on when I go lonely Will you take off your dress and send it to me? I miss your kissing and I miss your head And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead Run outside in the desert heat Make your dress all wet and send it to me I miss your soup and I miss your bread And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead So spill your breakfast and drip your wine Just wear that dress when you dine Sitting here, wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore Bloody your hands on a cactus tree Wipe it on your dress and send it to me Sitting here, wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore Black Francis |
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| Autoru: | velvet.revolution [ 05 Okt 2004, 11:23 ] |
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Janis Joplin-Ball and chain S-sitting down by my window, Oh, looking at the rain. S-sitting down by my window now now, All around I felt it, All I could see was the rain. Something grabbed a hold of me, honey, Felt to me honey like, lord, a ball and chain. Yeah! hey! you know what I mean, But it's way too heavy for you, You can't hold it tomorrow. Say, whoa, whoa, honey, it can't be Just because I got to want your love Please please please please, whoa please, please. Whoa, honey it can't be Just because I got to need you daddy. Please don't you let me down, no, please, lord! Here you gone today, but I wanted to love you, I wanted to hold you, yeah, till the day I die, Till the day, till the day, Yeah! hey! hey! all right! Say, whoa, whoa, honey this can't be Not anything I ever wanted from you daddy Tell me now, now, now, now, oh, tell me now, yeah. I say, whoa, whoa, honey this can't be No, no, no, no, no, no, no ... yeah yeah, hey! And I want someone that could tell me, tell me why Just because I got to want your love Honey, just because I got to need, need, need your love I said I don't understand, honey, but I wanna chance to try Try, try, try, try try try try Honey when everybody in the world wants the same damn thing When everybody in the world will need the same lonely thing When I wanna work for your love, daddy. When I wanna try for your love, daddy. I don't understand how come you're gone, man. I don't understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man, I can't get it together. If you got a cat for one day, man, I mean, if you, say, say, if you want a cat for 365 days, right , you ain't got him for 365 days, you got him for one day, man. well I tell you that one day better be your life, man. because, you know, you can say, oh man, you can cry about the other 364, man, but you're gonna lose that one day, man, and that's all you've got. you gotta call that man. that's what it is, man. if you got it today you don't want it tomorrow, man, cause you don't need it, cause as a matter of fact, as we discovered in the train, tomorrow never happens, man. That's all the same fucking day, man. So you gotta, when you wanna hold a sigh, You gotta hold him like it's the last minute in your life, baby. You gotta hold, whoa, whoa, hold him cause someday some weight's gonna come on your shoulders, babe, It's gonna feel too heavy, it's gonna weigh on you, It's gonna feel just like a ball, ball, ball, oh daddy, And a chain. |
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| Autoru: | pilot babo [ 05 Okt 2004, 20:49 ] |
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disciplina kicme - batman, mandrak, fantom danas covek stalno gleda ovde mora biti reda, njegovi mi prsti prete ti odavno nisi dete o da, ja jesam dete ta na na na na na na, o da, ja jesam dete, tebi moji prsti prete! smiriti me neces ni tim sjajnim dijamantom, jer prijatelji moji jesu batman, mandrak, fantom! |
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| Autoru: | spengla [ 06 Okt 2004, 11:33 ] |
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to je stil stari moj ljubio sam hrpetinu zena, al ni jedna nije bila kao ona.... volio sam sve na njoj, stanovala je preko puta, imala me uvijek kad je htjela.... ulica, naduvani grad, cudne misli u njezinoj glavi, svjet ni dobar ni losh nema vremena za nove idejeeee za NAS........ |
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| Autoru: | Kid_A [ 06 Okt 2004, 11:35 ] |
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Mercury Rev Hercules In the morning your face cracks and falls to the sea The sun follows your step and leads you back to me You keeps telling yourself that you're here but you're not alone And you get the feeling that your mind is not your own In the evening the sun's red gown turns to brown The moon follows you to the beach then it swallows you down Strange how you can change and end up at her feet You keep telling yourself but you know you're not to be believed You and me and Hercules in between You and me and Hercules in between Shadows rise from the plain, fifty men row In the distance the ships in the waves cash in their load On the hill stands Colossus and your mind is freezed Clouds from your past now at last open to recieve You and me and Hercules in between You and me and Hercules in between Cross the desert sand no one knows your name And you wish you were somewhere else with some kind of fame What appears as your shadow is formless as a mist You keep telling your friends you know it exists One becomes two then before you becomes three Words climb your tongue like a ladder to speak Drifting as you go but you row till it seems All is one, All is mind, all is lost and you find, all is dream |
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| Autoru: | Kid_A [ 06 Okt 2004, 11:39 ] |
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Joy Division The Eternal Procession moves on, the shouting is over Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone Talking aloud as they sit round their tables Scattering flowers washed down by the rain Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden Watching them pass like clouds in the sky Try to cry out in the heat of the moment Possessed by a fury that burns from inside Cry like a child though these years make me older With children my time is so wastefully spent Burden to keep, though their inner communion Accept like a curse an unlucky deal Laid by the gate at the foot of the garden My view stretches out from the fence to the wall No words could explain, no actions determine Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall |
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| Autoru: | Kid_A [ 06 Okt 2004, 11:48 ] |
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Radiohead Kid A I slipped away I slipped on a little white lie We got heads on sticks You got ventriloquists We got heads on sticks You got ventriloquists Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed [x4] Rats and children follow me out of town Rats and children follow me out of town Come on kids... |
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| Autoru: | pilot babo [ 06 Okt 2004, 17:07 ] |
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Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick (Part I) Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight. There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. We'll make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain. The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water -- as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other -- as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling -- but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster -- has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run. What do you do when the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam -- and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam. LATER. I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares. You're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. And you wonder who to call on. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. |
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| Autoru: | pilot babo [ 06 Okt 2004, 17:09 ] |
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Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick (Part II) LATER. See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest. QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac. LATER In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills. And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention, while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen. Saying -- how's your granny and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along. So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near. Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. OF COURSE So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. |
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| Autoru: | SmileY [ 06 Okt 2004, 21:43 ] |
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Artist: In Flames Title: Colony Album: Colony Year: 1999 in your world, the day is no threat in my world, there is an absence of light "genetic superior cell" controlled by the fathomless and unbearable a radical new Form of plastic and rage biologically optimized but with a strangling pulse in your world, you find me worthy in my world, I "parashoot" my life a virtual drugstore populated by the fathomless and unbearable machine, meat and blood in an intimate relationship the new - superior - more effective than all the preceding when we can no longer cry and reality is torn then it's easy to forget that the responsibility lies on us all in your world, the night is no threat in my world, the darkness transforms to a vision of hell populated by fathomless and unbearable |
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| Autoru: | Ipanema_ [ 07 Okt 2004, 17:07 ] |
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ljudi odlaze i odlaze i odlaze ovde je dosadno svi su pobegli na neko zabavnije mesto daleko je, daleko je Amerika daleko je, daleko je Amerika i ako sam negde stigao, bilo je iznutra u sebe, u sebe, u sebe i nikako spolja i gore i dole i levo i desno u meni u sebe, u sebe, u sebe i nikako spolja tamo je put, tamo je cilj, tamo je znak tamo je put, tamo je cilj, tamo je znak tamo je Amerika ... vrlo sam umoran a ne znam kako, zasto, od cega ovde je dosadno svi su pobegli na neko zabavnije mesto daleko je, daleko je Amerika i ako sam negde stigao, bilo je iznutra u sebe, u sebe, u sebe i nikako spolja i gore i dole i levo i desno u meni u sebe, u sebe, u sebe i nikako spolja tamo je put, tamo je cilj, tamo je znak tamo je put, tamo je cilj, tamo je znak tamo je Amerika ... |
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