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Come with me into the future!All the things that can refresh tired souls and the restless hearts :) Just Like A Pill I'm lyin' here on the floor where you left me I think I took too much I'm crying here, what have you done? I thought it would be fun I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch, I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch, I think I'll get outta here, where I can Run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill You keep makin' me ill I haven't moved from the spot where you left me This must be a bad trip All of the other pills, they were different Maybe I should get some help I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch, I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch, I think I'll get outta here, where I can Run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill You keep makin' me ill Run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill You keep makin' me ill I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch, I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch, I think I'll get outta here, where I can Run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill You keep makin' me ill Yeah... How Abnormal Are U? Klik na pitanje gore... Find Out...
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Pesme koje me pokrecu...UNDISCOVERED SOUL She was standing at the station Small town suitcase in her hand There were dreams she found inside her That no one cared to understand She never talks about her childhood So much past to leave behind She's so scared to go But still she says goodbye When you walk that road You walk alone Just an undiscovered soul In the great unknown When your only hope Is to find a home Just an undiscovered soul In the great unknown In the great unknown Born and raised in poverty Daddy died when he was young All the fears that raged inside him His spirit need to overcome Each day he tears down the reflection Of who he used to be And with a little luck He'll rise eventually In the search for our salvation Relentlessly we climb Just looking for a reason In creation's grand design If patience is a virtue Then let us humbly begin We'll be here waiting 'Til our ship comes sailing in. Don't want to walk through life An undiscovered soul. Searching for a home Looking for a road In the great unknown Don't want to walk through life An undiscovered soul Patience, virtue, identify, soul ***************************************************************************** Plavet Vedra ironija vječite plaveti, hladno lijepa ko cvijet, satire i troši nemoćna pjesnika što počinje kleti dar svoj u Bolova neplodnoj pustoši. Zatvorenih oči, bježeć, znam da prijeti strašnom grižnjom motreć moju dušu praznu. Kud pobjeć? I koju noć divlju prostrijeti, ko dronjke, po tome preziru poraznu? Gore, magle! Duge krpe monotone svog pepela s tmušom lijte po vedrini koja u jesenskoj bari nek potone i tako sazdajte prostrani svod mirni! A ti, draga Čamo, iz Letine vode izađi i skupi blijedih trski, blata, te rukama čilim zalij rupe modre što ih posvud buše kobnih ptica jata. I još! nek dimnjaci tužni dime vazda i nek čađom ona tamnica što luta pogasi u jezi svojih crnih brazda sunce koje gine sred obzorja žuta. Nebo umrije! Tvoj sam, o tvari! udijeli da Cilj strašni i Grijeh zaboravi sada taj mučenik koji ležaj dijelit želi na kom sretno stado ljudi u san pada. Jer tu ću - kad mozak moj ispražnjen eto, ko sud za bjelilo pored zida bačen, ne zna ukras dati misli razapetoj - zijevati zloslutno sve do smrti mračne. Zalud! Plavet blista. Čuj, u zvonu lakom pjeva. Dušo moja, to se glasom javi da nas straši svojom pobjedom opakom leteć s bronce žive u angelus plavi. Valjajuć se tmušom, drevna, bode tvoju stalnu smrtnu muku kao mača nalet. Gdje pobjeć u ružnu i jalovu boju? Opsjednut sam. Plavet! Plavet! Plavet! Plavet! Stephan Mallarme
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