Rock`n`Roll from Rivendell

subota, 28.07.2007.

...sparina & glavobolja...

I tak ti ja bil na moreni od utorka do petka (pljesak).
Krenuli ja, stara, baka i neki kuki klinac (frend od bratića). Ja vozio do Hvara (frajer). Već sam ih kod Karlovca htio sve izbacit iz auta!! No nekak sam izdržal do Splita, pa sam išo kupit cigaretline, i ko fol se slučajno izgubih u vrevi, dok smo čekali trajektić. A ono dole milijardu ljudi! Nemreš ni prdnut, kolko ih je. Ja bi rekao malo previše....
U trajektu ko i uvjek pun kurac skupo. Ode tata na šankić, i čopi si žuju (naravno imaju sam 0,33!!!), i platim ju jebenih 16kn!! Vratil bi ja nju, al sam ju otvoril prije neg kaj je lik reko kolko košta.
No i tom je došlo kraj, jer smo stigli.
No ko i uvjek, kad dođem u Jelsu (od kud i moje prezime potječe), prizor nije ugodan. Svi smrde, lijeni su, a najbolji dio je da su ženke dlakavije od mužjaka. Pa mi je baš onak seksi kad neka baba prođe s dlakavim prsima po rivi...
Čak su me natjerali da se jedanput okupam (mrš, mrš).
Dole vruće u pi**u materinu! I baš bio jugo, kaj znači da nema nikakvog vjetrića, samo sparina. A mene su sterali dole, kao da se odmorim. Ni zaspat nisam mogo. Koprcao sam se u krevetu do 5 u jutro, pa bi nekak valjda zaspao, a ovi bi me probudili u 8h, i zajebavali me kak sam uvjek tolko pospan.
No tam sam slučajno nabasao na nekog lika kaj je išo u moju srednju, al godinu dana mlađi. Pa me nekak natjeral da me počasti s pivom, a ja reko zajebi!, naravno da ćeš me počastit, kad mi je novčanik ostal u apartmanu (buahahahaha).
I tak sam se u petak vratil doma. I valjda bum se sad malo odmoril od ove godine. Valjda bu mi sad počeo godišnji.
I ljudi, nemojte ić na Jadran, odite u Crnu goru, il Albaniju, kad već očete ić na more. Kod nas sve skupo! Skuplje neg u Zagrebu.
P.S. nemojte ić na zahod u splitski McDrek, ak ste čistunac; ja nisam, i nemam više želju da još jedanput odem tam.
Pozdraf!!

28.07.2007. u 07:55 • 23 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 21.07.2007.

...and I`ll be in Scotland afore ye...

I tak me starci tjeraju da prek ljeta odem nekam, da im ne trunem doma. Ko da im smetam, buržoazija!!
Odi k nekom na more. Pa reko, zajebi.
Pa odi s nama na more. Pa reko, zajebi.
Neda mi se ić na more! Mrzim more, mrzim vruchinu! Prokletu vruchinu. Mrzim onaj pojam kupanje. Kuiš, prvo se okupaš, probrčkaš u moru, a onda se moraš još jedanput okupat/istuširat (da spereš onu sol sa svog ultra sexy hot tijela).
Ubija me ova vrućina. Nemrem ni zaspat po noći, kolko je ćevru.
A oni bi da ja idem na morenu?! Pa reko zajebi.
Imam ja bolju ideju. Odoh kod svojih frendića iz srednje, i reko: ej, gejevi, ajmo otić sad prek ljeta , onak, na pivu na par dana u Budimpeštu, Bratislavu, il u Prag. Pas mamu, pa studenti smo, imamo one fensi-šmensi-nensi iksice, pa to znači da ak idemo vlakom da kartu platimo za bagatelu. A gadovi će: kak dobra ideja, al ima sam jedna caka. A ja onak, pitam koja. A gejevi će: sve je to ljepuškasto, i krasno, al da su se već svi oni dogovorili za ovo ljeto već prije vaskrsa. A ja ono, kuiš, poljudim. Pa ko se još dogovara 4 mjeseca prije ljeta, kak provest to ljeto?!
Svih 23, kaj su bili za stolom, me odfukalo. Al nać će tata neku žrtvu, sam da u vlaku nemora pričat sam sa sobom u kupeu.
No sad sam pokupio njihovu taktiku. Danas ujutro sam prek neta rezerviral onu ful jeftinu kartu za avion, 180kn. I to za kam? Pa, nikam drugam neg za Škotsku. I to ne za ovo ljeto, neg za ono drugo, majčicu vam, pa ajd nek me se sam neko usudi pitat jel oču s njim ić nekam drugo ljeto. Pa, reko zajebi.
Pa potaknut tom grand idejom, stavil sam ovu pjesmicu od Real McKenziesa (Farewell To Nova Scotia), koja govori (na neki način) o Škotskoj (o Novoj Scotiji, da budem precizan, al ko vas fuka!).
I molim vas da mi odgovorite: da li i vi ovak debilno sto godina prije ljeta organizirate put (ko ovi debili gore navedeni)? Il ste više ležerni (ovak ko tata)?

21.07.2007. u 00:04 • 35 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 14.07.2007.

o tati



Kuiš, i tak ti ja gledam druge blogove, a ono svi imaju, onak, neke fensi opise svojih osobnosti i neosobnosti. Pa, ono, reko, ajd idem i ja da napravim neku mini autobiografiju; da nebi ljudi rekli: gle onog geja, uopće ni kul, nema opisa nikakvog. Pa mater vam, sad bum ga imao! Nadam ste da se si hepy!
E, a najteže je počet. Pa ću počet od bloga.
Dakle, zakaj se ovaj blogić uopšte zove Rock`n`Roll from Rivendell? Pa vrlo jednostavno, zato kaj tata sluša rock, i dopada mu se LOTR. A naziv Rivendell, za nevjernike kojih još ima malo (al ih ima), pa ne znaju kaj to znači, nastavite čitati ovu rečenicu, pa ćete iza sljedeće dvotočke dobiti definiciju: Rivendell ili Imladris je vilenjački grad u Međuzemlju, iz knjige Gospodar prstenova; zove se i Posljednja domaća kuća. Izgradio ga je Elrond, u Drugom dobu, oko 4-5 000 godina prije događaja iz Gospodara prstenova. A zakaj sam uzeo naziv Rivendell, a ne neki drugi je zbog ovog:



Pošto živim na rubu Maksimirske šume, sve oko mene je šuma i 92% prirode.
Moj potpis Aldaron znači: "Gospodar drveća", ime Vale ("onog koji ima moć", iliti bog) Oromea na jeziku Quenya (drevni jezik poznat svim vilenjacima). (Silmarillion)
Rođen sam 1987. u novembru, u Zagrebu, u Petrovoj bolnici, prvi hodnik desno, šalter br. 3.
Vrtić sam diplomirao u Palmetoićevoj ulici, na temu: "Oralni seks u vrtiću, pozitivno ili negativno?".
Prva tri razreda sam pohađao u OŠ Većeslav Holjevac, u Sigetu. A sljedećih 5 godina sam mukom završio u OŠ Bukovec, u Maksimiru.
Srednju školicu sam izmaturiro u II. gimnaziji, u Križanićevoj ulici, na temicu: "Led Zeppelin". Tamo se lagano izoblikovalo ono što se danas usuđuje reći da sam ja.
Studiram sociologiju na Hrvatskim studijima. Upravo uspješno završavam prvu godinu. Još samo 4 ispita do kraja, a već je tata dao 12 od 16 (kak fensi, a?).
Imam tri životna cilja:
1. proputovat kroz Švedsku, Norvešku, Dansku, Švabiju, Holandiju, Englesku i Škotsku na svom lepom motorčeku (kad ga kupim na leasing, naravno)
2. htio bi da me neka ultra sexy maca siluje u nekom jarku, i da onak bespomoćan, i svezan dobivam onak, s bićem po guzi, paf! paf!
3. da budem uspješni profač u srednjoj školi iz sociologije, ili etike

Ak ni sljedeće subote nebum imal nikakvu temu o kojoj bi pisao, onda ću nastavit s ovim super duper opisivanjem.

14.07.2007. u 00:01 • 59 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 07.07.2007.

neki tamo naslov



Jel znate kaj znači "Biodh saol maith agat", ili "Slainte!"? Pa naravno da ne znate. Al tata zna, pa ću vam to sve ja lijepo sada objasniti.
Ono prvo je irski keltski (ili irish), i znači, ništa drugo nego: "živi dobrim životom" ("live a good life"). A ovo drugo je škotski keltski (ili scottish gaelic), a znači "u zdravlje". To je za mene drito ko jing i jang. "Nemreš živit dobrim životom ak ne voliš pivu" kažem ja nevjernicima.
U biti oču reć, tj. napisat, (jer moram nekaj napisat, jerbo pišem post, a ne znam šta ću napisat, nego ovo kaj sad pišem ću napisat) da sam oborio svoj vlastiti (čitaj moj) rekord u otvaranju žuji, i likvidiranju njihovih tekućih žiro računa (čitaj sastojaka). I sada taj rekord iznosi 17 pivi. Skoro cjela gajba (čitaj kak sam fensi). Ne želim imenovat ni vrijeme ni mjesto obaranja rekorda. Samo ću reć da je bio roštiljćek, i da je bio prije par dana.
Nemojte me krivo shvatit, ja nisam alkić niti šeks. Ja pijem tak dugo i tak puno dok ne skužim da moram prestat, il ću bljuvat, il bit mamuran drugi dan. Pa bih se onak filozofski zapitao: zakaj ljudi cugate ko ludi bez pameti, pa onda bljujete po jarku, šlepate se po cesti, pužete po podu, ližete starke (nećemo ih imenovat),..., a drugi dan ste u komi. I onda za par dana, izvalite kak je bilo baš jebeno, i jedva čekate kad će opet bit neka roštiljada, neki tulumčić, il tak nekaj. Pa kaj je to vama jebeno?!
Moj savjet: uživajte u piću, al nemojte se ubit ko stoka, kak se kaže u narodu.
A znate zakaj se dosta vas "ubija ko stoka"? Zato kaj vam je bed reć da nemrete podnjet još malo alkohola. Pa onda cugate, pa onda bljujete, pa onda vam je loše. Pa onda izvalite "kak je ovo jebeno, moramo ponovit", iz razloga jer da to ne kažete ne bi bili kul, tj. priznali bi da vam nije ljepo bljuvat i precugat se. A ja vam velim da je baš kul gledat druge kak se "preseravaju" ko može više popit, a na kraju ispadne da je pitanje: tko će obojicu odvest doma. Na početku roštiljade frajer, a na kraju pijani idijot, koji tu negdje oko vas leži, a vi smišljate ko će ga nosit doma.
Tak da sam htio sam reć uživajte u životu pijući pivu, a ne lokajući sam da budete kul. Jer kul ste prvih pol sata. Sljedećih 2 sata ste legenda. A zadnjih 4 sata ste idijot koji oko sebe čuje (ako čuje) samo: "makni ga od mene, bacite ih tam na travu".
Pa zanima me kak će te okomentirat ovaj post.

Slan leibh

07.07.2007. u 00:01 • 56 KomentaraPrint#

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LORD OF THE RINGS lyrics



"White Man In Hammersmith Palais" (The Clash)

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator
Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun
I'm only
Looking for fun




"Stairway To Heaven" (Led Zeppelin)

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.




"You Shook Me All Night Long" (AC/DC)

She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long

I'm working double time on the seduction line
She's one of a kind she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause it's just another course
Made a meal outta me
And come back for more
Had to cool me down to take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
Cause the walls were shaking the earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
Knocked me out I said you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
When you took me

You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
You shook me all night long
Yeah, yeah, you shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long




"My Head's In Mississippi" (ZZ Top)

I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
But my head's in Mississippi.
I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
But my head's in Mississippi.
The blues has got a hold of me.
I believe I'm gettin' dizzy. (Spoken: Help me now.)

I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
Lord, I thought I was in Heaven.
I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
I thought I was in Heaven.
But I was stumblin' thru the parking lot
Of an invisible seven eleven. (Spoken: What was I doin out there?)

Where's my head baby?
Somewhere in Mississippi.

Last night I saw a cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
And last night I saw a naked cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
She was mumblin to some howlin' wolf
About some voodoo healin'. (Spoken: Mmm Baby.)




"The Rocky Road To Dublin (Traditional)" (Dropkick Murphys)

In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted me father dear, Kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, go rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five

In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next morning bright and early,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinking,
That's the Paddy's cure, When he's on the drinking.
See the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,
At me darling style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubbling.
Asked me was I hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Decided to take a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, When I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling.
Enquiring for a rogue, They said me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

From there I got away, Me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing;
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
then I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubbling,
When off to Holyhead, Wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called meself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losing,
Poor old Erin's isle They began abusing,
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, Let the shillelagh fly;
Some Galway boys were nigh, Saw I was a hobbling,
With a loud hurray, They joined me in the fray.
Soon we cleared the way, O'er the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!




"Loch Lomond" (The Real McKenzies)

O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie shore
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'

Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side o Ben Lomond
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'

The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart, we'll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond




"I`m Free" (The Rolling Stones)

I'm free to do what I want any old time
I'm free to do what I want any old time
So love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want

I'm free to sing my song knowing it's out of trend
I'm free to sing my song knowing it's out of trend
So love me hold me love me hold me

'Cause I'm free any olf time to get what I want

So love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want

I'm free to choose who I see any old time
I'm free to bring who I choose any old time
Love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want




"Deuce" (KISS)

Get up
And get your grandma outta here
Pick up
Old Jim is workin' hard this year
And baby
Do the things he says to do
Baby, if you're feeling good
And baby if you're feeling nice
You know your man is workin' hard
He's worth a deuce

Honey
Don't put your man behind his years
And baby
Stop cryin' all your tears

Baby
Do the things he says to do
Do it

Baby, if you're feeling good
And baby if you're feeling nice
You know your man is workin' hard
He's worth a deuce

And baby, if you're feeling good
Yes baby if you're feeling nice
You know your man is workin' hard
Yeah




"Children Of The Night" (Whitesnake)

I'm getting ready
I'm in the mood to fool around
It's time for action
Now the boys are back intown

So turn up the music
Make it loud and proud
Let's see reaction
Let the spotlite hit the crowd

Don't hide what you feel inside
Don't let anybody stand in your way
Just let the music take you higher

Now are you ready to rock
Children of the Night
Are you ready to roll
Children of the Night

You got the power
I feel your fire in my soul
You got the fever
Cos you were born to rock an' roll
Don't run for cover
I'm gonna show you what I've learned
Just come a little closer
Come on an' get your fingers burned

Don't hide what you feel inside
Don't let anybody stand in your way
Just let the music take you higher

Now are you ready to rock
Are you ready to roll

Are you ready to rock

Now are you ready to rock
Children of the Night
Are you ready to roll
Children of the Night

I'm getting ready
I'm in the mood to fool around
It's time for action
Cos' now the boys are back in town

Don't hide what you feel inside
Don't let anybody stand in your way
Just let the music take you higher

Now are you ready to rock
Children of the Night
Are you ready to roll
Children of the Night

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