Rock`n`Roll from Rivendell

subota, 27.10.2007.

?!

...i tak se vi sad pitate zakaj sam stavio kao naslov "?!", jel da?...
...pa, zato jer moram nekaj napisat a ne znam kaj. Mislim, nemoram ja niš napisat, al nekaj me tjera, neka sila, neki tajanstveni nagon. Kao da se medvjedu da dić iz zimskog sna, baš u trenutku kad mu je najljepše, baš dok sanja o nekoj sexy medvjedici u toplessu, koja pred njim čaga trbušnjake, tj. trbušni ples; nekaj ga natjera na to. Ziher psuje sve po spisku, al ipak se digne u nove radne pobjede...
...i tak se sjetih jedne naoko zanimljive teme za razglabat, iliti samo za popunit neku kvotu broja riječi u postu...enivej, čitah ja tako jučer u jutro Metro, a kad ono jedan od većih naslova glasi: "Otvorenje Kulušića u Tvornici"...inače Kulušić je, za onaj puk koji to ne zna (?!), bio poznati klub za vrijeme Novog vala...i tak oni otvaraju jedan klub u drugom klubu. Mislim, kuiš ono, kaj ne zvuči to onak malo čudno. Kao da se ono sranje od Avenue Malla otvorilo u Importanne centru, il da je šerif svih zaselaka, Gljivan Bandić proslavil reizbor svoje kandidature za zg gradonačelnika u Drnišu; il da se nova godina slavi u petak 13. u veljači, il još bolje 29. veljače,...

...i tak, ovo je još jedan u nizu postova koji su tu sam da se nekaj napiše, a to možemo zahvaliti autoru svih autora na još jednu fazu neinspiracije, i time se službeno poistovjećujem sa redateljima turbo popularne emisije "Nad lipom 35"...

27.10.2007. u 00:09 • 22 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 20.10.2007.

...Walking On Sunshine (Punk Rock verzija)...

20.10.2007. u 09:15 • 13 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 13.10.2007.

...zajeb...

...i tak ti ja odlučim otić na brucošijadu/otvorenje super duper fensi-šmensi-nensi prvog kul studentskog kampusa na Borongaju...
...jedna ptičica mi je prišapnula da će na koncertu nastupit Kud Idijoti...a Kud Idijoti tu i mali mujo...
...i zakuražih se junački i odoh ja na otvorenje srca hrabrog...
...kad ono na glavnom ulazu: "di češ mali?!", "pa unutra gosn. striček." kažem ja otvorivši si oke u onaj žalosni pogled, da ga namamim u klopku. Al, neda se frajer. Pa, ne spada bezveze u specijalne policajce, ko i ostalih 10 oko njega s malim slatkim puškicama na ramenima. "Nemreš nutra. Tam su Mesići, Sanaderi, Primorci i Banditići,..." ...nabrajal bi on i dalje da ga nije prekinuo moj nagli odlazak zbog shvaćanja šta mi nabildani idiot pokušava reć...
...no, nisam dao da me sustav gazi, mater im, ipak, pa nisam ja od ponedjeljka...
...odoh ja tako na drugi ulaz, gdje nije bilo murjaka, nego nekih likova u narančastim spitkama, koje je tak bolil kurac ko će uć a tko neće (da sam htio mogao sam s ceste uzet kamenčić u namjeri da blago okrznem Sanadera, i proć kraj ovih anti-nadobudnih čuvara bez pol beda). Naravno u menzu nisi mogo uć jer tamo "dobročinitelji" (čitaj: debele guzice) spustivši se među narod, ručaju zajedno sa studentima...moj kurac!... unutra je bila sam ekipa u odijelima, i profesori (neki)... a mi ostali smo mogli stat kod izlaza i priključit se napaljenim djevojačkim urlicima u stilu ko da se čeka da Beatlesi izađu iz aviona...il smo mogli sjest u prirodu, ispod drvet i jebat im mater...
..no, da se vratim na koncert... u jutro sam si nabavio nove uloške za ravna stopala (nove uloške ne smiješ nosit duže od 2 sata - tata ih nosio 12 sati), koje sam nosio malo duže od preporučenog... + bio sam još uvijek pod okriljem prehlade... +ekipa mi nije bila po ukusu (oni koji su mi bili fora, oni napustiše bal kako bi se napušili)...
...jedva dočekao Kud Idijote i Koju koji je onak izašao na pozornicu i rekao, onak: "Dobra večer."...ma koji frajer, tko još komunicira s publikom...ma lik je kralj...kralj...kralj, kažem vam ja...aj ti reci pred tisuću studenata "dobar večer"...ajd, ajd reci...
...poanta je da sam jedva čekao te idijote da počnu sa svirkom da kad su počeli steral sam ih sve u kurac, jer mi je već bila puna kapa svega... tak da sam sklopil svoj šator, skupio svoju stoku, zaključao garažu, provjetrio tavan, isključio TV... i otišao doma...
...tek mi je danas iz moje sexy guze došlo u glavu kaj sam napravil...
...tak da, to ti se zove glupost, a kako Koja kaže: "glupost je neuništiva".

13.10.2007. u 17:10 • 12 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 06.10.2007.

...la la la la...

...sad kad smo svi lijepo zahračkali Banditića (premalo, na žalost); sad se spremam popljuvat onog idijota Primorca...
...pljuc...pljuc...hračk...pljuc...

No, prijeđimo na stvar...
...stvar uopće ne postoji...njen bitak je jadan, skoro nepostojeći...ali njeno bivstvo je čisto jasna stvar...
...a ta stvar te stvari je ono što ću vam ispričati u sljedećih par rečenica...
...pa, ajde djeco čičnite striki na koljena, okružite vatricu, ugasite svoje mobitele, kažiprstom razmaknite ono žuto iz uheka, pa počujte priču o ljubavi, mržnji, patnji, vatri, ognju i maču, opasnom zmaju, pokvarenom štednjaku, i jednom malenom neustrašivom, smjelom, srčanom, hrabrom, i zgodnom, nemojmo to zaboravit, plemenitom junaku...:
...bio jednom jedan "ratnik" s jasnim ciljem: riješit problem otvorene i plaćene pive u routeu, ne obazirajući se na posljedice mogućeg kaosa od prokletstva nažicane pive, i njenog gnjeva.
I tak naš junak čila i uživa u mjuzi...ili to obični smrtnici misle...u biti naš ratnik smjelo promatra situaciju ko Nick Praskaton (jednim okom lijevi dio, a drugom desni dio kluba)...ne teče bezveze njegovim venama i žilama krv antičkih bogova...
...paf!!...jen, dva, tri,...ugleda on predivnu djevu u raljama opasnosti...jedan buco će joj ako netko nešto pod hitno ne poduzme zlijat/prevrnut pivu...nema drugo...nema vremena za uzbunu, treba dijelovati brzo, ili 12 kn ode u bezdan oblivionizma...
...jen, dva, tri,...ispije na ex pivo do zadnjeg gutljaja, i žurnim korakom poletje da spasi tu divnu božanstvenu djevu od propasti...no, u općem kaosu zabave, naš junak shvaća da će ovo biti teža misija nego što je pomislio...teško se probijajući kroz neupućenu rulju, shvaća da je zakasnio...
...buco se baš okrenul da zapali pljugicu, i sa sobom je okrenul i svoju poprilično vidljivu škembicu...trknuo je djevinu pivu...
...il sad il nikad, misli naš junak...ubacuje se u warp brzinu, i ulazi u slowmotion stajl...izbjegavajući prosječne smrtnike, razne zamke, gobline, uspijeva u skoku približiti se stolu djeve u nevolji...pritom ugledavši njenu titrajuću gornju usnu, od šoka što je vidla kako joj polupuno (il poluprazno) pivo pada u grotlo zaborava (i srama, naravno, ipak bu netko to moral počistit)...
...nanometri dijele krhku hranjivu pivu od nemilosrdnog poda...božanstvenim naporima i trokoracima junak uspijeva svojim kažiprstom uhvatiti taj sveti gral...
...sve su oči uprte u njega...smrtnici polako shvaćaju što se zbivalo dok su oni uživali u svojim svakodnevnim razbibrigama...junak i njegova izabranica se gledaše neko vrijeme, dok ponovno ne nastane buka prosječnog puka koji ne pronalazi nikakve interese u ovom neopisivom događaju...bacivši ljutit pogled (ali pogled pun zahvalnosti) prema buci, junak se uspravi, počoha po desnom guzu, i kaže hrabro svojoj izabranici: "...hm, ovaj, kuiš,...brijem da je ovo, ovaj, tvoje...ova žuja...", a ona će: "da, hvala...ti si taj, znači...sanjala sam te...to si zbilja ti...moj princ na bijelom konju..." ...no, sjetivši se da ne smije ništa krivo izjaviti sada, pogotovo ironiju da čak ni bicikl ne zna vozit kak treba, pa di bi onda znal jahat konja, koji bi baj d vej prije bil sivo - smeđi neg bijeli, naš junak se spasio u zadnji čas... "da li je ovo sjedalo zauzeto od strane nekog bića" upita on koristeći samo probrane književne riječi koje se mogu samo naći u riječniku stranih riječi našeg Bratoljuba Klaića...
"ma, naravno da je slobodno..." kaže fufa, ovaj, djeva...
...i tak su se naši junaci zabavljali do kasno u noć (pol 11), izmjenjujući svoje junačke podvige naš heroj je u potpunosti zadivio ovo prekrasno biće koje ne postoji nigdje drugdje doli pred njim,...i samo njim...
...ovaj film je završio hepy endom, u kojem su se glavni glumci na kraju našli u raljama zahoda, no to je draga djeco, priča za drugi put, recimo samo da su njih dvoje živjeli sretno do kraja svog života, jer su oboje kupili dionice ht-a na zimskom sniženju, plativši gotovinom...

06.10.2007. u 11:45 • 26 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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