Rock`n`Roll from Rivendell

subota, 29.03.2008.

...prvi aprilček...

"Kaj zbilja briješ da je to zbog prvog aprila?" pitam ja dražu.
"Ma naravno, ma sve ti je to već davno smišljeno. Ma kaj mi očeš reć da ti zbilja vjeruješ da bu Bush došao u Zagreb?!" začuđeno me pogleda.
"Pa, onak, da." odvratim ja. "Pa piše u svim novinama, evo ja baš pročitao maloprije u 24 sata."
"A jesi i ti idijot." zaključi draža. "Ma ko još nekaj važno obeća za prvi april?"
"Evo čitaj si majmune. Ne samo da bu došo, nego će blokirat sve ulice, gdje god bude taj idijot planirao ić. Evo čak su mu i sliku u novine stavili."

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"Kaj veliš? Blokada ulica?" upita draža uplašeno.
"Jp. Gdje god bu on išao, ulica se blokira." odgovaram ja, snobovski.
"A kaj ak bu išao našom ulicom? Kak ćemo otić na pivu, il po kruh? Ili navratit kod Ukrajinki?" draža je mucho zabrinut.
"E, kompa, moramo se nadat da idijot neće ić našom ulicom." širim optimističnu vibru na dražu. "Jer, ćemo ga razbit, ak će samo pomislit da baci pogled na Maksimir." odvratim ja kulerski, i zagrlim dražu koji je počeo jecati od straha. "Mijan, mali mijan. Bit će bolje. Ajde, ajde. Nemoj plakat, ajde maji." uh ti klinci, pomislim ja.

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subota, 22.03.2008.

...idijoti...

"Si ti videl ove idijote?" Pitam ja Dražu.
"Ma to nisu idijoti. Nemoj mi vrijeđat idijote. Idijoti su carevi za njih." Odvrati Draža.
"Mudro zboriš, o veliki poglavice." Kažem ja Draži Koji Sjedi.
Naime, o čemu je riječ; o onim idijotima iz istočnog dijela grada (baj d vej, mojeg), o onim klincima koji se nazivaju Agram Crew.
Nazivaju sebe navijačima. - Ali imaju zabranu dolaska na stadion.
Smatraju se frakcijom BBB-a. - Ovi u svojim redovima ne žele klince mlađe od 19 godina.
Imaju želju da očiste, s ostalim BBB-ovcima, grad od rockera, pankera i metalaca. - Ekipa koja 1986. osnovala BBB je slušala rock, punk i metal.
Smatraju da alternativcima nije mjesto u gradu. - Oni su DOTEPENCI, a smatraju da nama alternativcima nije mjesto u gradu; oni uopće ne pričaju zagrebački, više čobansko - šatrovački.
Žele razbit Hard Rock Caffe, Dobar Zvuk, Route 66 i Močvaru. - Hard Rock Caffe nema veze s naslovom, tam idu pozeri, i tam pjeva komercijala (nina badrić, onaj lepi dečec žak houdek,...); u Dobar zvuk i Route 66 odlaze njihova starija braća; a kaj se tiče Močvare, tam nema kog nema, tam se uglavnom klinici idu forsat.
Mrze, tzv. "lošu" muziku. - A pazi sad ovo: oni slušaju thompsona.
Poručuju, nama, alternativcima da se pazimo. - Pa rađe bi srel te klince u Dubravi di ima bar duplo više policijskih stanica, nego skinjare na Trešnjevci di skoro da nitko ne zna dal ima i jedan murjak.

Sad smo se ja i draža malo naživcirali, jer kad smo prije par godina išli na tekme uglavnom klinci nisu glumili frajere; je, bilo je sličnih grupica: East Side Crew (ESC), Wild Boys of Trešnjevka (WBT), Maderfakersi,... Ali to je više bila zajebancija.
Ma draža je čak iz revolta odlučil pustit dugu zurku, i odlučili smo da ćemo se nać sad jedan dan i hodat po gradu i mlatit ekipu. Mlatit ćemo samo one koji nam se neće sviđat. Draža pozna neke ljude u ministarstvu, tak da smo kaj se zakona tiče relativno sigurni. Ne morate se bojat za nas, nećemo mi u prdekaru.

A baš sam htel pisat o Svetom Patriku, i kak smo ja i draža čagali čobanac u Routeu. Čoeče, e to se trebalo vidjet, draža čaga ko manijak. Kažem vam ja taj dečko je lud. Lud sto gradi! Curice si žile režu kad ja i draža na podiju zafrljimo bečarac. Opšte ludilo!



I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they steal my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city

She is courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me, who is he?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and ring the bell
Singing 'my true love, are you well?'
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Our Jenny Murry says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they steal my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city

She is courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me, who is he?

Let the wind and the snow and the hail blow high
and a fog come tumbling through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they steal my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city

She is courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me, who is he?

Let the wind and the snow and the hail blow high
and a fog come tumbling through the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still


P:S. Zakaj svaki jebeni horoskop mora pokazat da je strijelac-rak turbo loša kombinacija (nije to za duge trake)??...

P.P.S. Death to the Nazi Skins!!!!!

22.03.2008. u 00:01 • 13 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 15.03.2008.

...siege heil!...

I konačno je potvrđeno: đubre dolazi u Zagreb početkom travnja.
I kao što je feudalizam imao svog Napoleona, kao što je nacizam imao svog Hitlera, kao što je komunizam imao svog Staljina, i kao što Hrvatska ima svog Sanadera, tako i kapitalizam ima svog Busha. Pitate se šta imaju ova gospoda zajedničko? Pa svi su fašisti.

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subota, 08.03.2008.

...I fought the law (with draža)...

"...koji...kurac...gasp...nam...je...gasp...trebalo...ovo...?!..." prozborim ja uzimajući zrak u trku.
"Aj šuti i trči još malo." odvrati draža.
I dotrčimo mi na sigurno mjesto gdje nema nepotrebnih očiju, ušiju i ostalih nepotrebnih organa (slijepog crijeva, gušterače).
"Ovo da ti je zadnji put. Neda mi se više trčat ko idijot sam da bi ti glumio frajera." počeo sam bit mrzovoljan.
"Ajd dečko kuš, samo sam ju malo dodirnuo." počne se draža branit.
"Dodirnuo?! Ma ti si idijot." počeo sam se pjenit. "Žensku si uhvatio sa sisu. I tebi je to samo dodirnuo?!"
"Ma gle, malo sam se zanijo. Desi se svakom fertilnom muškarcu to. A ni sisa nije bila za bacit."
"I sad kao taj tvoj užitak od 0.3 sekunde kolko si ju uspijo držat u ruci (misli se na sisu), je kao nadišlo to što smo bježali ko odijoti 100 na sat od onog gorile, kojeg ona smatra dečkom?" pokušavam mu utuvit nekaj u glavu, ali nejde.
"Totalno se isplatilo, kompa. Totalno." odvrati on sa onim zlim smješkom na licu (a la Dr. Evil) "Ženska ima tak dobru sisu, da joj druga uopće i ne treba, buraz."
"A zašto si onda prije 3 mjeseca, kad smo isto jedva pobjegli za životom, izjavio da više nečeš hvatat tuđe sise?"
"Gle, svako se preračuna." izjavi draža.
"Si ti uopće svijestan da smo mi prekršili zakon, naše nam kroaške države?"
"Jp."
"Jp?! Koji kurac ti znači JP?!"
"To sam od tebe pokupijo."
"!?" nije mi jasno šta pokušava. "E dečko, kažem da smo zakon prekršili. I to ne onaj pohabani od Mojsija koji je bio napušeni hipik, nego onaj Smranaderov. Igramo se sa sudbinom. I to ne samo sa tvojom sudbinom, nego i s mojom." pokušavam biti glas razuma u ovoj situaciji.
"Ma prdnem ti ja na zakon." odgovi draža, uvjeren u sebe 100&%, ko i obično.



Breakin rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I needed money cause I had none
I fought the law and the law won (twice)

I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
Shes the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the

Robbin people with a six-gun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I lost my girl and I lost my fun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)

I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
Shes the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the

I fought the law and the law won (7 times)
I fought the law and the

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subota, 01.03.2008.

...kuda idu divlje svinje?...

...i tak ti ja i Draža, se opet našli na pivici, jerbo je subota. A što to znači, pitaju se sad neki. Pa djeco, subotom je vrijeme, kad ja i Draža (iliti Dragan), imamo emisiju uživo, na radiju Blog.hr. Tada mi analiziramo situaciju u svijetu i filozofiramo, moraliziramo,ispitujemo, i naravno, naše najdraže, kritiziramo.
I današnja tema je jedna mala zajednica u sred Balkana (rekla bi Ceca), Kosovo.
I tako ja počnem raspravu. Ma derem Dražu sto na sat. E, ono, opral sam ga. Bacam teške riječi, analiziram, ubacujem neke poznate izreke, psujem, pljujem, spominjem poznate nam filozofe. Jednom riječu, sjebo sam ga ko beba zvečku.
Stvara se i sedma država, kažem ja, od nekadašnje jedinstvene za koju je davno, čuveni Bernard Shaw nakon što ju je posjetio, rekao: „Čudna zemlja, jedna partija, dva pisma, tri vjere, četiri jezika, pet naroda, šest republika i dvadeset miliona fanatičnih individualista!“ Tada još nije bilo petog jezika, šestog naroda i sedme republike. Ali neki su već onda predviđali da će o stvaranja takve države doći i to bez rata: samo velikim natalitetom. I eto, ostvarilo se. I da bi mu definitivno pokazao da sam ga sjebo u ovoj debati, dignem se i opalim mu šamarčinu.
Nakon što je sve to stoički podnio, počne on. I vidim ja ne baca on nikakve teške riječi, nikakve anegdote, nema analiza, samo onaj obični kroaški nam jezik. Vidim ja bre, pa nije ovaj dečko lud, on se želi približit malome čovjeku, dok sam ja, đubre, ciljao na intelektualnu elitu. Opsujem po tiho, da me nitko nije čuo osim mikrofona, i mislim si, jebo ježa, ovaj put me dobio.
Pobijedio me u samo dvije rečenice: "Alah je stvorio muslimane, Jahve Židove, komunisti su nastali od majmuna, Srbi od vanzemaljaca, a Bog je stvorio samo Hrvate. Tako vjeruju svi oni koji zavrijeđuju živjeti, pravi Hrvati, ovaj, htio sam reć pravi ljudi."



Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his life, just a common worker, supporting his kids and his wife, he put a plug in his jug things looked up for sure but the whole damn thing of it was, there is no blasted cure

chorus: I've seen a few men go "The Road of the Righteous" and a few have traveled "This Old Lonely Path" I've seen a few men go "The Road of the Righteous" by God I'm sure we'll see some more "go there blessed way"

Hey it's gonna, take some foot work to get you on your way, they'll be pit-falls and some cat-calls but hard you must persist, cause life is so precious and we have only got one shot, so if you move along and you stay God strong all the treasures will be got

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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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