Rock`n`Roll from Rivendell

subota, 31.05.2008.

...jebo thompsona...

Nego da se počne, djeco draga. Sedite i ćutite, pizda vam materina!
Moj draža ima nekaj da vam kaže. Zato kuš.
Naime draža je bio više nego zaprepašten kad je načuo da čobani u petak na večer na glavnom gradskom trgu, naše prelepe metropole, samo jedan dan prije Dana grada Zagreba, imaju mega koncert.
Tolko se zaprepastio da mu je joint ispal iz ruke. (eh da ga gazda samo vidi, gulio bi on dane u sibiru)
Nego, da se vratimo pričici. Ja i draža smo hteli postaviti neke barikade, portabl ježeve, il neke kutije poslagat i pofarbat u tenkove, i postavit te naše rekvizite, okolo trga: jurišićeva, petrinjska, praška, ilica, dolac, kaptol, cesarićeva.
No shvatismo da protiv čobana treba civilizirano, a ne njihov način. Kaj velite? Dobra ideja, ha? Ma ja sam uvijek govorio da su magarac i čovjek pametniji od čovjeka. Ali samo da na glasim, da je u ovoj pričici draža magarac.
Naime, skontali smo da ako postavimo na ove naše strateške ciljeve dva-tri podeblja mamlaza koji budu pjevali gange, čobani će se zaustavi (da zapjevaju) kod te naše prve barikade, i pokušaj njihove penetracije na trg će propasti. (give me five, draža).
No kako uvijek ima onih nadobudnih,nebudu se svi zaustavili. Neki će odmarširati dalje. Za njih smo ja i kompa osmislili jedan genijalan plan, nebi ga se posramio ni Gargamel, a čak ni dr. Evil; zipa ovo: ja i draža im podijelimo letke na kojima piše da ako žele vidjeti gdje drže živog i vezanog Tuđmana, da po hitno odjure na mirogoj i bace se u grob, gdje će ih on dočekati raširenih ruku. (grob dubok 4 metra, psssssssst)
A za onu ekipu koja nebu pala ni na taj štos, znači njih petero, njima bumo rekli da je zabilježeno kako jedan par homoseksualaca upravo hoda po centru Zaprešića, i da ak se požure možda ih stignu uhvatit taman negde kad se budu počeli drpati u nekom šumarku.
A kad od njih pet ostane samo jedan, e taj je najebo. Njega bumo išamarali ko malog majmuna.
E a onda odemo na pivu, da me draža konačno počasti, već mi se izvlači tjedan dana, e nemre to tak.

...dokaz da je terminator bajker...



On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one alone
She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you
I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

I make a rich woman beg, I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush, and make a young woman squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

31.05.2008. u 11:23 • 16 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 24.05.2008.

...inspiracija u kurcu...

1. Ošišao se mali cigo do glave i dođe kući pred majku:

- Mama, mama pogledaj, ja sam sada skinhed!
- Šta si? Dođi 'vamo! - ubi majka maloga od batina.

Posle pola sata batina, nailazi stari i mali opet pred njega:

- Tata, tata, vidi, ja sam sada skinhed!

Uhvati i stari klinca, pa ga još pola sata izudara. Gleda mali ciga:

- U majku mu, tek sam sat vremena skinhed, a već mrzim cigane!


2. Igra Haso poker sa prijateljima, pa će u jednom trenutku:

- Ženo, kuvaj kafu, dobijo sam te nazad!


3. Prodajem vikendicu na Viru, 30 metara od mora, 100 metara od bagera. HITNO!!!


24.05.2008. u 18:40 • 14 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 17.05.2008.

...revolucija na djelu...



p.s. e, srdelo, čovječe, umalo mi zakrči blog s komentarima; nema me na blogu par dana, a ono kad se vratim: milijon. Enivej, nemam blage di je erik. Tu je on negdje. Uvijek je on tu negdje.

17.05.2008. u 14:42 • 7 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 10.05.2008.

...r.i.p...

Tužan dan. Uistinu, tužan dan.
Napustio nas je jdan od najapstraktnijih zagoraca.
Erika nam uzme sudba.
Draža je htio nekaj o prosvjedu pisat, al smo zključili da bi puno moralnije bilo da ovaj spot i post posvetimo jednom bivšem blogeru.
Erik, vrati se kući, skuvali smo ti pašta-šutu!!!!

10.05.2008. u 23:59 • 24 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 03.05.2008.

...revolucija...

"Gle ovo, 7.5. u srijedu. Kaj očemo ić??" pita me draža sav narajcano.
"Pa naravno, da ćemo ić. Kaj ti je možda prošli put bilo dosadno?" podbadam ga.
"Ma kaj briješ? Meni, da bude dosadno?!" odgovara mali. "Pa si vidio kak sam onog murjaka zveknul s jajcima."
"Naravno da sam vidio, kad sam bio kraj tebe. I pizda ti materina, ak ih budeš mislio opet gađat sa jajima, pa onda kad dođu do nas reć da sam ih ja gađao!" e, sad mi je već digao živac.
"Ma, kaj se odma grčiš? Ma, ja sam to, onak iz zajebancije." izvlači se na svoj baby nedužno slinavi pogled. I uspjeva mu.
No, za vas neupućene, ja i mali draža smo bili prošli ponedjeljak na prosvjedu protiv državne mature i ministra obrazovanja ispred samog ministarstva. Jer, naime, draža je iduće godine trebao polagati državnu maturu s kojom baš i nije prezadovoljan. I tak smo ja i šmrkavac išli na pivo za dobro jutro, i slučajno smo prolazili po Draškovićevoj, kad ono neki prosvjed. I krenuli mi tamo da vidimo o čem je riječ. I skužim ja o čem se radi, i taman da se okrenem kepecu i objasnim mu o čem je riječ, a kad ono, on se već vraća iz konzuma sa pakovanjem jaja.
I ni pet, ni šest, kad ono draža iz gaća vadi mini auto-lak, i piše po pločniku parole (npr. "da li je toplo u europskom šupku?", "ni chuck norris nebi položio maturu",...).
Meni već postalo neugodno, jer vidim da draža ne posustaje, a specijalci kreću prema nama, a to nije mala stvar jer draža već ima podeblji dosje u murji.
Nekak sam uspio pobjeć, dok je draža pao u ruke neprijatelja, dok je vikao "maturanti svih škola, ujedinite se!!".
Pustili su ga za par dana, i sad je na uvjetnoj.
No nema se vremena za uvjetnu, kaže draža, treba planirat za studentski prosvjed.

P.S. Čovjek bi pomislio da draža ima nekaj protiv ministra.




Fridrich Nitsche: "Valja kritizirati, a ne obožavati!"

03.05.2008. u 16:34 • 24 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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