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"KALETO MOJA DRAGA"Toma Bebić Moja kaleta je tisna Ma je lipja vengo Londra Nima sunca, nima arje Ali jema moju jubav Cvića samo u pitare Tiramoli vežu skale A murtila i lancuni Lipo rese moju kalu Kaleto moja draga Volin te više od sunca Niz tebe san vozija Karet na balinjere I uz tebe gura Kolo od barila Kaleto moja draga Volin te više od sunca Kaletica moja mala Za me ništa lipjeg nima Kad se sitin mladih dana Svaki kamen ništo priča ______________________ MARČELINA" Toma Bebić Jeste li znali Marčelinu, ženu iz one ulice? Smijeh je tražila, bol upoznala, Marčelina. Na čelu nosila je tugu, u oku joj je sjala noć. Pramen kose živ, čuvala je crn, Marčelina. _______________________ "OPORUKA" Toma Bebić Ako se na kraju pokaže da nisam bio loš pjesnik onda sam novoga vremena vjesnik I neka je svaki profesor proklet koji bude tjerao djecu da moje pjesme uče napamet! ___________________________ "KA U ORKESTRU" Toma Bebić Oči mi žele jedno mozak drugo ruke pipaju treće noge grabe četvrtom prsi se šire petom kurac hoće na šestu stranu uši slušaju sedmo duh je osmi nos miriše deveto…. …….a u pičku materinu!!! ________________________ BOJIM LI SE RATA Toma Bebić Moj otac je ratovao ratove svoga oca a ja ratujem posljedice oca svoga rata Svojo djeci ostavit cu ratove svojih otaca moga rata otvorene nozdrve gladne vatre _____________________ "PJESMA UKRADENA JEDNOM DOBROĆUDNOM PIJANCU" Toma Bebić Kad sam prve korake napravio zaplakala si majko Da me danas vidiš kao hodam zaplakala bi opet majkooo __________________________ ŽIVA KARTICA Toma Bebić Kako znate da sam se opio Glupani Pijan sam se rodio ______________________ DEVEDESETE Mi smo bar imali stare gitare... Poneki bedž na reverima... Glupo bi zvučalo "Je-Je!" uz sve ove dileje s revolverima... Al zastavu šezdesetih vezle su gramofonske igle... I put od žute cigle prostro se pred nas... Mi smo bar imali razne Če Gevare... O-o, i veće prevare... To mladost spiri u dahu kao šećer u prahu sa bundevare... Protesti sedamdesetih više su bili odraz mode Jer bokal pun slobode točen je za nas... Mi smo bar imali putovanja... Perone, suze, cmakanja... Crveni pasoš bez mane što prolazi grane bez puno njakanja... Dnevnici osamdesetih švrljani su na jarke razglednice Svet je lice šminkao zbog nas... Mi smo bar imali one snove koji se teško ostvare... A snovi najčešće vrede tek kad s tobom osede... Kad s tobom ostare... Nije bas sve na kantaru... Čitavo čudo kupi lova Ali snova nema piratiranih... Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Opake... Gospod je barut primirisao pa ladno zbrisao za oblake... E, kad već puknu ustave nema nam spasa dok se reke ne zaustave... No, i taj dan će svanuti... Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Fobične... U udžbenike i u čitanke ušle su bitange... Obične... Kasno je da se paniči... Dali smo šansu da se ludilo ozvaniči... A sad smo prosto zgranuti? Mi smo bar imali neke veze s planetom i sa ljudima... Znalo se ko togu nosi a ko cvetić u kosi... O, blago ludima... Danas se laž odvažila... A zadnja bagra kroji moral... Pa je OK koral dignut oko nas... Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, vas mogu jedino psovati... Za vama niko neće žaliti niti vam stihove kovati... Jednu ste mladost sludele, budite sretne ako vam i strofu udele... Pred crkvom pravih vrednosti... Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, i vaša priča je gotova... I dabogda se nikad ne sete svih ovih protuva i skotova... Kad zakon metlom zamane... Ili ih pusti da se međusobno tamane... Što ima svojih prednosti... ______________________________________ Čivutski vrt -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ako kročiš u čivutski vrt, na sedmo koleno čini će pasti... I, ko da nema drugih bašti... Di sve pupi i sve šljašti... Di na miru možeš šeboj i božure krasti... Moja nesretna mati... Htela me spasti... Savetom finim... Al morala je dotad znati... Da ne sme kasti... Šta da ne činim... Šta je bedem neg široki zid? Lako se zajaši... Ko stari čilaš... Mahovina ko astragan... Da bez glasa šmugne dragan... Ukraj neba se lepeza mlad šaran porcijaš... Ruka zavesu miče... Trepte u tmini... Biserni zdenci... Zbog nečeg đurđic uvek niče... Baš u tišini... I baš u senci... Neću skoro onim šorom... Ne znam posle put odande... Me sem čoro, moja lolo... Čhu ćo šoro paša mande... Vetar cvili i leleče... Skini suknju i jeleče... Nit ko mari, nit ko zna... Na ćer mande čingara... Ako dirneš u čivutski vrt... Kletvu ćeš nositi ko srebrn zvončić... Bićeš žedan kraj bunara... I siromah s puno para... Sve ćeš dijamante dati za smešni cirkončić... Ko u tuđi vrt uđe... Crn lebac mesi... U crnom plehu... Eh... "Ne poželi ništa tuđe..." Svi smrtni gresi... U tom su grehu... Kao mrva iz džepa... Truni se lako... Život protekli... Da, rekli su mi da je lepa... Ali baš tako? To nisu rekli... ________________________________________ Eleonora Na bogojavljensku noć... Peku se kesteni, lome se pogače, a venci smokava i praporci se pokače U prednjoj sobi moga baće... To je već navike moć Bez slova poziva, društvo se sastalo pod istom ikonom, Za crnim švapskim astalom što pamti svadbe i daće Redak sam gost u starom kraju... Al' znam šta misle, i u snu I oni mene kanda znaju... Jer čak ni pripiti ni da mi pomenu nju Čudna je zverčica strast... Od one ljubavi, zbog glupe svađice... U buri ćutanja potonule su lađice I minus na kraju salda? Dal' grom odabira hrast? Ili se to pak hrast munjama nametne? Za to baš nemam reči bog zna kako pametne... To je ta sudbina, valda? Bila je moja zlatna šansa... A tek sam načeo svoj krug Moj mali verni Sančo Pansa... Moja ljubavnica... Saborac... I moj najbolji drug... Oni ne pričaju o njoj... A ja se ne raspitkivam Ukrstim politru i noć... I tu i tamo na taj krst se prikivam Već me i Dunav pretiče... Moja me senka spotiče Al' ništa mi se ne tiče... I malo šta me pomera i dotiče Sem, možda, nje? Kad đavo precepi špil... Sve krene naopaka, svale se vanglice, zadrema kum, I nešto nisu ove "london štanglice" Ko kadgod, u doba slavna? Pogrešno uklopljen stil... Kinesko posuđe, salvete heklane, Model iz izloga a cipele od preklane No, rizling sve to poravna Već me Dunav pretiče... Već me senka spotiče Ništa me se ne tiče... Ništa me ne dotiče ________________________________ Namćor Ne volem... Nikog, lutko... Takva mi je narav... Kao odžak star i garav... Puno dima je kroz mene prošlo... Ne volem... Ujne, strine, šogore, komšiluk... Nataknem ih na čiviluk... Od njih ništa dobro nije došlo... Ne volem... Semenkare... Cigane trubače... Burek... Ulične pišače... Nek mi moju lepu varoš vrate... Ne volem... Džipadžije... Dizel... Butikaše... Restoteke... Tamburaše... Svaku pesmu bar za strofu skrate... Mater im... Al tebe volem, to je fakat... Ti si mi ljubav jedina... Prodaću onu našu kućerdu "na lakat"... Pa nek je stoput dedina... Da kupim četir konja besna... Da ih u oblak upregnem... Pa s tobom di nas niko ne zna uteknem... Ne volem... Kad mi gaće uđu... Di već uđu... Te što brinu brigu tuđu... Košticu u štrudli od višanja... Ne volem... Zatucane... Gratis... Kravataše... Hipohondre što se plaše Da dobiju rak od razmišljanja... Ne volem... Krvoločne pse i gospodare... Nađubrene trotoare... Maskirne kad navale na pendžer... Ne volem... Lopuže što voze tuđa kola... Znaju azbuku do pola... Miču usnama dok sriču pejdžer... (nji' se malko gadim, pravo da ti kažem...) Al tebe volem, to je fakat... Ti si mi ljubav jedina... Prodaću onu našu kućerdu na lakat... Pa nek je stoput dedina... Da kupim čamac na dva vesla... I onaj šešir rogozan... Pa tebe di nas niko ne zna odvozam... Ne volem šizove i nervne bolesnike... Pre ih puštali za vikend... Sad ih puste pravo pred kamere... Ne volem... Sve te lezibejke, da prostite... Proročice... Travestite... Nek mi gospon-dame ne zamere... Ne volem... Teget girtlu na teget mantilu... Šestu ličku... Sedmu silu... Opa-cupa preko Okučana... Ne volem... Izbore... Televizor... Plakate... Dosta, ako boga znate... Ludnica je kanda otključana širom ostala... (provert'e, molim vas?) Al tebe volem, to je fakat... Ti si mi ljubav jedina... Prodaću onu našu kućerdu na lakat... Pa nek je stoput dedina... Da kupim adicu od peska... Na njoj šumarak nakrivljen... Da tebe di nas niko ne zna sakrijem... Ne volem... Uzdržane... Trezvene... Pa džoging... Takve najpre trefi šloging... Al ni krkanje mi nije blisko... Ne volem... Što odasvud samo čuješ daj mi! Il' se prosi il' se zajmi... Jebo te, ja nikad nisam isko? Ne volem... Štreberčine... Večne odlikaše... Crne rolke i sektaše... Ne padam na Tibet... Ili Burmu... Ne volem... Škrtariju... Intelektualce... Koji važno vrte palce... Kupiš ih za špricer i kavurmu... (koju ja lično ne volem...) Al tebe volem to je fakat... Ti si mi ljubav jedina... Prodaću onu našu kućerdu na lakat... Pa nek je stoput dedina... Napuklo srce na dve pole... Ljubav je teret pregolem... Baš ni to što tol'ko volem... Ne volem... ______________________________ Miholjsko leto Do pola jedan je bila na času klavira... Onda korakom merila grad... I usput gledala izloge... Pardon... Svoj odraz u njima... U kosi još, poput venca, ona molska kadenca... Mala vračka da upravo tad... Uz "caffe Kibic" polagano nadođe On... Kao plima... Tajne su tu zato da ih neko nasluti... Postoji reč koja vredi tek kad se odćuti... Bogu je kanuo čaj... Svud je prsnuo sjaj... Jedan platan će ostati zlatan... Ona kroz smeh čvrsto svoju kajdanku stišće... Ne drhti On... To je samo to uvelo lišće... Blaženo Miholjsko Leto... Jedno i sveto za njih... A On je nosio naglas svojih Skoro Osamnaest... Sve češće mu govore "Vi"... Begeš u grudima udara... Bije u bronzane žice... U džepu sretni staklenac... Ko ono novčić i zdenac... Mala vračka da nestanu svi... A Ona bane ko lupež... I prospe mu kosu u lice... Kao osrednji klošar, malo prosed... I prostar... Na uglu sam zastao sam... Ne tako dobar oktobar... I misli sve... U "ruskom štimu"... A onda shvatih, na prepad... Da te volim, ko nekad... Vreme samo raspiruje plam? U meni "miholjsko leto"... To prkosno sunce pred zimu... ______________________________ Uspavanka za dečaka Pričaće ti jednom možda, kako sam ja bio... Štošta... Pile moje... Pače moje malo... Mudrovaće, Badavani... Kad me nema da se branim... Da sam blizu... Ne bi im se dalo... Pričaće ti o plovidbi... Ti što nisu sidro digli... Šta sam za njih neg' ukleta šajka? Tvrdiće, sa zlobnim sjajem... Da sam drhtao pred zmajem... Gledali su oni... Iz prikrajka... Al' ti slutiš otkud bore... Trunje se u oku diglo... Olujno je tamo gore... Gde nas nije puno stiglo... Znam da sanjaš more sveća... I korake po tom doku... Ti si tamo bio... U mom oku... Pričaće ti, kojekakvi... Zloba se ko rubin cakli... Kako odjek mog osmeha ječi... Kleće se u pretpostavke... Kljuckajući, kao čavke... Moje loše prepričane reči... Brojao sam ljude s krsta... Pravila i izuzetke... Posvud promašena vrsta... Samo retki nađu retke... Znam da sanjaš vaskrsenje... Jednu siluetu plahu... Ti si tamo bio... U mom dahu... Pričaće ti jednom svašta... Boljima se teško prašta... Pile moje... Pače moje malo... Silni miševi u boci... Javiće se ko svedoci... Pustolovnog traganja za Gralom... Ne znam više, bože prosti... Dal da strepim... Il da stremim... Da to breme posebnosti... I na tebe nakalemim? Ako nije kasno već? Znam da sanjaš rimovanja... Krike... I tišinu nemu... Ti si bio svugde u mom svemu... Pile moje... Pače moje malo... Lavče moje... STREAMS OF WISKY Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's philosophies He had but these few clear and simple words to say I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I have cursed, bled and sworn Jumped bail and landed up in jail Life has often tried to stretch me But the rope always went slack And now that I've a pile I'll go down to the Chelsea I'll walk in on my feet But I'll leave there on my back Because I'm going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I'm going, I'm going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Oh the words that he spoke Seemed the wisest of philosophies There was nothing ever gained By a wet thing called a tear When the world is too dark And I need the light inside of me I'll walk into a bar And drink fifteen pints of beer Because I'm going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams of whiskey are flowing ----------------------------------------- SUNNYSIDE OF THE STREETS Seen the carnival at Rome Had the women I had the booze All I can remember now Is little kids without no shoes So I saw that train And I got on it With a heartful of hate And a lust for vomit Now I'm walking on the sunnyside of the street Stepped over bodies in Bombay Tried to make it to the U.S.A. Ended up in Nepal Up on the roof with nothing at all And I knew that day I was going to stay Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street Been in a palace, been in a jail I just don't want to be reborn a snail Just want to spend eternity Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street As my mother wept it was then I swore To take my life as I would a whore I know I'm better than before I will not be reconstructed Just wanna stay right here On the sunnyside of the street ------------------------------------------------- Back In '79 Just Like We Had Ffffeared The Mates We Had Have All Disappeared Nicky, Flip, Paul, Fat Bob And Ted They All Done A Bunk & All Got Wed Out With The Lads For A Laugh And A Beer Those Days Are No Longer 'Ere With A Lump In Yer Throat & A Shiver Down Yer Spine They're The Memories Of 1979 Wooooooooooo That's Where We Wanna Be 1979 Wooooooooooo That's Where We Wanna Be Back In '79 Flip A Punk Sssuddenly Aged He Sold His Leather Jacket Just To Get Engaged Bobby Was A Skinhead, But Bobby's Hair Grew All For A Bird Who Made Him Bbblue We Never Thought We’d See The Day Teddy With A Missus In The Family Way Oh What Went Wrong? Things Were Just Fine, So Take Me Back To 1979 Freddie Was A Free Bloke Fffull O' Life Now Freddie Is A Bag O' Misery With A Wife Everynight George Hit The Town By 8'o Clock Now He's In His Dressing Gown They Ain't The Lads We Knew Before You Don't See Them Down The Pub No More They're Discontented Mates O' Mine Who Wanna Be Back In 1979 --------------------------------------------------- LAZY SUNDAY AFTERNOON Wouldn't It Be Nice To Get On With My Neighbours But They Make It Very Clear They've Got No Room For Ravers Lazy Sunday Afternoon I Got No Time To Worry I Close My Eyes & Drift Away Here We All Are Sittin' In A Rainbow Cor Blimy 'Allo Mrs. Jones, How's Your Berts Lumbago' Diddly May... I'll Sing You A Song With No Words & No Tune Sing In Your Party While You Suss Out The Moon Roody Doody Do, Roody Doody Di Day Roody Doody Dum A Reedy Deedy Do Dee There's No One To Hear Me, There's Nothing To Say & No One Can Stop Me From Feeling This Way ------------------------------------------------------ My Wife's A Psychopath I Couldn't Wait For My Blind Date I Did Not Sleep That Night Could I Catch The Perfect Match Would She Be Mrs. Right!? A Quiet Lass So Middle Class Dignified, Meek & Mild? I Faced The Wrath Of A Psychopath & A Woman That Went Wild Before Too Long It All Went Wrong She Weren’t The One For Me But I Was Trapped When I Got Slapped By A Raving Loony She Got Mean, She Caused A Scene I Said "You're Not My Type" But I Gave In, How Could I Win? As She Threw Another Swipe...Ferociously My Wife's A Psychopath Throws A Fit Then She Hides In The Bathroom My Wife's A Psychopath Aooeee My Wife's A Psychopath. Always On The Warpath After Me, Mentally Deranged! I'm Black & Blue, I Said "We're Through" I'm Cuts N' Scrapes N' Scars She Clenched Her Fist, I Ducked, She Missed So I Kicked Her Up The Arse! She Yelled & Squealed As I Revealed I Had Learnt Some Self Defense I Smashed Her Face In, Just In Case Coz I Hate Violence...It's Not For Me -------------------------------------------- Yul Brynner Was A Skinhead There's A Fella From A Film Reminds Me Of Duncan Goodhew But He's Not A Proper Skinhead Cause He Hasn't Got A Tattoo He's Not As Wise As He Seems Coz He's Just An Actor He's A Dunce, I've Never Seen Him On The Krypton Factor We Always Use Silvekrin To Keep Our Heads Clean But We Know That Yulie's Not A Normal Human Being Coz He Uses Mr. Sheen Yul Brynner, Yul Brynner, They Say He's A Skinhead But We Know That It's A Lie Yul Brynner, Yul Brynner He Is Just A Baldly Geezer From The King & I Yul Bbbbb Brynner Yul Brynner Was A Skinhead They Said On The News, But I've Never Seen Yul Brynner Wearing Doctor Martens Shoes His Only Claim To Fame Was That He Had A Shiny Nut But I Would Look Just The Same If I Had My Hair Cut ----------------------------------------------- Dougy Giro You Can't Guess What Life For Dougy Is Like, He Wakes Up In The Street No Home, No Bed, He Says He's Lucky That He Can Smile And Be Happy Dougy, Dougy, Giro Dougy, Dougy, Giro People Say That He's Not Worthy Of Clothes, That Shows That They Don't Care But He Does Not Let This Get Him Down That Is How Dougy Stays Alive Dougy's Inside A Bus Shelter It's Raining And A Sight To See, Dougy Smiles He's Seen A Rainbow Every.. Where's Bright, And So Is He ______________________________________ Spanish Bombs Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight CHORUS Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My seńorita's rose was nipped in the bud CHORUS The hillsides ring with "Free the people" Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazón Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón ______________________________________________ SHEENA IS A PUNK ROCKER Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go They're ready to go now they got their surfboards And they're going to the discotheque Au Go Go But she just couldn't stay she had to break away Well New York City really has is all oh yeah, oh yeah Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go They're ready to go now they got their surfboards And they're going to the discotheque Au Go Go But she just couldn't stay she had to break away Well New York City really has is all oh yeah, oh yeah Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now _______________________________________ THE KKK TOOK MY BABY AWAY She went away for the holidays said she's Going to L.A. but she never got there She never got there, she never got there, they say She went away for the holidays said she's Going to L.A. but she never got there She never got there, she never got there, they say The KKK took my baby away they took her away Away from me The KKK took my baby away They took her away away from me Now I don't know where my baby can be they Took her away from me They took her away from me I don't know where my baby can be They took Her away from mr They took her away from me Ring me, ring me, ring me up the President And finf out where my baby went Ring me, ring me, ring me up the FBI and find Out if baby's alive yeah, yeah, yeah O-o-o-o-o-o O-o-o-o-o-o She went away for holidays She went away for holidays The KKK took my baby away The KKK took my baby away They took my girl they took my baby away _________________________________________ SWEET JANE Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest and me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, huh Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim you know those were different times Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, woh Sweet Jane, oh-oh Sweet Jane I'll tell you somethin' that Jack, he is a banker and Jane, she is a clerk And both of them save their monies hah, and when, when they come home from work Ooohhh-wah, sittin' down by the fire, oh-wah the radio does play a little classical music there, Jim "The March Of The Wooden Soldiers", all you protest kids you can hear Jack say, get ready, ah Sweet Jane, ah, come on baby Sweet Jane, oh-oh-oh-ah Sweet Jane Some people they like to go out dancing and other peoples they have to work, just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers, haha well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know that women never really faint and that villains always blink their eyes, ooohhh And that, you know children are the only ones who blush and that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, oh, wow-woh Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane ____________________________________ CAROLINE SAYS Caroline says as she gets up off the floor Why is it that you beat me it isn't any fun Caroline says as she makes up her eye You ought to learn more about yourself think more than just I But she's not afraid to die all of her friends call her Alaska When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her What is in her mind what is in her mind Caroline says as she gets up from the floor You can hit me all you want to but I don't love you anymore Caroline says while biting her lip Life is meant to be more than this and this is a bum trip But she's not afraid to die all of her friends call her Alaska When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her What is in her mind what is in her mind She put her fist through the window pane It was such a funny feeling It's so cold in Alaska it's so cold in Alaska It's so cold in Alaska __________________________ ROMEO HAD JULIETTE Caught between the twisted stars the plotted lines the faulty map that brought Columbus to New York Betwixt between the East and West he calls on her wearing a leather vest the earth squeals and shudders to a halt A diamond crucifix in his ear is used to help ward off the fear that he has left his soul in someone's rented car Inside his pants he hides a mop to clean the mess that he has dropped into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell And Romeo wanted Juliette and Juliette wanted Romeo And Romeo wanted Juliette and Juliette wanted Romeo Romeo Rodriguez squares his shoulders and curses Jesus runs a comb through his black pony-tail He's thinking of his lonely room the sink that by his bed gives off a stink then smells her perfume in his eyes And her voice was like a bell Outside the streets were steaming the crack dealers were dreaming of an Uzi someone had just scored I betcha I could hit that light with my one good arm behind my back says little Joey Diaz Brother, give me another tote those downtown hoods are no damn good those Italians need a lesson to be taught This cop who died in Harlem you think they'd get the warnin' I was dancing when I saw his brains run out on the street And Romeo had Juliette and Juliette had her Romeo And Romeo had Juliette and Juliette had her Romeo I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag with Latin written on it that says "It's hard to give a shit these days" Manhattan's sinking like a rock into the filthy Hudson what a shock they wrote a book about it they said it was like Ancient Rome The perfume burned his eyes holding tightly to her thighs And something flickered for a minute and then it vanished and was gone ___________________________ PERFECT DAY Just a perfect day drink sangria in the park And then later when it gets dark we go home Just a perfect day feed animals in the zoo Then later a movie too and then home Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on you just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day problems all left alone Weekenders on our own it's such fun Just a perfect day you made me forget myself I thought I was someone else someone good Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on you just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow ________________________________ LIKE A ROLLING STONE Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal. How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? ________________________ TAMBOURINE MAN Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
DEVEDESETEMi smo bar imali stare gitare... Poneki bedž na reverima... Glupo bi zvučalo "Je-Je!" uz sve ove dileje s revolverima... Al zastavu šezdesetih vezle su gramofonske igle... I put od žute cigle prostro se pred nas... Mi smo bar imali razne Če Gevare... O-o, i veće prevare... To mladost spiri u dahu kao šećer u prahu sa bundevare... Protesti sedamdesetih više su bili odraz mode Jer bokal pun slobode točen je za nas... Mi smo bar imali putovanja... Perone, suze, cmakanja... Crveni pasoš bez mane što prolazi grane bez puno njakanja... Dnevnici osamdesetih švrljani su na jarke razglednice Svet je lice šminkao zbog nas... Mi smo bar imali one snove koji se teško ostvare... A snovi najčešće vrede tek kad s tobom osede... Kad s tobom ostare... Nije bas sve na kantaru... Čitavo čudo kupi lova Ali snova nema piratiranih... Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Opake... Gospod je barut primirisao pa ladno zbrisao za oblake... E, kad već puknu ustave nema nam spasa dok se reke ne zaustave... No, i taj dan će svanuti... Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Fobične... U udžbenike i u čitanke ušle su bitange... Obične... Kasno je da se paniči... Dali smo šansu da se ludilo ozvaniči... A sad smo prosto zgranuti? Mi smo bar imali neke veze s planetom i sa ljudima... Znalo se ko togu nosi a ko cvetić u kosi... O, blago ludima... Danas se laž odvažila... A zadnja bagra kroji moral... Pa je OK koral dignut oko nas... Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, vas mogu jedino psovati... Za vama niko neće žaliti niti vam stihove kovati... Jednu ste mladost sludele, budite sretne ako vam i strofu udele... Pred crkvom pravih vrednosti... Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, i vaša priča je gotova... I dabogda se nikad ne sete svih ovih protuva i skotova... Kad zakon metlom zamane... Ili ih pusti da se međusobno tamane... Što ima svojih prednosti... ______________________________________ Čivutski vrt -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ako kročiš u čivutski vrt, na sedmo koleno čini će pasti... I, ko da nema drugih bašti... Di sve pupi i sve šljašti... Di na miru možeš šeboj i božure krasti... Moja nesretna mati... Htela me spasti... Savetom finim... Al morala je dotad znati... Da ne sme kasti... Šta da ne činim... Šta je bedem neg široki zid? Lako se zajaši... Ko stari čilaš... Mahovina ko astragan... Da bez glasa šmugne dragan... Ukraj neba se lepeza mlad šaran porcijaš... Ruka zavesu miče... Trepte u tmini... Biserni zdenci... Zbog nečeg đurđic uvek niče... Baš u tišini... I baš u senci... Neću skoro onim šorom... Ne znam posle put odande... Me sem čoro, moja lolo... Čhu ćo šoro paša mande... Vetar cvili i leleče... Skini suknju i jeleče... Nit ko mari, nit ko zna... Na ćer mande čingara... Ako dirneš u čivutski vrt... Kletvu ćeš nositi ko srebrn zvončić... Bićeš žedan kraj bunara... I siromah s puno para... Sve ćeš dijamante dati za smešni cirkončić... Ko u tuđi vrt uđe... Crn lebac mesi... U crnom plehu... Eh... "Ne poželi ništa tuđe..." Svi smrtni gresi... U tom su grehu... Kao mrva iz džepa... Truni se lako... Život protekli... Da, rekli su mi da je lepa... Ali baš tako? To nisu rekli... ________________________________________ Eleonora Na bogojavljensku noć... Peku se kesteni, lome se pogače, a venci smokava i praporci se pokače U prednjoj sobi moga baće... To je već navike moć Bez slova poziva, društvo se sastalo pod istom ikonom, Za crnim švapskim astalom što pamti svadbe i daće Redak sam gost u starom kraju... Al' znam šta misle, i u snu I oni mene kanda znaju... Jer čak ni pripiti ni da mi pomenu nju Čudna je zverčica strast... Od one ljubavi, zbog glupe svađice... U buri ćutanja potonule su lađice I minus na kraju salda? Dal' grom odabira hrast? Ili se to pak hrast munjama nametne? Za to baš nemam reči bog zna kako pametne... To je ta sudbina, valda? Bila je moja zlatna šansa... A tek sam načeo svoj krug Moj mali verni Sančo Pansa... Moja ljubavnica... Saborac... I moj najbolji drug... Oni ne pričaju o njoj... A ja se ne raspitkivam Ukrstim politru i noć... I tu i tamo na taj krst se prikivam Već me i Dunav pretiče... Moja me senka spotiče Al' ništa mi se ne tiče... I malo šta me pomera i dotiče Sem, možda, nje? Kad đavo precepi špil... Sve krene naopaka, svale se vanglice, zadrema kum, I nešto nisu ove "london štanglice" Ko kadgod, u doba slavna? Pogrešno uklopljen stil... Kinesko posuđe, salvete heklane, Model iz izloga a cipele od preklane No, rizling sve to poravna Već me Dunav pretiče... Već me senka spotiče Ništa me se ne tiče... Ništa me ne dotiče ________________________________ |
bartolomeo grajačetvrtak, 20.04.2006.
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