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Lyrics

Insatiable

When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves I let it go
We build our church above this street
We practice love between these sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you
It bathes my skin I'm stained by you
And all I have to do is hold you
There's a racing in my heart
I am barely touching you

Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable


The moonlight plays upon your skin
A kiss that lingers takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you
There are no words
There's only truth
Breathe in Breathe out
There is no sound
We move together up and down
We levitate our bodies soar
Our feet don't even touch the floor
And nobody knows you like I do
The world doesn't understand
But I grow stronger in your hands

Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable

Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable


We never sleep we're always holdin' hands
Kissin' for hours talkin' makin' plans
I feel like a better man
Just being in the same room
We never sleep there's just so much to do
Too much to say
Can't close my eyes when I'm with you
Insatiable the way I'm loving you

Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable

Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable


(Words and Music by
Walter Afanasieff
and Darren Hayes)


You're Still The One


(When I first saw you, I saw love.
And the first time you touched me, I felt love.
And after all this time, you're still the one I love.)


Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night


Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'


I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come my baby

Written by Shania Twain
and Mutt Lange.


Just The Way You Are

Don't go changing, trying to please me
You never let me down before
I don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore
I would not leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care

I don't want clever conversation
I don't want to work that hard
I just want some someone to talk to
I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.

I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from my heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.


Barry White

petak, 02.05.2008. (22:38)



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Nemam ništa protiv ljudi koji slušaju današnje narodnjake, bolje reći ono smeće od turbo folka. Osim što ih se grozim, što mislim da su primitivne seljačine i ljudi s malo.. ne malo, bez ukusa. Fanovi one četničke kurabe Cece, Karleuše, Bubemare ili kak se već zove i ostalih srpskih flundri i jeftinih kurvica.
Primitivne seljačine bez mozga. To je moje mišljenje o njima i nitko me ne može uvjeriti da ga promjenim.

Nemam ništa protiv tih seljačina, nek slušaju to ogavno grleno zavijanje, cviljenje, prenemaganje koje čak nazivaju pjevanjem, a od kojeg se svakom normalnom čovjeku s imalo sluha preokreće želudac i izaziva simptome povraćanja i proljeva.
Stvarno nemam ništ protiv, tko hoće neka sluša. S naglaskom na "tko hoće"!

Međutim, kad mene dovode u položaj da to govno od nazovi muzike moram slušati, a da to ne želim, e onda imam puno toga protiv!
Naprimjer, kada se usred noći zaustavi ispred moje zgrade auto, otvore se vrata a iz njega grmi svom snagom neka razularena ekavica, dobijem živčani slom. Kad susjeda preko puta navije svom snagom narodnjake tako da ju pola kvarta mora slušati, poludim.
I na svakom jebenom koraku neki turbo folk para uši.

Neku večer sam gledala onu stupidnu emisiju na rtl-u, Hrvatski top model. I skoro zaplakala od muke kad sam čula mladu curu kako veli da su na reviji puštali njezinu najdražu pjesmu "Aspirin". Neki ogavni turbo folk koji ne znam ni tko pjeva. Pa kud to vodi?!
I čak ju nije sram to izreći.
Pa zatim, skoro sa svakog mobitela koji negdje zazvoni, čuje se neka ćirilica. Da poludiš.

Ne znam bih li se prije plakala ili smijala od muke. Kad vidim u što se pretvara moj grad. I ne samo grad. Cijela džava kao da je poludjela. Kao da se poseljačila preko noći.

Silom prilike, prisiljena sam na poslu slušati svaki dan Narodni radio. (Blagoslovljena sam na poslu kolegicama.. kak bi Škoro reko "čudi ljudi, čudnog imena", i čudnog naglaska, naravno)
Uz to što se trenutno Severinin novi "hit" Gas, gas pušta skoro svakih sat vemena, niti ostali naši vrli estradnjaci ne odskaču puno od zacrtanog pravca.
Maja Šuput, Jasmin Stavros, Milo Hrnić (taj je još uvijek živ!), pa neki Leo, Magazin itd itd.. sve naginje ćirilici. Da ti se život doslovce zgadi.
Čini mi se da taj Narodni radio polako ali sigurno probija led, jer malo malo.. eto nekog ortodoksnog narodnjaka. Mic po mic i evo njih k'o da ništa bilo nije.

Možda bi trebao jedan bliz krieg sa dragim nam susjedima preko Drine pa da se to turbo smeće opet na par godina počisti iz Hrvatske.
Blažene '90-te kad su se sve te seljačine posakrivale u mišje rupe, tko zna da li su doma poskrivečki slušali Cecu? Vjerojatno jesu, ali baš onako kako bi i trebali. Potiho i da nitko osim njih ne čuje.

I tak.. ori se Severina svaki dan s Narodnog radija; Joooj, što volim miris kamiooonaaa.. Gas, gas!
Stihove uglazbio i napisao Goran Bregović. (Naravno.)


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