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Down this road
Another day, another dollar, another bill collecting caller.
Disillusioned, let down, all my heroes are junkies now.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road, I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
hard pressed to make it better, but I got no will to fight.
26 and I'm flat broke, I've been down so long I have given up hope.
Shattered nerves anxiety, so much more than I wanted to be.
I often wonder what went wrong,
but I can't remember, it's been too long.
Think out loud things I want to change,
but I know I never will I'm gonna stay this way.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road,
I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
hard pressed to make it better, but I got no will to...
Is this my great reward, servitude and solitude,
a lifetime of chances I have blown
I woulda coulda shoulda been so much more than I really am,
and it's nobody else's fault but my own.
Another day, another dollar, another bill collecting caller.
Disillusioned, let down, cause I'm nothing more than a fuck up now.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road, I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
hard pressed to make it better, but I got no will to fight.

Zero down

STUMBLE AND FALL
Making a bet and I feel that I should have known better
Turning the pages so slow as I ever could
Shot shot I need a shot of persuasion right now
Let down the offer at once
'cause I'm weak and afraid to be wrong

But in time, well I need another piece of your mind
In time, and the feeling is strong and I'm riding it high
In time, well I need another piece of your mind
In time, and the feeling is strong
and I'm riding it high for you

Shaking my head so gently afraid to be simple
Waiting for you reaction, for your response
Time out, I don't need any suspension at all
Sit still, it's all for the best
'cause you stumble and fall for your love

Faking a laugh the sound is loud and annoying
Taking it back is something that can't be done
Let go, the spirits is no in the ceiling tonight
Step down and lick all my wounds
is the only thing left for me now

NO FUN AT ALL


Jack of all Trades
Give me a reason not to lash out,
because I don't see much reason now
I want to banish frauds, slay unruly sods.
Since false idol gods have nothing figured out
Nothing at all
So you've got a tale to tell,
Well how about something real?
feel free and stifle someone.
Go on and belittle someone as well.
Or but fucker yeah you'll get yours
So fill up your pockets, and watch them swell.
You could be no one, an inconsiderate bastard son.
Kiss your smile goodbye.
Kiss it all goodbye.

Hot Water Music


Original Me

Mirror, mirror,
Please believe,
Need to find myself,
All my life spent wondering,
I've been trying to hide this place of mind,

Confusion,
Illusion,
Misinterpretation,
Of the original me.

I need a sign a simple chime,
When grown kids have crossed my mind,
Followed to in the craziness,
A welcome man who rode behind,

Confusion,
Illusion,
Misinterpretation,
Of the original me.

What big thoughts you had,
I can see them in your eyes,
When you pretend to laugh,
Reflection I see,
Reminds me, of somebody like me

Tender day,
Spent to laugh,
Don't say all but the impact,
Mental prostitution,
In this universal, institution,

Confusion,
Illusion,
Misinterpretation,
Of the original me

Confession,
Aggression,
My time to end this session,
One bang and I'm free.

What big thoughts you had,
I can see them in your eyes,
When you pretend to laugh,
Reflection I see,
Reminds me, of somebody like me.

What big thoughts you had,
I can see them in your eyes,
When you pretend to laugh,
The reflection I see,
Reminds me of somebody like me.
ALL

02.10.2007., utorak

THINKING OF A REBOUND ON A TUESDAY AFTERNOON

Henry Rollins wrote a song called Thursday afternoon but I cannot use that one today. Still, I'll copy one part for you. I love Henry's lyrics, it's like he asked me what to write.
Please let me see the faults my ego denies me
Don't let me grow so tall, I forget the ground beneath me
Don't let me forget that satisfaction has no friends
That glory's only fleeting - already gone

I've wasted so much time
I'm trying to get it straight in my mind

Don't let me think it's love, when it's only just obsession
I've spent so many nights punching that wall
Show me the difference between decision and denial
I want to know why I ask why

Let me see my confusion for exactly what it is
Don't let me make my rage a tool of regret
Allow me to sidestep my frustration and hostility
And the violence that comes to me so easily, too easily

I am getting older and hopefully wiser but I still cannot figure out many many things. This list is getting bigger with time which is just the opposit of what I would want.
Rebound is on my mind constantly. Thank God that I'm going to leave Zagreb for a while so I could have some time to think...or not think at all. Heavy thinking is always too much.

So, what the hell is rebound anyway? According to Wikipedia, it is a period of time following a particularly painful break-up. What does “period of time” stand for? Is this like mourning without a dress code? No white shoes, huh? Is this something everyone has to have or only we, the weak ones? As my little Austrian friend said: Sometimes I wish I was so damn arrogant that I could just say fuck you and bye bye! That would be best, but normally it never happens. Is there a rule how people should act in that period? Are we supposed to meet someone new and hurt them because we’re hurt? SelFISH, no? Is that necessary in order to move on? Is a rebound significant other really significant? What does moving on really mean? How will we know that rebound is really over in order to proceede with our lives? And when it’s finally over, does that mean that we have healed? Do we ever?

In my book, all of the stuff I have written above is such crap. This rebound thing is such waste of time. A break-up is painful itself, it sucks all the joy of life out of us. We’re unhappy, have things on our minds 24/7 and are not fun to anybody and just horror for ourselves. We do the reconstruction of events and irrational self-analyzing that have never done anything good to anyone. We can pretend that we’re dealing with it just fine for some time, at work, among friends etc. but still we’re so dry and torrid inside. News flash: time is not waiting for us. So our days pass… I think that we need some help to heal. We need someone to save us!! Rebound will not do the trick, neither will time itself. But someone will. We just have to be careful while searching for the one who can save us and if we find them, we should let them in. Who knows, maybe we are meant to save somebody.
Looking forward to your Facebook comments,
I’m off to London! Kippis!
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