"Osjechaji sve vulgarniji, ponašanje sve pristojnije, misli sve trivijalnije"




~You’re a part time lover and a full time friend~

muči me to. to nedefinirano kucanje činjenica, tamo negdje po kutovima svijesti [znam da me želiš upozoriti ali prestat ću te ignorirati tek kada zaista bude prekasno]. muči me što povezujem tu pjesmu s jednom osobom, sa zadnjom osobom koju bi očekivala na tim mjestima u glavi. i to nije dobro. ni najmanje. :/


nda. sad nevezano uz temu i njezin subjekt, evo dvije nove pjesme...prva mi se sviđa, prva se svima sviđa (osim [naravno] časnoj iznimci, ali pretpostavljam da je to razumljivo :)...druga je apsolutno katastrofična, al eto bilo mi je dosadno na nastavi :p...


Ružičasti mjehurić ili
O idealizmu i popratnim nuspojavama


Izolirani idealist
zaključan u ružičasto zvono
staklenih prozora i vrata
Propali pacifist
sanjao je iluzije predugo.
stvorio temelje novih stvarnosti
u ritmu romantičarskih stihova
Melankolični moralist
izgubljen u bajkama
želio je nemoguće

Dok mu netko nije šapnuo:
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ionako smo samo
lutke na daljinsko upravljanje

I mjehurić je prsnuo.


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Most Grimiznih pahuljica

boja fuksije i nemoći titra u zraku.
žena s balonom gleda
uzburkane odraze otpuštenih misli.

vjetar joj pjeva
udarajući u kosti,
preokrećući razume.
odnosi prezrele osjećaje i
uskuhale emocije,
da lebde među ispijenim dušama.

olupina ljudskosti
stoji na mostu,
progutana u ustima
crne rupe neizbrisivih sjećanja.


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~...Vrh Grada mjesec pluta kano ljuska...~

Grad *missing, oh so much* :((


Osjećaji sve VULGARNIJI.
Ponašanje sve PRISTONIJE.
Misli sve TRIVIJALNIJE.


04.05.2008. u 21:06 | K | 5 | P | # | ^


Tišina umire u ritmu tvojih otkucaja




ovakoca. nisam umrla, samo sam bila prelijena da se bavim ovim...ugl, eto mene natrag. jedna (pre)stara pjesma budući da sam u blokadi što se pisanja tiče.

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Žongler

na rubu svemira
balansira žongler
zgrušanim jezgrama snova,
kao lopticama.
balansira žongler
sanjarenjima, budućim i
prošlim, kao narančama.
balansira žongler
nadanjima kao
iskrzanim čunjevima.
odjednom,
puče žica,
u crnu rupu popadaše
sanjarenja i nadanja,
dok žongler balansira,
na rubu svemira,
bezuspješno.


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~...The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath
Entwined together in this culture of death
Do you see what I see, dear?
...
The line the God throws down to you and me
Makes a pleasing geometry
Shall we leave this place now, dear?
Is there someway out of here?...~


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.Someone shot NOSTALGIA in the back.
[purgerica moa najdraža *missing*]



Mak Dizdar - Plivačica
...
Točio je svoju krv u njenu
nepovratno
i njega nestade
u njoj
Umirući
osjeti prvi
i posljedni put
da živi

Ježevi se nakostriješiše
Galebovi zakliktaše


Kada se u predvečerje
na obali oznanila
crvena od krvi
u ribljem mesu
snažna od života
jaka od smrti
prolaz se sam od njena daha otvorio

Udovice sa suncobranima vrisnuše

Kupači oboriše glave dobrih građana
u pijesak tjeskobe

Plivačica se nasmija jetko
otrovom jegulje
a sunce pade treskom
u kose planine


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~ . And i miss you since the place got wrecked
by the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it`s something in between i guess.
It`s closing time . ~


30.03.2008. u 14:54 | K | 4 | P | # | ^


~...We’re half-awake in a fake empire...~




evo imam višak slobodnog vremna, pa da napišem nešto...ne želim pisati o tome kako se osjećam, u zadnje vrijeme jednostavno pokušavam ignorirati samu sebe...ugl, evo dvije [staro/nove] pjesme...

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~...you won't cry for my absence, i know -
you forgot me long ago.
am i that unimportant...?
am i so insignificant...?
isn't something missing?
isn't someone missing me?
...
even though I'm the sacrifice,
you won't try for me, not now.
though I'd die to know you love me,
i'm all alone.
isn't someone missing me?
...
and if i bleed, i'll bleed,
knowing you don't care.
and if i sleep just to dream of you
i'll wake without you there,
isn't something missing?...~
[by: Evanescence]


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Peče

Sjeta pada u nitima
Upletena sam u paučinu tuge
Dah su mi osušila sjećanja
A u duši mi ugasla svjetla
I sve su slike bolne
Sve rane [ponovno] peku
Trčim dalje od kišnih misli
Ali ne mogu pobjeći
Od tvojeg imena
...u mojim noćnim morama...


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~...You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults...~
[by: National =]


...oh, zaljubila sam se u taj bend...tako su savršeni za ovo tmurno razdoblje...

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Par sa zlatnim krilima

hladno je
mraz ti nagriza trepavice
moji su otkucaji usporeni
tvoji izdisaji nepravilni
Bim bom
i ljuljačka je
prestala škripiti
dosadili su mi anđeli
u snijegu
omotaj se oko mene,
pričekajmo svitanje
i postat ćemo pravi,
par sa zlatnim krilima.


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~...This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending...~


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31.10.2007. u 11:02 | K | 16 | P | # | ^


~The Reason is You...~




evo jedne pjesme posvećene savršenom dečku, šteta što je samo lik iz knjige ( i vampir - al zar je bitno?), a budući da sad čitam "Eclipse" [treći nastavak] sjetih se ove davno napisane pjesme...ne želim sad opet odugovlačiti, mislim da je sam sve zorno prikazala

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Edward

Zapali mi usne
Lednim dodirom
Neka krv uzavre
Makar znamo
Da ne smije

Pod pogledom
Tvojih očiju
Iz kojih isijava
Svjetlost topaza
Topi se moj mozak

Zaboravljam da
Trebam disati
Dok srce mi
Prestaje kucati

Gori si od ovisnosti
Ti si moj
Savršeni heroin
Moj lijek
Za sve bolesti


~...There's a pain that sleeps inside
It sleeps with just one eye
And awakens the moment that you leave
Though I try to look away
The pain it still remains
Only leaving when you're next to me...~


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...i još jedna, posvećena mojoj osobnoj boli, mojem osobnom vampiru-jer zbilja mi krv pije neprestano...

Nivea

Pusti me da se
Sklupčam na tvojim
Savršenim leđima
Da ti osjetim kožu
Pod rukama
I zaspim na tvojim
Hladnim grudima


~...Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear...~


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za kraj, jedan od mojih naj pjesnika i pisaca, neponovljivi Poe i meni savršena Alone...

...Alone...
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.


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22.09.2007. u 12:56 | K | 19 | P | # | ^


~The eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy~




svjesna sam da nisam napisala ni slovca već mjesecima, ali danas sam shvatila da mi falite pa želim [opet] podijeliti svoje misli s vama...=)

ubiti, da ne filozofiram previše - nema smisla da prepričavam sve proživljeno i izživljeno, dovoljno je da znate da se nisam ni malo promijenila...i dalje sam zbunjena, tužna i zahtjevna...

ostavljam vam jednu [noviju] pjesmu, napisanu u krajnjoj dosadi...

do čitanja, pozz....


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...Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in...
standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in...


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Igrajmo se sjećanjima

zatvorio si me
u zatvor svojih zjenica.
i pustio me da
se igram s
ljubičastim lopticama.

hajde. Dobaci mi još
i one tužne. žute.
možda onda uspijem
dobiti meč s tvojim
sjećanjima.

(već sam umorna,
zbilja me iscrpljuješ.
i koliko god se trudila
ne mogu s tvoje kore
izbrisati njeno ime. a
ako me ovako uporno
nastaviš ignorirati,
bit ću prisiljena
upotrijebiti izbjeljivač.)


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~ difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and
you don't see me
...
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all ~


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09.09.2007. u 17:58 | K | 12 | P | # | ^


My Favorite Sin


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Jezik polarne svjetlosti

Umrle nade
Zaključane škrinje
Polomljeni očaj
I dijete zatvoreno u umu
Ukradena prošlost
Na jantarnim fotografijama
Jezik polarne svjetlosti
I žena vrišti, u sjećanju
Spaljeni dnevnici
Navučene zavjese
Oslijepljene misli
I otac koji se nije vratio
Šuštanje skršenih sila
Drobljenje sreće
I zrak pun nerođene zlobe


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~With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life
I've loved them all

But if all these friends and lovers
There is no one
Compares with you~


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A tvoje su mutne...

nisam ja za tebe
možda u nekom
drugom završetku
pokušala sam uspijeti
trudila se zaboraviti,
željela osjetiti
ali dati ti sebe
postalo je nemoguće
srce sam mu
odavno prodala
ukrao mi je svijet
sve što sam ikad bila
zrcalilo se u njegovim
savršenim očima
a tvoje su mutne,
ne mogu si vidjeti
zjenice u njima


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~...I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to fail
...
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
...
You're making me insane
...
I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
You're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself...~





17.05.2007. u 13:04 | K | 9 | P | # | ^


Zaklopit chu ochi samo da ne vidim kraj svijeta


opet sam shvatila da sam: pametna, ali ne dovoljno...talentirana, ali ne dovoljno...dobra, ali ne dovoljno...lijepa, ali ne dovoljno...živa, ali ne dovoljno...

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Nedovoljna pjesma

ta prokleta tama
svuda oko mene
proždire me
sve brže i brže
vrti mi se u glavi
zaklopit ću oči
samo da ne vidim
kraj svijeta

padam u agoniji
peku me rane
cvrči mi meso
vatra je u meni
nemoguće neizbrisiva
netko me čupa za kosu
čujem vlasi
kako jecaju
u nosnicama mi
je okus jada
guši me smrad
zapaljenih stanica

vrištim jer sam
nemoćna,
jer sam mala
i beznačajna
plačem, jer
to je jedino
što radim dovoljno dobro
ne zadovoljavam
ni u jednoj sferi života
moja je glupost
nepobjediva
moja je pamet
izbrisana

opet padam
oderala sam koljena
linčuju me pogledima
kamenuju riječima
samo stojim
bespomoćna
suze hlape od vrućine
još u očima
nema utjehe
čak ni u soli
nema ni te
smirujuće hladnoće


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~I'm sure I've seen this look before
Done a thousand times and a million more
How many lies did he tell this time?
How many times did he cross the line?
It won't help me but I have to ask
Is there something real that's behind the mask?
Something true we don't know about?
I'm sure I've played this scene before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor~


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~It's almost like you had it planned
It's like you smiled and shook my hand and said
"Hey, I'm about to screw you over, big time" ~


I opet stvarnost kuca na vrata

voljeti željeti osjećati
ne mogu više funkcionirati bez tebe.
ne usuđujem se priznati
iz straha da me ne srušiš
po nebrojeni put.
uvijek si me lomio gazio pljuvao.
nanosio si mi bol u kojoj
sam ja uživala.
pod tvojim udarcima ja sam plesala,
pod psovkama pjevala.
ah, znam koliko si volio koristiti
činjenicu da sam prikriveni mazohist.
i opet,
u agoniji sreće,
stvarnost je zalupala na vrata.
slomi ruku kučko.
nitko te nije zvao.
ni tebe ni javu.
odlazi, ova su vrata zaključana.


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~It doesn`t hurt...when i bleed
but memories they eat me
I`ve seen it all before
bring it on cause I`m no victim...~


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21.04.2007. u 13:16 | K | 12 | P | # | ^


Grace Kelly


ma super sam...dosta je Virusa, neka se sam pokopa.....dosta je tuge, neka sama plače....
vrijeme je krasno, imam najljepšu sobu na svijetu, život je ovdje, vrijeme je da ga iskoristim =)...
sve vas ljubim, puse....: )))


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A sada, ipak nešto posvećeno Virusu:

~THIS TIME NOBODY LIKES YOU
THIS TIME NOBODY BELIEVES YOU
THIS TIME I CAN NOT TRUST YOU
THIS TIME I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU~


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...nove pjesmice....

Jače od mene

počinjem se pitati
zašto sam iznova pristala na sve
ti misliš da znaš najbolje,
a ja sam sigurna da jesi najbolji,
nažalost.

povukli smo tragove između sutra i jučer,
učinio si da i danas boli
nije više važno što smo bili prije,
sada razmišljamo što će biti kada
nam se snovi ne poklope

ne predaleko
ne preblizu
ostani na udaljenosti koja ne izaziva
jer mnoge su stvari
jače od mene


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~ I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more

Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!~


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Mrtvi vrtovi

zagrli me ispred
odraza utihnulih vrtova
i kipova što nas zgroženo
promatraju
ne boj se, naša je
tajna ovdje sigurna, jer mrtvi nisu
tužibabe.


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~YOUR REFLECTION I`VE ERASED
LIKE A THOUSAND BURNED OUT YESTERDAYS
BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY GOODBYE FOREVER
IS FOR GOOD~


06.04.2007. u 19:25 | K | 10 | P | # | ^


~You should know the space is holy, do you really want to go?~


željela bi reći da je sve u redu, ali nije...došlo je ono neko neodređeno vrijeme...željela bi reći da ove pjesmu nisu za njega, o njemu, ali jesu...željela bi reći puno toga, ali ne mogu...

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Lažeš, Cinofeja

Mirisno popodne
Dopiru do mene zeleni jecaji proljeća
I Captain je Jack ovdje,
Na mojim grudima…hladno mu je…

Tad srećem tebe, želim pobjeći
Ali koljena se svijaju u crno-bijelom filmu
Opet ti lažem, ipak ne u lice,
Opet lažem tvojim stopalima

I dalje je u meni nada da zaboravit ću ti
Boju očiju, samo ako ih izbjegnem testirati

Želim te prikopčati za sebe
Slijepiti nam smolom dlanove da nikada ne odeš

Lažem i tebi,
Lažem samoj sebi
A oboje dobro znamo da nije mi svejedno
I fališ mi, jer znam
Da te gubim


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~Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life~


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Miris megalomanije

i ležim na svojem ex-balkonu,
a tvoj mi je miris još u nosnicama,
zaustavlja molekule kisika na putovanju do mozga
zatupljuje sve funkcije,
taj tvoj miris megalomanije, tihi miris
egoistične hladnoće,
ugraviran na tapete tvojega života,
življenja iz računa

voljela sam misliti da ljudi se mijenjaju,
no ti još uvijek naplaćuješ osmijehe
pa kad prođe vrijeme naplate,
savršeno skup, kao i uvijek,
nestaješ...
jer nova je zarada blizu.


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So please don`t go....


22.03.2007. u 13:40 | K | 13 | P | # | ^


"If it doesn`t remind me of anything"


Ovaj sljedeći text napisan je prije otprilike 2 tjedna, par dana nakon konačnog susreta sa sudbinom...

Ne znam...već dugo se premišljam da li da ovo zapišem ili ne....nekako mi je lakše uvjeravati samu sebe da je sve u potpunom redu....

Ali mislim da svi dobro znamo, da ništa nije u redu....

Gospodin Virus? Nije se opametio, samo je mutirao u neku goru vrstu...nakon 60 minuta razgovora s njim hm, nekako mislim da više nisam u onom euforičnom raspoloženju iz prošlog posta....

Al nije ni bitno više...rekao mi je da me ne želi, da je lagao, kao i svaki puta do sada...i onda je u meni nešto puklo....i samo sam mu rekla baš sve što sam ikada mislila o njemu, rekla sam mu sve u lice, sasula sam mu sve u ta dva oka [...oh i forget, if they`re green or they`re blue?...]
....i na kraju je on skoro plakao, na kraju je on bio slomljen i uništen, ne ja...


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~Oh yeah
I know I'm not broken
A little cracked
But still I'm not broken
I wanna laugh but I think that I'm choking on reality~


Ja sam izašla kao moralni pobjednik, ja sam ga porazila na terenu na kojem je uvijek pobijeđivao...i osjetila sam olakšanje....bio je tako malen, jadan, slab....kao da je čekao da ga zgazim do kraja...

Ali to, to nisam mogla...jebeno sam prenaivna i predobra, samo dopuštam da me iskorištavaju...i sada ću mu biti učiteljica morala, odnosa s ljudima....budući da on pada na prvom poglavlju....ali nije bitno, glavno da sam ja pristala NJEMU pomoći, nakon svih jebenih gluposti koje mi je napravio...


~...The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget...~


I tako sam mu odlučila biti prijateljica, valjda posljednja veza sa etičkim svijetom...
Umjesto da mu stisnem šamarčinu jer me proklete 2 godine navlačio i zajebavao, ja sam njemu obećala pomoći da se popravi....hm, jesam li normalna?

Al eto, I TO JE ZAJEBAO.....pas mu mater, opet me sjebao...makar sam progutala ponos i željela mu pomoći, kad opet zajebe....svoju jebenu zadnju šansu....

Ne mogu više tako....zbilja me polagano ubija, svaku volju za životom mi uništava...


~...and you, you knew the hands of the devil
and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths
sharing different heartbeats
in one night...~


A sad ajmo malo u sadašnjost.....

Bila sam bolesna desetak dana, nikud-nikam....i u svakom slučaju vratih se ja u svoju predragu školicu, i naravno, prvo sretoh gospodina Virusnog....namjeravah izignorirat njegovo postojanje, budući da mi je zadnja poruka upućena njemu sadržavala želju da ode na jedno ne baš lijepo mjesto....budući da je opet zajebao pa sam ga poslala u rodno mjesto i izbrisala iz glave na neko vrijeme....a on? On mi je priuštio dobrodošlicu kao da sam njegova davno izgubljena prijateljica, osoba koju sreće nakon 50 godina....“A bumo se našli, moram ti nekaj reći?“.....i što da mu ja kažem na to....hm, nažalost, i dalje sam preslaba da mu kažem ne, tako da....sekundu nakon što mi je nestao iz vidokruga doživjela sam živčani slom, bijesna na sebe i njega, prokletog njega....

E i onda ga je to divno i toplo raspoloženje držalo nekh dan i pol, pa me OPET zajebao!!!!
Da mi je samo znati koji je bog tom tipu, koji se njemu ku*** događa u glavi??
Sad se vjerojatno pitate, pa što je ovoj curi, zar je zbilja toliko glupa da ne može shavatiti koje je to đubre?

E pa dragi moji, svečano izjavljujem da je dosta! Prešao je sve granice kojih je bilo i nije, sada bi jednom zauvijek bilo dosta....došlo je vrijeme da napravim isto što i djevojka na slici dolje....


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Trenutno sam dobro, osjećam se nekako lagano...uspješno sam prevladala krizu od neki dan, sada se opet smijem....umiruje me ovaj divan miris proljeća......=)

~Oh you don't mean NOTHING at all to me
No you don't mean nothing at all to me
But you got what it takes to set me free
Oh you could mean everything to me~


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Volim vas sve, ali tebe Antikriste više ne....jer kako da volim osobu koja nije u stanju voljeti baš nikoga doli sebe...


A pitanje je da li i sebe voliš, ili ti je i to neka izopačena igra...?


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06.03.2007. u 15:49 | K | 11 | P | # | ^


A one time apple queen,and a one time tramp,and an old movie star




possibility.
više od očekivanog.
isplazile su mi
jezik, bezobrazno izazivaju.
hrabrost mi je u džepu,
čizme su očišćene,
zubi oprani.
i krećem,
posljedni put.
...
daleko, u suton
me vodi
izgarajuća potreba
za ljepšim jutrom.
želja da napokon
pronađem savršenu
nijansu života.
....
pa čak i po cijenu blata
i žvakaća
zalijepljenih za udove.
čak i po cijenu
smoga u ušima.


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~If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
cause theres too many places Ive got to see~


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nemam više cajta =)....updajtam vam nastavak sapunice O Izgubljenim Vrijednostima uskoro....

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~JESUS CHRIST POSE~
And you stare at me
In your jesus christ pose
Arms held out
Like youve been carrying a load
And you swear to me
You dont want to be my slave
But youre staring at me
Like I need to be saved
In your jesus christ pose
Arms held out
In your jesus christ pose
Thorns and shroud
Like its the coming of the lord
And I swear to you
That I would never feed you pain
But youre staring at me
Like Im driving the nails
In your jesus christ pose
And you stare at me
In your jesus christ pose
Arms held out like its
The coming of the lord
And would it pay you more to walk on water
Than to wear a crown of thorns
It wouldnt pain me more to bury you rich
Than to bury you poor
In your jesus christ pose


woljim vas....

ali tebe Antikriste, tebe više ne....


22.02.2007. u 19:12 | K | 18 | P | # | ^


"Let`s waste time chasing cars around our heads"


evo bilo bi krajnje vrijeme da napišem nešto....inače ćete me sasvim zaboraviti....a moj pijani prijatelj je jučer bio vrlo uporan u nagovaranju, pa eto....; )

~I`m loosing my mind
And you just stand there
And stare as my world divides.~


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ovakoca, zadnji post je bio o njemu...vjerojatno će i ovaj....ali u malo drugačijem tonu....

malo sam razmišljala o svemu tome, o njemu...i napokon si priznala da mi je stalo...i da ništa ne želim više od njega...od njegove prisutnosti, od njega kraj mene...ah, i ja sam mazohist kakvog nema, samo se ja mogu zaljubiti u osobu koja me muči od dana kad smo se upoznali, koja me povrijedila toliko puta da sam prestala brojati...samo ja to mogu, biti luda za najvećim gadom na svijetu....


~...for YOU dear, I was born
for YOU I was raised up
for YOU I`ve lived
and for YOU i will die
for you i am dying now...~


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kolko vidim vi ste u maleckom : ) zaostatku za događajima....ugl, da ne duljim, on je zbilja bolest...i to neka vrsta virusa koji mi se uvukao u tijelo, mozak, srce i odbija izaći....tako da sam se suočila s njim...u realnom obliku...i to zahvaljujući mojoj dragoj frendici koja zna biti jako uvjerljiva dok drži prodike, i to toliko da mogu samo preplašeno kimnuti glavom i promucati: „d..a...maama...“....

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~All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see~


e pa zahvaljujući njoj i njenim prodikama ja sam prestala kukati i zapomagati i odlučila nešto poduzeti....prvi sam puta s njim razgovarala bez šifri i dvosmislenih riječi, rekla sam mu što mislim i osjećam, rekla sam mu da je jedina osoba koju želim on....ma sve bi to bilo divno i krasno, da nemam dečka i da on nema curu..: (...i čujte, malo je naporno biti u ljubavnom četverokutu, lol...

al eto i to je riješeno, sad nas je ostalo samo dvoje; gospodin bolest i moja malenkost....i sada ja moram čekati da on složi kockice u glavi, nadam se samo da će se držati onog prvog što je rekao, tj. da ću i ja uskoro biti sretna...: )


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~Is Heaven just for victims, dear?
Where only those in pain go?
Well, it takes TWO TO TANGO
We will meet again, my love
I know~


„Ja samo od onih koji vole, a ne koji mrze“, rekla je Antigona...

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~...I PROMISE YOU A HEART
YOU`D PROMISE TO KEEP...
....kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep...~


11.02.2007. u 12:47 | K | 9 | P | # | ^


"Strawberries, cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring"


"At this moment, there are 6 billion, 4 hundred, 70 million, 8 hundred, 18 thousand, 6 hundred, 71 people in the world.
...6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls -- and sometimes… all you need is 1."


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Sada sam sigurna....on nije čovjek, ne nije...da bi bio ljudsko biće trebalo bi mu nešto kucati u grudima, a on? njemu je to mjesto prokleto prazno...čak se ne čuje ni divna glazba tišine....samo mrtvilo....

...ON JE BOLEST....neka vrsta epidemije, viroze...bakterija koja mi se uvukla u tijelo i sada polagano jede moju nutrinu, trujući me misli o njemu....kao da nije dovoljno teško zaboraviti, samo pokušati shvatiti i prihvatiti prazninu koja je ostala...ma kakvi, on to naprosto mora otežavati s tim sasvim nepotrebnim javljanjem i zajebavanjem...samo mi je to trebalo, nakon mjesec dana mukle tišine i ignoriranja, samo mi je to trebalo...

i tih me 10 minuta ubilo u pojama, naudio mi je više neko itko u tako kratkom vremenu...
pala mi je maska, ona koju sam stavila na lice kako bi se sakrila od svijeta, kako bi pred svima zaklonila svoje oči, oči u kojima se vidi samo bol...

a njemu je uspjelo sve uništiti jednom jebenom porukom....pa zbilja je umjetnik, to nitko ne može izvesti, kao da doma vježba način na koji bi me što više povrijedio....

o isuse, što mi je to trebalo? Zašto sam se ikada išla petljati s njim? Zašto sam dopustila da mi prestane biti svejedno?

ne znam, opet ne znam ništa....

znam samo da boli....

i ne želi prestati....


...ali me boli kad nemas ideju
sta da mi sapnes kada naviru suze.......
......boli me muk svih onih napuštenih ružnih ulica
bole me rane koje samom sebi napravim
al' nekako najviše me boliš ti...


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nema više odgovora, previše je pitanja....

sve je postalo prazan hod, trčanje na mjestu...ne vidim smisla u malenim stvarima, ne vidim smisla u velikim podhvatima....nema poante u EU, nema poante u Bijeloj kući...a definitivno više nema smisla u svemu okolo mene...

i jedino što je ostalo, jest nada u beznađe....

a ako možete živjeti s tim, dobro....

ali ja ne mogu....


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~I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black~


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10.01.2007. u 11:56 | K | 27 | P | # | ^


~ANĐEO MAGLE~


i tako, ne znam da li ima još nekog prevelikog smisla pisati ovaj blog...nemam više vremena koliko bih željela, nemam više inspiracije...vidjet ću...trenutno sam u nekom čudnom raspoloženju, onom koje me primi samo nakon čitanja knjige....ah, kakva je tek ovo bila...Carlos Ruiz Zafon: SJENA VJETRA.....jednostavno se neću niti truditi opisivati ju, jer doživljaj te divote se ne može opisati, samo osjetiti (ok, ova rečenica je čista limunada : ))....nego, trk u knjižnicu i vjerujte mi da nećete požaliti....

a ja? hm, nekako je sve usporeno i prolazno...Nova godina? nemam nikakvih očekivanja, čemu moliti kad nitko ne sluša?.....i sada, savršeno sjetna, razmišljam o osobi, jedinoj koja mi nedostaje...i jedinoj koja mi je nešto značila...i počinjem se pitati, da li je on uopće čovjek, ili je bolest?

(shvatit ćete kada pročitate Zafona...)

ne znam gdje su mi prijatelji izgubili srce....ali preumorna sam (i naivna) da se ljutim....opraštam, već milijunti put za redom, opraštam i samo čekam novu priliku da to ponovno učinim...

ne da mi se zapitkivati, opet ću izgubiti odgovore u mraku pitanja....a znam da ih nikada nije ni bilo....


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citati iz knjige....

"Sudbina obično čeka već iza ugla. Kao lopov, kurva ili prodavač srećaka: njezina tri najčešća utjelovljenja. Ali u kućne posjete ne ide. Treba učiniti tih nekoliko koraka."

"Život je dovoljno težak i ako čovjek ne prakticira inkviziciju na samome sebi iz hobija."

"Katkad vjerujemo da su ljudi lutrijske srećke: da su tu kako bi ostvarili naše apsurdne snove."


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Hladna stvarnost

upoznao si me s anđelima
daleko, u zenitu mjesečeve svjetlosti
poklonio mi
minutu bez boli
mali trag nade
potpuni mir
izliječio si depresivno derište u meni
izvukao svu krv iz pulsirajućih vena
puneći me tekućim svjetlom

oh, miris ledene stvarnosti
ispunja mi nosnice truležom
dramaqueen
opet i iznova
ona je tvoj centar svemira,
a ti si moja imaginarna sreća
pazi, moja utopijo,
da ne bi tragedije postao lik
da ne bi vriskom izliječio ljubav


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>>I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here<<


04.01.2007. u 16:00 | K | 16 | P | # | ^


If I cut off your arms and cut off your leggs, would you still love me anyway?


ej ljudi....znam da me nije bilo dugo dugo, al evo gotova je škola, prošla sam s 5 tako da ću se od sad češće javljat : D.....evo vam dvije nove pjesme za početak, obećajem da ću komentirat više....i da, da li itko igra NOTPRON??????????? jer ja sam luda naprosto, ne mogu se odlijepit....pa ako netko igra, ili je igrao nek mi se obavezno javi, imam par pitanja.....by, wvas

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U naručju grimizne mašte

zavisna o potrebi
ovisna o boli
opet će pokušati
da zaboravi sve
čak i samu sebe,
da utopi rastrgane
komadiće mašte
u vječnom grimizu,
da preboli
tu prokletu čežnju
za utopijskim ostvarenjem,
da uništi sjećanje
ubije moždane stanice,
da više nikada
ne zamisli,
u naručju boli
svaki puta kada
poželi nestati
neka iznova poprimi
drugu osobnost
svoje podvojene
ličnost.



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Prašna tišina

pukla joj je nit
u rukama
ostala tek beživotna
dok kuglice su topaza
zazveckale,
rušeći trome
bedeme bestmrtnosti
spustila je pogled
zaustavila kretanje
samljela u prah i
posljednju ciglu što
u zidu je postojala.


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20.12.2006. u 14:40 | K | 9 | P | # | ^


I tried to give you up, but I'm addicted


Dinamizacija drugačije percepcije kreacije

Ti si moja savršena dimenzija
Prilagođenih proporcija
Ti si moja malena utopija
Uzbuđujućih mirisa
Ti si savršena kreacija
U svim mojim mizerijama
Ti si jedino pravilo
Geometrije mojeg života
Ti si konstantno rješenje
Svake moje jednadžbe
Ti si moj algoritamski obrazac
Moja gustoća i volumen
Ti si moj posljednji Mohikanac
Moj Quijote i moj Cvijet Zla
Ti si kisik
Zaboravim disati
Ti si voda kad
Poželim dehidrirati
Ti si krevet kad
Padam od umora
Ti si moja prva i
Zadnja misao
Moj sretan broj
I sedam ježevih kućica


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Kao prvo:pjesma se ne odnosi na nikog određenog, nastala je u zajebanciji i stresu izazvanom školom.....

Kao drugo: da li je itko pročitao knjigu SUMRAK od Stephenie Meyer???????????
Ako netko jest, neka se obavezno javi....

Jer, vidite, ja sam je jučer pročitala, tj, bolje rečeno grčevito držala u rukama,čak su mi i prsti poplavili lol, cijelo popodne ne želeći propustiti niti jednu sekundu, u strahu da se vratim u zbiljski svijet.....i sad sam totalno zaluđena.....i inače imam taj problem, previše se unesem među slova, tada za mene prestaje postojati stvarnost i realan svijet, ja se nalazim u knjizi, dišem skupa s njom, osjećam svaku opisanu riječ takvim intezitetom da me fizički boli....hm, jesam li luda? Dalo bi se raspljavati o tome, al mislim da je odgovor da, jesam, luda sam...pogotovo ako spomenem činjenicu da je moj idealan dečko opisan u liku Edwarda, u liku fenomenalnog savršensta, u liku vampira....hm, zbilja sam luda....samo se ja mogu >>zaljubiti<< u imaginarnu osobu iz knjige..i to u krvožednu zvijer kojom bake plaše malu djecu, ajde da je vilenjak ili nešto slično, još bi mi ostao mrvičak razuma, ali ovo je bome .....samo ja to mogu zamisliti tako da sve postane stvarno, samo ja mogu osjetiti mirise dok čitam, osjetiti dodir i vidjeti boje....zbilja mi treba stručna pomoć....

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>>Muse-Time is running out
you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me<<


16.11.2006. u 14:32 | K | 17 | P | # | ^


LOVE DOESN`T LOVE ME


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Evo iskreno: u kurcu sam, al totalno...opet je sve počelo ići loše i sve gore i gore...opet ležim u mraku i ne vidim svjetlo na kraju tunela, samo vidim jebeni vlak kako dolazi prema meni natovaren novim problemima i životnom ironijom...ovaj je tjedan bio za apsolutno ubojstvo, svakim danom primala sam još jedan udarac, još jedan ožiljak, još jednom i tako unedogled.
Prvo sam se ko zadnja glupača napila neki dan samo da izbrišem psihičku bol, da zaboravim, da se ne trebam odmah suočiti s činjenicom da su se jedna vrata zatvorila predamnom, i to da su se zalupila s treskom! A onda sam još i veće sranje napravila, zajebala frendice i svoj odnos s njima, zajebala sve što se dalo...
E da, pa sam se išla petljat s drugim dečkom, a znam da ne smijem, al sam htjela preboljet ona zatvorena vrata pa sam opet razmišljala o nekome koga nikad neću imati...e, pa sam se posvađala s njim na mrtvo ime, al onako zauvijek, sad se ispričavam ko luda, ali on ne reagira i pizdim, i pizdim, i pizdim jer mi fali.....
Pa sam ječer opet poželjela nešto što ne smijem imati, mogu ali mi nije dopušteno, samo da zaboravim na kretena broj 2....
Da, u kurcu sam....sorryte što ne komentiram, obećajem da hoću uskoro...sutra je škola, nisam učila apsolutno ništa, ....neda mi se više ništa, opet ništa...
Nema pjesme, nemogu pisati, previše sam ljuta....nemogu više ništa....
Kao da nisam vrijedna sreće.....


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Oh I hate them, Ma! Oh I hate them, Pa!
Oh I hate them all for what they went and done to you
Oh Lord Oh my Lord
Oh Lord
How have I offended thee?
Wrap your tender arms round me
Oh Lord Oh Lord
Oh My Lord


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05.11.2006. u 14:29 | K | 6 | P | # | ^


Where has my heart gone, trapped in the eyes of a stranger?


Osveta
Uništila sam tvoju želju
Izjedi sam sebe
Razbila sam tvoje laži
Sakupi ih mislima
Kamenovala primarni uzrok
Da nikada više ne uspiješ
Ne cvili dušo,
Ovo je moja osveta

Zakopala sam te
Duboko u beznađe
Neka te uguši smrdljiva
Voda tvojih psovki
Ispisala ti žiletom
Po tijelu
Sva njihova imena
Ne plači srce,
Ovo je moja osveta

Smijala sam se kada si plakao
Plakala kad si se smijao
Podrezala sam ti krila
Razvratni sine Dedalov
Oprala ti rane solju
I vrućom vodom,
Okupala te u grimizu
Tvoje vlastite krvi
Ne vrišti dragi,
Nitko te ne čuje

I nemam više ništa
Za reći
Što nisam rekla
Već prije
Za sva tvoja
Filozofiranja,
Lažne nade
I trula obećanja
Ovo je moja osveta.

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~You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
...
You lying, trying waste of space
...
Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those ,
Blessed with lucky sevens ,
And the voice that made me cry .
My Oh My~


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19.10.2006. u 15:47 | K | 10 | P | # | ^


Povijest boli egzistiranja


obojala je usne
usamljenom bojom,
spustila rolete

zapisala:
rukujte se. predstavljam ti oporuku živog
svijeta. ostavljam ti svo potrošeno vrijeme.
sav pepeo uzaludnih riječi i beznadnih misli.
sve sitnice izgubljene mladosti. prepuštam ti
povijest svoje boli egzistiranja. ali te molim spali
svaki dokaz mojeg postojanja, pusti neka
plačem još samo u tebi.

obukla je čarape,
pogledala seriju,
pojela čokoladu
i zaspala.
zauvijek zaspala.


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~Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In her tomb...in bloom

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I've decorated like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won't let himself be


Down in a hole, losin my soul
Down in a hole, losin control
I'd like to fly...
But my wings have been so denied~

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07.10.2006. u 14:17 | K | 11 | P | # | ^


"Amor nije amor, zlato je amor"


evo, budući da nemam pametniju ideju i u groznom nedostatku vremena objavit ću jedan tekst koji je ubiti moja prošlogodišnja zadaća iz hrvatskog...i sorryte što ne komentiram...puse svima =)

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„Amor nije amor, zlato je amor.“ Rečenica Marina Držića koja me se, osobno, najviše dojmila. Makar je to komedija iz 16.st., mislim da ovom mišlju sa velikom sigurnošću može opisati današnji moderan svijet.
Danas su ljudi postavili novac i materijalno iznad svih moralnih vrijednosti i zakona. Više nikakvo značenje u ovoj slobodno bi mogla reći okrutnoj stvarnosti, nemaju vrline poput pravednosti, poštenja i empatije. Čovjek si je kao primarni cilj postavio moć i slavu. A da bi do njih došao ne preza ni pred čim. Koristi ucjene, potkupljivanja, te čak stavlja i ljudske žrtve na svoj oltar moći. Malene, poštene, vrijedne osobe ostaju zgažene u stampedu podivljalih egoista, zasljepljenih zlatnim sjajem konačnog dobitka.
Sreća je postala preskupa. Nikog više ne ispunjavaju toplinom sitnice poput stare, već pomalo izbjedjele fotografije ili šetnja u zoru ulicama utopljenim u miris tek ispečenog kruha.
A ljubav? Ona se umotala u sloj licemjerja i lažnih obećanja. Svi je gledaju kroz pohlepu, pažljivo kalkulirajući i planirajući buduće poteze. Postala je samo još jedna briga više, tek jedan kamen na leđima koji smeta u ostvarenju snova. Ali, ima još ljudi koji na nju gledaju čistim, nevinim očima. Nekima je ona i dalje izvor sreće, slobode i mira. Samo se nadam da oni neće ostati zgaženi u prašini. Nadam se da će opstati.


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I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night


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21.09.2006. u 17:10 | K | 19 | P | # | ^


~I`m walking on PINS and NEEDLES~


Nisam dobro, nisam ni loše...nekako sam: čudno....bježim iz stvarnosti negdje daleko, u jednu zemlju, predaleko....

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/ja sam tu/bačena u more prolivene krvi/grimizne tekućine što me natapa/sve su to srca Njegove vojske/sve su to ostaci ljubavi/a to su pokrila malena stopala/ milijuni prstiju trgaju površinu/oh, zar zbilja? / i opet/zbilja i ljubav/u moru plutaju prazna srca/olupine ljubavi/oh, samo šupljine/samo su to sve isprazne laži/odnekud, miris kokosa i spaljene kose/vrišti/trgaj/lomi/zapali mi kožu/slomi stakla/uroni u to/u laž/boli/smrdi/peče/spali, zapali/nije fer/ljubav je u praznim srcima/

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That it's worth the pain, always take the blame
For all your own insecurities
How did I ever let you go?

I'm walking on pins and needles


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14.09.2006. u 18:57 | K | 15 | P | # | ^


Perivoj prolupalih snova



...novi post, nova pjesma, novi dizajn, ništa pametno...
ostavila sam icq i msn u boxu, ako me netko nešto treba ili se samo želi javiti, slobodno izvolite...: )
...evo pjesmica jedna ili bi barem trebala biti....

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Perivoj prolupalih snova

iza nas: vječnost šutnje
ispred nas: perivoj prolupalih snova
primi me za ruku
krenimo ubrati luđačke snove
mi, okupani posljednom
nijansom izgubljenog razuma
stani.
čekaj.
moram odrediti granice prostora
točku s koje bi mogli pasti
ne budemo li pazili


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05.09.2006. u 17:42 | K | 21 | P | # | ^


Azurne oči Svijeta


Evo me opet, vratih se;ovdje gdje anđeli ljube demone....falili ste mi, al bilo mi je lijepo jako lijepo na moru...odmorila sam se, bila sam sretna (bar se nadam)...par sam dana bila neprepoznatljiva, neka nova osoba, nažalost izgubila sam dio te vedrine vrativši se u stvarnost, al it is what it is...=)

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Duboko zahvaljujem na komentarima...hvala vam...

Evo jedne pjesmice, sretne i agresivne...ljubim vas, uživajte

Azurne Oči Svijeta

Tako je umiruće
Gledati oblake kao klize
Azurnom površinom stakla
Kako bih voljela,
Samo na trene,
Rasparati tu čistoću
Rastrgati beskraj na komadiće
Samo malim potezom nokta
Oh, kako bih voljela
Da padnu na mene
Raskomadani dijelovi neba
Rasparane kapi savršenih oblaka
Kako bih željela,
Da se po meni prospe
Cijeli svemir, i dalje
Sve do bisernih zvijezda
Neka me obuhvati,
Neka me utopi,
Oh, kako bih voljela
Biti zauvijek izgubljena
U zagrljaju stropa svijeta


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28.08.2006. u 18:25 | K | 17 | P | # | ^


Di che cosa c` innamoriamo, cara mio?


Naslov, hm naslov znači „U što se zaljubljujemo, dragi moj?“...i nema nikakve veze sa postom, al jebiga kao da znam odgovor na to pitanje...možda, u ništa?

Evo već para dana visim na kompu samo čitam vaše umotvorine i komentiram, bez ikakve želje za osobnim izričajem...al odlučila sam ipak nešto napisat, ne obećajem da će biti imalo suvislo ili da će uopće imati ikakav smisao, al nisam li uvijek takva?

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Neki dan me jedna osoba
( „But all things move toward their end/All things move toward their their end/On that you can be sure“) pitala odakle mi inspiracija za pjesme...i nisam znala odgovoriti, pa sam se zapitala...zbilja, odakle meni inspiracija za nešto toliko nesuvislo da to ponekad ni ja sama ne razumijem baš najbolje?

samo sam sigurna u jednu činjenicu, a to je da sam sve što sam stavila na papir napisala u nekom mračno/tužno/živčano/depresivno/bijesnom raspoloženju..oh, zaboravih; u tjeskobi i potpunoj samoći...samo u trenucima kad se ne bojm ostati sama sa sobom, svojim mislima i snovima...samo onda mogu pisati, možda pod pritiskom podsvijesti možda u traženju nekog puta puta prema boljem cilju...ili puta prema dolje, prema krajnjem uništenju?

Jer već se dugo borim sa time da definiram sebe samu, al ta borba izgleda nikada neće završiti...jer nedavno sam shvatila (ili se barem nadam da jesam) da ja jednostavno ne mogu biti sretna...ne zbiljski iskreno potpuno sretna...i nije stvar u životu i problemima u koje me dovodi i izvodi, nije stvar u tome da mi se ništa lijepo ne događa...jer ima i onih kojima nije potrebno baš ništa specijalno da bi osjećali ushit, tu dragocijenu notu radosti...a ja ne mogu biti iskreno sretna čak ni kada je sve u najboljem redu...

shvatila sam to tek nedavno, shvatila sam da sam izgubila poantu, cilj kojem sam težila od pamtivijeka..oduvijek, moja je želja bila biti voljenom, samo na trenutak osjećati da je nešto posvećeno meni...a kada se to i dogodilo shvatila sam da ni tada nisam sretna, ne nisam bila sretna... potajice sam željela ponovno osjećati bol, žudjela sam za nijemom utjehom praznog papira i besmislenih riječi pjesama...žalila sam za svojom prijateljicom depresivom, svojim tjeskobnim rečenicama...ah, puste želje mojeg mazohističkog ega...Bože, ne misli on ozbiljno...

~...picture I`m a dreamer
I`ll take you deeper
down to the sleepy glow...~


ta ista osoba pitala me da li su pjesme posvećene nekome...al ovaj sam odgovor znala, bilo je to kratko ne...a on mi ne vjeruje da nisu o nekome, nekome posebnom...

ali u to sam sigurna, to je jedino u što je moja podvojena ličnost sigurna, to je jedino ne koje moj alter ego ne može promijeniti...

a opet, komu sam ih onda pisala??

Za snove/iluzije/maštu?

Za ljubav?

~The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon~


ne znam,zaista nemogu shvatiti samu sebe..

samo me strah, da nije stvar u tome što ne pišem pjesme realnim osobama, možda je stvar u tome da mi do nikoga nije stalo toliko da mu posvetim riječi, njih, tako moćne...?

ili, ili mi je previše stalo?


~...the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything,
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black...~


Već dugo nisam napisala ništa u što sam uložila osjećaje, već neko vrijeme se osjećam kao bezosjećajna ljuska...kao nešto što nikad nisam bila, ja melankolično derište, pa najednom toliko hladna?

~...What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end...~


Ne znam...oh, toliko sam već puta ponovila te dvije riječi da se počinjem osjećati kao glupača, al stvarno ne znam što mi je, što se desilo s mojim snovima i mojim životom...

Kao da je sve nestalo...


~...If NOTHING is EVERYTHING, I`ll have it ALL...~

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evo, da samo malo nadopunim post...idem na more i tamo sam cijeli 8. mjesec (bez interneta...šmrc)...falit ćete mi vi i vaši divni komentari...

ali, jebiga vidjet ćemo se opet, tamo gdje anđeli ljube demone...

sve vas volim, uživajte, puse...


~...I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could...~


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24.07.2006. u 19:16 | K | 42 | P | # | ^


How loud can silence get?


Hey, čuješ li me?
uzaludno,
razgovaram s tvojim očima
Ne prčkaj po rupama u sjećanju
poništi prošlost,
siluj Budućnost.
Nervoza mi se sakrila u kosu,
dim zapetljan među trepavicama.
Opet si pretjerao,
hajde isperi sa sebe
miris prženog mjeseca
i utihnulih grobova.


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...I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything...


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17.07.2006. u 22:51 | K | 20 | P | # | ^


Slomljeni smiješak


umotana u svilu bolne čežnje,
ona vrti u rukama bisere
punjene uspomenama
na bezgrešno djetinjstvo
izula je cipele/zaboravila zatvoriti
vrata/zazvati izgubljeni razum
krvave su bile njegove oči
kada je vidio,
u harmoniji zalaska,
u kaleidoskopu svjetlosti
kada je vidio slomljeni smiješak
nje, savršene...


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p.s. ne pišem novi post dok se ne udostojite ostavit 30 komentara (hm, znači nikad ga neću napisat...)...: )


06.07.2006. u 12:55 | K | 33 | P | # | ^


I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you...


...evo vratih se ja s mora...još u ponedjeljak, al nisam stigla ništa pisat...bilo je super, malo sam pocrnila, kupala se, uživala...

dosadno mi je za krepat, pa provodim ove paklene dane čitajući ko manijak, s "Lounge Act" na repeatu i (nemojte se čudit) gledajući nogomet...totalno sam otkačila, znam cijelu postavu brazilaca napamet (frik)....oćito me vrućina pošteno lupila u glavu...al kad je Kaka tako zgodan da stvarno nemam pametnijeg posla nego buljit u tv...

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Nirvana-Lounge Act

And I've got this friend, you see
Who makes me feel and I
Wanted more than I could steal
I'll arrest myself, I'll wear a shield
I'll go out of my way to prove I still
Smell her on you


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29.06.2006. u 12:46 | K | 12 | P | # | ^


"...samo DEMONI bude se iz stakla..."


ugušena beskrajem stvari
za koje nije bilo riječi
stojim sama,
gledam svijest kako odlazi,
smije mi se u lice, podmuklo,
i odlazi, ponovno
i zauvijek odlazi

leže mi pod nogama
zahrđali noževi,
razbijene oči,
smrskane do čiste bijele
kraljice boli,
kucaju mi u glavi
utvare vječnosti,
nada i užas praznine

stojim sama,
gledam sebe kako nestajem
lagano, u tišini
blijedim sa zorom
utopljenom u ocean destrukcije


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nabavila sam si Siddhartu...yupi, CD je jebeno fenomenalan!!!...ipak nije sve tako crno, idem sutra na more, gotova je škola, ipak ne može sve zauvijek bit mračno...ajde ljudi moji, uživajte i za mene...ljubim vas i voli puno...pufe...


Siddharta-Male Roke

...Zdaj ne vidi se vrhov za nas
vedno bolj oddaljen je svet
Ni besed ki bi stopile moč
ta pogled izda vse te lepote

A ne vemo, kaj je to
ko izginjajo napake
In vse ostalo...

(Nimamo več oblakov nad sabo nimamo več oblasti nad njo
Velike učke rišejo slavo gledajo kod so doma)...


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17.06.2006. u 15:41 | K | 21 | P | # | ^


Meskalin


Osjećam se ko zadnja glupača... ali ne zbog sebe nego zbog njih, oni su me učinili takvom. Koda da bi meni bilo toliko krivo zbog tog prosjeka 4,2 al kad mi svi počnu solit pamet ili mi nabijat osjećaj krivice. Svi mi se obraćaju onim tonom ala-vidiš-pa-sama-si-si-kriva-šta-si-glupa-i-lijena ili me kritiziraju ("ah, da si samo malo više truda uložila..."). Pa dobro, SAMA sam si kriva, zato me ostavite SAMU sa MOJIM ocjenama!!! Prekinite mi nabijat na nos vaše prosjeke. OSTAVITE ME NA MIRU!!! Vi prokleti lešinari, vi koji se hranite mojom boli. samo se izgubite, odletite, odapnite, nije mi briga, nije mi stalo, ostavite me samu da trunem u zagrljaju 4,2...nije mi stalo, samo se gonite, samo već jednom ZAČEPITE!!!!

zatvorite zauvijek ta vaša licemjerna usta, umuknite jer nije mi stalo, neću vam pokazati da mi jest stalo, ne želim da imate još jedan razlog da me sažaljevate, da me vrijeđate. Neću vam ništa reći, jesam, jesam slaba, ali jebiga to vama neću pokazati. Slaba sam, debela, glupa, luda, ali sasvim sam zadovoljna. Neću vam to pokazati, ne želim da znate kako mi je, ne želim vaše sažalne poglede i licemjerne osmijehe.

znam da me nitko neće tješiti, zašto bi vam išta rekla, da opet shvatim da se samo pretvarate da vam je stalo? Kad znam da vam nije stalo, glumice jedne, proklete dvolične glumice. Stalo vam je samo do vas i vaših kraljevskih guzica, do vaših ocjena, VI ULIZICE. Empatija? Ma kurac vi znate što je to, kurac ste vi ikad osjećale suosjećanje prema ikome, jer na prvom mjestu je mjestu vaša sreća, vaša noć i moć, vaše ruke i muke, vaš mobitel. Vi ste kraljice, vama se svi klanjaju, a vi samo posprdno gledate gazeći male mrave, VI OHOLICE.

Vi ćete uspjeti, uspjet ćete, o da hoćete, sa svojim taticama i vezicama,, popet ćete se na vrh, meni se u lice smijati, trubiti iz novog auta sa plaćom predsjednika, smijat ćete mi se, ali ja ću se osmjehnuti natrag jer ja sam slaba za vas, ali ja sam jaka u svemu što volim i ja jedina znam da ste vi, kraljice, oholice, damice i ulizice, ja jedina znam da ste sve vi ROĐENE DA BI UMRLE!


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13.06.2006. u 18:46 | K | 15 | P | # | ^


Plastika


03.06. u ponoć se desilo nešto što mi je uljepšalo ovaj mizeran život...moja friknuta purgerica mi je javila da je na MTV Adrii premijera novog spota od moje ljubljene Siddharte....pa sam čekala 00:00 da to vidim...i pjesma je FENOMENALNA, spot je totalan lol, a pjevač je jebeno zgodan.....čekam novi CD već dvije godine, i sad ga opet neću moć nabavit...: (....
p.s. ako neko zna di da skinem Plastiku, nek mi javi...

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Siddharta...Plastika

Samozvan mini bog
polira geste vadi slog
No spontan za humor a delno tog
Nekaterim nekaterim
proda nasvet za lep izgled
Masterotip gleda te

A dela dih
a dela gen za ples fatal
A zgleda to
kar delajo čista plastika

Zanimiv je zalet
ko izpod krila vidi sled
Zanimivo kako ga jebe led
Nekatere nekatere
Stoje smeje gladijo noge
aristocrack jih podre

Prevara bi elito napolnila z afero
Mi raje dame sanj zlate piccole amore
Prevara bi eliti zaplavala v žrelo
Zadeli bomo sami naše piccole amore

Kriv je um kriv je hrup
Dolg je obračun
Trden led je vedno bolj segret
Krila vsa strgana
Kriza žge pepel
Maske so popadale na tla

Prevara bi elito napolnila z afero
Mi raje dame sanj zlate piccole amore
Prevara bi eliti zaplavala v žrelo
Zadeli bomo sami naše piccole amore
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SIDDHARTA
PEARL JAM
URBAN
NICK CAVE
SIX PACK
ALICE IN CHAINS
FROM AUTUMN TO ASHES
THE USED
SOMETHING CORPORATE
GUNS `N` ROSES
ERA
HIM
DEPECHE MODE
JOHNNY CASH
GUANO APES
NIRVANA
RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS
THE CRANBERRIES
FRANZ FERDINAND
GORRILAZ
FOO FIGHTERS
PINK FLOYD
THE EAGLES
DIRE STRAITS
RADIOHEAD
MASSIVE ATTACK
VIOLENT FEMMES
ANIMALS
VATRA
DALEKA OBALA
GARBAGE
STAIND
EVANESCENCE
SIOUXE AND THE BANSHEES
TALKING HEADS
ROLLING STONES
FINCH
BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE
U2
MANDO DIAO
R.E.M.
THE CLASH
AZRA
RAMIREZ
JANIS JOPLIN
JEFFERSON AIRPLANE
SYSTEM OF A DOWN
SMASHING PUMPKINS


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Johnny Cash...Hurt
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way


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Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds...Death Is Not The End
When you're sad and when you're lonely
And you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you held sacred
Falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When you're standing on the crossroads
That you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished
And you don't know what's up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When the storm clouds gather round you
And heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there's no-one there to comfort you
With a helping hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
For the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation
Up in dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
With the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
When you search in vain to find
Some law-abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end


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Six Pack...Nekako najviše me boliš ti

k'o vrabac kišu predosjetim
saplit će život da me podsjeti
da skoro će kraj da je šareni zmaj
jaći od konca mog sretnog djetinjstva.

i ne bih nikad rekao frka
u praznom dzepu kad zbuni se ruka
samo ti trepni kao da me razumiješ
i cijela priča imat ce smisla.

ne boli me kad se drugi nasmiju
sta oni znaju sem da laju i puze
ali me boli kad nemaš ideju
šta da mi šapneš kada naviru suze.

boli me žulj u čizmi ludih skitnica
boli me muk svih onih napuštenih ružnih ulica
bole me rane koje samom sebi napravim
al' nekako najviše me boliš ti.

u gradu što se nikad neće zvati mojim
previše mislim, dakle jedva da postojim
makar me slaži da me stvarno razumiješ
kad dirnem zvekir na grudima tvojim.


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The Misfits...Helena
If I cut off your arms
and cut off your legs
Would you still love me
anyway?
If you're bound and
you're gagged,
draped and displayed
Would you still love me
anyway?
Cutting with the knife
blood is spilling everywhere
She will be my wife
Secondary spine,
incisions must be accrute
I know just what to do
My hands are trembing
I can't spare to slip up
with this knife
Her beauty so illogical
The beast come gliding in
Hideous chameleon stripped down
to her skin
Dance to the burning flame
Pleasure exhumes the pain
The night bursts into flames
Dance Helena Dance
If I cut off your arms and
I cut off ur legs
would you still love me anyway?
There's a spot on the floor
where your limbs used to be
and I close the door
on my Fantasies
Why don't you love me anyway?
Helena!


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Muse...Escape
You would say anything
You would try anything
To escape your meaningless
And your insignificance
You're uncontrolable
And we are unloveable

And I don’t want you to think that I care
I never would
I never could
Again

Why can’t you just love her?
Why be such a monster?
You bully from a distance
Your brain needs some assistance

But I’ll still take all the blame
'Cause you and me are both one and the same
And it's driving me mad
And it's driving me mad
I’ll take back all the things that I said
I didn't realise I was always talking to the living dead

And I don’t want you to think that I care
I never would
I never could
Again

You would say anything
You would try anything
To escape your meaningless
And your insignificance


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Audioslave...I Am The Highway
Pearls and swine bereft of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

Friends and liars don't wait for me
I'll get on all by myself
I put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night


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Evanescence...Call Me When You're Sober

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.


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Six Pack...Olovke Izlomljenog Srca

još jedan tužan dan
i sve podsjeća na san
di probudi me netko u stvarno boli
al nema nikoga
osim hladnog odjeka
i čudnih mirisa u mojoj sobi
i nitko nije kriv
da li kriv sam što sam živ
no volio bih samo da smo jednaki pred bogom
u ljubav vjerujem, možda i pretjerujem
možda trebalo je
ranije da popričam sa tobom
da zajurim strah
kako uplašiti mrak
moje oružje su olovke
izlomljenog srca
no prevarit ću sve
kad stavim cvikere
u grudima mi bomba sporije kuca
oći ko u psa
to sam kao novi ja
možda bezvezan
i vijeran svojim željama
al, ne dodiruj dno
pazi, bit će prekasno
ako čekanje me pretvori u nekog drugog


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Muse...Time Is Running Out

I think I'm drowning
asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
that you've created

you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
but I'm addicted

now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation
you'd never dream of
breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this?
ooooohh

you will suck the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?
ooooohh


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The All-American Rejects...It Ends Tonight

Your suddleties
They strangle me
I can’t explain myself at all.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don’t want to need at all.

The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can’t explain what you can’t explain.
You're finding things that you didn’t know
I look at you with such distain

The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It’s too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Now I’m on my own side
It’s better than being on your side
It’s my fault when you're blind
It’s better that I see it through your eyes

All these thoughts locked inside
Now you’re the first to know


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Billy Talent...Red Flag
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Well I've never seen us act like this
Our only hope is the minds of kids
And they'll show us a thing or two

Our only weapons are the guns of youth
It's only time before they tighten the noose
Then the hunt will be on for you

The Red Flag waving never meant the same
no...
The Red Flag waving never meant the same

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Like the smallest bee packs a sting
Like a pawn checkmates a King
We'll attack at the crack of dawn

Build a ladder if there's a wall
Don't be afraid to slip and fall
Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you

The Red Flag waving never meant the same
no...
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
Go!

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

Like a fire
Don't need water
Like a jury
Needs a liar
Like a riot
Don't need order
Like a Madman
Needs a martyr

We don't need them

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday

(We don't need them, we don't need them) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
(We don't need them, we don't need them) The Red Flag waving never meant the same
(We don't need them, we don't need them) The kids of tomorrow don't need today
(We don't need them, we don't need them) When they live in the sins of yesterday

We don't need them


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Audioslave...Be Yourself
Someone falls to pieces
sleepin all alone
someone kills the pain
spinning in the silence
to finally drift away
someone gets excited
in a chapel yard
catches a bouquet
another lays a dozen white roses on a grave

to be yourself is all that you can do
to be yourself is all that you can do

someone finds salvation in everyone
and another only fame
someone tries to hide themself
down inside their selfish brain
someone swears his true love
until the end of time
another runs away
separate or united?
healthy or insane?

to be yourself is all that you can do
to be yourself is all that you can do
to be yourself is all that you can do
to be yourself is all that you can do

you can be fading out
and pulled apart
or been in love
every single memory of
could have been faces of love
don't lose any sleep tonight
i'm sure everything will end up alright
you may win love

but to be yourself is all that you can do
to be yourself is all that you can do


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Something Corporate...Konstantine

I can't imagine all the people that you know
And the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low
And I don't understand
All the things you've seen
But I'm slipping in between
You and your big... dreams
it's always you in my big dreams

And you tell me
That it's over
Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover
And you're restless
And I'm naked
You've got to get out
You can't stand to see me shaking
no, could you let me go
I didn't think so

and you don't want to be here in the future
So you say
the present's just a pleasant
Interruption to the past
And you don't want to look much closer
'Cause you're afraid to find out all this hope
That you had sent into the sky by now had... crashed
and it did because of me

And then you bring me home
Afraid to find out that you're alone, no
And I'm sleeping in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live

I had these dreams, in them I learned to play guitar
Maybe cross the country
Become a rockstar
And there was hope in me
That I could take you there
But damn it you're so young
But I don't think I care
and if I hurt you then i'm sorry
please don't think that this was easy

And then you bring me home
'Cause we both know what it's like to be alone, no
And I'm dreaming in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live

And Konstantine is walking down the stairs
Doesn't she look good
Standing in her underwear?
And I was thinking, what I was thinking
But we've been drinking
And it doesn't get me anywhere

My Konstantine came walking down the stairs
And all that I could do
Was touch her long blonde hair
And I've been thinking
It hurts me thinking
That these nights when we were drinking
No they never got us anywhere, no

This is because I can spell konfusion with a K
And I can like it
It's to dying in anothers arms
and why i had to try it
It's to jimmy eat world
and those nights in my car
when the first star you see
may not be a star
I'm not your star
Isn't that what you said?
what you thought this song meant

And if this is what it takes
just to lie with my mistakes
and live with what I did to you
All the hell I put you through
I always catch the clock it's 11:11
And now you want to talk
it's not hard to dream
You'll always be my Konstantine
My Konstantine

They'll never hurt you like I do
No, They'll never hurt you like I do
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No

This is to a girl who got into my head
with all the pretty things she did
Hey, You know, you keep me up in bed
This is to a girl who got into my head
with all these fucked up things I did
Hey maybe baby, you could keep me up in bed
My Konstantine

Spin around me like a dream
We played out on this movie screen
And I said,
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you

I miss you

And then you bring me home
And we'll go to sleep but this time not alone, no No,
And then you'll kiss me in your living room, oh
I know you miss me in your living room
Cause these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room
We don't have much room
I said, does anybody need that room?
Because we all need a little more room
To live

...My Konstantine.


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Jefferson Airplane...White Rabbit
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"


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From Autumn To Ashes...Autumns Monologue
Oh why cant I be what you need
a new improved version of me
but i'm nothing so good
no i'm nothing
just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs
of violence of love and of sorrow
i beg for just one more tomorrow
where you hold me down fold me in
deep deep deep in the heart of your sins

I break in two over you
I break in two
And each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life
But you dont see me, you dont...

here i'm in between darkness and light
bleached and blinded by these nights
where im tossing and tortured til dawn
by you, visions of you then youre gone
the shock lifts the red from my face
when i hear someone's taking my place
how could love be so thoughtless, so cruel
when all, all that i did was for you

i break in two over you
i break in two
and each piece of me dies
and only you can give the breath of life
but you dont see me you dont..

i break in two over you
i break in two
and each piece of me dies
and only you can give the breath of life
but you dont see me you don't...

i break in two over you
i break in two over you, over you
i break in two
i would break in two for you
now you see me
now you don't
now you need me
now you don't


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Siddharta...Naiven Ples
Kadar srce boli britve režejo
vratove do krvi trupla padajo
a na koncu spere dež vse poražene
prepih v žilah le stre ljudi in umaže pesti
Ta naiven zadnji ples ne bo nam dal peres
le grozljive slike pred ime
in nazaj korakov ni le kraj
koder tema je kraljica saj
Trpljenje pije znoj in solzi oči
težko je bit heroj iz objestnosti
ni treba žlice gret in žret vseh teh tablet
v glavi sproži plaz in za zmeraj ustavi nam čas
Zdaj umira na dežju nikogar ni nikjer
zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir
in krvavo bo meso spomin ohranjalo
na jesen ko mu je dih ustavilo.
Ta naiven zadnji ples ne bo nam dal peres
le grozljive slike pred ime
in nazaj korakov ni le kraj
koder tema je kraljica saj
Zdaj umira na dežju nikogar ni nikjer
zdaj je sam In zanj ostaja le nemir
in krvavo bo meso spomin ohranjalo
na jesen ko mu je dih ustavilo…


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Pearl Jam...Black
Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas,
untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
as her body once did
All five horizons revolved
around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black,
tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts
that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
(note the lack of question mark)
All the pictures have all been washed in black,
tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am,
all I’ll ever be...yeah...

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine


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The Used...A Box Full Of Sharp Objects
It's our time to shine through the down
glorified by what is ours
We've fallen in love
We've fallen in love
It was the best idea I ever had

Today I fell and felt better
Just knowing this matters
I just feel stronger and sharper
Found a box of sharp objects
What a beautiful....
Today I fell and felt better
Just knowing this matters
I just feel stronger and sharper!!!
Found a box of sharp objects
What a beautiful thing!!!

Today I fell and felt better
Just knowing this matters
I just feel stronger and sharper!!!
Found a box of sharp objects
What a beautiful thing!!!

Sick!!!

Do you want a song of glory?
Well I`m fucking screaming at you!!!

It's our time to shine through the down
glorified by what is ours
We've fallen in love
We've fallen in love
It was the best idea I ever had!!!

Today I fell and felt better
Just knowing this matters
I just feel stronger and sharper!!!
Found a box of sharp objects
What a beautiful...
Today I fell and felt better
Just knowing this matters
I just feel stronger and sharper!!!
Found a box of sharp objects
What a beautiful thing...
Found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful
...box of sharp objects what a beautiful thing!!!


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Nick Cave...People Ain't No Good
People just ain't no good
I think that's welll understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good

We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made pour vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds

The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good

Seasons came, Seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit
People just ain't no good

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all


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Urban...Spelujem Ti Ispriku
spelujem ti ispriku
dobio sam zabranu
šaputanja i mrmljanja
opomenu izbora...

nakon dugih šutanja
povučen sasvim duboko
ne pamtim razlog durenju...

zaljepljen za kuteve
rasklimane stolice
zaustavljen u traženju
spelujem ti ispriku
za svaku malu laž...

nepokretnih koraka
stojim ti nad posteljom
prizivam da ostaneš
prizivam da ostaneš
spelujem ti ispriku
za svaku malu laž

svojih ruku pravim omču
da se objesim za tebe
objesim za tebe
za riječi crtam usne
za glas ti pišem uši
da li dišeš dok te ljubim
da li znaš da te gušim...

nepokretnih koraka
stojim ti nad posteljom
prizivam da ostaneš

prizivam da ostaneš
pod svom težinom tračeva
na putu svojih predaka
ispod lica skrivena
gdje zauvijek ja
spelujem ti ispriku
za svaku novu laž


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Judas Priest...Angel
Angel - put sad wings around me now
Protect me from this world of sin
So that we can rise again

Oh angel - we can find our way somehow
Escaping from the world we're in
To a place where we began

And I know we'll find
A better place and peace of mind
Just tell me that it's all you want - for you and me
Angel won't you set me free

Angel remember how we'd chase the sun
Then reaching for the stars at night
As our lives had just begun

When I close my eyes I hear your velvet wings and cry
I'm waiting here with open arms - oh can't you see
Angel shine your light on me

Oh angel will we meet once more - I'll pay
When all my sins are washed away
Hold me inside your wings and stay
Oh! Angel take me away

Put sad wings around me now
Angel take me far away
Put sad wings around me now
So that we can rise again


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Charles Baudelaire

PROKLETNICE

Djevice, demoni, mučenice bijedne!
U preziru zbilje i njezinih uza
Sve beskraja žedne: razbludne il` čedne
Čas krikova pune, a čas pune suza
Nad vašim se paklom, nujno nadnesena
Grči moja duša: žali vas i voli
Jer ko oganj peče žeđ neutažena
Srca vaša-urne ljubavi i boli!

UNiŠTENJE
Odvodi me tako od božjeg oka,
Skršena-bez daha, daleko, sve dalje
U pustinje čame, u grotla duboka

Pa u oči moje, smućene od bdijena
Baca žive rane, zagađene halje
Krvave i strašne sprave Uništenja!

SMRT LJUBAVNIKA

Divani će naši bit mirisa puni
Duboki ko rake, s ležajima mekim
Na stalvima cvijeće što se tiho truni
Procvjetalo za nas pod nebom dalekim...

A u veče modro nadnaravna sjaja
Jedan ćemo blijesak izmijenit jedini
Kao dugi jecaj u znak oproštaja;
Odškiruvši vrata, tad Anđel će ući
Da radosnom kretnjom oživi u tmini
Ogledala mutna i ugasle luči.


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Edgar Allan Poe

ANNABEL LEE


Prije mnogo i mnogo godina,
U carstvu kraj mora to bi,
Djeva je živjela, koju su zvali
Imenom Annabel Lee;
S tek jednom je živjela mišlju:
Da voli, i da se volimo mi.
Bio sam dijete i bila je dijete

-U carstvu kraj mora to bi-
Al više no ljubavlju mi smo se ljubili,
Ja i Annabel Lee-
I zbog toga nebeski krilati serafi
Bili su zavidni.

I to je razlog što jednom davno
-U carstvu kraj mora to bi-
Vjetar se spusti iz oblaka, noću,
Sledivši moju Annabel Lee.
I došli su plemeniti rođaci njeni,
Meni je oteli,
Da je zatvore u grobnicu tamnu
U tom carstvu, što kraj mora bi.

Zavidjeli su nam anđeli s neba,
-Ni upola sretni ko mi-
Da! To je razlog (kao što znaju
U tom crstvu kraj mora svi)
Što noću je vjetar iz oblaka došo
I sledio Annabel Lee.

Al ljubav nam bila je jača od ljubavi mnogih
Što stariji bili neg mi-
I mudriji mnogo neg mi-
I niti anđeli, gore na nebu,
Ni podmorski demoni zli,
Ne mogu mi razdvojiti dušu od duše
Lijepe Annabel Lee.

Jer mi ne bljesne mjesec, da sne ne donese
O lijepoj Annabel Lee;
Kada zvijezde se stvore, vidim kako gore
Tek oči Annabel Lee.
Tako ležim pored svoje drage do zore,
Svoje drage, -drage-života i mlade,
U njezinoj grobnici uz more,
U njenom grobu uz šumorno more.


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Antun Gustav Matoš

U VRTU

U mraku žubor, vrelo - slušaj, dušo:
To izvor mog života romori;
Kroz šiprag hihot, vile - miruj, dušo:
To moja sreća tebi govori;

U grmu prvi slavulj - ćuti, dušo;
To moje srce tebi biljiše;
U ljesi prvo cvijeće - diši, dušo:
To moja duša tobom izdiše;

Tišinom struje, sjene - dršći, dušo:
To mjesec - zanos - k nama silazi;
Kroz zvijezde čežnje, slutnje - umri, dušo:
To smrt i ljubav k nama prilazi.


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Nancy Sinatra...Bang, bang
I was five and he was six
we rode on horses made of sticks
he wore black and i wore white
he would always win the fight

bang, bang
he shot me down
bang, bang
i hit the ground
bang, bang
that awful sound, bang bang,
my baby shot me down

seasons came and changed the time,
when i grew up i called him mine
he would always laugh and say remember when
we used to play bang bang

i shot you down bang
bang you hit the ground
bang bang that awful sound
bang bang i used to shoot you down

music played and people sang
just for me the church bells rang
now he's gone i don't know why
and to this day sometimes i cry

he didn't even say goodbye
he didn't take the time to lie

bang, bang
he shot me down, bang bang
i hit the ground
bang, bang that awful sound, bang bang
my baby shot me down.


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Nick Cave...Abattoir Blues
The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car
Drifting down into the abattoir
Do you see what I see, dear?

The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath
Entwined together in this culture of death
Do you see what I see, dear?

Slide on over here, let me give you a squeeze
To avert this unholy evolutionary trajectory
Can you hear what I hear, babe?
Does it make you feel afraid?

Everything's dissolving, babe, according to plan
The sky is on fire, the dead are heaped across the land
I went to bed last night and my
moral code got jammed
I woke up this morning with a Frappucino in my hand

I kissed you once. I kissed you again
My heart it tumbled like the stock exchange
Do you feel what I feel, dear?

Mass extinction, darling, hypocrisy
These things are not good for me
Do you see what I see, dear?

The line the God throws down to you and me
Makes a pleasing geometry
Shall we leave this place now, dear?
Is there someway out of here?

I wake with the sparrows and I hurry off to work
The need for validation, babe, gone completely
berserk
I wanted to be your Superman but I turned out such a
jerk
I got the abattoir blues
I got the abattoir blues
I got the abattoir blues
Right down to my shoes


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