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kronološkim slijedom (op. a. redom pojavljivanja na blogu mome):


driftwood
škorpion
mainscream
tija
lola u žurbi (cam bak!!)
anka
trill
d´bill!
marko
jagodi
zeko
iguana
dalibor
pixie the sedmi
Grady daughter
mile
jabucica
d.s.o.
pseudo
the bride
parah dox
zvone
nenya
antibiotic
jasna
summergathering
sunmoon
fiuman
bollocks
secret temple
plava mala
minimalistica
lovely rita
crkveni miš
dupinka

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evo, ovdje lupam svoj copyright (zato jer je to sada in):
KOPIRAJT (r u krugu)
dakle, copy/paste- NE!
zašto ne?
jer te ja tužim i dobijem masu love.
....hm.... u stvari... zašto ne!?


ubijaju me u pojam....
>>>>>>ONA>>>>>>:

FUCK YOU I`M JUST A GIRL!!!
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IDLEWILD: I never wanted
I created myself to be on my own
But I didn't expect to be alone
Did you create yourself to be on your own?
These are the reasons things should be unknown

The days won't let you know
Days won't let you know

That all I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you

No one creates themself unless they try to
Shut up the caution that made them lie to
All this talk but no one will tell me
Where and when I need to go

The days won't let you know
Days won't let you know

That all I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you

There is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason,
For that now
There is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason,
For that

All I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you
(it's with you so)
All I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere
Ever wanted to know anywhere with you




JAMES: Fine

I'm a boomerang
In the outback
Keep your throwing arm steady
So I get home
I'm a vampire bat
Out in Shanghai
Haven't eaten in four days
I've ordered in a Chinese takeaway

I show more than I hide
I care more than I cry
I'm a phonograph baby
My wires are live
And I'm in crisscross

Fine. I feel fine.

I'm a fortune cookie
Full of cheap advice
I'm a suicide rookie
Blowing last call

Show more than I hide
Care more than I can cry
I'm a phonograph baby
My wires are live
And I'm in crisscross

Fine. I feel fine.


travis: driftwood
(pozdrav!!)

Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to oceans
Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn

You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you

Nobody is an island
Everyone had to go
Pillars turn to butter
Butterflying low
Low is where your heart is
But your heart has to grow
Drifting under bridges
Never with the flow

And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time

Everywhere there's trouble
Nowhere's safe to go
Pushes turn to shovels
Shovelling the snow
Frozen you have chosen
The path you wish to go
Drifting now forever
And forever more
Until you reach your shore

You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you

And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
You've been drifting, for a long, long
Drifting for a long, long time



interpol: obstacle 1
We can cap the old times
Make playing only logical harm
We can top the old lines
Clay-making that nothing else
Will change
But she can read
She can read
She can read
She can read
She's bad!
She can read
She can read
She can read
She's bad!
Oh, she's bad

It's different now
That I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing
Yourself in the neck

We can find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times
Clay-making that nothing else
Will change


starsailor: Alcoholic

Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes
And your Daddy was an alcoholic
But your mother kept it all inside
Threw it all away

I was looking for another you
And I found another one
I was looking for another you
When I looked round you were gone

Stay by my side
And the pipe dream is yours now
Stay by my side
And the singer won't get in our way

Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes
And your Daddy was an alcoholic
But your mother kept it all inside
Threw it all away

I was looking for another you
And I found another one
I was looking for another you
When I looked round you were gone

Stay by my side
And the pipe dream is yours now
Stay by my side
And the cynics won't get in our way

Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes
And your Daddy was an alcoholic
But your mother kept it all inside
Threw it all away
I was looking for another chance
To see your blue eyed problem


radiohead: black star
I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me



placebo: without you I`m nothing
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
I'll take it by your side
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide
I'll take it by your side
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies
I'll take it by your side
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide
I'll take it by your side

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tick
Tick
Tick
Tick tock

I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
You're slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You've never seen the lonely me at all

I
Take the plan, spin it sideways
I
Fall
Without you I'm nothing
Without you I'm nothing
Without you I'm nothing
Take the plan, spin it sideways
Without you I'm nothing at all


spiritualized: i think i`m in love
Sun so bright that i'm nearly blind
Cool cos i'm wired and i'm out of my mind
Warms the dope running down my spine
But i don't care 'bout you and i've got nothing to do
Free as the warmth in the air that i breathe
Even freer than dmt
Feel the warmth of the sun in me
But i don't care 'bout you and i've got nothing to do
Love in the middle of the afternoon
Just me, my spike in my arm and my spoon
Feel the warmth of the sun in the room
But i don't care 'bout you
And i've got nothin'

I think i'm in love
Probably just hungry
I think i'm your friend
Probably just lonely
I think you got me in a spin now
Probably just turning
I think i'm a fool for you babe
Probably just yearning
I think i can rock and rool
Probably just twisting
I think i wanna tell the world
Probably ain't listening
Come on

I think i can fly
Probably just falling
I think i'm the life and soul
Probably just snorting
I think i can hit the mark
Probably just aiming
I think my name is on your lips
Probably complaining
I think i have caught it bad
Probably contagious
I think i'm a winner baby
Probably las vegas
Come on

I think i'm alive
Probably just breathing
I think you stole my heart now baby
Probably just thieving
I think i'm on fire
Probably just smoking
I think that you're my dream girl
Probably just dreaming
I think i'm the best babe
Probably like all the rest
I think that i could be your man
Probably just think you can
Come on

I think i'm in love







like NjuJork, babe!
27.05.2006., subota
Ah. Ah.
Piše mi se.
To svakako.
Ali nema smisla.
Kad pišem ovako rijetko nema mi ništa smisla pisati…
Ne znam.
Sve mi se čini nebitnim…

Život je dobar.
Život je sladak.
Život me malo jebe.
(mrzim šugave osjećaje. Mislim kad si zaljubljen u životu je sve super i krasno i sve dobije neki smisao, ali ne volim kad tako izgubim kontrolu. Mrzim kad mi netko nedostaje, i to tako jako. Mrzim to što kad me pogleda onim svojim očima zaboravljam na sve. Mrzim to što me tako lako može oraspoložiti. Ide mi na živce što mi je najsmješnija osoba koju poznajem. Ne volim što njegov zagrljaj tjera sve ostalo u zaborav. Ne želim dopustiti da mi postane tako važan. Nisam ga tražila. Nisam htjela nikakvu ljubav. Ne. Ne. I ne.
Ali, svaki otpor je uzaludan.
Mrzim to što mu ne mogu odoljeti.
Mrzim što je tako dobar.
JEBI SE, prijatelju!!)
Život je super.
Život je najslađa muka.




Pull the plug.
Shut me down.
Break a habit.
Let´s kill the Barbie.



Moj retardirani mozak nije sposoban smisliti nešto zanimljivo.
Ja sam samo… mentalni invalid!

Toliko…



P.S. Oko-Moje-Najdraže, naravno da te nisam zaboravila. Stvarno misliš da bi to bilo kako mogla?! Samo nikako da stignem do kompa.
kao što možeš i primijetiti.... pa ipak si ti moj najdraži bloger... ups. ex- bloger! naughty


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09.05.2006., utorak
neuron. moj. il čiji god.

Mozak mi je blago rečeno malo usporen.
Zatupljen.
Nekorišten.
Propali potencijal.
Ha ha haaa…

Ne bi vjerovali što slušam.
Carla Orffa (Carmina Burana), Jaquesa Offenbacha (Orfej U Podzemlju), Johan Strauss ml. (Šišmiš), Mozarta (Čarobna Frula i Mala Noćna Muzika), Verdia (Rigoleto)…. I da ne pretjerujem…
Očito tako nekako želim nadoknaditi to što sam tupa.
Što ne mogu naučiti skriptu od 25 str. (smiješno!!!)
Što se nikako ne mogu natjerati da nešto poduzmem s matiš.
Nisam još bila ni jednom na ispitu… k vragu!

Nikako da se pokrenem.
Čvrsto vjerujem da će se sve riješiti samo od sebe.
U moju korist.
Da ću ispite već nekako dati.
Jer kao snalažljiva sam.
Tu i tamo se zbediram zbog poražavajućeg stanja.

(ha ha. Upravo slušam Malu Floramye.)


Nisam baš sva svoja.


Čak sam izgubila i volju za cuganjem.
Ni ne izlazi mi se.

Stvarnost me veže okovima.
A ja živim u nekom svom svijetu.
Bez ispita i bilo kakvih obaveza…
U globalu sam sretna.
Jako.
Najviše na svijetu.
Dok me stvarnost ne stisne, pogleda me svojim crvenim izmorenim očima i opali mi dva šamara.

Čisto sumnjam da ću se i onda trgnuti.

Možda sam jednostavno bolesna.
Znate… duševno.

Da li su luđaci svjesni toga da su ludi??
Ili su jednostavno mislima negdje daleko, u nekom paraprostoru kojeg mi ne možemo ni zamisliti… i di su oni najnormalniji ljudi.

Znate, one gradske frikove… koji šeću gradom i ljudi ih izbjegavaju.
One koji šeću gradom i pjevaju.
One koji šeću gradom i pričaju o nekom ratu, logoru, vjeri i propalom životu.
One koji šeću gradom i jednostavno postoje priče o njima kako su ubili zaručnicu.
Znate ih…

E!

Ja sam na dobrom putu da postanem takva.
Ne mogu ni sama shvatiti svoje misli.
Ne mogu ih pohvatati.
Ne mogu ih shvatiti…

(sad mi je na repertoaru Jesus Christ Superstar)

Ne mogu se definirati.
Radim stvari koje si ne mogu objasniti.
Imam sjećanja koja želim zaboraviti.

Ludim???
Sjedim tu sad za kompom i pitam se da li gubim svoj zdrav (upitno je i to koliko je zdrav) razum.


Ma zanemarite me….
Pažljivi čitalac će primijetiti da nema razloga za brigu…
Heeh!

Don`t be regular!

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