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Ni o čemu...
Nacrtat ću:
Toplo je i vlažno.
Hladim stanište umjetnim hladilom.
Noć,
potpuna samoća i otvorena
neka čula
Noć, sam sam sam u
njojzi.
U 0.01 stambena hektara.
Glavoboljan
Zlovoljan
Kiseo
Mutan
Neobrijan
Masnokos
Bos
Melanko...
Zlovoljan
Kiseo
Mutan
Neobrijan
Masnokos
Bos
Melanko...
Jedan je ovo od onih rijetkih trenutaka
Kad prilazim polici s pločama,
I za razliku od odnosa sa
četrnaest puta većom virtualnom kolekcijom,
Ne razmišljam već posežem.
Jedan je ovo od onih trenutaka
Kada odlučujem pustiti zvuku da se odbija o zidove
Kasno je u noći,
Moje stanište je tanko
Razmišljam o usnulim susjedima
Ali ne predugo.
Vadim divni kvadrat
Vadim ploču iz kese
Otvaram poklopac Gramofona
Nasađujem
Pojačalo.
Pretpojačalo.
Kvc.
Crveni skok.
Otkopčavam ručicu.
Prinosim iglu.
šuškanje
krckanje
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
***
Mijenjam strane ploče.
Pomičem iglu s nekoliko preskakanja.
Preskakanja su vinilna ljepša od digitalnih.
Digitalnih se bojim, jer ih sumnjičim za štošta.
Vinilna ljubim jer me tjeraju da ustanem i hodam i sagibam i uzdišem i dišem
***
Ploče rijetko dotičem zadnjih godina.
Volim ih više zbog toga.
Mnogo godina ranije,
U sobi nije bilo ničeg osim kreveta, gitare,
gramofona i stotinjak ploča
Ne volim pisati o glazbi
Jer ne mogu.
Ali evo nešto:
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Prije jedanaest godina, u kasno proljeće sjedio sam,
ploča je pjevala
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do- oh yeah!
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
Do do do do do do- oh yeah!
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
a soba se okretala.
***
Prije deset godina, jesen je nalikovala hiljadudevetstosedamdesetičetvrtoj, pastelna i čupava, topla, kišna i u dolčeviti,
ležao sam nauznak, dijagonalno i na trbuhu
a ploča je pjevala
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
***
Prije devet godina nisam volio Dylana.
Prije devet godina, jedno sam poslijepodne
iz nekog višeg poriva
stavio na gramofon ploču i čuo
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
I samo sam disao.
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Ova ploča jeftina je, i šuška.
Kasno je
i čujem nešto što ona jako voli
If your mem'ry serves you well,
We were goin' to meet again and wait,
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late.
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell,
But you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well.
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode
We were goin' to meet again and wait,
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late.
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell,
But you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well.
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode
***
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Post je objavljen 18.06.2007. u 00:10 sati.