ponedjeljak, 16.07.2007.
jeff
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broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it ... too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run...
much too blind to see the damage he's done ... Prosao je jos jedan dan. Vrucina je popustila. Svjetla su se ugasila. Samo upaljen monitor, malo bijelog svjetla ne ispunjava pretjerano veliku povrsinu mracne sobe, a mozda i bolje. Samo mrak i samo Jeff Buckley koji u pozadini pjeva najbolju ljubavnu pjesmu. Suze na granici proboja. Nitko ne razumije kao covjek koji je umro prije desetak godina. Zastrasujuce ili pretjerivanje? It's never over my kingdom for a kiss upon his shoulder ... all my blood for the sweetness of his laughter ... he's the tear that hangs inside my soul FOREVER... Kolika je mogucnost cuti nekoga i u jednoj sekundi ga zavoljeti kao da ga slusas cijeli zivot? Kao da ga poznajes cijeli zivot? Kao da si sam napisao svu njegovu glazbu? I zasto se ja imam potrebu vezati za nepostojuce ili nedohvatljive i neuhvatljive osobe? A jos gore, one uhvatljive, prevrtljive? The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift Preda mnom prazna hartija. Njezina bjelina krvavi oči i budi u meni neke osjećaje za koje prije nisam znao da ih imam ili da ih mogu imati. Riječi koje mi se vrte glavom kao u kakvom vrtlogu žele na bilo koji način izaći van i popuniti tu bjelinu. Smišljam rečenice, odlomke, priče, bajke, mitove, ali ne mogu učiniti ništa s tim fragmentima vrludavih misli. Ipak, postoji nit koja ih veže i odakle sve počinju. Sebično i egoistično, sve te vrludave misli kreću od mene. Hartija na stolu i dalje me zove, a pero u ruci započinje svoj mahniti ples ostavljajući za sobom crni trag onoga što sam bio, što sam radio, odakle potječem i tko sam. nazalost to nikad necu saznati |
petak, 06.07.2007.
Hallelujah
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"Hallelujah"
Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? Well it goes like this : The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya And she tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... (Yeah but) Baby I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know) I used to live alone before I knew ya And I've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... Well there was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do ya But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... Maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu... Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu... Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallellllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuujjjaahhhh...Hallelllluuuuuujjaaaaaaaaaahhhh |
