probudi se
iz svojih suza
pobjegni daleko
od vjetra žalosti
od sna izgubljenoga
ugrij se
pokraj svijeće tinjate
isuseni jadnice
sa svojim smijehom isklesanim
propads u kraj iza svega
nadajuci se da si mrtva
nadajuci se da si mrtav
nadajuci se da si mrtav
nadajuci se da si mrtva
propads u kraj iza svega
sa svojim smijehom isklesanim
isuseni jadnice
pokraj svijeće tinjate
ugrij se
od sna izgubljenoga
od vjetra žalosti
pobjegni daleko
iz svojih suza
probudi se
(zadatak dobiven od jelene)
nisam mogao odabrat najdraze pjesme jer ih je mnostvo i nemogu ni za jednu reci da mi je najdraza...
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
pjesmu koju sam cuo 94-95 i od tad ju volim, predstavlja mi sjecanja na djecastvo, zato volim muziku, jer mi budi mastu i sjecanja na stare trenutke koji savrseni nisu bili, ali vrijedni pamcenja,
Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
The Who- Im Free
Film koji sam gledao jos davno, prvi mjuzikl koji sam gledao u svom kratkom ali ipak rastegnutom zivotu, ostavio je jak utjecaj na mene, nabavio sam ga prije par dana i pogledao ga nakon 7 godina, tako da nemogu da nenavedem jednu pjesmu iz filma medju pjesmama dragima,
Tommy:
I'M FREE-I'm free,
And freedom tastes of reality,
I'm free-I'm free,
AN' I'm waiting for you to follow me.
If I told you what it takes
to reach the highest high,
You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
I'm free-I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
I'm free-I'm free
And I'm waiting for you to follow me.
Chorus:
How can we follow?
How can we follow?
Dave Matthews - Gravedigger
pjesma koja mi budi sjecanja teske boli, mojeg prvog pravog sustreta sa smrcu, pjesma koja nemoze proci bez i jedne suze koliko ju god slusao...
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live to 103
A hundred and three is forever when you’re just a little kid
So, Cyrus Jones live forever
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Now, you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground
I mean - you should never have to bury your own babies
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posey
Ashes to ashes
{Musical intro}
We all fall down
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Oh Gravedigger
Little Mikey Carson '67 to '75
He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Oh, 1940 to 1992--
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Grave digger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Grave digger
Saturnus - All Alone
susret s stvarnoscu, izolacijom samocom, urezan duboko u kosti mog postojanja...
I'm standing here
Watcing the clouds float by
Wondering why the pain never deserted me
The sadness, sorrow, bewilderness that never left
(...the moments of joy I never kept)
I'm flying away
Holding hands with myself
Sharing life with myself
Reaping the loneliness I've sown
In these fields I've always grown
Digging the blackness from my mind
I will die all alone
Ludwig van Beethoven Piano Sonata No.14 'Moonlight' (Adagio Sostenuto)
i za kraj odlazak u ljepotu...
u hladnom miru i dalekoj tisini
pijuckam lagano sjecanja istrosena ,
u hladnom miru i dalekoj tisini,
procjep pod mojim raspadnutim nogama,
na truloj zemlji,
polagano se otvara,
prozdire,
izjeda,
zarobljava
okovan,
izbicevan,
na bjeg pomisljam,
pomisljm na slobodu
pokusavam,
neuspjevam,
odustajem,
slobodan sam,
ne ogranicen prostorom
ogranicen vremenom,
daleko u svojim lucidnim mislima,
plutam
plutam
u praznini sagorenoj,
plutam
u moru isusenom,
daleko od ovog postojanja,
daleko od odvratnog sebe,
slobodan sam...
Hladna sljepoca vremena
u krvavom bjesu zustro napada
moj ocajni razum
isvaren nevaznim razlozima,
neprihvacenim normama.
Isprzen pod snjeznim suncem gmizem
pod tvojim nogama poput polumrtvog crva
kojem zivcani sustav vristi
u agoniji istine i stvarnosti.
Krhki put koji sam zacrtao
jednom davno,
unisten je pod
njegovom silnom rukom,
pod rukom gospodara lazi.
Kisa...
Tisina...
Grom...
Tisina...
Nasilje...
I tako plivajuci neobuzdano
u inficiranim crijevima postojanja,
samo cekajuci odmazdu
velicanstvene karme,
uzimam prevelike gutljaje...
trpam osjecaje u sebe,
cekam,
cekam,
eksplodiram
i napokon,
umirem.
kraj
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Brat mi je sliku obradio u photoshopu, mesa likes...
gledaju me njihove
oci istrosene
kroz procjepe
porculanske jabuke
nasilno zbijene
uz cementne ploce
mog presusenog uma...
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tisina tako ugodna
dok mi hladni metal
dira celo
jezim se....
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Moje grane su posjecene,
gol sam i bespomocan,
izlozen pod suncem
protjeran od vas,
svjestan svoje
mizerije vjecne
svoje boli,
znajuci sto sam postao
znajuci da cu ih uvijek otjerat
znajuci da se oni vratit
vise nikad nece...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAovdjesamsakrivenilijep,zarobljenusvojimdjelimausvojojcrnini...
Putovao sam kroz suncem obasjanim gradom danas,
mali i nesiguran, proputovao sam kroz cijelu pustos grada,
tihim zeljeznickim mostom koji pod svojim trulim daskama
podupire male bicikliste i uplasenih lica pjesake,
kroz groblje ugodno i umirujuce ako zanemarimo
gomile otpada uz njegovu kamenu surovost,
preko zelenog brda do grada gdje crvene masine
u ime cistoce ruse stoljetno drvece,
gazeci malene tratince novo procvjetane...
jos jedna stara
nemam volje za nicim novim
Usne popucane od vjetra hladnog,
Gotovo uspavanog, poput sjecanja
na moje carstvo ljige...
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Osjecam se
kao gitara bez zica,
kao andjeo bez krila,
kao vrag bez rogova,
kao oluja bez kise,
kao otkrivena misterija,
kao skraceno pretjerivanje,
ne osjecam...
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"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"
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ako sam ostavio komentar na vasem blogu nemorate ostavljati uzvrat, jer mi to stvarno nije vazno.
Slike brata Jottuna na na myspace-u(?)
muzika brata Jottuna na myspace-u(?)
‘Insanity in individuals is something rare; but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.’ — Nietzsche
El pueblo se alza como un vendaval
camina sin miedo contra el capital
Comunismo Libertario, Revolución Social.
Be Drunk
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
Charles Baudelaire
cg
"And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home? "
pink floyd
peace day
If you like "detaču"
ovaj blog nepostoji...
Piotr Ilytch Tchaikovsky was he the tortured soul
who poured out his immortal longings in to dignified
passages of stately music
or was he just an old poof who wrote tunes?
>>>>Monty Python
"Four legs good, Two legs bad."
George Orwell
"Religion began when the first scoundrel meet the first fool..."
Voltaire
"I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick -- not wounded -- dead."
Woody Allen
"One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all"
--- White Rabbit
mrzite me u tisini diabolis@net.hr
Alone
[Poem by Edgar Allan Poe]
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 lov'd, I lov'd alone
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry 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 roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold -
From the lighting in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that look the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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Anathema - J'ai Fait Une Promesse
La voie, le saule s'incline dessus du ruisseau,
Comme une personne qui se descend criant pour l'amant.
La voie le saule s'incline dessus du ruisseau,
Comme une personne qui se descend criant pour l'amant.
Me rapelle d'automne précedente, en révérence,
Je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé ŕ vous
Je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé, I plegded myself to you.
Theme song from M*A*S*H
Suicide is Painless
Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...
that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
for that's the only painless feat.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be
and I replied 'oh why ask me?'
'Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
...and you can do the same thing if you please.
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