Spleen Siska

petak, 29.06.2007.



Soldier 1:
We starve-look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy

Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Soldier 2:
Somewhere
Inside something there is a rush of
Greatness
Who knows what stands in front of
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence
Tells me secretly
Everything
Everything


Claude:
Manchester England England
Manchester England England
(Ensemble:Eyes look your last)
Across the Atlantic Sea
(Arms take your last
embrace)
And I'm a genius genius
(And lips oh you the
doors of breath)
I believe in God
(Seal with a righteous kiss)
And I believe that God believes in Claude
(Seal with a righteous kiss)
That's me, that's me, that's me
(The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence)

Ensemble:
Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie

Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sun shine in...

29.06.2007. u 23:33 • 1 KomentaraPrint#

srijeda, 27.06.2007.

Radiohead


Creep

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs runs...
runs...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here


I don't belong here...


Karma police

Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, hes like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl, her Hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us

Karma police, Ive given all I can, its not enough
Ive given all I can, but were still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself


Paranoid Android

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking, squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name? I guess he does...

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!

27.06.2007. u 23:22 • 5 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 23.06.2007.

Snovi, lagano, oci zatvaraju...

Prsti mi jos mirisu na njenu kosu
Njezine oci crne gore u umu mome,
Poput kletve, njezina ljepota,
Njezino srce, izvan spasenja,
Zauvijek zarobljeno u pogledu mom
Njezin otrov, njezina divota,
Izronjena iz same srzi mraka,
Njezina koza, zauvijek bljeda
U vjecnosti ostaje
Njezina dusa zauvijek crna
Sjedinjena s mojom,
Njezina kosa,
Ah njezina kosa...

Snovi, lagano, oci zatvaraju...

Im better than normal, im abnormal...

Poput retardiranog hibrida odvratnosti i surovosti,ovaj zivot, ovaj svijet, stoji, u dubokoj je komi, paraliziran je idiotima na vlasti,kvazi patriotskom stokom, neaktiviranim imbecilima s nekakvim potencijalom, takodjer kao i kretenima koji su samo od rijeci, bez akcije, demoni nekome andjeli drugima, par upravnih stanaka, bore se za moc, sarlatani i varalice prevladavaju, hrane vas lazima istom mjerom kojom se i sami hranite lazima, sto drugo covjeku u ovakvom drustvu preostaje nego ogorcenost, upalite klimu mozda miris bljuvotine nestane...
Novi pocetak bi bio povoljan, devolucija, do potpune zivotinjske blazenosti, jednostavnosti, bez mrznje, organizacije kojom smo uveli samo kaos od kojeg toliko bjezimo, kaos koji vlada ovim pateticnim svjetom, iza kojeg ostaje samo transparentni privid reda i mira...
Vracanje bi bio zanimljiv izbor, koji smo svi pozeljeli vise puta, ali izbor koji je nazalost neostvariv, mozda i nije, ali ne sad, mozda bi sad bilo vrijeme za borbu, mozda bi sada bilo vrijeme za slobodu...

Snovi, lagano, oci zatvaraju...

23.06.2007. u 15:24 • 17 KomentaraPrint#

petak, 22.06.2007.

incoming klišej

Hair


She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why
Don't know
It's not for lack of break
Like the Grateful Dead
Darling

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my...

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair's too short

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They'll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined
Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

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??????????????
borba,
vodi se,
za koga
za sto
dali je vrijedno
dali je ista
?????????????

zaludjenost
sanjarenje
bio sam za
bio sam protiv
htjedoh vise
htjedoh manje
sad je gotovo
zadnji otkucaj
kroz kisu suza
nezapamcen ostaje


Sentenced - Dead Moon Rising


The darkness comes out of her shell
Yet another cold night in Hell with all the pain
The dying light is losing its glow
And my last glimmer of hope now fades away

It is starting to rain again
I'm coming closer to my end with every breath
The creepy shadows are growing pale
And the rising glow brings along the sense of death

I can feel Her presence now

Dead Moon Rising
Bleeding red light over the sea
- I hope this time She came for me
- I hope this time She sets me free

My wounds are open wide
The freezing wind blows right inside and feels like ice
The eerie glow fires up the sky
And She takes away my sight with Her shine

I can feel Her all around

Dead Moon Rising
Bleeding dead light over the sea
- I hope this time She came for me
- I hope this time She sets me free

Dead Moon Rising
Bleeding dead light over the sea
- I hope this time She came for me
- I hope this time She sets me free
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zasto bas moram mrzit sebe?
zasto si to radim?
mozda nemam dosta sranja u zivotu?
need more crap
blame your self
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blize nemogu doc
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dodirni me jos jednom
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kroz ovu hladnu zemlju
------------------------

prodri iz mraka do mojih suza
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sama
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slobode u ovom licemjernom "drustvu" nema...

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I think ill close my eyes now...
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Ne


I got life, mother
I got laughs, sister
I got freedom, brother
I got good times, man

I got crazy ways, daughter
I got million-dollar charm, cousin
I got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too
Like you

I got my hair
I got my head
I got my brains
I got my ears
I got my eyes
I got my nose
I got my mouth
I got my teeth
I got my tongue
I got my chin
I got my neck
I got my tits
I got my heart
I got my soul
I got my back
I got my ass
I got my arms
I got my hands
I got my fingers
Got my legs
I got my feet
I got my toes
I got my liver
Got my blood

I got my guts (I got my guts)
I got my muscles (muscles)
I got life (life)
Life (life)
Life (life)
LIFE!

22.06.2007. u 12:00 • 6 KomentaraPrint#

četvrtak, 21.06.2007.


Nuns are just like clowns. Sad and pathetic.




go on whistling...

21.06.2007. u 08:01 • 4 KomentaraPrint#

utorak, 19.06.2007.

Sloboda ili smrt?

.........sada tako daleka...

.
.prigusen zvuk...
.

........revolucija je umrla...

.
.gusenje...
.

ili?

what now?
what comes next?
...



x


xxxx xx xxxxx xxx xxxxx
xxxxxx xxxxxx xx xxxxx
xxxxxxx xxxxxxx x xxxxxxxx xxx
xxx x xxxx xxxxx xx xxxx
xxxxx xxx xxxxx xxxxxxx
xxx x xxxxxx

19.06.2007. u 17:30 • 5 KomentaraPrint#

nedjelja, 17.06.2007.

q.e.d.

osusena ruza,
bez latica,
stabljika slomljena,
trnja bez,
na ulici
lezi,
na betonu grubom.
na betonu hladnom
lezi
njezina slomljena
jednostavnost,
bez
smisla,
usporeno
trune
bez icega
trune
usporeno
trune...


one step closer to NOWHERE!!!

Utapam se u jezeru nicega
Vristim
Bjesa nema
Vristim
TAMA
Izlazi
Ponovo
Hladni povjetarac
Poput smrti luta
Po usnama ljutskog stita,
Raznosi prasinu
Po ranama
otvorenim
Po ocima
Uzasnutima
Smrznutima,
U vrisku
Oguljenog vremena
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

dismall euphony - Spire

Jeg dyker rottene til min egen vrede, og ser mine spirer gro
I en kamp mot minegen glede, prover jeg a slikke mine sar
Da jeg ikke lenger lot dem drepe
Og jeg sa kilden til minegen ro
Skal minegen spire av meg selv
Bli til en mektig skog


Dolaze po mene
Prsti perverzije.
Oblizujem ih slatko
Jezikom zmijskim.
Ljigom svoga uma
Prihvacam
Jos jedan
gorki
poljubac
zivota…

Smradom zlata
Podignuta je njezina planina
Koja sa sjevera hladnog na
Moju dusu tamu baca,
Dusu kojoj oklop hrdja
Puca, mrvi se…
GUBIM KONTROLU!!!

macak
boji se i zavija,
gaze, pljuju svakodnevno,
po njegovim uvjerenjima,
svakim korakom koji napravi
svakim zvukom koji izusti,
macak je visak,
cak i u kuci smrti,
ostaje zarobljen
u svom malom kavezicu
izmedju nicega,
njegova tuga ostaje tiha,
njegov plac,
necujan...


White Rabbit
by Jefferson Airplane

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 chess board 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 backward, and the red queen's off with her head,
Remember what the doormouse said: "Feed your head! Feed your head!"

And so on…

17.06.2007. u 17:54 • 4 KomentaraPrint#

petak, 15.06.2007.

Monty Python Medical Love Song


Inflammation of the foreskin
reminds me of your smile
I've had balanital chancroids
for quite a little while
I gave my heart to NSU
that lovely night in June
I ache for you my darling
and I hope you get well soon.

My penile warts, your herpes,
my syphilitic sore,
Your monilial infection
how I miss you more and more
You dobie's itch, my scrumpox
our lovely gonorrhea
At least we both were lying
when we said that we were clear

Our syphilitic kisses
sealed the secret of our tryst
You gave me scrotal pustules
with a quick flick of your wrist
Your trichovaginitis
sent shivers down my spine
I got snail tracks in my anus
when your spirochetes met mine.

Gonococcal urethritis, streptococcal balanitis,
Meningomyelitis, diplococcal cephalitis,
Epididymitis, interstitial keratitis,
Syphilitic choroiditis, and anterior u-ve-i-tis.

My clapped-out genitalia
is not so bad for me
As the complete and utter failure
every time I try to pee.
My doctor says my buboes
are the worst he's ever seen
My scrotum's painted orange
and my balls are turning green.

My heart is very tender
though my parts are awful raw
You might have been infected
but you never were a bore
I'm dying from your love, my love
I'm your spirochaetal clown
I've left my body to science
but I'm afraid they've turned it down.

Gonococcal urethritis, streptococcal balanitis,
Meningomyelitis, diplococcal cephalitis,
Epididymitis, interstitial keratitis,
Syphilitic choroiditis, and anterior u-ve-i-tis.

15.06.2007. u 12:21 • 4 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 09.06.2007.



ocaj mi gricka lagano,
zatiljak lubanje iz jada
otuzne potsvijesti,
ocekivanje propasti odjekuje gnjilo,
dok oskecam dusu kako trune,
u nedostatku smisla,
u nedostatku,
osjecam,
da nisam,
za nikoga...

vracam se natrag u sisak,
od kojeg toliko bjezim
kojeg se toliko plasim,
zbog ljubavi,
neuzvracene...

09.06.2007. u 22:06 • 13 KomentaraPrint#

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‘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



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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



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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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o Having ordinary social or casual contact with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Sharing clothing with someone who has HIV or AIDS
o Touching a person who has HIV or AIDS
o Sharing food, dishes, or eating utensils with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Dry-kissing someone with HIV or AIDS
o Hing someone who has HIV or AIDS
o Shaking hands with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Sitting on toilet seats
o Being bitten by an insect
o Massaging a person living with HIV or AIDS
o Using a hand to sexually stimulate a partner who has HIV or AIDS (although a risk may exist if blood, semen, or vaginal fluids come in contact with broken skin)
o Masturbating
o Touching the tears, saliva, or sweat of a person living with HIV or AIDS
o Living or working with an HIV-infected person







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