Spleen Siska

utorak, 30.10.2007.

30.10.2007. u 12:38 • 3 KomentaraPrint#

ponedjeljak, 29.10.2007.

29.10.2007. u 12:41 • 0 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 27.10.2007.

za jednu

Lijepe Zene Prolaze Kroz Grad

lijepe zene prolaze kroz grad
ja na uglu stojim sasvim sam
prolaze one i gledaju mene
vec dugo ja ne vidjeh hrpu tako lijepe zene
nema sumnje lijepe su ko san
dignem glavu a tamo Maja Prist
ona bi stela da joj grizem list
ona bi stela da zasljivi mene
malo morgen pokraj hrpe tako lijepe zene
nema sumnje lijepe su ko san
Duda Duda zakaj me ne zoves
Duda Duda si zabila moj broj
Duda Duda vrag ti mater zemi
ak me zoves bil bum tvoj
o da samo tvoj

27.10.2007. u 14:56 • 5 KomentaraPrint#

srijeda, 24.10.2007.

24.10.2007. u 17:47 • 4 KomentaraPrint#

utorak, 23.10.2007.

Grabs a beer*
Expand my brain learning juice!
Drinks the beer...*

23.10.2007. u 12:29 • 7 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 20.10.2007.

Sisak


sto radim ovdije?
neznam zasto sam nasao
ovaj planet
plav i dubok
savrsen za jos jedno
tiho utapanje...
samo bacam
sacicu slomljenih ideala
na stol
imena zaboravljenih....




Forgive me,
For I did not know.
'Cause I was just a boy
And you were so much more

Than any god could ever plan,
More than a woman or a man.
And now I understand how much I took from you:
That, when everything starts breaking down,
You take the pieces off the ground
And show this wicked town
something beautiful and new.

You think that Luck
Has left you there.
But maybe there's nothing
up in the sky but air.

And there's no mystical design,
No cosmic lover preassigned.
There's nothing you can find
that can not be found.
'Cause with all the changes
you've been through
It seems the stranger's always you.
Alone again in some new
Wicked little town.

So when you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town.
Oh it's a wicked, little town.
Goodbye, wicked little town.


20.10.2007. u 01:10 • 12 KomentaraPrint#

nedjelja, 14.10.2007.

osluskivajuci tisinu mjesecevog
putovanja prema suncu
razlucivajuci nevazne tocke
na nevaznim tockama,
pokusavajuci razbiti konstantnu
kontemplaciju o unutarnjem miru
u neobuzdanom nezaustavljivom kaosu,
padam pod plitkim tronom
igre svjetla i sjene,
u svojim mislima
svoje usamljene vapaje
u blagoj jeci cujem,
tako dugo sad,
cini se,
borim se za ono
sto imati nemogu,
samo bol i glad me tjeraju,
na bosonogi put
preko snjezne planine
neuspjeha...

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

pattern se ponavlja
raspolozenje se mjenja



i tako u krug s povremenim varijablama koje se s vremenom spajaju s krugom, dok krug ne nestane, svjesnost se ne ugasi i mene vise nebude...

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ništa

14.10.2007. u 21:33 • 8 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 13.10.2007.



Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

pepeo novorodjenog nereda

13.10.2007. u 08:42 • 0 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 Dry-kissing someone with HIV or AIDS
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