srijeda, 07.06.2006.

...

...misle li uvijek prijatelji ono što kažu ?...kažu li uvijek ono što misle ?...koliko zapravo prijateljstvo može biti jako ?...jeli važno ono izgovoreno ili onaj koji je to izgovorio ?...jesu li svi jednaki ?...jel uvijek netko tu ?...vrijedi li truditi se ?...vrijedi li vjerovati da će sve biti ko prije?...vrijedi li sanjati ?...mislim da ne....


Goodbye Cruel World

Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye to all you people There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye

- 13:02 -

Komentari (20) - Isprintaj - #

petak, 02.06.2006.

...OVO NIJE KRAJ !!!...I NITKO NE TREBA MISLIT DA JE...

...NAJEBENIJA VEČER U POVJESTI 8.A...NARAVNO MORALA JE IMAT ODLIČAN POČETAK...TAJ SE ZBIO U BUKSI...KO JE BIO ZNA KAJ SE SVE IZDOGAĐALO,A KO NIJE BIO KAJ GA BOLI KUURAC( ILI PIČKA AK JE ŽENSKO)...POSLIJE SVI DOĐOSMO NA PLES I ODJEDNOM SHVATISMO DA SE MI ZAPRAVO SVI VOLIMO...I SHVATISMO DA SU SVE ONE SVAĐE I PREPIRANJA BILA OBIČNA NEPOTREBNA SRANJA...ALI SVI REKOSMO DA NIJE KRAJ !!! I AKO MI TO TAKO REKOSMO TO JE TAK ONDA ĆE TAK I BIT...NAJTUŽNIJE JE TO KAJ TEK SAD SHVAĆAMO DA SMO SI MOGLI UVIJEK BIT DOBRI A NE PET MINUTA PRIJE PRIVIDNOG KRAJA...TONKA(VAŽNO DA JE SPOMENUTA )-BILO MI JE SUPER DANAS I VALJDA ZNAŠ TE VOLIM...POČEO SAM GRLIT LJUDE KOJI MI U ZADNJE VRIJEME IDU NA KURAC I POMISLIO SAM DA NEMA RAZLOGA DA PIZDIM NA NJIH IL DA IH MRZIM...SVATKO JE KAKAV JE...AL NIJE BITNO...ŽIVCIRA ME TO KAJ SU BUDALE IŠLE SRAT TUPEKU...DANAS SAM ZAVRŠIO S NEKIM STVARIMA I NADAM SE DA ĆU BIT KARAKTER...MISLIM DA ONE OSOBE KOJE VOLIM SAD VOLIM JOŠ VIŠE...KOKA...NEZNAM KAJ BI NAPISO AL HTIO SAM NEŠ VAŽNO...DA SE BAR 14.6. NIKAD NE DESI I DA SVIJET OSTANE U MEĐUPROSTORU DANAŠNJE NOĆI I TOG DANA...BRIJEM DA SE BOJIM NEČEG...DA ĆEMO SE SVI RAZIĆ...DINA VOLIM TE...I NE ZABORAVI NA OBEĆANJE..MA VOLIM VAS SVE CIJELI OSMI A AL TO SHVAĆAM SAD...OVIH OSAM GODINA JE MOŽDA BILO MALO AL OSTAT ĆE MI U SJEĆANJU CIJELI ŽIVOT...OVO NIJE KRAJ!!!!...Naš kraj ne postoji.................


....moja najdraža pjesmo od svih pjesama ikad...




THE END

This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us X3
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end








....the eeeeeeeeeend....

- 00:22 -

Komentari (7) - Isprintaj - #

srijeda, 31.05.2006.

...o bogu....

...ja vjerujem u boga...poslije krizme sam presto ić u crkvu jel mi se neda a i mislim da tim niš ne dokazujem...ionak pol ljudi ide u crkvu pokazat se kak su oni velki vjernici il bogte pitaj kaj...a opet je glupo kaj ljudi vjeruju jedni u jednog jedni u drugog boga...to je sam još veće odjeljivanje ljudi...ko da nam nisu dovoljne podjele zbogt nacionalnosti,boje kože i bogte pitaj čega sve ne...pa mislim zato su se događali ratovi...ono muslimani protiv hindusa,pa židovi protiv arapa itd...al kad razmislim logički "on" fakat ne postoji..fakat kak bi neš tak nadnaravno moglo postojat...al opet mislim da je dobro vjerovat u njega zato kaj onda uvijek misliš da netko pazi na tebe (malo glupo al istinito), pa kad se sa svima posvađaš neš mu možeš pričat i zamišljat da ti odgovara utješne odgovore...mislim da bi si svatko mogao boga zamislit kao nekog sličnog sebi...bog bi ustvari mogao bit naš imaginarni prijatelj...fakat bolesno...vjerovanje u boga opet može bit dobro jel je lakše kad vjeruješ u nešto bilo što..jel ak ne vjeruš u ništa ni ikome tko si onda ti...al dobro malo sam skrenuo...to baš i nema veze s bogom...no bit je u tome da trebaš vjerovat u nešto...ali zašto baš u boga?!?...o jebemti sav sam se zajebo...neznam obrazložit svoju teoriju...daj razmislite malo vi o tome pa mi napišite kaj mislite...

- 20:50 -

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...kraj...

...tak mi se niš ne da i tak me boli glava itd...svaki dan moram najmanje jedan predmet odgovarat...i to ono moram naučit u dva dana ono kaj oni uče u dva mjeseca...dobro zato postoje šaliči a ionak mi profesori popuštaju...neki dan me odjednom uhvatila spoznaja da je ustvari za 14 dana fakat gotovo...mislim već godinu dana se priča o tome da ćemo se rastat i to sve al sad kad je skoro gotovo ja nebi da završi osnovna...iako ću si ostat dobar s par ljudi koji su mi najbolji nije to to...tak je brzo prošlo....dobro imamo još ples,posljednju večeru i zadnji dan...bit će ludo....sam kaj nesmijem ni trčat ni skakat ni niš...i ne smijem još puno toga...čini se da imam nekakvu sklonost prema trombozi i da imam povećanu mogučnost da mi se opet dogodi...bio sam danas na kontroli i to su mi tam nasrali...a prije su mi rekli: ma nikad ti se to više nemre dogodit...ti doktori su fakat premutavi...i rekli su mi da u ponedjeljak i utorak moram doć na nekkakve kontrole cijeli dan a možda i srijedu...slušam si zappu i lik je fakat bolestan...tak mi se niš ne da...

- 20:35 -

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subota, 27.05.2006.

...nije bitno...

...u srijedu bjasmo kod jedne cure doma...nije normalna, ono kod nje se svi živi okupljaju,dođe ona sam si vi dođite kad oćete...pa sam navečer bio malo u bolnici u posjeti na onom odjelu na kojem sam bio...u četvrtak sam odgovaro tri predmeta pa sam bio fakat preumoran...petak je bio predobar...opet kod one cure...pa u grad s dinom i andi...meni kupit starke...preodlične su...onda u zvuk...bilo je fakat ono...no odlično je bilo...konobari su im fakat ludi...predobro je tamm...pa sam se našo s leticijom i skoro sam upozno onu mateju koju sam izvrijeđo al nema veze...poslije sam bio u zkmu bio na teinoj predstavi i bilo je fakat super...svi su bili presmješni...i poslije sam još bio s curama u kvartu i bilo je ok...danas mi je na skautima bilo presuper...fakat vodim super dečke..umirali smo od smijeha...popodne sam bio s curama iz bookse u zvuku i svidjelo im se...sam kaj je bio preprazan...i sad bi kao trebo učit...nije mi uopće loše u životu...i tak drago mi je da sam si posto bolji s nekim ljudima...oni znaju ko su...baš slušam yesovce i odlični su...

- 20:46 -

Komentari (3) - Isprintaj - #

utorak, 23.05.2006.

...eh, naslov...

...u subotu bjah na kavi u booksi i bilo je baš super...sretan rođendan želim barbs...navečer smo cveksa dina i ja bili na the doors experience...bilo je predobro...pomisliš da su to stvarno oni...svirali su skoro sve pjesme i to dost dobro...sam im je trebalo dugo da počnu...no inače je bilo prekrasno...upoznah kristinu...bogte pitaj ko je ona al znam da sam ju upozno...no i ova dva dana nisam bio u školi... zato kaj su danas moji bili na izletu,a jučer mi se nije dalo...i tak, slušam King Crimsone...predobra grupa...sad moram počet sve odgovarat tak da će mi fakat bit jebeno teško...

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srijeda, 17.05.2006.

The Doors Experience u Boogaloou

...evo, blago meni...do kraj šk. godine nemoram u školu...kupio sam si Pink Floyd- The Pipers of the Gate of Dawn...već sam ga 3 put preslušo i odličan je...u zadnje me vrijeme svi živciraju...al mi se popravilo i mišljenje o 2 osobe...mislim nisam niš loše mislio o njima al brijem da sam smo se više zbližili...al uglavnom nije bitno...bio sam na izviđačima jučer i bilo je super...ono jedva sam čekao da ih sve vidim... sad još sam već jednom moram otič u booksu...u subotu na koncert...likovi sviraju doorse...ja obožavam doorse...jedva čekam...dođite svi...brijem da će bit ludo...


The Doors Experience
14-05-2006

Ovo će biti njihov četvrti koncert u Zagrebu, a i poseban jer obilježavamo 40 godišnjicu Doorsa. Svaki nastup THE DOORS EXPERIENCE je sve bolji i posjećeniji, pa očekujemo da će se i za ovaj tražiti ulaznica više kao što je bilo na njihovom posljednjem koncertu u Boogaloou. Baš zbog toga ovaj puta ulaznice će se moći pronaći u pretprodaji po cijeni od 40 kuna.

THE DOORS EXPERIENCE su bečka petorka koja sjajno izvodi bogati repetoar Doorsa, u što su uvjerili sve prisutne na njihovim prethodnim koncertima u Pauku i Boogaloou i donose ultimativni "Doors doživljaj". Dodatna zanimljivost je da njihov pjevač Jason neodoljivo podsjeća na Jim Morrisona.



Ove godine obilježava se 40 godisnjica Doorsa i puno će se stvari tim povodom desiti - biti će objavljen box set sa čak 12 diskova na kojima će biti bendovih prvih 6 albuma remasteriranih i s bonus pjesmama te šest DVD-a s 5.1 remiksima studijskih albuma i još dodatnih materijala. Pojavit će se i vinilni Box set. U pripremi je i veliki Las Vegas show na temu Doorsa i izložba u Rock'n'roll Hall of Fame. U planu je i dokumentarac, nekoliko TV specijala i dvije knjige. Dakle puno stvari za mnogobrojne Doors fanove. Čak je i u Hrvatskoj objavljena knjiga John Densmora "Moj život sa Jom Morrisonom".

Iako su Doors postojali samo sedam godina (1965-1971) i snimili samo šest studijskih albuma, ostavili su neizbrisiv trag u rock`n`roll povijesti. Legendarne "Light my fire", "Roadhouse blues", "L.A. woman", "People are strange", "Break on trough", "Riders on the storm" i mnoge druge koje ćemo čuti u Boogaloou, ostale su u srcima fanova, tako da i danas nove generacije odrastaju na ostavstini Jim Morrisona, Ray Manzareka, Robbie Kriegera i John Densmorea.

Kako originalne Doors više nikada nećemo vidjeti uživo, najbliže što možemo poslušati su THE DOORS EXPERIENCE (www.thedoors.at). Zato Vas pozivamo da nam se pridružite u subotu 20.05.2006. u klubu Boogaloo na večeri posvećenoj ovom legendarnom bandu.

Ulaznice se u pretprodaji po 40 kuna mogu naći u Boogaloo-u, Route 66, Dancing Bear-u i Free Bird-u. Na ulazu u klub cijena će biti 50 kuna.

- 13:43 -

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Pink Floyd

Astronomy domine

lime and limpid green,
a second scene,
A fight between the blue
you once know
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground
Jupiter and Saturn Oberon Mirand
And Titania Neptune Titan
Stars can frighten...

Blinding signs flap flicker flicker flicker
Blam pow pow
Stairway scare Dan Dare who's there...

Lime and limpid green
he sound surrounds the icy waters under
Lime and limpid green
The sound surrounds the icy waters
Underground

Written by Syd Barrett


Bike

Syd Barrett


I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.


See Emily Play

Syd Barrett

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh
She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh
Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh
Float on a river forever and ever, Emily
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play


Echoes
Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Richard Wright, Nick Mason



Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.

And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....

Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no one sings me lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....


If

If I were a swan I'd be gone
If I were a train I'd be late
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do
If I were asleep I could dream
If I were afraid I could hide
If I go insane
Please don't put your wires in my brain
If I were the moon I'd be cool
If I were a rule I would bend
If I were a good man
I'd understand the spaces between friends
If I were alone I would cry
And if I were with you I'd be home and dry
And if I go insane
Will you still let me join in with the game
If I were a swan I'd be gone
If I were a train I'd be late again
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do

Music:Waters


Summer '68

Would you like to say something before you leave
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We say goodbye before we've said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know how do you feel
How do you feel
Not a single word was said, the night still hid our fears
Occasionally you showed a smile but what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon in a room of ninety-five
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man
Just you let me know how do you feel
How do you feel
Goodbye to you ...
Charlotte Pringle's due
I've had enough for one day

Music:Wright


Arnold Layne

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through baby blue
He dug it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
Takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne

Now he's caught
A nasty sort of person
They gave him time
Doors bang, chain gang
He hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
Takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne don't do it again


Remember A Day

Remember a day before today
A day when you were young
Free to play along with time
Evening never comes

Sing a song that can't be sung
Without the morning's kiss
Dream you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king

Why can't we play today?
Why can't we stay that way?

Climb your favourite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away

Why can't we reach the sun?
Why can't we blow the years away?
Blow away
Blow away
Remember
Remember


Breathe

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave


Brain Damage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me
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

Music: Waters


Eclipse

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon


Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out
of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right
without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder and harder and
harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control
you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows
and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to
need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone
Dragged down by the stone
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off
this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
how can I find my own way out of this maze?
Deaf dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real
friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead by the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone


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Another Brick In The Wall, Part I

Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was just bricks in the wall

Another Brick In The Wall, Part II

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave them kids alone
Hey teacher, leave the kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

Another Brick in the Wall, Part III

I don't need no walls around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need any thing at all
No, don't think I need anything at all
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall


Goobye Blue Sky

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye
Goodbye


Goodbye Cruel World

Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye to all you people There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye


Hey You

Hey you! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me
Hey you! standing in the aisles,
With itchy feet and fading smiles,
Can you feel me
Hey you! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the 'phone
Would you touch me
Hey you! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me
Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey you! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me
Hey you! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me
Hey you! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Music: Waters


Is There Anybody Out There?

Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?


Nobody Home

I got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hands blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe
When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohill boots
But I got fading roots


Outside The Wall

All alone, or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad ber's wall



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The Doors


The end

This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us X3
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end


Whiskey Bar (Albama song)

Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why


Twentieth Century Fox

Well, she's fashionably lean
And she's fashionably late
She'll never rank a scene
She'll never break a date
But she's no drag
Just watch the way she walks

She's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox

No tears, no fears
No ruined years
No clocks
She's a twentieth century fox

She's the queen of cool
And she's the lady who waits
Since her mind left school
It never hesitates
She won't waste time
On elementary talk

'Cause she's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox

Got the world locked up
Inside a plastic box
She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox


Break On Through (To The Other Side)

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She gets, she gets
She gets, she gets

I found an island in your arms
A country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lied
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Made the scene from week to week
Day to day, hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, break on through
Break on through, break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, . . .


Roadhouse Blues

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real
Good time

Yeah, in back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, in back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long


Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now

Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Yeah, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long


You Make Me Real

I really want you, really do.
Really need you baby, God knows I do.
'Cause I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistake and misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
I really want you, really do.
Really need you baby, really do.
Well I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do?

You make me real.
Only you, baby have that appeal.

So let me slide in your tender sunken sea.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Roll now, baby, roll
Well, roll now, baby, roll
You gotta roll now, baby, roll
Roll now, honey, roll
You gotta roll now, baby, roll
Make me free
You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistake and misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Make me free, You make me free.


Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm




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