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    Supergirl

    You can tell by the way, she walks that she's my girl.
    You can tell by the way, she talks that she rules the world.
    You can see in her eyes that no one is her chain.
    She's my girl, my supergirl.

    And then she'd say, it's Ok, I got lost on the way
    but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls don't cry.
    And then she'd say, it's alright, I got home late last night,
    but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

    And then she'd say that nothing can go wrong.
    When you're in love, what can go wrong?
    And then she'd laugh the nightime into day
    pushing her fear further long.

    And then she'd say, it's Ok, I got lost on the way
    but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls don't cry.
    And then she'd say, it's alright, I got home, late last night
    but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

    And then she'd shout down the line tell me she's got no more time
    'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls don't hide.
    And then she'd scream in my face, tell me that leave, leave this place
    'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

    Yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl,
    she's sewing seeds, she's burning trees
    She's sewing seeds, she's burning trees,
    yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl, a supergirl, my supergirl..


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    Me, Myself & I

    VoLem:

    *Lanu party
    *rock
    *Irish cream
    *Ljubičastu boju
    *matematiku smokin
    *seku Mašu kiss
    *paukowe
    *Marinero thumbup
    *horrore
    *Ivana cerek

    Ne voLem

    *machke mad
    *špinat
    *presavršenu sLatkicu
    *fancy things bang
    *Park
    *maLe bebe njami
    *buci-bu sranja
    *roza boju blabla
    *gay slowa
    *fazanke burninmad

    Slušam:

    *Đorđe Balašević
    *Red Hot Chili Peppers
    *Čovek bez sluha
    *Damir Urban
    *Gužva u 16ercu
    *Six Pack
    *Coldplay
    *Letu Štuke
    *EKV
    *Pearl Jam
    *Van Gogh
    *Prljavo kazalište
    *Hladno Pivo
    *Azra
    *Loš Primjer
    *Bajaga
    *Izolanti
    *Riblja Čorba
    *Laufer
    *Off Side cerek
    etc.

    The man who sold the world

    We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when. Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend. Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes. I thought you died alone, a long, long time ago

    Oh no, not me
    We never lost control
    You're face to face
    With The Man Who Sold The World

    I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home. I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here. I must have died along, a long, long time ago

    Who knows? Not me
    I never lost control
    You're face to face
    With the Man who Sold the World

    by Nirvana

    Kad odem

    Kad odem, kad me đavo isprati glavnim sokakom i kad mesečina zaveje moj trag, nemoj tugovati jer jednom svakom mali nemi slavuj doleti na prag.

    Kad odem, kad zamumla vetar zimske očenaše i kad mrtvo lišće potera u kas, za kaznu prognaće i tamburaše zbog pogrešne pesme u pogrešan čas.

    Hej, budi jaka ti, najlakše je plakati. To nam samo Gospod svira jesenju sonatu.

    Snio sam vrata u tom suvom zlatu, strah me da prođem al' proći ću.

    Znam, laf si stari ti, nemoj sve pokvariti, kresni samo jednu sveću na svetog Jovana.

    Ne čuvaj dugo pepeo tih dana, kad jednom odem, a poći cu.

    Kad odem, kad u prozor staviš prvu hrizantemu i kad popucaju divlji kesteni ne pali uzalud fenjer na tremu kad me otmu magle jedne jeseni.

    Hej, budi jaka ti, najlakše je plakati. To nam samo gospod svira jesenju sonatu.

    Snio sam vrata u tom suvom zlatu,strah me da prođem al' proći ću.

    Znam, laf si stari ti, nemoj sve pokvariti, kresni samo jednu sveću na svetog Jovana.

    Ne čuvaj dugo pepeo tih dana, kad jednom odem, a poći cu.

    Kad jednom odem...

    by Đorđe Balašević

    Mala truba

    Pogledom pratim let dvije muhe - igraju se dok sjedim sam i čekam vrijeme da se vrati, a negdje tamo iz daljine probija se, čujes li je, mala truba traži put za njene riječi.

    Sad je dobro - mala truba svira dalje. Sad je dobro - ona misli još na mene.

    I puštam novčiće iz ruku, neka padnu, neka zvone. Sve je bolje od tišine koja grize, a negdje tamo iz daljine probija se, čujes li je, mala truba traži put za njene riječi.

    Sad je dobro - mala truba svira dalje. Sad je dobro - ona misli još na mene.

    by Urban

    Daleko blizu daleko

    Dugo sam disao sam glumeći uvek da znam pravi razlog mog prokletog ćutanja, zaspalih ljubavi dah, pluskvamperfekat.

    Tog petka pao je mrak, moj korak-sve osim lak baš je gubio nadu kad se desio taj aperkat, čitav svemir skriven ispod njenih obrva.

    Delfinu prelepi moj, šta god da pomisliš, ovako blesav i lud već te godinama tražim svud sleđen pri pomisli da možda i ne postojiš. Kiše dosadni ples, samo golica žeđ da ti pomerim sa čela tvrdoglavi taj pramen smeđ pa naslonim usne ko balon od sapunice..

    Znam, znam misliš "tužan je dan" kada semafor je crven, a ti žuris u stan. Vest za tebe glasi ima ko da te spasi pogledom gladnim oslobodi. Moj telefon gubi smisao, ne znam zašto sam uopšte i pisao sve te brojeve, kupole bojeve, prosto prorade u glavi kad se pojavi na njemu tvoj broj.

    Često uzdahnem sam i sasvim sigurno znam pravi razlog mog prokletog ćutanja. Daleko blizu daleko sanjaš isti san...

    by Čovek Bez Sluha

    Hey there Delilah

    Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City?I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do, time Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true.

    Hey there Delilah, don't you worry about the distance, I'm right there, if you get lonely give this song another listen, close your eyes, listen to my voice it's my disguise, I'm by your side.

    Oh it's what you do to me,
    Oh it's what you do to me,
    Oh it's what you do to me,
    Oh it's what you do to me,
    What you do to me.

    Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard but just believe me girl, someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar. We'll have it good, we'll have the life we knew we would, my word is good.

    Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say, if every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away I'd write it all, even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all.

    Oh it's what you do to me,
    Oh it's what you do to me,
    Oh it's what you do to me,
    Oh it's what you do to me.

    A thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars, I'd walk to you if I had no other way.Our friends would all make fun of us and we'll just laugh along because we know that none of them have felt this way. Delilah, I can promise you that by the time we get through the world will never ever be the same and you're to blame.

    Hey there Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me. Two more years and you'll be done with school and I'll be making history like I do, you know it's all because of you, we can do whatever we want to. Hey there Delilah here's to you, this ones for you.

    Oh It's what you do to me!
    Oh it's what you do to me!
    Oh it's what you do to me!
    Oh it's what you do to me!
    Oh it's what you do to me!
    What you do to me.

    by Plain White

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  • Odlazi cirkus

    „...ma jebite se devedesete, vas mogu jedino psovati. Za vama niko neće žaliti, niti vam stihove kovati...“
    ...otvorim oči...dobro poznati stihovi se nastavljaju...gasim alarm na mobu...nakon par sekundi napokon shvacham...došao je taj dan...došao je taj utorak...danas ću vidjeti Balaševića...

    Odlazi cirkus iz našeg malog grada
    širokim drumom što izlazi na most.
    Odlazi cirkus i ja se pitam sada:
    ko je domaćin, a ko je bio gost?


    ...ustajem u mraku i raširenih zjenica bacam se u potragu za sinoć pripremljenom odjećom...spremila sam se munjevitom brzinom i otrčala na bus...po glavi mi se motala samo jedna misao...danas ću vidjeti Balaševića...

    Nestaje cirkus u širokoj ravnici.
    U kišnoj noći za njim se srebri trag.
    Odlazi fakir i artisti na žici
    i tužni pajac što bio mi je drag.


    ...dan je tekao relativno sporo...shoping u Avenue...klopa u McDonaldsu...kava...šetnja...pa još malo shopinga...puno smijeha, ali i nervoze i iščekivanja...i tako...a ja sam razmišljala samo o jednoj stvari...danas ću vidjeti Balaševića...

    Da l' je sve bilo samo fol?
    Da l' je sve samo jeftin trik?
    Il' sve te maske kriju bol
    i neki sasvim drugi lik?


    ...oko pola 8 smo se lagano zaputili prema Kerempuhu...ono o leptirićima u trbuhu mi se sada činilo tako blesavo...nisam ni trepnula, a već se smještamo na naša mjesta...balkon lijevo, peti red, peto mjesto...oće me te petice...bacam pogled na praznu pozornicu...pogled zadržim na mikrofonu i mislim samo na jednu stvar...danas ću vidjeti Balaševića...

    Pričaće deca o svetlima arene,
    vežbaće krišom kod kuće neki štos.
    Ali već sutra, čim prođe neko vreme
    samo će retko pomišljati na to.


    ...pljesak...dobro poznato lice pojavljuje se na pozornici...pogled mi zastru suze...brzim treptajima odagnam ih s očiju...kao u filmu...sve se odvijalo u nekom slow motionu...njegov glas...njegov smijeh...u trenutku je sve ostalo postalo tako nebitno...tako nevažno...

    Ostaće okrugli trag na mestu šatre,
    tu gde se hrvao s tigrom hrabri Grk.
    I par plakata, na njima gutač vatre
    kome će klinci već nacrtati brk.


    ...šale je redao jednu za drugom...a pjesme...zna se...jedna bolja od druge...publika je jedan tren plakala, a drugi se smijala...eh...kako je okrenuo taj ringišpil u mojoj glavi...to ne zna niko, samo on...bez njega drveni konjići tužno stoje...

    Da l' je sve bilo samo fol?
    Da l' je sve samo jeftin trik?
    Il' sve te maske kriju bol
    i neki sasvim drugi lik?


    ...pitaju me ljudi kako mi je bilo...svima kažem isto...nema tih riječi kojima bi se mogao opisati taj osjećaj kad sjediš, a ispred tebe stoji čovjek kojeg obožavaš i čekaš 17 godina da ga vidiš...bar na tren...

    Laku noć, dame i gospodo.
    Eto, i ova predstava je završena.
    Nadam se da ste uživali u njoj.
    Bilo je zadovoljstvo glupirati se
    za vas sve ove godine.
    Nadam se da ćemo se još
    videti u nekom drugom gradu,
    na nekoj drugoj predstavi,
    u nekom drugom cirkusu.


    ...uspomena na ovaj dan vječna je...


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    |ponedjeljak, 30.03.2009., 18:13|

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    Supergirl

    ...you can tell by the way,
    she walks that she's my girl.
    You can tell by the way,
    she talks that she rules the world.
    You can see in her eyes
    that no one is her chain.
    She's my girl, my supergirl...

    ...and then she'd say,
    it's Ok, I got lost on the way
    but I'm a supergirl,
    and supergirls don't cry.
    And then she'd say, it's alright,
    I got home late last night,
    but I'm a supergirl,
    and supergirls just fly...

    ...and then she'd say
    that nothing can go wrong.
    When you're in love,
    what can go wrong?
    And then she'd laugh
    the nightime into day
    pushing her fear further long...

    ...and then she'd say,
    it's Ok, I got lost on the way
    but I'm a supergirl,
    and supergirls don't cry.
    And then she'd say, it's alright,
    I got home, late last night
    but I'm a supergirl,
    and supergirls just fly...

    ...and then she'd shout
    down the line tell me
    she's got no more time
    'cause she's a supergirl,
    and supergirls don't hide.
    And then she'd scream in my face,
    tell me that leave, leave this place
    'cause she's a supergirl,
    and supergirls just fly...

    ...yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl,
    she's sewing seeds, she's burning trees
    She's sewing seeds, she's burning trees,
    yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl,
    a supergirl, my supergirl...


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    |petak, 13.03.2009., 08:48|

    |9| Komentari| Print| #






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