nedjelja, 17.04.2005.
za ništa
nedilja je definitivno čudan dan. jutro je čudno kad se probudiš u 11, a zaspao si u 4,30. pa se čudiš sam sebi, pa se čudiš vrimenu, pa skužiš da te jebeno boli glava, a i probava ti je nekako vesela i zaigrana. na televiziji nema ništa, i iz tog razloga počneš raditi nešto korisno. bilo šta. i onda izađeš na kavu.
kad ti poznati ljudi pivaju, lipo pivaju, i oko tebe sve neki dragi ljudi... uhvati te neka čudna tuga. jer si pri kraju. i sve si ti to lipo zamislio u svojoj glavi, to šta te čeka, al nekako počneš biti svjestan da to možda i neće ispasti po planu i da će ti neki od tih iznimno dragih ljudi biti pun kurac daleko i da će neke stvari ostati neproživljene, ili davno proživljene... ono, kad smo bili dica, srednjoškolci....
totalno sam kenjava.
nediljon, češće od bilo kojeg drugog dana, kontempliram. i di me ta kontemplacija dovede? do stupnja da sam raznježena, kenjava i tužna, a (osim ovog prvog) to nikad nisam.
ili gotovo nikad.
nediljon sam sposobna uru i dvadeset pričati o nečem šta me nevjerojatno frustrira, a rješenje je totalno u mojim rukama. samo šta ja ne mogu sebe prisiliti na poduzimanje koraka koji rezultiraju rješenjem. što stvara nove frustracije, o kojima sam sposobna pričati narednih uru i dvadeset.
zaključak?
nemojte se sa mnom družiti nediljama.
Walking down this hill tonight
I had a thought all to myself
As I contemplated the moonlight
We've got it all, we've got it made
I don't know how I got here
But I'm holding on for the crash
Pull myself out of the moon
I know I'll never go there but
It's shining down from up on high
We got it made, we got it made
I don't know what we gotta make
Sooner or later we die
We're apart, go to pieces
While I go to sleep
Look into my heart, oh baby
Don't become a part of the past
You can be a part of the key
Don't turn away, don't run away
Don't leave me hanging by a thread
Shine a little love down on me
We're in love, make your peace
Wasting time is all you need
Walking down this hill tonight
I had a thought it was my own
Moon swept by the clouds and save the starlight
Or shall I be or shall I not be
I don't know I just don't
Feel like it tonight
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And maybe you're the Circle Line girl, trying so hard not to let on you know I'm looking at the way your toes poke out through your sandals, at funny angles to your feet, and how you know it turns me on
Or maybe you're the Spanish girl, playing with your hair as you wait for your friend in that wild octagon of mirrors the Tate calls a coffee shop ..... And I can smell that hair from here, and I can see from eight different angles the way your nipples look through that thin black cotton top, reflected to infinity ..... And oh God it's places like that and purple-tipped prose like this, that's going to haemorrhage me girl .....
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
Or maybe you're the bay window girl in Wandsworth Town, in ripped jeans and open venetians, painting the difficult corner of an empty room white under a naked bulb, leaning across the bar at the top of your stepladder at the precise moment I'm passing on the steep street at the bottom of your garden in the gathering night ..... voyeur's delight
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
Or maybe you're the foundation painter at the Central School, looking so fine-boned I could carry you home in your portfolio case, laced up gently so you won't cry out on the bus and give the game away, tied up lightly, because girl, how could I knowingly injure someone with your perfect lips and wrists, your exquisite structure ..... Oh little acrylic painter, I can kiss eggshells, I can be ginger, all the critics say I'm such a sensitive singer .....
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
And maybe you're listening to my voice now, on your Walkman or your bedsit Dansette, letting my songs slip into you on this quiet night in with your pads of doodles and your fingers full of pencils and low tar cigarettes ..... And the music's light and pleasant so you hardly notice what I'm singing about in 'Paper Wraps Rock' and 'Murderers, the Hope of Women', my voice is just a sound that pleases you, that enters you and leaves you just the same, and that's how I want it to stay, because, you know .....
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
But some of those were bitter records, records which accuse women, girls like you, of using your attractiveness wantonly and wilfully to trap and to paralyse men who wanted you and could never have you, men who sometimes felt the perverse urge to trash the women they desired the most, men who imagined they despised all those immaculate visions ..... what adolescent crap, what kind of idiot would sing that? Oh, not me because, you know .....
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
But sometimes I think that every man who writes, every man who paints or composes, deep soul or symphonies, it makes no difference, all those men are only making do with substitutes: Solomon, Confucius, Franz Kafka, they'd never have done it if they'd been as beautiful as you, sitting cross-legged there with gentle music lapping around a promise, there where your thighs meet, of fertility a million artists couldn't compete with
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
And all the time I see you there in the eye of my mind, and all that cheap macho stuff about de Sade and misogyny vanishes into thin air and I'm moved to tears just like any other sucker who's been bruised by all the things that weren't to be, and yet who's ready to fall down on his knees in front of a woman and say "Whatever you may do, whatever you may be to me, despite the times we disagree, your ridiculous ambitions, your conventional inhibitions, I want you to know that I respect you, I accept you and I want you to accept me, I want to kiss you, kiss your stockinged knee, accept the uniquely soft flesh on the undersides of your hips"
Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you
glupe, besmislene i nadasve komične svakodnevne izjave...da niste ni svjesni koliko su glupe
1. pribit ću te ko vola u kupusu (???)
2.ubiti oko (livo ili desno?)
3.najebat ko žuti (kako to žuti, pobogu, najebaje?)
4.ritko na plitko
5. ...puca pogled
6. obukla si se u široke gaće
7. raspojasa si se
8. jadna ti maništra
9. pijan ko majka
10. prodavat muda pod bubrige
11. s koljena na koljeno
12. na licu mjesta
13. nisan ja veslo cica
14. na sto muka
15. na po uha
16. aj ti tuda
17. baš si neka (kakva?)
18. idi doma gazit zelje
19. za babino brašno
20. ni vrit ni mimo
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