HEY THERE HAPPY PEOPLE :)

U početku bijah fetus, sada djevojče

dadoše mi ime : Lara
vegetiram u : jezikoslovnoj gimnaziji zijev

uživam u : glazbi, pjevalaštvu, čitanju knjiga, glumatanju, debati
biološka vrsta : kralješnjak sa ljudskim osobinama smijeh

prebivalište : Amerika u malom...Zagreb grad!! :D
KONTAKTOVAT ME MOŽETE NA : icq 415-905-788 i zhuta_banana@hotmail.com
od GLAZBE VOLIM :
rock, reggae, jazz, blues, indijsku, kinesku glazbu..i ponekad neku psihodeliju..
TAČNIJE :

Led Zepelin smijeh

Pearl Jam

Uriah Heep cerek

Janis Joplin party

Urban (Damir)
The Who njami

Ben Harper
Skid Row
The Kinks
Bob Marley smokin

Terry Reid
Queen nut

AC/DC
Mando Diao - zahvaljujući July Morning thumbup

Fat Freddys Drop smokin

Pink Floyd naughty

Deep Purple
Rory Gallagher
Riblja Ćorba (da isprovociram one prepismene) njami

Azra
Skunk Anansie
Simon and Garfunkel
Kelly Family
Svadbas
Ramirez
Jamie Cullum
Katie Melua
Vatra
Brain Holidays smokin

Incubus
East of Eaden
Siddharta
The Strokes
Aerosmith
Queens of the stone age
Travis, Oasis

Udat ću se za : ....njega..edija!

Pakao nakon gimnazije : Akademija dramske umjetnosti, glazba...maybe medicina - za psihijatra smokin

SLOGANI : peace, love, sex and rock n' roll!
gey is okey! thumbup

save the world, kill yourself! dead

flower power smijeh

don't worry, be hippy smokin

slušati mamu i tatu! blabla

VOLJELA BIH : imati psa, činčilu i čimpanzu, otići na Jamajku i Kubu, sudjelovati u radnim akcijama u Africi
(pomoći gladnoj djeci i ostalim jadnim crnčičima), živjeti u fora stanu s gey cimerom,
zagrliti dupina, spasiti pse iz šinteraja, kupiti konja, upoznati mamu s
Richardom Geerom...!

Deca Cveča - Riblja ćorba

Matori opet lupeta
Seca se svoga vremena
Nosio je kosu do dupeta
Poglavica hippy plemena
Iso je na Woodstock i White
Sada je pao nisko
Za svoje vreme je bio all right
Pevao "San Francisco"
Kad je matori bio mlad
Ribe su bile zgodne
On vise nicemu ne sluzi sad
I drema svako popodne
Oni su znali sta je to sreca
Bili su mladi i deca cveca
Matori cuti, ko se jos seca
Hippy vremena i dece cveča

...Small town - Pearl Jam

I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar yet, I can't seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place, I wish I'd seen the place
But no one's ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)

I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
me, you wouldnt recall, for I'm not my former
It's hard when you're stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see
I just want to scream...hello...
My god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade...fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (3x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade...

Lola - The Kinks

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [LP version:
Coca-Cola]
C-O-L-A cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a DARK BROWN voice she said Lola
L-O-L-A Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

Well I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said little boy won't you come home with me
Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except my Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said little boy I'm gonna make you a man

Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

Now I've got my Magic Bus

subota, 05.05.2007.

Talkin' about a revolution

...predobra pjesma od Tarcy Chapman... njami

...dobih njezin cede neki dan...savršenstvo, fala Bogu smijeh

...danas načuh nešto o funky situationu u močvari...
...nadam se da će moji debeli batci dohodat do tamo njami

...majkl đekson se nikako ne smije propustiti smokin

...a i otac će da brata i mene ostavi same doma prek vikenada... party

...majka u austrliJi, on na selu, buraz i ja...ŽURKA!!!!! party

...eto, čekam katju da me nazove pa da s krilcima odemo u grad smijeh

...nismo dugo privlačile pažnju svojom pojavom... nut

...joj, ne, lažem...neki dan smo bile vani... naughty

...najbolje mi je ono : cure, kaj nisu maškare prošle? bang

...pa zar ljudi ne mogu izmislit nekaj novo?... eek

...onaj slogan postaje zbilja dosadan... bang

...ljudi su stvarno nemaštoviti... bang

...nego, kao i uvijek ne znam što da natipkam... lud

...evo, za kraj pjesma... wave

Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they'd gather 'round and started talkin'
Is when Billy would take me walkin'
A' through the backyard we'd go walkin'
And then he'd look into my eyes
And lord knows to my surprise

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, yes he was
Oh, yes he was

Being good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I'd try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come and tell me everything is all right
He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right
And can we get away again tonight?

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, yes he was
Oh, yes he was

- 10:19 - Hangman, hold it a little while (46) - Go ask Alice - #

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