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Tin Ujević:"Tajanstvena"
Tko sam i što sam
Što ču,koga volim,
Što tražim,kuda idem
Za čim lutam?
Uzalud nebo za odgovor molim
Uplašen sobom svoje suze gutam;
Tajanstvo srca i života zebem,
Ne poznajem ništa,a najmanje sebe.
-ovo smo naučili na vjeronauku i meni se to bas svidilo,mozda sad mislite da sam luda ali sta mogu,meni se svida.
EVO OVO SAM POBRO SA JEDNOG BLOGA!!!
To je ''dzubrivo''(splitski bend)
-vaša kcerka je kurva
ona se gleda i skače
tko se na koga fura
al ona kod kuće plače
da je nitko ne razumi
i da je nitko ne shvaća
i vi ne znate kako ona glumi
to je opet na ulicu vraća
VAŠA KĆERKA JE DROLJAAA
po njoj skaču i stari i mladii
DA LI JE TO VAŠA GREŠKA ILI VOLJAAA
da joj stalno netko gura ili vadi
nemojte lagat samog sebe
kćer vam se u tom basu jebe
VAŠA KĆERKA JE _-------GLUPAAA
i nezna sto su prezervativi
i ona se napumpaaa
za isto su joj drugi krivi
jer ona ima radno vrimeee
za nju nema zimeee
za pare ona daje svimaaa
sve veličine priiimaaa
VAŠA KĆERKA JE DROLJAAA
po njoj skaču i stari i mladii
DA LI JE TO VAŠA GREŠKA ILI VOLJAAA
da joj stalno netko gura ili vadi
nemojte lagat samog sebe
kćer vam se u tom basu jebe
Evo par fora slika!!
AIN'T TALKING ABOUT LOVE-VAN HALEN
I heard the news lady
all about your disease
yeah you may have all you want baby
but I got something you need (Oh, Yeah)
Ain't talking bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain't talking bout love
Just like I told you before, yeah before
You know your semi-good looking
and on the streets again
oh-yeah you think your really cooking baby
you better find yourself a friend, my friend
Aint talking bout love
my love is rotten to the core
Ain't even talking bout love
just like I told you before, before, before, before
Ain't talking bout love
Baby its rotten to the core
Ain't talking bout love
Just like I told you before, a before
I been to the edge
and there I stood and looked down
you know I lost a lot of friends there baby
I got no time to mess around
So if you want it, I gotta cut you free baby
I gotta cut you free baby x3
Ain't talking bout love
my love is rotten to the core
Ain't talking bout love
Just like I told you before , before, before
Ain't talking bout love
Don't wanna talk about love
Don't even talk about love
Ain't gonna talk about love, no more, no more
Hey, Hey, Hey, (x9)
Jimi Hendrix - Hey Joe
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Alright. I'm goin down to shoot my old lady,
you know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.
Yeah,! I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady,
you know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.
Huh! And that ain't too cool.
[2nd verse [Ah. -backing vocal on each line]]
Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down,
you shot her down.
Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot you old lady down,
you shot her down to the ground. Yeah!
Yes, I did, I shot her,
you know I caught her messin' 'round,
messin' 'round town.
Uh, yes I did, I shot her
you know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town.
And I gave her the gun and I shot her!
Alright
(Ah! Hey Joe)
Shoot her one more time again, baby!
(Oo)
Yeah.
(Hey Joe!)
Ah, dig it!
(Hey)
Ah! Ah!
(Joe where you gonna go?)
Oh, alright.
[3rd verse]
Hey Joe, said now,
(Hey)
uh, where you gonna run to now, where you gonna run to?
Yeah.
(where you gonna go?)
Hey Joe, I said,
(Hey)
where you goin' to run
to now, where you, where you gonna go?
(Joe!)
Well, dig it!
I'm goin' way down south, way down south,
(Hey)
way down south to Mexico way! Alright!
(Joe)
I'm goin' way down south,
(Hey, Joe)
way down where I can be free!
(where you gonna...)
Ain't no one gonna find me babe!
(...go?)
Ain't no hangman gonna,
(Hey, Joe)
he ain't gonna put a rope around me!
(Joe where you gonna..)
You better belive it right now!
(...go?)
I gotta go now!
Hey, hey, hey Joe,
(Hey Joe)
you better run on down!
(where you gonna...)
Goodbye everybody. Ow!
(...go?)
Hey, hey Joe, what'd I say,
(Hey.......................Joe)
run on down.
(where you gonna go?)
Himna HSP
Lijepo li je hrvat biti
majko hvala ti
ljubit Boga blizeg svoga
tu i umrijeti
ljubit Boga blizeg svoga
tu i umrijeti
Sad pogledaj sa visine
Oce domovine
Pravaska te krila nose
s tim se ponose
Pravaska te krila nose
s tim se ponose
HSP ovci pozdravljaju svoju domovinu
Za dom spremni i slobodu Hrvatskome rodu
Za dom spremni i slobodu Hrvatskome rodu
Zivi vjecno zemljo moja nemoj se kriti
Pravas ce te uvijek znati casno braniti
Pravas ce te uvijek znati casno braniti
8 GODINA
REFREN:
JER 8 GODINA SMO SKUPA BILI MI I SKUPA SE DRUZILI
I SVAKI DAN SMO PROBLEME RADILI,SKOLU SMO MRZILI
JER 8 GODINA SMO SKUPA BILI MI I SKUPA SE DRUZILI
I LUDACI SMO MI,LUDACI SVAKAVI!
TIH SMO GODINA SRANJA RADILI,I PROFE ZAJEBAVALI
NISMO UCILI,KOMADE SKUPLJALI,KOSU RASKI DIZALI
U RANIM SATIMA PRED SKOLU STIZALI,ZA MARENDU ZICALI
ZA KAVU SMO IMALI DA NEBI ZASPALI NA SATU HRVATSKOG!
REFREN
ONDA JE KRENULO 8a JE POSTAO NAJGORI RAZRED U SKOLI
DNEVNIK SE RASPAO OD UDARANJA UCENIKA PO GLAVI
A MI SMO SMOTANI SVI IZ TOG RAZREDA POL SKOLE PORAZBIJALI
NEKI SU PROFACI TADA GOVORILI KAKO BOBO NECE USPJETI
OVO JE LUDA GENERACIJA ALI 8a JE NAJLUDI
SVI SMO TAKO SPALJENI OD PROFA NISMO MI HVALJENI!
I TO SMO MI,TO SMO MI,VOLIM VAS SVE
JER 8 GODINA SMO SKUPA BILI MI
TO SMO MI,VOLIM VAS SVE!
-himna 8A razreda 2004/2005,prerada od daleke obale-80.
"Lonely Boy"
I'm left in misery
The girl I love's gone across the sea
I'm all alone
I ain't got no home
Mandy was her name
Sleepin' was her game
She didn't care about me
Oh God, baby can't you see
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I need her tender touch
Oh, I need it oh so much
I can't forget
I'm so upset
I wonder where she's gone
I wonder where she went wrong
I wanna get her back to me
But I think she's tired of me
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
Every time I think of her
It brings back memories
I remember how it used to be
Oh baby, can't you see?
Oh baby, come back to me.
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
Oh my darlin' can't you see
You're the one that means so much to me
I know I need you're tender touch
Oh I need it oh so much
I can't wait to fill your crotch
Oh what a crotch
I can't wait to fuck it
Evo ovo gore je naša osnovna škola!!
neke zivotinje:
ovo gore je moja maca!
LEGENDE:
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YESTERDAY
Yesterday, there was so many things
I was never told
Now that I'm startin' to learn
I feel I'm growing old
'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Time just fades the pages
In my book of memories
Prayers in my pocket
And no hand in destiny
I'll keep on movin' along
With no time to plant my feet
'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Some things could be better
If we'd all just let them be
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Got nothin' for me
Yesterday, there was so many things
I was never shown
Suddenly this time I found
I'm on the streets and I'm all alone
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday
Yesterday
THE KKK TOOK MY BABY AWAY
She went away for the holidays
Said she's going to LA
But she never got there
She never got there
She never got there, they say
She went away for the holidays
Said she's going to LA
But she never got far
She never got there,
She never got there, they say
The KKK took my baby away
They took her away, away from me
The KKK took my baby away
They took her away, away from me
Now I don't know where my baby can be
They took her from me they took her from me
I don't know where my baby can be
They took her from me they took her from me
Ring me, ring me, ring me up the president
And find out where my baby went
Ring me, ring me, ring me up the FBI
And find out if my baby’s alive, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooo... ooo... ooo...
She went away for holidays
Said she's going to LA
But she never got there
She never got there
She never got there, they say
She went away for holidays
Said she's going to LA
But she never got there
She never got there
She never got there, they say
The KKK took my baby away
They took her away, away from me
The KKK took my baby away
They took her away, away from me
The KKK took my baby away
They took her away, away from me
The KKK took my baby away
They took my girl, they took my baby away
BLACK DIAMOND
Again I see you standing there watching me
Your gaze, those eyes are tantalizing openly
Inviting me to get close to you
Can't help myself
There's fascination in the air
I try to fight this strong sensation
But there's no chance to escape from this temptation
Feels like I've known you before
Repeating phrases
But I yearn for something more
I know I can't stay by your side forever
But I know I won't forget your beauty
My black diamond
I know I can't stay by your side forever
But I know I won't forget your beauty
My black diamond
I know I can't stay by your side forever
But I know I won't forget your beauty
My black diamond
FOREVER
I stand alone in the darkness
The winter of my life came so fast
Memories go back to my childhood
To days I still recall
Oh how happy I was then
There was no sorrow there was no pain
Walking through the green fields
Sunshine in my eyes
I'm still there everywhere
I'm the dust in the wind
I'm the star in the northern sky
I never stayed anywhere
I'm the wind in the trees
Would you wait for me forever?
STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN-LED ZEPPELIN
There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
There’s a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
’cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
There’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There’s a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it’s whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow
Don’t be alarmed now,
It’s just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won’t go
In case you don’t know,
The piper’s calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev’rything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
Chop suey-SOAD
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
Rocket Queen-GUNS N' ROSES
If I say I don't need anyone
I can say these things to you
'cause
I can turn on anyone
Just like I've turned on you
I've got a tingue like a razor
A sweet switchblade knife
I can do you favors
But then you'll do whatever I like
Chorus:
Here I am
And you're a Rocket Queen
I might be a little young
But Honey I ain't naive
Here I am
And you're a Rocket Queen oh yeah
I might be too much
But honey you're a bit obscene
I've seen everything imaginable
Pass before these eyes
I've had everything that's tangible
Honey you'd be surprised
I'm a sexual innuendo
In this burned out paradise
If you turn me on to anything
You better turn me on tonight
Chorus
I see you standing
Standing on your own
It's such a lonely place for you
For you to be
If you need a shoulder
Or if you need a friend
I'll be here standing
Until the bitter end
No one needs the sorrow
No one needs the pain
I hate to see you
Walking out there
Out in the rain
So don't chastise me
Or think I, I mean you harm
Of those that take you
Leave you strung out
Much too far
Baby - yeah
Don't ever leave me
Say you'll always be there
All I ever wanted
Was for you
To know that I care
AC/DC-BIG GUN
Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down
Living out a fantasy
There's a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don't let it be wrong
Don't let it be right
Get in his way
You're dead in his sights
[Chorus:]
Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you
Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin' up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Gettin' off and doing no good
If you ain't wise they'll cannibalise
Tear flesh off you
Classified lady killers
Preyin' in the human zoo
They saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around
[Chorus]
Yeah
Show down
Ooooh yeah yeah
ye yeah yeah
Big gun
Big gun number one
mmmmmm
whoa whoa
yeah yeah
b - b - b - b - b - b - b
Big gun, got a hot one
Big gun, got a number one
Big gun, loaded and cocked
Big gun, hot hot hot
Got big gun, ready or not
Big gun, give it, give it a shot, c'mon
Terminator, Uzi makers
Regulators, gonna get you later
Big gun kick the hell out of you
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