subota, 01.04.2006.

Par sranja o svemu....

Lažna obećanja
Sve što smo obećali prve sekunde nove ili srčući sarmu oko podneva
prvog prvog pada u vodu već trećeg prvog, jer na dijetu nemremo dok
ne požderemo odojke i kolače, seksa nema ni od korova jer smo debeli,
ružni, blijedi, podočnjikavi i prištavi, a u teretanu ionako idu samo pederi.
Auto nećete zaradit osim ako ne ukradete, zadužite se, ubijete ili imat rođaka
na važnom mjestu, na godišnji ćete kad vam odredi šef, a sreća je ionako

relativan pojam.

Snijeg
Snijeg je nešto divno, ali snijeg u gradu od milijun stanovnika je lijep jedino
dok ga gledaš s prozora toplog doma. Čim se suočiš s njim, postaje ubojita
melasasta govnolika susnježica koja ulazi u tenisice (čizme su mokre od čišćenja
zatrpanog auta na čije ti se mjesto čim se okreneš parkira neki hercegovački tenk),
tjera na padanje i prokleto je mokra za sve dijelove tijela minimalno do podneva kad
se konačno i dokopaš posla. A kad trebaš doma, ima ga još metar. Prema nekom
Murphyjevom zakonu, što češće čistiš snijeg, on će više padat.

Sportovi
Osim što osobno nismo ni za što, svi zanimljivi sportaši u siječnju štrajkaju
(osim Branka Zorka i onih dosadnih pustinjskih štakora relijaša koji su jedini
razlog da sportski komentatori dobivaju pare u siječnju – ukinite i jedne i druge!),
pa nema ni nogometa, ni formule, čak ni atletike. A otkako su uveli kvalifikacije
za skijaške skokove, nema više ni simpatičnih Engleza ni Nizozemaca
samoubojica koji bi slijetali na one ukrasne boriće sekundu nakon što su
polijetali ukrivo uz najjače moguće odobravanje kako raje s tribina, tako
i nas kod kuće uz bakine kolačiće i kuhanu rakijicu.

31 dan
Siječanj ima 31 dan. Da nema veljače iza njega, bilo bi još više mrtvih…
A i ovako je raj za samoubojice.

Pet ponedjeljaka
Ovaj siječanj ima čak pet ponedjeljaka. Pet puta ćete morat gledat
sapatnička lica kolega nakon tako kratkog a strgavajućeg vikenda jer
je siječanj i hladno je.

A ne kaže uzalud stara kineska:
jedna čašica alkohola skraćuje život za tri minute,
jedna cigareta za pet,
jedan dobar seks (ono kad se oznojiš ko vidra i sve dahćeš čupajući plahtu),
za sat vremena,
a jedan obični radni dan za punih 8 sati…

Petak 13
Da bi sve bilo uobličeno, potrudio se i nesretni petak, kad se definitivno
mora dogoditi nešto nedobro. Tipa pad sige na krov auta, popravak bojlera,
iznenadni napad hemeroida (kurac iznenadni, sjeti se što si sve stavio u sebe),
obavezna zubobolja (napada li zubobolja ikad osim u petak navečer?),
dolazak nenajavljenog dosadnog rođaka kad imate za pogledat još pol sata
filma a videoteka zatvara za sat, otkriće da ste alergični na borove iglice ili
pak otkriće termita u štoku…

Rasprodaje
Sezonske rasprodaje na svakom su uglu. Prodavači jednostavno pokraj
stare cijene napišu novu - naravno - višu i čekaju budale. I dočekaju, jer
su Hrvati stari shoppingholičari.

Kolesterol
Sjetite se što ste pojeli od Badnjaka do reprize novogodišnje noći i primite
se za glavu. Sad zamislite kako je vašem tužnom, mašću obavijenom
organizmu… Rekli bi Fenićani – bubreg u loju.


Alkoholni ostaci
Sve je bilo pod kontrolom dok nije došao taj šampanjac, i onda ste se
ničim izazvani popeli na stol, slučajno podigli na isti šefovu tajnicu i
nesretno upali desnim guzom u zdjelu francuske salate a ona u 50
litara punča, ponos šefa sale. Pa ste morali popit sa šefom, pa da
zaboravite, pa lošeee…

A tek svi oni marketinški tulumi u prosincu od kojih vam jetra izgleda
kao pluća od tuberkulozne morske spužve…
Besparica
Unatoč svim božićnicama i bonovima, i dalje ste preduboko u minusu
da biste ispuzali na svjetlo dana i popili kavu makar bez mlijeka i mineralne.
Sve ste potrošili na skupe poklone i dobili govno - šaljive šalice, hippie
šalove i patagonske kapice, tijesne rukavice, one idiotske drvene pločice
s nečim glupim napisanim na sebi što nikad nije duhovito i hrpe jeftinih
butelja vina. Koje će jedine od svega nabrojanog nečem i poslužit.

TV program
Zločinci koji nas mrze tih dana, vjerojatno iz razloga: ”Zašto bi oni uživali
ako mi moramo raditi ko psi”, uredno nam serviraju takve besramne reprize,
da se ponekad zapitamo jesu li tako niski i bešćutni da puštaju snimke od
prošle godine tri dana za redom. Ili pak svake dvije isti film, a svake tri isti
humoristički program? Osim reklama koje se retuširaju. Muzika ne.

Debljina
Tko ima hrabrosti u siječnju stat na vagu te se pogledati u ogledalo,
svaka mu čast. Tko se pak odluči po smrzavici, ledu i kijametu otići na
jogging, nogač ili bazen, više se ni ne družimo s njim… A neb u ni on
dugo jer bu se razbolil.

Hladnoća
I dok naše agencije besramno nude i uspijevaju prodati četrnaestodnevne
aranžmane na otočićima na kojim naši političari drže milijune novaca,
većini puka je i dalje jezivo hladno. Izlaske treba izbjegavati što je više
moguće i uvuć se što brže u auto. Tu nastaje problemčić s duljinom
trajanja ugrijavanja unutrašnjosti auta. Magljenje je poseban dodatak.
Ko da se drajvam kroz kingkongov prdež, onako stisnut uz volan da
vidim tri milimetra kroz djelić odleđene šajbe. Meni se Klito taman zagrije
kad izađem van. A još kad se osoba “B” sjeti prozračit stan prije odlaska van…

Računi
I dok se još nadamo da bi mogla kapnuti pokoja zaostala čestitka od
rođaka iz Australije s ponekim dolarčićem, oko desetog se u kasliću
nakupi besramna hrpa računa, s ciframa koje bole. Kak to da nas nikad
ne zaborave na jedan mjesec. Najviše boli plin.

Glazba
Svaki Siječanj, izuzmemo li one koji budu dočekani na Velebitu
ili McKinleyu, počinje s novogodišnjim koncertom klasične glazbe.
Ako vam ga već ne odvine netko od sustanara, sigurno će to napraviti
obzirni susjed za osvetu što vam je noćas u 5 pri povratku s tuluma dok ste
vadili ajvar ispala flaša mineralne na bubreg vaše mačke koja je pala na zavjesu,
i tak... Kako već obično biva. Ali neka. Barem smo se riješili Božićnih
pjesmuljaka za sljedećih 11 mjeseci...

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Enjoy,
Alice

Give me your soul



Par sranja o meni:
Zovem se: Jezz
Zivim u: Zagrebu
Slusam: Heavy/Power/Hair Metal,
Horror Rock,Underground Metal...
Inace volim: Radit sranja (obozavam),
cugu, svoj bend, stage, lijepe cure i groupie obozavateljice
Par bendova koje slusam:
T-Rex
Whitesnake
Dio
Motley Crue
Manowar
Guns N' Roses
Twisted Sister
Aerosmith









Za moju malenu,....

Aerosmith
Don't want to miss a thing

i could stay awake just to hear you breathing,
watch you smile while your sleeping,
while your far away and dreaming,
i could spend my life in this sweet surrender,
i could stay lost in this moment forever,
every moment spent with you is a moment i treasure,

(chorus)
i don't want to close my eyes, i don't want to fall asleep
cause i miss you baby,and i don't want to miss a thing,
cause even when i dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do,
i still miss you baby, and i don't want to miss a thing,

lying close to you feeling your heart beating,
and i wondering what your dreaming,
wondering if it's me your seeing,
and then i kiss your eyes and thank god we're together,
i just want to stay with you in this moment forever and forever forever,

(chorus)
i don't want to close my eyes, i don't want to fall asleep
cause i miss you baby,and i don't want to miss a thing,
cause even when i dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do,
i still miss you baby, and i don't want to miss a thing,

i don't want to miss one smile,
i don't want to miss one kiss,
i just want to be with you right here with you,
just like this, i just want to hold you close ,
and feel your heart so close to mine,
and just stay here in this moment,
for all of the rest of time

(chorus)
i don't want to close my eyes, i don't want to fall asleep
cause i miss you baby,and i don't want to miss a thing,
cause even when i dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do,
i still miss you baby, and i don't want to miss a thing,

The Doors Lyrics

Tell All The People Lyrics

Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Set them free
Follow me down

You tell them they don't have to run
We're gonna pick up everyone
Come out and take me by my hand
Gonna bury all our troubles in the sand, oh yeah

Can't you see the wonder at your feet
Your life's complete
Follow me down
Can't you see me growing, get your guns
The time has come
To follow me down

Follow me across the sea
Where milky babies seem to be
Molded, flowing revelry
With the one that set them free

Tell all the people that you see
It's just me
Follow me down

Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
We'll be free
Follow me down

Tell all the people that you see
It's just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down

Follow me down You got to follow me down
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
We'll be free
Follow me down
Tell all the people you see
Follow me
You got to follow me down






Too Young To Fall In Love
Millennium Collection

Lyrics

You say our love
Is like dynamite
Open your eyes
'Cause it's like fire and ice
Well you're killing me
Your love's a guillotine
Why don't you just set me free

Chorus:
Too young to fall in love

Run for the hills
We're both sinners and saints
Not a woman, but a whore
I can just taste the hate
Well now I'm killing you
Watch your face turning blue
Not yet a man
Just a punk in the street Chorus:

Solo:

You say our love
Is like dynamite
Well its no surprise
Cause you've got one-way eyes
Well you're killing me
Your love's a guillotine
Not yet a man
Just a punk in the street



WHITESNAKE:






Whitesnake



Fool for your lovin' no more

I was born under a bad sign,
Left out in the cold....
I'm a lonely man who knows
Just what it means to lose control....
But, I took all the heartache
And turned it to shame,
Now I'm moving, moving on,
And I ain't taking the blame....
Fool....don't come running to me,
I know I've done all I can....
Fool....a hard loving woman like you
Just makes a hard loving man....
So I can say it to you, babe....
I'll be a fool for your loving no more,
A fool for your loving no more....
I'm so tired of trying, I always end up crying,
Fool for your loving no more....
I'll be a fool for your loving no more....
I'm tired of hiding my feelings,
You left me lonely too long....
I gave my heart, and you tore it apart,
Oh, baby, you done me wrong....
Fool....don't come running to me,
I know I've done all I can....
Fool....a hard loving woman like you
Just makes a hard loving man....
So I can say it to you, babe....
I'll be a fool for your loving no more,
A fool for your loving no more....
I'm so tired of trying, I always end up crying,
Fool for your loving no more....
I'll be a fool for your loving no more....

Solo: Bernie Marsden

(C) 1980 Sunburst Music, Inc -
Whitesnake/Dump-Eaton Music, ASCAP




Guns N' Roses



You could be mine

I'm a cold heartbreaker
Fit ta burn and I'll rip
your heart in two
An I'll leave you lyin' on the bed
I'll be out the door before ya wake
It's nuthin' new ta you
'Cause I think we've seen that movie too

'Cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine

Now holidays come and then they go
It's nothin' new today
Collect another memory
When I come home late at night
Don't ask me where I've been
Just count your stars
I'm home again

'Cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine

You've gone sketchin' too many times
Why don't ya give it a rest
Why
Must you find
Another reason to cry

While you're breakin' down my back n' I been rackin' out my brain
It don't matter how we make it
'Cause it always ends the same
You can push it for more mileage
But your flaps r' wearin' thin
And I could sleep on it 'til mornin'
But this nightmare never ends
Don't forget to call my lawyers
With ridiculous demands
An you can take the pity so far
But it's more than I can stand
'Cause this couchtrip's gettin' older
Tell me how long has it been
'Cause 5 years is forever
An you haven't grown up yet

You could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine
You should be
You could be mine

Yeah!

The Doors

''Five to One''

Yeah, c’mon
Love my girl
She lookin’ good
C’mon
One more

Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I’ll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try

The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah
We’re takin’ over
Come on!

Yeah!

Your ballroom days are over, baby
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening crawl across the years
Ya walk across the floor with a flower in your hand
Trying to tell me no one understands
Trade in your hours for a handful dimes
Gonna’ make it, baby, in our prime

Come together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, aha
Get together one more time!
Get together one more time!
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, gotta, get together

Ohhhhhhhh!

Hey, c’mon, honey
You won’t have along wait for me, baby
I’ll be there in just a little while
You see, I gotta go out in this car with these people and...

Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, got to
Get together, got to
Get together, got to
Take you up in my room and...
Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah
Love my girl
She lookin’ good, lookin’ real good
Love ya, c’mon