Kad zavirujem u druge blogove osjećam takvu raznolikost poput glazbe koja se pruža oko nas. I onda mi postaje jasno… i blog je glazba… malo drugačija, ali ipak glazba.
To je ona neka glazba koju čuješ samo ti u svojoj glavi, koju kreiraš onako kako osjećaš… i svatko bira glazbu koja mu se sviđa, koju osjeća… zato se na nekim blogovima zadržavamo duže nego na drugima. Ako razmislite, lako se može povući i paralela s glazbom koju volite … svaki blog je određena vrsta glazbe. Ja bih rado sad pokušala odrediti koji je blog koja glazba, ali ne mogu to ja…
zapravo, to najbolje može osjetiti onaj koji piše… jer on osjeti koja glazba svira dok ispisuje riječi u ovom virtualnom svijetu. Pa makar ta glazba bila i samo tišina. Osjetiti glazbu mogu i oni koji čitaju taj blog, ali vjerojatno će osjetiti različitu glazbu… jer svatko osjeti određene riječi na drugačiji način.
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By The Way
(Red Hot Chili Peppers)
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Dani the girl is singing songs to me,
Beneath the marquee,
Overload.
Steak knife.
Card Shark.
Con job.
Boot cut.
Skin that flick, she's such a little DJ.
Get there quick by street but not the freeway.
Turn that trick to make a little leeway.
Beat that nic but not the way that we play.
Dog town.
Blood bath.
Rib cage.
Soft tail.
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Black jack.
Dope dick.
Pawn shop.
Quick pick.
Kiss that dyke, I know you want to hold one.
Not on strike, but I'm about to bowl one.
Bite that mic, I know you never stole one.
Girls that like a story so I told one.
Song bird.
Cash back.
Main line.
Hard top.
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Dani the girl is singing songs to me,
Beneath the marquee... of her soul.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ohh ahh.
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Dani the girl is singing songs to me,
Beneath the marquee,
Of her soul.
By the way I tried to say i know you,
From before
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
The Man Who Sold The World
(Nirvana)
We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes
I found you dead 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 gazely stare, we walked a millions years
I must have died alone, 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
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World