bankrobber

utorak, 31.05.2005.

In The Garden

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
In the garden in the garden wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul

And you did open that day you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden
The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ
And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the

Son
and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden

VAN the MAN

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ponedjeljak, 30.05.2005.

The Preacher & The Prostitute

don't ever talk to strangers
no matter what you do
cause the person that it angers
might be stranger than me or you

couldn't go to church on Sunday
where the God-fearing congregate
the Bible-belt is getting tighter
do you accept this indoctrinate?

he will reveal his sins on prime-time
and try to reach the destitute
but in the back of a station wagon
I saw the preacher and the prostitute

one jump into the darkness
of emotional abyss
try to land on both feet standing
in the storm that we will start to miss

everybody seems to be calling
bring me your humble and your meek
while I still believe that I'm falling
it's just the truth that now I wanna speak

he will reveal his sins on prime-time
and try to reach the destitute
but in the back of a station wagon
I saw the preacher and the prostitute.

- 15:54 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

nedjelja, 29.05.2005.

Ivory Tower

When you come down
From your Ivory Tower
You will see how it really must be
To be like me to see like me
To feel like me
Take a look at me I'm a poor man's son
I never did no harm to no one
You've got money in the bank
And I don't have none
When you come down
From yourIvory Tower
You will see how it really must be
To be like me to see like me
To feel like me

You can see through
Your rose coloured glasses
In a world that seems
like glamour to you
You've got opinions and judgements about
All kind of things
That you don't know anything about

Don't you know the price that I have to pay
Just to do everything I have to do
Do you think that there's nothing to it
You should try it sometime
When you come down
From your Ivory Tower
You will see how it really must be
To be like me to see like me
To feel like me

- 13:37 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #

subota, 28.05.2005.

The Irish Rover

The Irish Rover

On the Fourth of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And, oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six milion dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootlin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Ban
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! What a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
And the last of The Irish Rover

- 18:34 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

petak, 27.05.2005.

P Plains

It fell from midnight skies
It drummed on the galvanized
In the washroom, women tracked the rain
Up to the make-up mirror
Liquid soap and grass
And Jungle Gardenia crash
On Pine-Sol and beer ...
It's stifling in here ...
I've got to get some air ...
I'm going outside to get some air

Back in my hometown
They would have cleared the floor
Just to watch the rain come down!
They're such sky oriented people--
Geared to changing weather ...
I'm floating off in time
I'm floating off
I'm floating off in time

When I was three feet tall
And wide eyed open to it all
With their tasseled teams they came
To McGee's General Store
All in their beaded leathers
I would tie on colored feathers
And I'd beat the drum like war ...
I would beat the drum like war
I'd beat the drum
I'd beat the drum like war

But when the church got through
They traded their beads for bottles
Smashed--on Railway Avenue
And they cut off their braids
And lost some link with nature
I'm floating into dreams
I'm floating off
I'm floating into my dreams

I dream paprika plains
Vast and bleak and God forsaken
Paprika plains
And a turquoise river snaking

(Where crows gaze--vigilant on wires
Where cattle graze the grasses
Far from the digits of business hours
The moon clock wanes and waxes--
But here all time is stripped away
Nowhere on these plains
Is a sprout or an egg in evidence
To measure loss or gain ...
Only a little Indian band
Come down from some windy mesa
No women to make them food and child
No expressions on their faces
I'm low in a helicopter
And the wind from whirling blades
Flaps their woven blankets
And flags their raven braids
How came they to this emptiness?
How came they to this dream?
How came I to this view
From a flying machine
Of earth and air and water
And a band of Indian men
Without herds or flocks or crops
Or families or fires to tend?
Like a phoenix up from ashes now
A blanket figure springs
With a fist raised up to turquoise skies
Like liberty
And at the point of vanishing
Where the sky and the earth meet
A bomb blooms
Deadly mushroom
White
Gold
Heat
Like a phoenix up from ashes
Up from violent mysteries
And growing 'till the giant blast
Is to it like a golfer's tee
there comes a child's beach ball
And memory takes me back
to the beach to toss it up
to the garage to get it patched
A pink and yellow beach ball
Rolling
Grand
Detached
Turning the blues and greens of earth
From space probe photographs
I float out of the hovercraft
Naked as infancy
And weightless
And drifting
Horizontally
Like a filing to a magnet
Like the long descent of rain
I am drawn
I fall against the ball
And lose paprika plains
I suckle at my mother's breast
I embrace my mother earth
I remember perforated blinds
Over the crib of my birth
And just as Eve succumbed
To reckless curiosity
I take my sharpest fingernail
And slash the globe to see
Below me--
Vast Paprika plains
And the snake the river traces
And a little band of Indian men
With no expressions on their faces.)

The rain retreats
Like troops to fall on other fields and streets
Meanwhile they're sweet talking and name calling
And brawling on the fringes of the floor
I spot you through the smoke
With your eyes on fire
From J&B and coke
As I'm coming through the door
I'm coming back
I'm coming back for more!
The band plugs in again
You see that mirrored ball begin to sputter lights
And spin
Dizzy on the dancers
Geared to changing rhythms
No matter what you do
I'm floating back
I'm floating back to you!
JM

- 16:47 - Komentari (2) - Isprintaj - #

četvrtak, 26.05.2005.

Jesse James

Jesse James
Jesse Jameswe understand
Has killed many a man
He robbed the Union train
He stole from the rich
And he gave to the poor
He had a hand and a heart and a brain

lt was on a Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And the people they did say
For many miles away
T'was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
Her children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was Bob and Charlie Ford
Those dirty little cowards
I wonder how they feel
For they ate of Jesse's bread
And they slept in Jesse's bed
And they laid Jesse James in his grave
The people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he came to fall
lt was Robert Ford in fact
Who shot him in the back
While he hung a picture on the wall

- 13:30 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

srijeda, 25.05.2005.

Joseph B.Goode

Cola sings to Jozef

- 15:28 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

utorak, 24.05.2005.

don't think twice, it's alright

Well, it ain't no use just sit and wonder why
If you don't know by now
And it ain't no use just sit and wonder why
It don't matter anyhow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm travellin' on
But don't think twice, it's alright

And it ain't no use turnin' on your light
The light I never know'd
And it ain't no use turnin' on your light
I'm on the dark side of the road
Well, I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
Make me wanna change my mind and stay
We never did much talking, anyway
But don't think twice, it's alright

It ain't no use callin' out my name
Like you never did before
And it ain't no use callin' out my name
I can't hear you anymore
Well, I'm thinkin' and a wonderin', all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's alright

I'm pullin' down that long and lonesome road
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But good-bye is too good a word
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You coulda done better, but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's alright
Don't think twice, it's alright
Don't think twice, don't you ever think twice
Yeah don't think twice, it's alright

- 16:55 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

ponedjeljak, 23.05.2005.

BG must die

BGMD

BGMD

BGMD

- 16:42 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

nedjelja, 22.05.2005.

MOJO man

'Don Henley Must Die'

This is the sound of my brain
Then I Said-this is the sound of my brain on Don Henley
Then I said-One two three four
He’s a tortured artist
Used to be in the eagles
Now he whines like a wounded beagle
Poet of despair
Puffed up with hot air
He's serious, pretentious and I just don't care
Don Henley must die
Don't let him get back together
With Glenn Frey, Don Henley must die .

Cut on the TV
And what did I see
This bloated hairy thing winnin’a grammy
Huah
Best rock vocalist
Compared to what
Bunch of pseudo sirious Kraft angst-a-matic
Satanic plot

Don Henley must die
Put a sharp stick in his eye, Don Henley must die
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Oh
Quit playi’n that crap
Youire out of the band

I’m only kidding,can’t you tell?
I love his sensitive music
Idiot poetry swell

You and your kind
Are killin’ rockand roll
It’s not because youi’re o-l-d
-Cause you ain’t
Got soul

Don’t be afraid of fun
Loosen up your ponytail
Be wild,young
Free ana-a
Get your head
Outta your tail

Don Henley
Must die
Dont let him get back together
With Glenn Frey

Don Henley
Must die
Put him in the electric chair
Watch him fry,Don Henley must die
Don Henley must die
Ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

No eagles reunion
The same goes for you too Sting
Ah
Oh

- 15:45 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #

subota, 21.05.2005.

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.
They went
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me,
Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best.

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.
They went
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

Like my father before me, I will work the land,
Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
I swear by the mud below my feet,
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.
They went
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

- 16:59 - Komentari (2) - Isprintaj - #

petak, 20.05.2005.

Ay Carmela

Ay Carmela

El ejército del Ebro
rumba la rumba la rumba la
una noche el rio paso
Ay Carmela, Ay Carmela.
Pero nada pueden bombas
rumba la rumba la rumba la
donde sobra corazon,
Ay Carmela, Ay Carmela

Contraataques muy rabiosos
rumba la rumba la rumba la
deberemos resistir
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela
Pero igual que combatimos,
rumba la rumba la rumba la
prometemos resistir.
Ay Carmela, Ay Carmela.
Ay Carmela

- 13:35 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #

četvrtak, 19.05.2005.

Positively 4th Street

Positively 4th Street

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

Positively 4th Street

- 12:43 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

srijeda, 18.05.2005.

My Back Pages

My Back Pages
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

My Back Pages

- 16:45 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

utorak, 17.05.2005.

Mr. Tambourine Man

Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man , play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man , play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey!, Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man , play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey Mr. Tambourine Man !, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man , play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey!, Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man , play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man , play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man , play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

- 12:03 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

ponedjeljak, 16.05.2005.

Knockin' On Heavens Door

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nedjelja, 15.05.2005.

Forever Young

Forever Young

May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever Young,
Forever youngforever Young,,
May you stayforever Young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you
stayforever young,
Forever young,forever young,
May you stayforever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young,forever young,
May you stayforever young.

- 16:51 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #

subota, 14.05.2005.

Like a Rolling Stone

Like a Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

- 01:16 - Komentari (4) - Isprintaj - #

petak, 13.05.2005.

This Wheel's On Fire

This Wheel's On Fire

If your mem'ry serves you well,
We were goin' to meet again and wait,
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late.
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell,
But you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well.
This wheel's on fire,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!

If your mem'ry serves you well,
I was goin' to confiscate your lace,
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case.
If I knew for sure that it was yours . . .
But it was oh so hard to tell.
But you knew that we would meet again,
If your mem'ry serves you well.
This wheel's on fire ,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!

If your mem'ry serves you well,
You'll remember you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you your favors done.
And after ev'ry plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell,
You knew that we would meet again,
If your mem'ry served you well.
This wheel's on fire ,
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin,
This wheel shall explode!
Bob Dylan & Rick Danko

- 16:52 - Komentari (3) - Isprintaj - #

četvrtak, 12.05.2005.

MEXyuMEX

Ay Chabela
I drink from the cup of bitter tears
I drink for our love and happiness
you're running away like my tears
I still can see your hands waving
Ay, ay, ay, ay!!!

MaAMA JUANNITA

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srijeda, 11.05.2005.

MEXYU

Life

May I hug you?
Sorry - so young and already married!
What can I do but return to my woman
let me suffer if i love her

- 00:31 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #

utorak, 10.05.2005.

YuMEX

Apply for Divorce

My wife is talking all the time
how I just drift around
and don't care about her
that I come home at the dawn
What can I do
when beautiful women are after me all the time
and at least one
is pulling me by the shoulder
Every morning when I return home
my wife bables to the evening
Oh, enough!
I'll apply for divorce!

Every Woman Yearns For Me
I hope I can find
the one that I want
because I'm well known
I'm idol in my village
there isn't a bad season for me
because every woman yearns for me.

You know you're not ugly
give me some happiness.
I think you could be happy
if you come out of hiding.

Is it possible that
I can't find the one I want
now I'm calling anybody
to give her my love
let her come any way
so I won't have to leave the hard way

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ponedjeljak, 09.05.2005.

Willy De Wille

LIVE
1.Lilly's Daddy's Cadillac
2.This Must Be The Night
3.Savoir Faire
4.Cadillac Walk
5.Bamboo Road
6.Mixed Up,Shook Up Girl
7.Heart And Soul
8.Can't Do Without It
9.Maybe Tomorrow
10.I must Be Dreaming
11.Heaven Stood Still
12.Demasiado Corazon

13.Spanish Stroll
Hey Mr.Jim,I can see the shape you're in.
Got your finger on your eyebrow,
And left hand on your hip.
Thinking that you're such a lady killer,
Think you're so slick!
Alright,slick...
Brother Johny,he caught a plane and he got on it.
Now he's a razor in the wind,
And he got a pistol in his pocket.
They say man is crazy on the West Coast.
Ain't no doubt about it!
Let's go...
Spanish stroll..
Sister sue,tell me baby what are we gonna do.
She said you take two candles
And then you burn them out.
Make a paper boat,set a match to it
And then you send it out,send it out now.
Spanish stroll
Spanish stroll
Spanish stroll.
Mira aqui!
Hey Johny!Yeah,tenth street Johny...
We've been looking for you man...
Everybody told me you had moved uptown.
Hey! you wanna go for a ride
I'm going uptown myself,for what?

14.Stand By Me
15.Hey Joe

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nedjelja, 08.05.2005.

The Weight

The Weight

Levon Helm: Lead Vocal & Drums
Rick Danko: Lead Vocal & Bass
Richard Manuel: Back Vocal & Hammond Organ
Robbie Robertson: Acoustic Guitar
Garth Hudson: Piano

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load
off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me

I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hide;
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side.
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown."
She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around."

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me

Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say
It's just ol' Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the Judgement Day.
"Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"
He said, "Do me a favor, son, woncha stay an' keep Anna Lee company?"

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog.
He said, "I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog."
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man."
He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can."

Take a load
off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load
off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me

Catch a cannon ball now, t'take me down the line
My bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time.
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one.
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone.

Take a load
off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load
off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me

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subota, 07.05.2005.

Yoshua

JOSHUA TREE MUSIC FESTIVAL

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petak, 06.05.2005.

One Year

6. maj 2004, 22h
Dom omladine, Beograd

You R Loved
words by Victoria Williams
Man takes his cane to a waterfall
Has a vision
Starts talking baby talk
Understood by a girl in Peru
We read about it in the daily news
Lines of poetry
Revealing mysteries
Still some can't swim
Jesus walked on the water
He turned the water into wine
He went down to the drunkards
To tell them everything is fine
You R loved
You R loved
You R really loved

I cannot decide
Who should die or live
I do my best to forgive
Falling backwards in the eventide
Listening at the riverside
Lines of poetry...

Love Hurts ?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY Brown Eyed Girl

Brown Eyed Girl

Words and music by Van Morrison
Hey where did we go,
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow,
Playin' a new game,
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My Brown Eyed Girl
You my Brown Eyed Girl
.
Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down the old mind
With a transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing,
Hiding behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and sliding
All along the water fall, with you
My You my Brown Eyed Girl,
You my . You my Brown Eyed Girl

Do you remember when we used to sing,
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da
So hard to find my way,
Now that I'm all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My how you have grown,
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My You my Brown Eyed Girl
You my You my Brown Eyed Girl
Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te

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