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Danas samo glazba.
Prije nego što sam otišla na more poharala sam youtube jer tražila samo jednu pjesmu koju jako volim a čujem ju samo na radiu....ali onda sam skužila kako je to zgodno i da tamo zbilja ima svakojake glazbe pa sam odlučila potražiti jedan pjesmuljak.
Prvi put sam ovu pjesmu čula pred godinu dana.
Nije da se nalazim u njenim riječima, ali ipak me svaki put zdrmne i zapravo podsjeća na to koje su nam vrijednosti i kvalitete na prvom mjestu, a ne bi trebale biti.
Glazba je predivna, a riječi su dirljive. Vrlo životne, svakodnevne, jednostavne.







I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines i never knew
The friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen i learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say - come dance with me
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen

A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name i never could pronounce
Said - pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say - come on, dance with me
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen.

Janis Ian