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Teddy Picker Lyrics


Tko ne zna ,a ne zna da ne zna ,opasan je! IZBJEGAVAJTE GA! Tko ne zna,a zna da ne zna , dijete je ! NAUCITE GA! Tko zna,a ne zna da zna ,spava! PROBUDITE GA!
Tko zna,a zna da zna ,mudar je! SLIJEDITE GA!

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Shot at 2007-08-16








the verve-the drugs don't work

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm never coming down, I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

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J	Juicy
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4. The Rover / Achilles Last Stand / The Song Remains The Same

[Originally recorded by Led Zeppelin]

It was an April morning
When they told us we should go
And as I turn to you you smiled at me
How could we say no?
With all the fun to have
To live the dreams we always had
Woah the songs to sing
When we at last return again yeah
Oh
Oh

Sending off a glancing kiss
To those who claim they know
To know the streets the seaman hears
The devil in his hole
Oh to sail away
To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream
Hides inside and never seen, yeah
Oh
Ooh

Into the sun the south the north
Lies the first of hope
Shackles of commitment fell
In pieces on the ground
Oh to ride the wind
To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud
Dancing as we fought the crowd yeah
Oh oooh

To seek the man whose pointing hand
The giant step unfolds
With guidance from the curving path
That churns up into stone
If one bell should ring
In celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat
As proud the head with heavy feet, yeah
Ooooh

Oh

[III. The Song Remains The Same]

[Written by Jimmy Page/Robert Plant]
[From the album "Houses Of The Holy" - 1973]

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah
Here we go
Wanted to know, oh oh
Sing out Hare, Hare, oh
Dance the Hoochie Koo
The city lights
Oh so bright
As we go sliding
Sliding, sliding, sliding
Through
Oooh
All right








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subota, 19.01.2008.

Evo mene s normalnim postom...mislim normalno, proza ne poezija...danas sam se nakon dugo vremenavidla s darijom...bile smo u setnji negde od 5 pa do 9....hehe...to su vam naše pznate šetnje koje doslovno znaju trajati satima....naše slavno sastajalište je „raskrižje“....to zapravo ni nije raskrižje ali svejedno ga tak zovemo....e, a luda je ženska...naravno, u pozitivnom smislu.... i ja sam, al uz nju postanem još gora...a to mi je tak super! Baš mi je drago kaj smo se nakon duuugo vremena vidle....dok sam ju išla otpratiti doma, stajale smo na križanju (to je kao neka sredina od puteva moje zgrade i njezine kuće) i zmišljavale opet one neke bolesne poruke, koje na prvi pogled nemaju veze s vezom, al mi znamo zake ih pišemo... sad bum napisala stare poruke koje smo zmislile prije godinu dana...za 4 prijatelja...objašnjenja nem pisala jer bi bila uzalud...hehe

Ovo je za nšeg prijatelja sebastijana:

Ej, kak baba? Valjda hrani kokoši. Papci su ti lijepi, ali ne funkcioniraju dobro. Sve je to stvar depilacije...neću te zamarati ali podhitno oboji dlake! Moraš biti lijepi jako, da kljuka bude zadovoljna...ali ne zaboravi očistiti uši pa budeš dobro čul. Di si uzel tijelo? Budi zlato!

Ovo za igora:

Ne! Neću te dirati! Prevelika ti je vrijednost. Obrij si te male brčiće što ti okružuju lice...pokaži svoj ponos. Nikom ne smetaš...vire ti dlake iz nosa, ošišaj ih... pogledaj iza sebe! Magda je već tu! Nemoj se bojati. Zjenica ti je ok, ali treperi!

Ovo je za nikolu:

Šuplja pluća i crne kosti....bijela tvar popunjuje planine....slabe krhotine vise ti ko sige...pozz buraza...nadam se da se mala nije previše ljutila....skloni kvržice...sve je to u izboru...možeš na crno, čisto ili svijetlo...svejedno...brašno je koka...al drva se neće sama pospremiti...živio humus!

I na kraju za branka:

Ej, kak jim...čujem da je umro...sućut...al nemoj se uzbuđivati....bradavice su ti nabrekle...pločice se ne vide...reci mami da joj bob šalje pusu...dlakice ti strše iznutra...korijen ti propada...plavuša je zamamna...žućo još uvijek stoji...krakovi su ti šuplji al nema veze...Edgar te puno voli...

Hehe, eto...to bi bilo to...nadam se da ste uživali čitajući ove stvari....hehe....sick...a kaj buš....pozdravljam sve koji su mi ostavili komentare, i nadam se da budu nastavili...