.Čarapa Floyd.
29.10.2017., nedjelja
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Happy. Happy. Happy.  Ručak: proso+crvena leća+sušene gljive domaći (marinirani ) seitan domaći kiseliš   A sad odoh za Ljubljanu.Nick Cave ljubavi STIŽEM. Nick Cave - Hold On To Yourself ...I'm so far away from you Pacing up and down my room Does Jesus only love a man who loses? I turn on the radio There's some cat on the saxophone Laying down a litany of excuses There's madhouse longing in my baby's eyes She rubs the lamp between her thighs And hopes the genie comes out singing She lives in some forgotten song And moves like she is zombie-strong Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging You better hold on to yourself Well, cities rust and fall to ruin Factories close and cars go cruising In around the borders of her vision She says ooh As Jesus makes the flowers grow All around the scene of her collision You know I would, yes, I would I would hold on to yourself In the middle of the night I try my best to chase outside The phantoms and the ghosts and fairy-girls On 1001 nights like these She mutters open sesame and Ali Baba and his forty thieves Launch her off the face of the world You know one day I'll come back and I'd hold on to yourself To yourself, I'd hold on to yourself Ooh baby, I'm a 1000 miles away And I just don't know what to say Cause Jesus only loves a man who bruises But darling, we can clearly see It's all life and fire and lunacy And excuses and excuses and excuses Well, you know if I could, I would I'd lie right down and I'd hold on to yourself Yeah, I would lie right down and I would hold on to yourself One day I'll come back to you and I'd hold on to yourself Yeah, I'm gonna come back, gonna lie down And I would hold on to yourself Yeah, to yourself... Nick Cave - Opium Tea ...Here I sleep the morning through 'Til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and follow The day wherever it takes me I stand at the window and I look at the sea And I am what I am, and what will be will be I stand at the window and I look at the sea And I make me a pot of opium tea Down at the port I watch the boats come in Watch the boats come in can do something to you And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand And I toss them a diram or two Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me Cause I am what I am, and what will be will be I wonder if my kids are thinking of me And I smile and I sip my opium tea At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts And the shapes of hooded men who pass me And the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs The strange luck that fate has cast me Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily That he is what he is and what will be will be Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily And I sit and I drink of my opium tea I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home There is nothing here to win or lose There are no choices needed to be made at all Not even the choice of having to choose Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free Cause I am what I am and what will be will be I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free And I smile and I sip my opium tea...  |
