Need someones hand to lead me through the night
I need someones arms to hold and squeeze me tight
Now, when the night begins, whoa, Im at an end
Because I need your love so bad
I need some lips to feel next to mine
Need someone to stand up - to stand up and tell me when Im lyin
And when the lights are low - and its time to go
Thats when I need your love so bad
So why dont you give it up, baby and bring it home to me
Or write it on a piece of paper, woman - so it can be read to me
Tell me that you love me - and stop drivin me mad
Whoa, because I - I need your love so bad
Need a soft voice - just to talk to me at night
Dont want you to worry, baby
I know we can make everything alright
Listen to my plea, baby, come on bring it to me
cause I need - your love so bad
Baby, I need, I need - woman, I need your love so bad
Fleetwood Mac, Need your love so bad....
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...The greatest thing you'll ever learn in life is to love and be loved in return...
...zivot, ljubav - to ti je kao pjesma. Ako ne sjedne u pravom trenutku - kao da je i nema...
...Sreca postoji za one koji placu, one koji su povrijedjeni, oni koji traze i one koji se trude,
jer samo oni znaju cijeniti ljude koji dotaknu njihov zivot...
...Ne ljuti se zbog rijeci sto ih nekad kazem, nakon teske noci umorna i snena,
ne cudi se zbog suza kad u tami placem ili kad te ljubim...
ja sam zena...
Zena sto voli, zena od suza,strasti i boli...
Michael Houllebecq; Širenje područja borbe; Zagreb 2004:
"…Ljubav kao nevinost i kao dar za vjerovanje u iluziju, kao sposobnost da se cjelokupni suprotni spol svede na jedno jedino voljeno biće, rijetko preživi godinu seksualnog švrljanja, nikada dvije. Stvarnost je da spolna iskustva prikupljena jedno za drugim tijekom adolescencije podrivaju i brzo unište svaku mogućnost sentimentalne i romaneskne projekcije; postupni i zapravo prilično brzo, postajemo sposobni za ljubav koliko i stara krpa. A zatim, dakako, živimo poput stare krpe; stareći gubimo zavodljivost, a stoga dobijamo na gorčini.
It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will
Is this just a silly game
That forces you to act this way
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can't stay
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will
No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin'
It ain't workin'
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy
This is crazy
I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself
As painful as this thing has been
I just can't be with no one else
See I know what we got to do
You let go and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will
Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.
I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!