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Jana
Pile
Pony
Petra
Marina Irina
Cat
Kaky
Lucy
Marinac 666
Dosada
Matejica
Marta
Marrakesh
Antiemo pokret
Emo punk
missback15
jea
metal music666
walter666
emolove
fucking emo kid...
i love
led zeppelin
pink floyd
metallica
misfits
slayer
rolling stones
guns n roses
deep purple
death stars
green day
marlyn manson
nazareth
...
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter
And it makes me wonder
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
Your head is humming and it won't go in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
And she's buying a stairway to heaven, uh uh uh.
Learning to fly
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension thats learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i
Friction lock - set.
Mixture - rich
Propellers - fully forward
Flaps - set - 10 degrees
Engine gauges and suction - check
Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
Flight instruments...
Altimeters - check both
(garbled word) - on
Navigation lights - on
Strobes - on
(to tower): confirm 3-8-echo ready for departure
(tower): hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. its to go.
(tower): you may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-echo
Easy on the brakes. take it easy. its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it...
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
Theres no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i
Wasp - Wild Child
I ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain
A creature of love and I can't be tamed
I want you, cause I'm gonna take your love from him
And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin
No, he'll never ever touch you like I do
So look in my eyes and burn alive the truth
I'm a wild child, come and love me
I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
'Cause I want what you do
I'm a wild child, come and love me
I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
'Cause I want what you do
I want you
Tell me, tell me the lies you're telling him when you
Run away 'cause I wanna know
Cause I, I'm sure it's killing him to find
That you run to me when he lets you go
'Cause I'm burning, burning, burning up with fire
So - come turn me on and turn the flames up higher
I'm a wild child, come and love me
I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
Cause I want what you do
I'm a wild child, come and love me
I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
Cause I want what you do
I want you
A naked heat machine, I want your love
When the moons arise we'll feel just what it does
I'm a wild child, come and love me
I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
'Cause I want what you do
I'm a wild child, come and love me
I want you
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
'Cause I want what you do
I want you
Face of God - H.I.M.
Face Of God Lyrics
I'm drained but aching for more
And the devil inside is reading
The words of the saddest poem
To be engraved on the stone of my grave
I'd kill to share your pain
(And carry the shame)
And sell my soul for you just to say
I dream what you're dreaming
And feel what you're feeling
Love's our shadow on the wall
With the face of God
Nothing will be enough
For the ones who keep on stumbling
In the garden of withering trust
Without the courage to leave
Oh I'd take my life for your kiss
(Grant me my wish)
And lose it all to take you across the abyss
I dream what you're dreaming
And feel what you're feeling
Love's our shadow on the wall
With the face of God
You dream what I'm dreaming
And see what I'm seeing
Love's our shadow on the wall
With the Face of God
Labyrinth in a shape of a heart
Love's secret architecture
I find myself to be lost in the
Arms of your fate
I'd kill to share you pain
(please let me)
And sell my soul for you just to say
Love's name in vain
Again and again
I dream what you're dreaming
And feel what you're feeling
Love's our shadow on the wall
With the face of God
You dream what I'm dreaming
And see what I'm seeing
Love's our shadow on the wall
With the face of God
Love's our shadow on the wall
With the face of
(Face of)
The face of
(Face of)
God
(Face of)
God
The unforgiven - Metellica
New blood joins this earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules
With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man strugggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away
Chorus
What i've felt
What i've known
Never shined through in what i've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What i've felt
What i've known
Never shined through in what i've shown
Never free
Never me
So i dub thee UNFORGIVEN
They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please then all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me
Chorus
You labeled me
I'll label you
So i dub thee UNFORGIVEN
Master of puppets - Metallica
End of passion play, crumbling away
Im your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
[chorus:]
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Youre dedicated to
How Im killing you
Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master
Master of puppets Im pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you cant see a thing
Just call my name, `cause Ill hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause Ill hear you scream
Master
Master
[end chorus]
Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
[chorus]
Master, master, wheres the dreams that Ive been after?
Master, master, you promised only lies
Laughter, laughter, all I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season
[chorus]
[fade out with evil laughter].
Seek and destroy - Metallica
ALRIGHT!
Scanning the scene
in the city tonight
We're looking for you
to start up a fight
There's an evil feeling
in our brains
But it's nothing new
you know it drives us insane
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
There is no escape
and that's for sure
This is the end we won't take any more
Say goodbye
to the world you live in
You've always been taking
but now you're giving
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Our brains are on fire
With the feeling to kill
And it won't go away
Until our dreams are fulfilled
There is only one thing
On our minds
Don’t try running away
`cause you’re the one we will find
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Ahahahaha
Gledam ja ujutro svoj najdrži crtić, Spužvu Boba, i radilo se o nekoj ribi - Davitelju, i baš je bilo napeto, kad odjednom, program se prekine zbog Izvanrednih vijesti 
- Račan is dead!
prvo se održala minuta šutnje, onda su pustili dokumentarac o Račanu, onda su telefonom iz RTL studija zvali Njegove doktore, koji su nam, uz slikovni prikaz, pola sata objašnjavali što mu je zapravo bilo..., pa su puštali arhivske snimke iz bolnice, pa iz Drugog Svjetskog Rata, pa ovo, pa ono...
na kraju su nam, u gornji desni ugao tv-a, prikeljili njegovu osmrtnicu i sliku-
e to je već bilo fakat previše!
uzgasila sam tv, ne pogledavši crtić do kraja...
lol
mislim, lijepo je to, održati počast čovjeku,
pogotovo ako je učinio nešto lijepo, veliko, nešto da pomogne ljudima, svijetu...
jedino...
pitam se, zašto onda, npr., jednom godišnje televizija ne podsjeti ljude na žrtve Domovinskog rata, ne održi minutu šutnje za Njih, ili npr., za ljude preminule od Aids-a, ili od neke druge bolesti, ili zašto, npr., večernje vijesti nakon svakog dana, ne održe minutu šutnje svim ljudima u svijetu, preminulima na taj dan...
ili, npr...
mogu nabrajati do prekosutra, ali kakve koristi od toga, kao da će veliki, snažni političari i Reformatori slušati mene...
ili bilo koga od nas, malih ljudi...
a jbg, takav je život...
JESUS OF SUBURBIA is a lie!!!
osjecam se kao da me nitko ne razumije, da nikome nije stalo do mene...
ne znam...dođe mi da se rasplačem...
čitam marinkove postove, koji me uvijek bace u neki bed,
a istovremeno me i navedu na razmišljanje...
o mom životu, ljudima oko mene, o onima do kojih mi je stalo...
a onda pomislim, zasto bi meni stalo do drugih, kad nikome nije stalo do mene...
vec par dana sam u k...
totalka
al to nitko ne kuzi... možda zato što ja to tako dobro prekrivam, ili...
ili jednostavno nikome nije stalo...?!
ne znam...
ili su svi toliko opterećeni svojim problemima, pa za mene nitko nema vremena...?
sumnjam.
svi oko mene doimaju se sretno, bezbrižno...
a mene i dalje nitko ne primjećuje, ali ajde, ja niti ne želim biti primjećena...
ponekad poželim samo malo pažnje i to je sve...
pa zar tražim previše...?
ovo sam prije par min našla na jednom blogu...
bilo mi je dosadno, pa sam se malo pozabavila s time...
i gle rezultate....
uzmem olovku i papir
1.napišem brojeve 1-11 u kolonu (po redu)
2.pored 1 i 2 napišem 2 najdraža broja
napisala sam 6 i 9
3.pored brojeva 3 i 7 napišem 2 osobe suprotnog spola
pod 3 sam napisala jakova(prvi mi je pao na pamet, ne znam zakaj),
i pod 7 marinca (vjerovatno jer sam se malo prije dopisivala s njim...)
4.napišem imena osoba (prijatelja ili rodbine npr.) pored brojeva 4,5 i 6.
(dobro, njih ne poznate...)
5.napišem naslove pjesama pored brojeva 8,9,10 i 11
pod 8: st.jimmy
pod 9: jesus of suburbia
pod 10: time of your life
i pod 11: american idiot
6.na kraju zaželm jednu želju!
(htjela bi bit s jednom osobom koju fakat volim...)
I EVO ODGOVORA!
1.moraš ispričati o ovoj igri onolikom broju ljudi koji si stavio/la pod broj 2 u igri
2.osoba pod br.3 je osoba u koju si ludo zaljubljen, samo što još toga nisi svjestan
3.osoba pod br.7 je osoba koja ti se sviđa al to nebi funkcioniralo
4.jako se brineš za osobu pod br.4
5.osoba pod br.5 te stvarno poznaje
6. osoba pod br.6 je tvoja sretna zvijezda
7.pjesma pod br.8 odgovara osobi pod br.3
8.pjesma pod br.9 odgovara osobi pod br.7
9.pjesma pod br.10 govori o tvom duhu
10.pjesma pod br.11 govori o tome kako se ti osjećaš u životu
a na kraju piše: ...nadam se da će ti se želja ispuniti...
e people pazite ovo:
profa iz gitare me i dalje zajebava, samo kaj je s teme o sotonistima prešao na temu o sexu i drogi.
u petak sam došla malo u badu na gitaru(jer sam se posvađala s jednim jaaakooo dobrim frendom), a profa me pitao što sam ja radila u ponedjeljak nakon solfeggia s jakovom, i zašto je on poslije na gitaru došao "s čudnim okicama"!, i zašto sam ja "takva" danas došla na sat(ne znam za jakova al sam se ja par minuta prije sata rasplakala zbog svađe s frendom)...
ja sam mu lijepo rekla da ne znam, i da ću pitat jakova kaj se događa,al mi je profa počeo srati da i ja i on dobro znamo o čemu se tu radi (htio je reći da se nas dvoje napušavamo itd)...
tak sam se ja s njim svađala do kraja sata, a na kraju mi je profa jos rekao da bi za nas dvoje bilo bolje da malo pripazimo da nebi došlo do ozbiljnijih fizičkih kontakata zbog kojih bismo mogli poslije požaliti!
e ja tad više fakat nisam znala kaj bi rekla pa sam ga samo pogledala ko da ću ga ubit i zalupila mu vrata pred nosom! IDIOT!
poslije sam se dopisivala s jakovom, koji je rekao da je bio samo umoran...
E AL JA SAD NE ZNAM KAJ DA RADIM...
jedino sam zaboravila pitat jakova...
a da malo zajebavamo profu u vezi s tom marihuanom kad vec nemamo kaj pametnije za napravit...?!
ej...
ovaj post je posvećen mom dosadnom društvu koje me stalno napada da na blog napišem nekaj o sebi:
pa ovak, kaj volim:
-svoje gitare
-my dog Tita,i papagaja Kunju
-moje društvo, a posebno najbolje frendove Marja i Adela, i frendice Martu, Lucy, Dany i Matejicu
-svoju curu Marinu, naravno lol
-svoju crazy family
-volim punk, rock, dark, metall, Sotona music, i te stilove oblačenja
-crnu i tamno crvenu boju (boju krvi)
-svoj mob
-volim zajebavati ljude
-dugo spavati
-volim night & moon
-volim kissing on the rain
-volim svog dečka
-volim sebe (kolko-tolko) lol
kaj ne volim:
-School
-dosadne, perverzne i glupe ljude
-idiote koji se prave važni
-NE VOLIM ZABOK!!!
-ne volim cajke i narodnjake!!!
-ima još puno toga kaj ne volim...
ej people, nadam se da vam je ovo dosta, jer se meni fakat više ne da pisat...
kissach
škola je počela, shit!!!
al ajde, bar sam opet sa svojom ekipom!
danas sam svog frenda maca prozvala "svojim malim", što zapravo nije moguće, jer on ni u kojem smislu ne može bit mali...! lol
e da, i neki dan sam se posvađala s profom iz gitare jer mi je na satu srao o ljudima koji ne vole muziku, koji je ne poštuju i slična sranja (mislio je naravno, na mene)!
srao je o tome da bendovi koje ja slušam nisu muzika nego deranje, vrijeđanje, sotonizam...!
idiot, al on meni nema pravo određivat što i koga ću ja slušati i svirati!!!
inače nema niš novo...
ajde ljudi, vidimo se, pozz
i kissach jednom... (ma zna on...) lol
evo malo kopam po stranici radio blog cluba tražeći dobre stvari...
pa evo nekih:
samo da vam se javim da sam ziva...
prosli tjedan mi je crko komp, pa smo morali kupit novi, pa dok su oni tam u computer shopu narucili komp, pa dok su nam sve dokumente prebacili na taj novi komp, pa dok su nam ga dostavili...
inace, komp smo dobili jos u petak, al mi se starci se sve do dmalo prije nisu uspjeli odlijepit od njega...
i tak... sad u subotu sam trebala ic na drzavno kickboxing natjecanje u bihac, ali me starci nisu pustili zbog ocjena iz fizike itd...
inace nema nis novo...
jedino sam proslu subotu bila sa zborom u stubici na onoj smotri o kojoj sam vam vec pisala...
ono, na smotri sam upoznala dobro drustvo (pogotovo cure iz oro) lol
s njima sam malo komentirala bivseg, lol
cure su bile skroz ok, osim neke kucke koja je cijelo vrijeme buljila u mene!
onda smo lucy i ja nju malo zajebavale i tak u krug...
onda sam ja na drugom kraju ulice jednog full zgodnog decka, i naravno, nabavila njegov broj!
sad se dopisivamo... lol
e ljudi fakat vam imam jos puno toga pametnog za napisat i to..., al sad vise fkt nemam vremena...!
javim vam se jos...!
e da samo jos nekaj:
jeste mozda culi za bend SKID ROW?!
evo vam jedna STVAR OD NJIH.
bend je zakon!!!
kissach
e da, marina, ljubavi,pa glupaco, komentiraj kao bloger, jebote!!!
(i onda se cudis kaj ti niko ne ide na blog...)
ej people, sorry, nisam stigla pisat postove...
e utorak mi je bio zakon dan u skoli!
zapoceo je duplim satom likovnog... morali samo nacrtat kravu, a ja sam nacrtala jednu curu iz svog
razreda, i dobila 5... lol...
onda smo imali fiziku. radili smo neka glupa istrazivanja o provodenju toplinske energije... za te pokuse
trebali su nam stakleni, zeljezni i bakreni "stapic"... a kak nasa mutava profa nije imala bakreni stapic,
jednostavno je iz kemijske izvadila onaj dio u kojem stoji tinta i to nam dala da zagrijavamo... ! mi smo
to zagrijavali..., i kak je od topline nastao pritisak na tintu koja se nalazila unutra, ona se rasprsnula
ravno u facu mog frenda!!! hehe!!! bio je skroz plavi... ! do jaja...! lol...!
profa ga je gledala onim svojim kokosjim pogledom, i psovala nekaj sebi u bradu. kad je napokon dosla
do zakljucka o tome kaj se dogodilo, pocela se derati na nas, kokodakati, mahati rukama ko da ce
poletit...!!! pocela nam je govorit da bi samo idiot isao zagrijavat tintu zatvorenu u prostoru bez kisika
itd... !, a mi smo joj pokusavali objasnit da nismo mi krivi, nego ona! ona je na to rekla: deca, ja na
ovoj skoli delam vec vise od 30 godina, imam vise od 40 godina radnog staza, i znam svoj posao! kaj vi
mislite, da ja trebam u penzju!?
i tad je zvonilo( fala bogu, jer bi decki opet poceli pametovat o njenoj mirovini itd., i opet zavrsili kod
ravnatelja!)
nakon fizike, imali smo engleski. baba je pricala about nekoj GREAT FIRE OF LONDON. to sam
prespavala...
a onda... secer na kraju...
NJEMACKI!!! i to dupli sat!!!
bio je moj red na zajebavanje profesora!!!
on nam je zadao neki glupi zadatak, a ja sam se pravila da ga ne kuzim!, a njemu valjda nije bio bas
dobar dan pa se izderao na mene kaj ja to ne shvacam,a ja nisam znala kaj da velim, pa sam rekla da
sam sve skuzila,a on mi je na to dodao da imam sporo kopcanje i pitao me dal rjesavam taj problem kod
skolskog psihologa...! rekla sam da ne, al da srijedom idem na mentalnu relaksaciju u stubicu!!! hahahahaha
skuzil je da ga zajebavam pa me zapisao. onda je opet zvonilo za odmor (uh, sveto zvono)!!!
a pod odmorom je frend po mojoj majici prolio litru ledene vode!bila sam sva mokra! doslo mi je da skinem majicu, al dobro da nisam,jer bi me profa fakat poslao skolskom psihologu... lol i tak sam ja na sljedeci sat njemackog dosla sva mokra, a profa me gledao ko da nisam normalana!
al frend je poslje dobio svoje...!!! haha ha
i tak...
nastava mi je nakon njemackog zavrsila.
poslje sam imala solfeggio, trebali smo naucit pjevat neki full teski primjer, a ja sam se pravila da sam izgubila glas... profa je popusila..., al jebote, morala sam sutit sat i pol!!!
a na kraju, pisali smo neki glupi ispit, tak da uopce nismo stigli pjevat primjer...
shit, propade mi fora, a primjer cemo pjevat next time!
a nis, idem ja sad...
imam vam jos puno toga za napisat, al sad ne stignem... mozda poslje... ne znam...
ajd, vidimo se, pozz... ! lol