utorak, 30.08.2005.

Last Kiss

Jutros san bila u kaficu,s Mljekaron svojon...ja san pila
kavu,a ona nista...zakinila mi je vodu...ona se ka ostavlja
duvana,a mogla bi i ja...ne bi me ubilo...
Nisan nikog poznatog see.
Cula san se s NJIM jucer uvecer.Tjesia me je...Ne zelin
njegovo sazaljenje...Samo zelin se zblizit s njin i to jako...
Ovo mi je drugi put u zivotu da san se istinski zaljubila nakon
dugo vrimena iako ce Mia umrit od smija kad ovo procita,a to je
istina...
Jos uvik san depresivna...Doma mi i nije najbolja situacija...Iman
osjecaj da me svi mrze,a da on prema meni osjeca samo sazaljenje
i nista vise...To ne zelin.Ni da on to osjeca prema meni niti iko drugi
iako im vidin u ocima taj pogled...
Nikad necu zaboravit to...
Kad smo bili na kavalama bia je to pravi kiss...
mozda last kiss...for me...
Volin ga...kad bi bar on to zna...
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ponedjeljak, 29.08.2005.

Wtf?

Another day...mmm...još uvik san depresivna...
Bila san jutros u Duje...Tamo je bia The MAn...
sidili smo jedan do drugog i jedva da smo se javili...
to je jako tragicno...svaki lik s kojin san dosad bila bia je
ovisan o necemu.Jedan o drogama,drugi o alkoholu,jedan
o svojoj gitari i tako u beskonacnost...a ovaj je bia ovisan
o travi...o tome nemos bit ovisan,al on je nekako ovisan...
Mislila san da je to ljubav,to je mislia i on,ali je to jednostavno
bila ovisnost...Neka međusobna potreba...nadopunjavali smo
se...E da...Moja depresija je još gora...opet san pocela uzimat
tablete i The ce mi ih jos nabavit...bit ce mi bolje...nadan se...
Sad da se vratin na svog dear frienda...Mislin da je on malo
puka...Sad stalno ide u Duje i pocea se druzit sa ljudima za
koje se može rec da su blago retardirani...Jadan,iskreno ga zalin...
Prodaje 24 sata i za popizdit se crni...Ja bi osobno rađe prala zahode...
Škola pocinje 5.9.2005...nova godina,puna novih šansi...I hope so...
al jebemu...obecajen sad svecano...na svoj rodendan...Ubit cu se...

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nedjelja, 28.08.2005.

Wish You Were Here

How I wish he was here...Moj dida...Good old man...
Sad je mrtav.Obisia se.Možda mi je u genima depresija
i povečan nagon za samoubojstvon.Nikad ga nisan upoznala,a
i da jesan vjerovatno bi ga se živo jebalo za mene ipak san
ja crna ovca obitelji...ja i on...tako nam je valjda bilo suđeno...
Sada sretne misli...Vidila san NJEGA sinoc.Bia je naslonjen
na trafiku,a ja ga nisan sinjala pa me zazva.Okrenila san se kad
pogledan,a to ON.
Gleda me i kaže mi:"Ne bi se ti ni meni javila!Zaboravila ti na mene!"
A ja kažen u sebi:O,viruj mi nisan nikako!",a u
stvari mu kažen:"Sorry nisan te sinjala...".
I naravno ništa ne poduziman ka i uvik...ipak on ne želi imat posla s menon,a
ko normalan i želi...Nabaci je veliki smajl i pozdravia me,a ja san otišla i još se
par puta okrenila da ga vidin,ako me možda skupi auto da bar mi zadnja
slika bude njegov osmjeh...
Mmmm...i nakon toga ga više nisan vidila...da bar jesan...možda bi bila
happy...i ne bi sad slušala Floyde...
E i jucer san saznala da se my dear friend obloka i starci su ga uvatili...a tako
mu i triba...jebiga...nije on kriv sta je zamantan...
Danas u iden u duje...zanima me ko ce sve bit...
E i jos zanimljiva je stvar da san jucer vidila Isusa i Gljivu,Gljiva pari ženska,a
Isus pari isto ženska,ali više narkoman
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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subota, 27.08.2005.

Nada zadnja umire

Hm...jos jedan dosadan dan...Weeee...
Stalno mi misli odlete na NJEGA...cula san
se s njin sinoc.Uljepša mi je sivi dan ka da
ga je zalia paleton boja..Bezveze seren,a samo
pokušavan olakšat dušu iako ponekad se pitam
iman li ja uopce dušu...svi su prijatelji otišli i ostavili
me na milost i nemilost dosadi koja se poigrava s menom
To je zajebana stvar...Upravo san čitala stare mailove
od mie...bilo je to zanimljivo kad smo bile 7. razred i jedini
problem je njoj bia Vujo...Bili su par ka Sid i Nancy i onda
su umrli tj. umra je njihov međusobni odnos...
Al jebiga...Ja ću nastavit maštat o njemu i nadat ću se da
će me jedan dan napokon primjetit...

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petak, 26.08.2005.

Bežimo u mrak

eye

Danas je još jedan fuckin dan u mom životu...
Weeee...Poželim da odletim u mrak i da me svojim
dugim,tamnim rukama obgrli oko vrata i da ga čvrsto
stegne i da više nikad ne udahnem ni atom zraka...
Depresija je čudna stvar...al` kažu:"Ti si još mala(balavica),
nemaš ozbiljnih problema,to će proč!".Oče moj kurac...
Hm...neman problema...iman savršenu sestru,izgubila san
prijatelje jer san se "prominila",nesretno san zaljubljena i uz
to još jebeno depresivna...
Polako bežim u mrak i tiho u kutu jecam...

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Well I'll tell you one thing that I know
You don't face your demons down
You gotta grapple 'em Jack and pin 'em to the ground
The devil may care, maybe god he won't
You better make sure you check on the do's and the don'ts

Crawl up a moutain
To reach where the eagles fly
To show you can glimpse from the mountian top
where the soul of the muse might ride

And if you put it all together
You won't have to look around
You know you cast a long shadow on the ground

Then one day I could tell my tracks
About the holes in the soles of my shoes
And thats the day I said I'm gonna make the news

And fallen back in the garden
The days so long ago
Somewhere in the memory
The sun shines on you boy

And playing in the Arroyo's
where the american rivers flow
From the Appalachians
Down to the Delta Roads

A man can think so long
His brain could well explode
The strings runnin' through the junctions
A king comes down the road

And if you put it all together
You won't have to look around
You know you cast a long shadow on the ground

Listen to the country
The night jar and the bell
Listen to the night stream lineup
Soundin' like the wolves of hell

Head for the water
The waters of the cleansing spell
It was always our destination
On the express of the ne'ver do wells

And we rocked through Madison's city
And we didn't even know she was there
And when we hit the bumpers in Memphis
Beale street didn't have no prayer

And I hear punks talk of anarchy
I hear hobo's on the railroads
I hear mutterings on the chain gangs
It was those men who built the roads

And if you put it all together
You didn't even once relent
You cast a long shadow
And that is your testament

Somewhere in my soul
There's always rock and roll
Yeaaaah!

Redemption song
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the all mighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
these songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfill de book.
Won't you help to sing
the songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil the book.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

Silver and gold
I'm gonna go out dancin' every night,
I'm gonna see all the city lights,
And do everything silver and gold,
I got to hurry up before I grow too old.
I'm gonna take a trip around the world,
I'm gonna kiss all the pretty girls,
And do everything silver and gold
And I got to hurry up before I grow too old.

Oh, I do alotta things I know is wrong,
Hope I'm forgiven before I'm gone,
It'll take alotta prayers to save my soul,
But I got to hurry up before I grow too old.
I'm gonna take a trip around the world,
Gonna kiss all the pretty girls,
Who do everything silver and gold,
And I got to hurry up before I grow too old, whhoooo.

Yea, I gonna go out dancin' every night,
I'm gonna see all your city lights,
I'm gonna do everything silver and gold,
And I've got to hurry up before I grow too old
WeeeeeOooooooooo.





Sinhro

Promenicu svet do kraja pesme.
Igracu pijani ples u ritmu vetra
Pusticu sunce da topi ljubav,
izmedju sveta daleko od nas.

Dosao sam da te nosim,
da se ne bojis,
da ne govoris nema me,
da zatvoris oci,
da ne zaboravis rec po rec.

Dosao sam da te nosim
u kuce mojih predaka,
da ti pricam da noci nema,
da odustanes,
da zelja je glad je vatra.

Promenicu jezik, pokret, telo.
Govoricu reci tudje pesme.
Dosao sam da ti kazem cuvaj me.
Moj korak je moje ime,
Cuvaj me!

Dosao sam da te nosim,
da se ne bojis..

Dosao sam da te nosim
u kuce mojih predaka..

Dosao sam da te nosim,
da se ne bojis..