četvrtak, 25.05.2006.

Čiča miča gotova priča (iz Petrovih gaća)

Znate onu Nickelbackovu Photograph? Jednom davno (kad sam još išla u srednju školu) ludila sam za tom pjesmom. Bila sam u svojoj uobičajenoj fazi kad preslušavam neku pjesmu milijun puta dnevno, kad ju ne mogu izbaciti iz glave, kad mi je trenutno najnajnajbolja pjesma na svijetu. Ova govori o vremenima kad je pjevač bio srednjoškolac, prijateljima koje godinama nije vidio, srednjoškolskim ljubavima, tadašnjim navikama, svemu onome čega ću se i ja za 20-ak godina (kao frontmenica megauspješne grupe) prisjećati gledajući slike iz ovih dana.
Ja nećem prekinuti kontakte sa (svim) svojim prijateljima. nećunećuneću
I mrzim kad mi odrasli mudro zbore da to tako mora biti i da ni s Anncy jednog dana neću biti u kontaktu. Ona i ja ćemo zajedno plesti papučice za svoje unuke i točka. Znam da zvučim mlado, naivno, zaneseno, nerealno. You say I'm a dreamer, I say you're not believer.
Dostojno smo proslavili kraj. Bilo je preprepredobro, o tome govori i činjenica da su jednu maturanticu dan sutra našli u parku pijanu i pothlađenu. :D :D :D Nije smiješno, al je smiješno. :D :D :D
Slikala nisam, bila sam prezauzeta, al ovdje imate neke fotke. Koncert i jeftino pivo nismo dočekali (obećanje ludom radovanje) no dobro.
Sutra stavljamo točku na i - maturalna večer. :)
Parada haljinica, cipelica, torbica, odmjeravajućih pogleda, tračeva i loše glazbe. Jako sam skeptična, al većina kaže da im je dobro bilo, valjda će i meni...knows who...
Bit će fotki. Ne previše, jer nastavim li tako s fotkama, navući ću neke stare perverznjake na blog. :)
I tako. Kako moja mudra mati reče, završila sam jedno lijepo poglavlje u životu.
Heh, al još bolje me čeka...:)



"Photograph"

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if It's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it

So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me


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