ponedjeljak, 25.09.2023.
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Moon, a hole of light Through the big top tent up high Here before and after me Shinin' down on me Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine, all mine My baby here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her? 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine Nothing in the world is mine for free But my love, mine, all mine, all mine |
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In the streets around here there was nobody tougher than me, I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see, But while fighting was useful for getting your way, Among the toughs of the town where you could hold sway, There had to be something that was better than this, I was fifteen years old and I'd never been kissed. Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer, At me bloody nose dripping and me cauliflower ear, For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose, With a lovely black eye and a broken nose, Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined, Than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined, To take meself serious as a modern romancer, And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer. Ye swing to the left, ye swing to the right, Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight, Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat, The important thing's never to look at your feet, Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance, Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance, It's all about attitude, all in your stance, Attention to detail, leaving nothing to chance, Which explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance. Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught, I'd pretend I was sweeping or practicing sport, But I really had eyes for your mother ye see, Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me, But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail, But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails, I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance, I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance. So I swing to the left, I swing to the right, Keep me eyes on me partner, like I would in a fight, I just keep to the rhythm and follow the beat, The important thing's never to look at yr feet, But a miracle's happened, and your mind's in a trance, They're all laughing and cheering and looking askance, On the night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance. It's a three-minute round and you're back in yr corner, You're licking yr wounds just like little Jack Horner, Don't let your guard down try a jab with your right, Or you're losing on points by the end of the night, Then a miracle happens, and everyone's screaming, You're pinching yourself just in case you're still dreaming, You've taken the initiative, you've taken your chance, It's the night when this pugilist finally learned how to dance. In a bout where the strategist's bridges were burned, Where it seemed that his fortune had suddenly turned, 'Twas the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper, And this poor fellow's heart was still going like the clappers, The night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance. |
četvrtak, 21.09.2023.
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za one koji ne znaju engleski toliko da poprate video netko iz vlade (engleske) je zatražio da se R.Brandu ukine mogućnost zarade na Rumbleu što se smatra, komentiraju komentatori, nečuvenim prekoračenjem ovlasti koje neka vlada ima spram vlastitog građanina i ukidanja dekretom mogućnosti zarade za život dok ta osoba niije učinila ništa čime bi prekršila zakon države ili smjernice ponašanja i govora na Rumbleu, naravno, ukoliko se dokaže da je počinitelj djela za koje ga optužuju, tada će dobiti što ga zakonski ide, no ovako, smatraju voditelji, se upravo nameće pitanje nije li ipak cijela kampanja pokrenuta da ga se konačno ušutka... |
srijeda, 20.09.2023.
e, moj dragi Russell
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tko govori malo preglasno
malo prejasno malo predugo sa malo previše ljudi koji ga slušaju taj i zna da je samo pitanje trenutka kada ga se bude maknulo diskreditiranjem kakvo je već prikladno za osobu.... kao da je on prvi kojeg se skenslalo u zadnjih par godina... ak se moglo nobelovce di se ne bi moglo jednog bivšeg drogeraša .......... vrli novi svijet ( EDIT : tko ne može pratiti sve ovo, ili kome se ne da, preporučam zadnjih par rečenica videa koje izvrsno sumiraju njegov stav 12:24 ) jedino što mene osobno čudi je koliko dugo je bio glasan i činjenica da ga već nije progutao mrak |
nedjelja, 10.09.2023.
MAGIČNO KAMENJE VELIKE PAKLENICE
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Jutarnja, mobitelom:
(iz nekog razloga, ne uploada sliku u njezinoj originalnoj veličini iako tvrdi da to čini pa kad je raširim strašno je loša...... no ja se ne znam sa mašinom boriti pa puštam stvari bivati kakvima jesu ... svejedno odnos čovjeka i Planine može se nazrijeti u ovoj početnoj fotki....)  dva pogleda u istom smjeru mobitelom... pogled u daljinu  pogled u blizinu  Kasnije, fotićem, voda i kamenje i voda............    |
subota, 09.09.2023.
MAGIČNE VODE VELIKE PAKLENICE
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MUZIKA ZA PODLOGU SLIKAMA:
(Kad fotkam svoje fotke (nikad ne fotkam tuđe fotke...) I, da, ovo jesu moje fotke, tada uglavnom idem za svjetlom. Ovo nije ništa posebno obojano, ove dugine boje su jednostavno lomovi svjetla o podvodno kamenje i ovi odrazi su samo slike, slike, slike..........................................svjetla.)        BONUS FOTKA:  |
