London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld............
Nemi je delal prosli blog pa sam si malo premenil adresu... DAj nem mi srati... Ovako... u nasoj jako pravednoj državi zbog prebogatosti drzava i velikih ulaganja u promet, skolstvo i turizam izbijaju strajkovi... Po hodniku svi sam hoćemo štrajk i takše.. Ja sam se malo zamislil i ono zakaj se naš domar Zdravko ne žali... Pa mislim si kolko on ima plaču i kolko dela za razliku od učitelja... Pa pitam ja Zdravkija zakaj se on ne žali a još najveć dela v toj našoj školi... Sigde ga vidim... Al on nije takša osoba kaj bi zbog 100kn neznam kaj delal i prekidal kojakakva prijateljstva. Jer ono, on nam je sima onak prijatelj. sumnjam da se on baš z nekim posvadil ili neš zameril. Baš je dobar.
Zdaj lepo jadramo v centru vseh vetrov
besnih viharnikov
Lepo jadramo sredi teh vetrov
in gledamo ta sov
Magdalena ak bus čitala ovoga posta nej mi donesti v ponedeljak Siddhartu nego utorak.. (ak se zmisliš..) Inače nisam očekival kaj bu mi Siddharta bas nest grupa al dobri su mi ve z ova dva albuma kaj imam.
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The Pogues- Turkish Song of the Damned
I come old friend from hell tonight
Across the rotting sea
Nor the nails of the Cross
Nor the blood of Christ
Can bring you help this eve
The dead have come to
Claim a debt from thee
They stand outside your door
Four score and three
Did you keep a watch for a dead man's wind
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned
You remember when the ship went down
You left me on the deck
The captain's corpse jumped up
And threw his arms around my neck
For all these years I've had him on my back
This debt cannot be paid with all your jack
And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white
This shadow hanging over me
Is no trick of the light
The spectre on my back will soon be free
The dead have come to claim
A debt from thee
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Dream Theater - Strange Deja Vu
Subconscious strange sensation
Unconscious relaxation
What a pleasant nightmare
And I can`t wait to get there again
Every time I close my eyes
There`s another vivid surprise
Another whole life waiting
Chapters unfinished, fading
Closer now - Slowly coming into view
I`ve arrived - Blinding sunshine beaming through
There`s a house I`m drawn into
Familiar settings, nothing new
There`s a pathway leading there
With a haunting chill in the air
There`s room at the top of the stairs
Every night I`m drawn up there
There`s a girl in the mirror
Her face is getting clearer
Young child won`t you tell me why I`m here?
In her eyes - I sense a story never told
Behind the disguise - There`s something tearing
At her soul
Tonight I`ve been searching for it
A feeling that`s deep inside m
Tonight I`ve been searching for
The one that nobody knows
Trying to break free
I just can`t help myself
I`m feeling like I`m going out of my head
Tears my heart into two
I`m not the one the sleeper thought he knew
Back on my feet again
Eyes open to real world
Metropolis surrounds me
The mirror`s shattered the girl
Why is this other life
Haunting me everyday
I`d break through the other side
If only I`d find the way
Something`s awfully familiar
The feeling`s so hard to shake
Could I have lived in that other world
It`s a link that I`m destined to make
I`m still searching but I don`t know what for
The missing key to unlock my mind`s door
Today I am searching for it
A feeling that won`t go away
Today I am searching for it
The one that I only know
Trying to break free
I just can`t help myself
I`m feeling like I`m going out of my head
Tears my soul into two
I`m not the one I thought I always knew
I just can`t help myself
I`m feeling like I`m going out of my head
Uncanny, strange Deja Vu
But I don`t mind - I hope to find the truth
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Metallica - Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "stand and deliver or the devil he may take you"
Yeah
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey
Yo-ooh, whiskey
Yo-ooh, yeah-ee-yeah, ooh
Yo-oo-oo-ooh, yeah
Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah