.:morituri te salutant:.
24.12.2005., subota
DEDICATED TO Runaway........
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Estranged When you're talkin to yourself And nobody's home You can fool yourself You came in this world alone (Alone) So nobody ever told you baby How it was gonna be So what'll happen to you baby Guess we'll have to wait and see One, two Old at heart but I'm only 28 And I'm much too young To let love break my heart Young at heart but it's getting much too late To find ourselves so far apart I don't know how you're s'posed To find me lately An what more could you ask from me How could you say that I never needed you When you took everything Said you took everything from me Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait When no one I know can seem to help me now Old at heart but I musn't hesitate If I'm to find my own way out Still talkin' to myself and nobody's home (Alone) So nobody ever told us baby How it was gonna be So what'll happen to us baby Guess we'll have to wait and see When I find out all the reasons Maybe I'll find another way Find another day With all the changing seasons of my life Maybe I'll get it right next time An now that you've been broken down Got your head out of the clouds You're back down on the ground And you don't talk so loud An you don't walk so proud Any more, and what for Well I jumped into the river too many times to make it home I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone If it doesn't show give it time To read between the lines 'Cause I see the storm getting closer And the waves they get so high Seems everything We've ever known's here Why must it drift away and die I'll never find anyone to replace you Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time Oh this time Without you I knew the storm was getting closer And all my friends said I was high But everything we've ever known's here I never wanted it to die by W.A.R. |
21.12.2005., srijeda
Thoughts
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Time is the longest distance between two places. When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone. Tennessee Williams |
20.12.2005., utorak
Ubija me dosada...
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Koliko malo treba da shvatim kako je monotono i dosadno u Os? Otprilike toliko koliko je potrebno za shvatiti kako mi isti taj Os, nakon 10ak dana fali. Vratis se, a opet bi nazad, negdje, samo otisao, putovao, zajebavao se i sve sto ide uz to. Kako god se okrenes, dupe ti je odostraga. Kada bi imao sve, opet bi nesto nedostajalo. Prokleto. Sta ces. Bio na oprostajnom koncertu Valjka.Za jedan oprostajni, ne bas previse ljudi,ali meni taman dovoljno.Bez jebene guzve i svirali su tri sata, bez pauze.Nakon toga adio, bar na kratko.Maknuo sam se iz grada, otisao. Bilo je prejebeno. Sve u nekom lezernom tonu, nespavanja deset dana, cuganja i vise. Ne znam zasto me onda sora neki los feeling, neka depresija, nostalgija, koji kurac... ...ma sto da zelim, sve je tako daleko i sad mi zao, sve bi opet ponovo... Valjda mi sve to fali, jer ovdje se nekako tesko vratiti u realnost, a moram. Moram uhvatiti i knjige, koje imaju sloj prasine veci nego arheoloska nalazista. Za takve stvari ja sam lijen. Al' za sve ostalo imam vremena, ponekad sve i stignem. Pojaviti cu se na faksu i shvatiti kako je vec zatvoren zbog blagdana, da ce sad Bozic, treba obaviti sve sto uz to ide, doci sebi i onda Silvestrovo. Tri dana poslije se trijezniti, izaci na ispit, za koji,spletom neodgodivih obveza i okolnosti, nisam niti pogledao. Tko ce jos piti i uciti. Zna se sto je prioritet. A poslije sam jednostavno za nista, suplji, prazan, a kazu da prazna glava ne moze boljeti. Kakav zajeb. Mozda je sve to povezano i s vremenom. Nekako glupo vrijeme, dani blesavi. Sto mi se pocelo dogadati - dodem oko 5-6 ujutro kuci, izvalim se u krevet, vani mrak. Probudim se oko 15-16, opet mrak. Danje svjetlo preko vikenda gotovo i ne vidam. Kako sam se dotaknuo putovanja, migracija, bla, trebalo bi spomenuti kako sam popusio odlazak u ZG danas. A imam svjedoka da sam zaista htjeo doci/otici, ovisi iz kojeg kuta gledate, pa makar na 1-2 dana. Sve tako nekako blizu, a daleko.Zao mi je, stvarno... Sve ima svoje... I vatra i led U kap se spoje... I čemer i med Sve ima svoje... Vrlina i greh Tuge postoje da bi prizvale smeh Trebalo bi za docek negdje otici, odletiti, zapaliti. Kenga le t'jehoje... |
09.12.2005., petak
Nitko ne zna gdje se skriva......
 Tko trazi, taj ce i naci. Mo's si mislit'. Po meni, sve su to igre drzavnog vrha, kad je Antu trebalo u'vatiti za "dobrobit" drzave. odjednom su u tome i uspjeli. Placajmo porez. |
05.12.2005., ponedjeljak
Ima l' zlata?
Eto, osvojismo Davis cup, kao jedna, od tek 12 zemalja kojima je to uspjelo, uz odlicne navijace i jos bolje partije Ljube i Ancica, te smo tim uspjehom napravili veliku promociju za Hrvatsku.No, ne bi mi bili mi, ako se ne obrukamo propisno. Pred ocima cijelog svijeta, vrli zagrebacki gradonacelnik Bandic kopa nos. Kopa nos i to propisno, prvo malim prstom, pa onda, kad je zapelo, kaziprstom. Europski, nema sta...Mozda prokopa tunel, kao neku vrstu precaca ka EU. |
03.12.2005., subota
Sons of Scotland!!!
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William Wallace: Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace. Second Soldier: William Wallace is seven feet tall! William Wallace: Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of llightning from his arse. William Wallace: I AM William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my country men, here, in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight? Soldier: Against that? No, we'll run, and we'll live. William Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take away our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM! |
