Ludilo brale

(ima i benevolentnog psovanja, pa...oprez.)












Where is my master the rebel prince?
Who will shut all of these windows
It's these windows all around me
It's these windows who are telling me
To rid my dirty mind of all of it's preciousness
Where is my master the rebel prince?
Bet breaking everything trying to get to me
In this two-bit hotel
Just to me before this windowsill
Does rid my dirty mind of all of it's preciousness
Oh, I can see him now
Though it's so far away
Amongst the roving crowd
Going the other way
Confounded anger burning with love for me
Ou est mon maitre le prince rebelle?
Qui va fermer toutes ces fenetres
Ce sont ces fenetres autour de moi
Ce sont ces fenetres qui m'appellent
Qui m'appellent
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
I'm leaving the Roosevelt hotel
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
I'm leaving the room we knew so well
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold








Let’s meet in a respectable dive
On the somewhat safe street
And have a beer
We’ve both kept our eyes on the ball
We know the lyrics to them all
These songs of fear
And baby I love you
And I do not want to lose you
But I’m not able to put my cards on the table
And if you only knew of the hand that I’m holding
You would be blushing
And I am so far from bluffing
In this respectable dive
I know that we never play cards or write postcards
When we’re both in the same town
But still I remember some notes on the kitchen counter
Back from work I’ve found
And baby I love you
And I do not want to lose you
But I’m not able to put my cards on the table
And if you only knew of the hand I was holding
You would be blushing
And I am so far from bluffing
In this respectable dive
Baby I love you
And I do not want to lose you
Baby I love you
And I do not want to lose you
Baby I love you








Won't you walk me through the tiergarten?
Won't you walk me through it all, darling?
Doesn't matter if it is raining
Won't you walk me through it all?
Even if the sun, it is blazing
Even if the snow, it is raging
All the elements we must conquer
To get to the other side of town
I have suffered shipwreck against your dark brown eyes
I have run aground against your broken down smiles
Believe me when I tell you I have no place to go
But to go where the wild flowers grow and the stone gardens bloom
(And the stone gardens bloom...)
Won't you walk me through the tiergarten?
Won't you walk me through it all, darling?
Doesn't matter if it is raining
We'll get to the other side of town.













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Ludilo.
Dok ovo pišem,
imam slušalice i trešteći slušam Rufusa
sve u nastojanju
da prikrijem upornu bušilicu koja jednom u minuti na najbližem zidu buši rupu
(i tako već barem sat vremena)
naime
majstor stavlja tiple na stiroporne ploče
na vanjskom zidu kuće
jer izrada fasade je u punom jeku.

Voda je sva postavljena
i zidovi koji su čerečeni neki tjedan da se u njih stave cijevi za vodu
od jučer su službeno završeni,
tako da sam dobila zeleno svjetlo
i donju kupaonu preliminarno očistila
a sad slijedi temeljitije čišćenje
sad slijedi molba vodovodu i njihovo postavljanje brojila u šaht
za što si daju slobodu izvedbe
unutar četiri mjeseca hahahaaaa
mogu misliti
dobro da nisu iskreni pa kažu unutar četiri godine...

Struja:
molbu sam dala 3.7.
za novo brojilo
još mi se nitko od tamo nije javio,
narafski sto put sam ih zvala
i svaki puta se zahtjev nije maknuo od čovjeka koji ga treba pokrenuti u postupak
i uvijek
'gospođo, evo, sutra ću'
i električari (broj dva) su u međuvremenu postavili sve žice po kući i fasadi,
uključujući i kućicu za brojila
i obećali su potaknuti elektru na suradnju,
ali ni to ne izgleda bogznašto obećavajuće
no dok je to sve u tijeku
električar (broj jedan)
je neke stvari razmjestio,
a onda neke stvari zaboravio napraviti
i sad ih tjednima razvlači
pa , eto, stvari teku sasvim, sasvim normalno.

Dobro.
I jedan zid je zatvoren jučer-danas
tako da je kuća dolje kod ulaza puna prašine, mokrine i prljavine
razgaženih kartona
i sve smrdi i to
sve je prljavo i hladno, no eto,
od sutra navodno smijem pomalati taj zid,
počistiti to sve,
a odlučila sam se onda i jedan stari stol koji dolje stoji pofarbati u nešto sumanuto
tek toliko da imam osjećaj kontrole nad čime
izbor boja i to.

Auto me žešče kuri,
i to toliko da sam danas proglasila kapitulaciju
i išla pješice na posao
što samo po sebi nije ništa posebno
osim što bih morala donjeti neke 'stvari' s posla doma,
a to mi se po tramvajima stvarno ne da, neda?,
....uglavnom
jučer ujutro nisu
(nakon što sam 650 kn dala prošli tjedan za nekakav poklopac, kapu, razvodnu kapu? ne sjećam se više, i kablove)
radili brisači, ni grijanje u autu, ni grijanje stražneg stakla
onda kad sam stigla na parking na poslu proradilo je grijanje u autu,
nakon posla opet ništa nije radilo
pa sam po žešćoj kiši preko pol grada vozila bez brisača
što je katastrofalno voženje naslijepo,
i bilo je jako zeznuto,
onda sam došla u svoj kvart,
automehaničar me nije mogao odmah primiti
nego za dva sata
a ja sam jako, jako željela do groblja,
jučer je bio smrtni dan mojoj dragoj svekrvi koja me je jako voljela
i rekoh, jebeš sve, ak vozim na slijepo do sim,
mogu i do groblja,
Bog pomaže hrabrima,
ia tako sam opet po kiši
polunaslijepo došla do groblja,
popalila lampaše,
divila se sama sebi kak sam lijepo cvijeće donjela/presadila/uopće našla za grob
i to dobro obavila dva dana prije
sve sama sa sobom
kao uostalom i sve drugo uopće
ko da sam jebeni Pale Paleković
sjela u auto
i sve je proradilo.
Svi brisači, sva grijanja, sve.
Došlo mi je da iscipelarim taj jebeni auto i pljunem na njega.
(trebam li reći da jednom tjedno nekog boga mijenjam na njemu,
majstor mi je već rekao da mu je dosta tog auta,
a onda mi se ispričavao :-S
doslovno je rekao da ga 'taj auto zajebava' )

Danas sam mu rekla F+* of, ja idem tramvajem.
Autu, ne majstoru.

Eto, da ne bi ispalo da pišem samo kad pizdim i kad sam ljuta,
sad sam jako dobro raspoložena, ako ćemo gledati kakva mogu biti.


Bušilica i dalje nemilice buši.



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You've got my lost brother's soul
My dear mother's eyes
A brown horse's mane
And my uncle's name
You walked me down 14th Street
For the doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave
In the home of the brave and of the weak
But why'd you have to break all my heart
Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it?
Why'd you have to break all my heart?
Couldn't you have saved a minor part?
I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden
Damn you guess I'll have to get a new one
I'd love to sit and watch you drink
With the reins to the world, gripping a smoke
Vaguely missing link
Don't ever change you hungry little bashful hound
I got the sheep, poor little Bo Peep
Has lost and filed for grounds
But why'd you have to break all my heart
I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river
Wonder if there's hearts that will deliver
Don't ever change, don't ever worry
Because I'm coming back home tomorrow
To 14th Street where I won't hurry
And where I'll learn how to save, not just borrow
And they'll be rainbows and we will finally know










So you want a song
So you want a song
A song just for you
There are many melodies to choose from but there’s only one of you
So I’m gonna fly in the sky so high in the wind
And I’m gonna try really, really try so hard not to give in
And find the song of you
So I’m gonna run and hide my head in the sand
And I’m gonna think really, really think so hard to try and understand
And find the song of you
The song of you
So you want a song
So you want a song
A song just for you
There are many lyrics to choose from but there’s only one of you
So I’m gonna fly in the sky so high in the wind
And I’m gonna try really, really, really try so hard not to give in
And find the song of you
So I’m gonna run and hide my head in the sand
And I’m gonna think really, really, really think so hard to try and understand
And find the song of you
The song of you
So you want a song
So you want a song
A song just for you