definitvino Nirvana i Deep...i normalno...bokte...hahahahahahahah no!!!

nedjelja, 12.02.2006.

VOLIN:Nirvanu i sve vezano za nju...al stvarno sve...al najviše Cobaina...najsvetiji je...
Svoje prijatelje i ljude do kojih je meni stalo i kojima je do mene stalo...pojedince posebno obožavan...
Svoju staru jer me uvik ipak izvlači iz svega...
Crnu boju jer je presavršena boja...ocrtava mene...
Gitaru jer je jednostavno presavršen instrument,jer ju je Cobain svira,jer ima savršen zvuk,ona smirenost akustare i oni lipi parajući zvuk električne...I zato jer večina JEBENIH likova svira gitaru...
Deep purple jer me smiruju njihove laganice,a ove malo žešče pisme su in još bolje...unikatni su svime svojin...posebni su...u njima je vječnost glazbe...i ne virujen da će ikada past u zaborav dok god je ljudi poput mene,Mladje i Milke šta ih obožavamo...
Svoju sobu jer je puna svega šta ja volin(pauke i stonoge ne volin a opet su tuJ)...ima krcato Nirvane,Deepa,Maidena,Zeppelina,Gunsa,Metallice i ostalih po zidovima...šalovi po ormaru i crtež gitare,majice po zidovima...slika od Gospe na vratima,a ispod nje plakat o Nirvani šta san napravila...100 posto znan spajat stvari...
Svoj razred jer su mi prelegendarne osobe u njemu i jer smo uvik spremni za zajebanciju...Normalno postoje ljudi u njemu koji su nepodnošljivi...al neka ih...
Svoj mp3 jer san ga dobila od ljudi koje puno volin...
Svoje starke i marte...
Trafo...jer je predobro misto za navečer priko tjedna...
Park jer je to misto samo za nas rockere,metalce i punkere...al jebiga...još da nije osvitljen bija bi još bolji...i volin i tribine...one su lipo u mraku...
Rukomet jer priko njega mogu ispucat sve šta me muči...
Polarne medvjede jer su nako divni,nevini...a izumiru jadni tako brzo...
Slušat glasno muziku jer se nekako ne mogu uživit kad je tiho...
Svoj mobitel jer je cili zastarjeli,nije u boji al eto...šalje smsove i prima pozive i to je dovoljno...i jer ima slikicu od Cobaina-zalipljenu i ispod od Nirvane...:)
Svirke...nije bitno di...
QUA-Jer sviraju dosta stvari od Nirvane,jer se mogu uživit u Lovrin glas jer je slčan Cobainovu i tako kroz koncerte od qua mogu maštat ka da san na koncertu od Nirvane iako znan da to nije moguće...
Kad neka ženska lipo piva,kad ima lip glas...al ne previsok...nego lipi glas...
Proliće jer nekako sve cvita i sve se budi i to je baš savršeno vrime za neke nove odluke...koje stvarno mislimo ispunit...:))
Strast-ka i Cobain...lipo je kad se dvoje vole a između njih stoji tako velika strast i beskrajno povjerenje...nema te greške ni tih ljudi koji bi to uništili...
Tamu jer te onda nitko ne može vidit u najgorim trenucima i možeš bit kakav želiš...
Individualnost jer svak može bit šta god želi..iman hrabrosti pokazat svoje mišljenje...pa ako zbog toga odudaran od okoline...nije me briga...ja san JA...
NE VOLIN:svoga oca...oni koji me poznaju bolje znaju razloge...a i oni koji me ne poznaju toliko fajn znaju da ga ne mogu smislit...ka ni Cobain svoga neko vrime...:)
Mljackanje,srkanje...to jednostavno mrzin...bokte...naučite se jist sa zatvorenin ustima...
Krtica Love jer je Kurta uništila,a ako je virovat istrazi i ubila ga je...i jer mi je antipatična...kučka izjebana...razjebana...podjebana...nadjebana...pipjebana...
Drogu jer je uništila Cobaina i mnoge druge...Nikad nebi sebe natirala da proban koju drogu...
Razrednicu...Za to postoje dublji razloziJ...
Suze,patnju,bol...i ostalu ekipu...al postoje sa razlogon...stoga živimo sa njima!
Ne volin sebe baš previše...zbog puno razloga...koje ni ja ne znan...sve...
Kad neko kopira nekoga ili oće bit ka neko...
Fejkere...koji glume da vole isto šta i mi...od toga mi se diže kosa na glavi...
Kad neko nema svoje ja nego se okriće kako vitar puše...a pola svita je takvo...
Osvetničke porive...ne kužin ljude koji žude za osveton...mislin...mogu to skužit prvih sat vrimena dok je čovik ljut,povriđen,bisan pa se želi osvetit...al da to neko želi svin snagama postić(osvetu)...e to ne mogu shvatit...
Mučenje životinje...u svakome obliku...kako neko može nosit krzno neke životinje koja je misec dana prije veselo skakutala po šumi ili ka polarni medvjedi-po sjevernon polu skakutala-i to bez imalo osjećaja stavit na sebe?Oprostite-al ja bi te ljude UBILA...Ili kako neko može od kornjačina oklopa napravit pepeljaru...izvadit jon tilo i to koristit ka pepeljaru!!!???To ne želin niti pokušavat shvatit...
Mrzin kad moran jist meso...gadi mi se kad se sitin načina i postupaka koji su napravljeni da bi ta jadna koza,svinja,ovca došla na moj stol...ne mogu to jist...
Kašnjenje...iako UVIK kasnin...ves sorry...
Dosadne ljude...i one depresivne koji ne žele ništa poduzimat da isprave nanesenu bol
...iako se i ja često ponašan tako...
Pogreške –iako se na njima ući i to je njihova dobra stvar i poslin njih tribali bi bit ka ono pametniji...al zašto se uvik moraju desit neke fatalne pogreške da shvatimo da nam neke stvari u životu uopće ne trebaju ili neki ljudi,a da oni drugi za koje smo mislili da nam ne trebaju-baš nam oni fale...
Nezrelost...Dobro kad je neko dite iz vrtića nezrelo...pa to je normalno..al evo...osobe mojih godina...već bi tribali imat neku dozu zrelosti da bi znali razaznavat svoje postupke dobre od loših i tribali bi znat kakve stvari triba a kakve NE triba napravit osobama do kojih nam je stalo...al eto ima tih nezrelih i u toj dobi...Djetinjastih...
Strah jer nas uvik sprječava u nečemu šta bi tili radit...
STRAJ ME:Gromova...kad vanka grmi ja se ne mogu pomaknit...jednostavno se sve u meni oduzme...ukipi...ne mogu se pomaknit...
Oca...
Još odmalena iman straj da ronin zatvorenih oćiju...lipo slobodna...i da taman kad mi nestane zraka poželin izronit i napravin zamah rukon i taman dođen blizu površine i shvatin da je veliki brod na površini i da ne mogu izronit zbog njega i da mi nestane zraka i onda samo potonen...UŽAS...
Da ću rodit fliper bebu...-Ka i Cobain...to su van bebe sa nekin fizičkin nedostatkon(ili nedaj Bože dodatkon)...općenito me straj da ću rodit na bilo koji način neko deformirano dite...
Bolne smrti...Ne bojin se smrti ka pojma...nego me straj da ne umren na neki bolni način ka ona ženska sa mosta(pokoj jon duši)...toga me najviše straj...i da ne umren iznenada...tila bi se prvo oprostit od ljudi...
Brze vožnje...ne znan zašto...i nikad se ne vozin na livu stranu,tj.na stranu vozača jer san jedan put skoro poginila na tu stranu...uvik san na zadnje sidalo suvozača...
One sirene u vatrogajaca...podsjeća me na rat iako ga nisan proživila u totalno svjesnom stanju jer san bila malo dite...al mrzin osjećaj koji me obuzme kad čujen tu sirenu...
Nepoznatih ljudi...al ne ono ka u definiciji da ne mogu prićat sa nikin nepoznatin...nego me straj antipatičnih nepoznatih ljudi...
Razočaranja jer san ih previše doživila...
Gubitka osoba jer neke ljude previše,previše,previše volin da bi ih bila spremna izgubit...


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filmovi...Ja volin:Nirvanu,Deep purple,prijatelje...ma imate sve opisano u jednome od prošlih postova...
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Scoff

In my eyes, I'm not lazy
In my face, It's not over
In your room, I'm not older
In your eyes, I'm not worth it
Gimme back my alcohol
Give me all your... (live: Still a failure)
Give me your
Love
Fuck

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Sifting

Afraid to grade
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cross, self-loss
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Some fear none
Wouldn't it be fun?
Your eyes... Teacher said
Your eyes... Preacher said
Don't have nothing for you
Spell the smell
Wouldn't it be fun?
Search for a church
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cold and coals
Wouldn't it be fun?



Burn
(Blackmore/Coverdale/Lord/Paice)

The sky is red, I don't understand
Past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand

The city's a blaze, the town's on fire
The woman's flames are reachin' higher
We were fools, we called her liar

All I hear is
"Burn!"

I didn't believe she was devil's sperm
She said, "Curse you all, you'll never learn
When I leave there's no return!"
The people laughed 'til she said, "Burn!"

Warning came, no one cared
Earth was shakin', we stood and stared
When it came no one was spared

Still I hear
"Burn!"

You know we had no time
We could not even try
You know we had no time

You know we had no time
We could not even try
You know we had no time

The sky is red, I don't understand
Past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned
she makes you burn with a wave of her hand

Warning came, no one cared
Earth was shakin, we stood and stared
When it came no one was spared

Still I hear
"Burn!"



Don't Make Me Happy
(Gillan/Glover/Morse/Lord/Paice)

You stare into the room, nothing there but space
No sign of any message gone without a trace
But I don't want your pity, if that's what you think
I'll take my comfort from this hole I'm sinking in
Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money
That's alright, I don't mind but don't try to be funny
Don't make me good
Don't make me mad
Don't make me fly
Don't make me happy
It's nice here in this room, you would like it, yes you would
It's got a bed, two chairs and a table, I'd live here if I could
There's a man standing up who's down on his knees
Outside the cold wind sends a shiver through the trees
On the line, left behind, under pressure
It's so bad, leave me be, I don't want to get better
Don't make me good
Don't make me mad
Don't make me fly
Don't make me happy
I don't care what you think but think about this
It could have been somebody else, beware of what you wish
Now the door is closed, locked and sealed
And now you think you know how rejection feels
Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money
That's alright, I don't mind but don't try to be funny
Don't make me good
Don't make me mad
Don't make me fly
Don't make me happy



Demons eye

I don't mind just what you say
I never heard you, baby, never heard you anyway, yeah
I don't care what you do
Just so long as it ain't me and you
Sly, sly, oh, like a demon's eye
Everything's good, I said, everything's fine
You don't know, don't know it's the end of your time
How does it feel to be turned away
I've known it, baby, almost every day
Sly, sly, mm, like a demon's eye
I don't need you anymore
I don't want you, baby, here 'round my door
You slip and slide 'round my brain
You think you're so clever, yeah, but you know you're insane
Sly, sly, like a demon's eye
I d-d-don't mind just what you say
I never heard you, I never heard you anyway, no I didn't
Everything's good, everything's fine
You don't know it's the end of your time
Sly, sly, like a demon's eye
Like a demon's eye
Oh, oh, yeah
You're so sly, baby, yeah
Ooh, yeah
You make me feel upside down
Yeah, like a demon's eye





Sometimes I feel like screaming

While you were out...
The message says
You left a number
And I tried to call
But they wrote it down
In a perfect spanish scrawl
In a perfect spanish scrawl

Yet again
I’m missing you
King size bed
(in a) hotel someplace
I hear your name
I see your face
I see your face

(the) back street dolls
And the side door johnnies
The wide eyed boys with their bags full of
Money
Back in the alley
Going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail
Of a midnight crawl
Heaven wouldn’t be
So high I know
If the times gone by
Hadn’t been so low
The best laid plans
Come apart at the seams
And shatter all my dreams

Sometimes I feel like...
Screaming
Close my eyes
It’s times like this
My head goes down
And the only thing I know
Is the name of this town
Is the name of this town

Yet again
I’m missing you
Won’t be long
O’ coming home
Until that distant time
I’ll be moving on
I’ll be moving on


Speed king

Good golly, said little miss molly
When she was rockin’ in the house of blue light
Tutti frutti was oh so rooty
When she was rockin’ to the east and west
Lucille was oh so real
When she didn’t do her daddies will
Come on baby, drive me crazy--do it, do it

I’m a speed king you go to hear me sing
I’m a speed king see me fly

Saturday night and I just got paid
Gonna fool about ain’t gonna save
Some people gonna rock some people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Hard headed woman and a soft hearted man
They been causing trouble since it all began
Take a little rice take a little beans
Gonna rock and roll down to new orleans



When a blind man cries

If you’re leaving close the door.
I’m not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor.
Whether I’m drunk or dead I really ain’t too sure.

I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, lord, you know there ain’t no sadder tale.

Had a friend once in a room,
Had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room.
We found a reason for the things we had to do.

I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, lord, you know he feels it from his soul.


What's Goin' On Here (Blackmore/Coverdale/Lord/Paice)

Roll me over slowly I've been drinkin' all night
Help me make a move, I can't stand the light
Wake me, shake me, don't slam the door
I ain't been so bad, I just can't recall
Spent the night chasin' up a listed old flame
Lyin' on the floor I can't remember her name

I can't stay here
There's something wrong here
What's goin' on here?

Went downtown had a long way to go
How I got there I don't know
Found myself sittin' in a west-side bar
Tried to leave but I could not go far
High class woman tryin' to give me a line
Should have left early when I felt so fine

I can't stay here
There's something wrong here
What's goin' on here?

When they closed up the bar
You know they left me for dead
And I can't remember a thing that I said
Must have called the police to take me away
They said "Forty days", now I've got to pay
Spent the night chasin' up a listed old flame
Lyin' on the floor I can't remember her name
I can't get together why they're messin' with me
Keep on lookin' round, tell me where can I be

I can't stay here
There's something wrong here
What's goin' on here?


You know I'm not
your lover now
it might as well be said
and then you say
you're leaving
Or maybe I'm just
hanging on a thread
When I gave you everything
it didn't seem that much
You gave me your opinion
with the usual
heavy handed touch

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now

My head is spinning endlessly
My sense won't react
Then I'm falling through a black hole
Part of me is never coming back

How you can lose a thing
you never really had

And you always hurt the one you love
and you just love to hurt me bad

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now

What can I do
About the sky that falls on you
I'm not your lover

You really must be going now
By god, is that the time?
Let me put you out
of my misery
They call it being cruel
to be kind
I only insult my friends
my friend
The rest can go to hell
You can read it
anyway you want
oh well, you're not so bad yourself

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now


I am alone


On the lonely road I'm travelling on
The road that leads nowhere
As the ground and the sky have been wondering why
I'm alone, so alone
I've been rolling on for just two years
The sun is my only friend
With the wind on the bend and my back in my hand
I'm alone, so alone
I'm alone, so alone
I'm alone, so alone
I'm alone, so alone
And I feel like going home
With my money spent, my clothes all torn
My spirit hanging low
I ain't got no friends where the highway ends
I'm alone, so alone
I'm alone, so alone
I'm alone, so alone
I'm alone, so alone
And I feel like going home
Going home



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