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nest malo o meni
Ime:MITERmi je takoreći i ime i prezime
ime pravo ime mi je Ivan
onda dalje sviram tamburu i gitaru( i skoro sve šta uhvatim u ruke
vec 4 godine
slusam zabranjeno pušenje;hladno pivo; godsmack; gužvu u 16-ercu;
Lude Krawe, Antitodor, FNC Diverznat,Gatuzo, Alice In Chains, NOFX,Goldfinger,DROPKICK MURPHYS,Millencolin seether, switchfoot..itd..
dalje mi se neda nabrajat uglavnom sve tog karaktera e da i mrzim cajke
imam 18 godina
imam curu...i sretan sam ko kad sam je prvi put prije ko zna kolko upoznao..i kad smo počeli izlazit..
kisscerekcerek
završio 1 razred srednje glazbene..u Križevcima
iiiii........nist vise moj život je veoma jednostavannut


evo msn adresa di me možete nać skoro pa uvijek
ivan.miter@hotmail.com

Samo slike

par slikica
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ovo smo ja i moj najmlađi brat

a ovo je moj mali pizdek
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drzavno natjecanje Opatija( drugo mjesto)
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ovo smo ja i Nedić pa ne znam možda bi se neki mogli složit
dva najluđa lika u razredu (ja to negiram je nisam lud:D)

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e tu smo Mateja Šimunović (zapravo se zove Matea Šimunić
tak sam ju nazvao zato jer ju volim živcirat :)) i ja

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nedic i kemba luđaci

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jos malo slikica
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to je ponovo nedić sa šeširom od profesorice iz biologije

malo slikica sa roštiljade
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ja i Patricija na KUD-u ona u nošnji a ja s tamburom u ruci
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ovo sam ja s pekarom...ovaj peharom
koji nije moj....rofl
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Tu cu stavit malo lyrycsa

system of a down

Chop Suey


Wake up

Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In-my-self righteous suicide
I-cry-when angels deserve to die, RAAHH!!

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In-my-self righteous suicide
I-cry-when angels deserve to die
In-my-self righteous suicide
I-cry-when angels deserve to die
Father! father! father! father!
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands
Why have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me oh
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I-cry-when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I-cry-when angels deserve to die

B.Y.O.B.

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!

Barbarianism Barbaras feel with pointed heels
Victorious, victorious kneel,
With brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
la la la la la la la , oooh!

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses' dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
Hangers sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la la, oooh!

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, its Party time,
And we don't live in a fascist nation,
Blast off , its party time,
And where the fuck are you?
….. Yeah
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X4]

Kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses' dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
Hangers sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
la la la la la la la la la la, oooh!

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun-

Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X3]
Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]
They always send the poor [x2]


Hladno Pivo


Konobar

Konobar zijeva, vani lagano sviće,
a ja pijan k'o deva, bi još naručio piće...
Ali, kakva blamaža, jezik lamata krivo,
ne zna kako se kaže pelin i pivo,

Srećom, nije seljober,da previše pita,
nego pametan ober, što iz očiju čita....
Svu moju bol, mada nisam ni pisno,
pa stavlja na stol, još jednom isto,
i to je ta kap, koja preljeva čašu,
plačem k'o slap, dok naginjem flašu....

Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka,
zašto ti nisi bar s one strane šanka?
'Što sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka,
zašto srodna duša mora baš bit muška?

Kad si dvoj'ca tak dobro pašu, to je bolje od sexa,
jedan dodaje čašu, a drugi eksa,
on nije ni priglup, ni naravi škrte,
i uvijek mi pivu natoči do crte ...

On kuži, svu moju bol, mada nisam ni pisno,
pa stavlja na stol, još jednom isto,
i to je ta kap, koja preljeva čašu,
plačem k'o slap, dok naginjem flašu....

Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka,
zašto ti nisi bar s one strane šanka?
'Što sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka,
zašto srodna duša mora baš bit muška?

Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka,
zašto ti nisi bar s one strane šanka?
'Što sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka!!!


Pitala Si Me


Pitala si me zašto tvoje ime
nikad ne provlačim kroz rime
zašto ga nikad ne ukrasim metaforama krasnim
pa da se time hvališ kolegicama s posla?

Ma nema šanse, nema tih para
da mi ikad budeš dio repertoara
pa da tvoje ime pjevuši 'ko stigne
da si sva'ko, tek tako, na brzinu, puni tišinu...

Mislim da bih razbio gitaru
da čujem da te fućkaju na pisuaru
da me jednog dana gledaš poniženo
iz kuta dućana gdje je sve u pola sniženo...

Ova pjesma o tebi, koja si mi sve na svijetu,
ovaj pokušaj da kažem ne izrecivo,
nikad se neće naći na nekom CD-u,
imati naslov, cijenu i barcode...

Zar da radio voditelj, kreštava glasa,
preko naše rime traži vlasnike pasa?
Da se ceraka, kao, dobra je zeka,
u svaki jebeni single ubaciti jingle? ...

Ništa nije sveto,
sve je bruto i neto,
sve je zabava ...

Bitno da nešto svira za žedna uha,
da nikog ne dira, dok pere il' kuha,
da narodu skrati onih osam sati,
i da ljepo stane među dvije reklame...

Ova pjesma o tebi, koja si mi sve na svijetu,
ovaj pokušaj da kažem ne izrecivo,
nikad se neće naći na nekom CD-u,
imati naslov, cijenu i barcode...

Pitala si me zašto tvoje ime
nikad ne provlačim kroz rime?
Zašto ga nikad ne ukrasim metaforama krasnim,
pa da se time hvališ kolegicama s posla?


SLAYER

Bloodline

Eternal the kiss I breathe
Siphon your blood to me
Feel my wounds of your god
Forever rape mortality
I smell of death
I reek of hate
I will live forever
Lost child pay the dead
Bleeding screams of silence
In my veins your eternity

I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth

First breath born come alive learn to kill
Bloodfest awaits to feed your hunger
Dark side has no rival test your faith in blood
Night hides the hunting packs a feeding frenzy

I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth

I am the first not the last
Condemned by a single kiss
Betrayed eternally I'll rip inside your soul
Contaminating the world
Defying god and son
Black heart that brings your death
Living in infamy

Drink the flesh of life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years

I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth

Blame god chosen children
As you die I'm immortal
Faithless no religion
Stalking prey is my confession
Captive blood enslavement
Pain and hunger drives your madness
Drink flesh life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years


Reign In Blood

Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition

The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone

Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above

Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away

Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!


PANTERA


Primal Concrete Sledge


There's a double standard for the way we live
If there's nothing to have, well then there's nothing to save
I'll break a sweat and I don't regret
What you'd kill to see brings out the god in me.

Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

The man of a thousand retirements
Will always be the one to tell you when to quit
I won't take stock in a withered man
I'm reaching into you, I'll make you understand

Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge


Cowboys From Hell


Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We're gonna take what's ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We're tagged and can't turn back


You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're takin over this town

Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell

Pillage the village, trash the scene
But better not take it out on me
'Cause a ghost town is found
Where your city used to be
So out of the darkness and into the light
Sparks fly everywhere in sight
From my double barrel, 12 gauge,
Can't lock me in your cage


You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're takin over this town

Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell



ponedjeljak, 10.12.2007.

I`ll be there for You..



evo da se i ja malo javim..ne znam zašt sam uopće počeo pisat post..jer mi se ne da..sad sam trenutno u emocijalnoj krizi..neki možd znaju koji je prvi razlog..ali da je bar samo prvi razlog..ne znam el da pišem o tome..trebam to s nekim podijelit..ali ne znam s kim..bezveze mi je to preko mobitela..moram se nać s nekim..tko me stvarno razumije..ko se neće samnom zajebavat..(dobro to bi mogo malo dopustit ali samo malo..pošto sam ja uvijek za zafrkanciju..pa čak i ako je na moj račun..)nadam se da se moji najfrendovi iz slatine neće ljutit..oni će mi uvijek bit prvi..i nadam se da ću im ja nešt značit u životu..bar jedan mali dio onoga kolko su oni meni značili..skužio sam neke stvari o životu..a najviše sam skužio stvari koje se tiču mene..da sam fakat budala..i ne znam puno toga..i da me za puno toga nije briga..a zapravo bi me trebalo bit briga..skužio sam da mi jako malo treba da se zaljubim..pa čak i kad mi drugi uzvrate osjećaj..on kod njih ne potraje dugo..kao što sam nekome reko..a nekome i nisam.. :(..imao sam curu..(iz Križevaca)..i prekinuo sam neki dan s njom..bili smo čak tjedan dana zajedno..i jako mi je ispočetka bilo..ne znam kak da se izrazim..zbunjujuće..čudno..a najviše mi je teško bilo..ne znam zašt..al mi je bilo jako teško..i kad me je to sve prošlo..još je uvijek ostao onaj osjećaj težine..za koji nisam nikom reko..ne znam zašt nisam nikom reko..al nisam..jbga..možd sam ignoriro..a možda..a ko zna..čudno sam ja dijete..(možd je vama čudno što sam napisao dijete..al oni koji me stvarno poznaju da sam ubiti jedno veliko dijete..)..bzvz..htio bi negdje otić di me niko ne zna..i di bi bio potpuno rasterećen..di ne bi uopće razmišljao..ajd..ovo da ne razmišljam mogu praktiicirat bilo gdje..hehe..u zadnjih par dana..mislim odkad sam prekinuo s njom..mi je bilo preteško..jer ju moram cijelo vrijeme viđat..odn..skoro cijelo vrijeme ju vidim..e i odonda razmišljam..i odonda..mi je sve mutavo..:(
odonda..sam skužio te neke..možd za neke jednostavne sitnice..al za mene izgleda da nisu..brzo se zaljubim..ali jako teško prebolim..


mislim da je dosta o meni..i mojim problemima..ko da nekog zanimaju moji ljubavni problemi..
ali bilo je i boljih dana..da se malo pohvalim..bio sam u Italiji..u gradu(ili selu) koje zovu Reana del Royalle
fora mi je bilo..makar je bilo malo prekratko..čak smo bili cijeli vikend ak se to vikendom nazvat može.
ovaj post sam pisao kod sestre i objavio u domu tak da nema slika..al čim dođem kuć ću vam dostavit par slika.. i čak sam bio cijeli vikend u koprivnici..to mi je malo pomoglo..eh.. bilo je i zanimljivih stvari..kao što su npr..neka prosviravanja..iz klavira..svirao sam jednu mutavu etidu..dobio sam čak dva do tri(2-3) za bzveze a prije toga sam ju odsviro onak..bez greške..al dobro i najboljima se događa..:D..da se malo pohvalim(još malo) kupio sam si dvije nove tambure i jednu donio sa restauracije..(blago meni)
mislim da nisam ništ izostavio..od ovog zadnjeg posta mi se stvarno jako puno toga desilo..što dobro što loše..a i ima još stvari koje stvarno ne bih želio nabrajat..
i za kraj isprika što sam prekršio obećanje da ću malo češće pisat postove..
ljudi uživajte..



POZZDRAV



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