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riječi nisu potrebne....savršen film....

24.04.2005. u 14:04 | 5 Komentara | Print | # | ^

uspavanost

….krevet….čaj…sabrina…kiša lupa po prozoru…miris zelenog čaja se širi sobom….ponovno si zaspala…kašalj te ubija…ne možeš više…sve te boli…danas ne ideš u školu…lagani smiješak preko lica kada se sjetiš da pita kemiju….a ti si doma…spavaš….planiraš učit….znaš da nećeš….ponovno ti treba maramica…nema je…ili je možda negdje među svim tim neredom…ne znaš….ipak je u džepu…fala…nekome?…..opet spavaš…zvoni telefon…nije za tebe….svi su u školi….lisa je…ona je bolesna….halucinira poput tebe…ali njoj je puno gore…puno gore….dadilja….shvaćaš da si dvije serije prespavala….a nema veze…ima repriza sutra ujutro…

20.04.2005. u 22:16 | 4 Komentara | Print | # | ^

slika govori sama za sebe

Kak mi je dobar dan danas…ma savršeno..ovaj prijašnji post…ma to su bile moje frusracije pomiješane s pms-om pa si spojite to dvoje I dobije se šta se dobilo…
Sutra neamo škole zbog natjecanja(živjela matematika) :)…I tak ..planiram učit malo prek vikenda jerbo smo prota I ja krenule u akciju prolaženja s 5 al zato se iduću subotu u močvaru ide…jebate vrag rekli su da budu ju zatvorili..sam nek probaju budem čitav zagreb na noge digle a mogli bi I požurit sallyno preuzimanje vlasti :)…pustili nas danas ranije doma a mi put pod noge I na trg..tak smo na trgu sjedile..ispričali se ko nikad… od tračanja(a mora se malo,čist da dnevnu dozu zla ispucamo :))došli do lisinih sve samo ne strašnih priča hehe al bilo je baš fino…ostale bi mi još sam su nas vremenske prilike naterale da se pokupimo….otkrila sam neki dan dorinu s keksom…SAVRŠENA čokolada! Jedina koju sama pojedem do kraja…a ivka je donijela neka čokoladna jaja punjena konjakom-tog se isto isplati najest ili napit, kak hočete… uživajte….

07.04.2005. u 21:11 | 5 Komentara | Print | # | ^

?nervous break down?

Jebate riža počelo je...kako bi happy rekla dvomjesečno pišanje krvi, užas koji te tjera na povračanje,neprospavane noći i konstantno razmišljanje o tome zašto mi kvragu ništa neide kako bi trebalo-ili kraće-škola.. i već sam treći sat skoro pala na dupe od umora i muke,mrzila kao nikad dosad i bila u emocionalnom da prostite kurcu...odlazak do trga s lisom i ispijanje one najmanje limenke pive je privremeno pomoglo da se zaboravi ali samo privremeno jer već sad moram da učim za ispravak kemije sutra...ovaj pjesmuljak :) pomaže da se živci ispucaju kad zbog određenih ljudi(čitaj jednog jedinog seratora) i događaja skroz na skroz popizdiš a da nisi u stanju izderat se ili bilo što drugo....gotovo je ..skroz sam skrenula..ni to dobro....
I HATE YOU(green day)
Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground
No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want to hear.
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I heard your sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know your going to die
Dickhead,
Fuckface,
cock smoking,
mother fucking,
asshole,
dirty twat,
waste of semen, I hope you die HEY
Red eye, code blue
I'd like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down
Head first into the ground
I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave

04.04.2005. u 21:47 | 7 Komentara | Print | # | ^

Ovaj post neće bit o ispijanju kafe,niti o tome kako me netko živcira ili ne živcira...tako da lepa prota ne može reć da su mi svi postovi isti :)....daklem...bijah na rundeku..tako je savršen,psihodeličan...zgodan..ali ful zgodan..neobičan...mogao bi ga satima slušat i gledat(s tim da sjedneš tu i tamo jerbo leđa ubijaju)..prvi koncert na kojem nisam zadobila ozljede bilo kakvog tipa,niti sam bila strgana drugi dan :)...doživiš muziku i koncert baš kako treba...uglavnom, bilo je lijepo,to je riječ koju tražim....srele smo na trgu kristinu-frendicu iz osnovne..bila je sva u šoku kad nas je vidla,skoro ju je herc strefil :)...al bilo joj je drago kaj nas vidi a i nama isto..ona je fakat dobra...za razliku od onih napasti-meeeeeeegi...uf...strašno! a uostalom meeeeeeegi si je izbušila sama nos-prva asocijacija-bik...hehehe....e da imam rozu majicu :)...to mi je jedina obleka takve boje...nije onak ful roza više neš ciglasto,a i proljeće je ,rekoh zajebi sve i kupi-na sniženju je :)...sad ću opet u školu morat a baš kad sam se opasno navukla na svakodnevnu šetnju po gradu i spavanje do pol 11... a fuck...

01.04.2005. u 22:14 | 3 Komentara | Print | # | ^

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MAD WORLD
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... world
Enlarge your world
Mad world
-gary jules

Lou Reed
Transformer (1972)
Perfect Day

Just a perfect day,
Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...

To Youth (My Sweet Roisin Dubh)"-
flogging molly
Tell me why must a man be of service
To his lord and the god seldom high
From the grave spring the name of our fathers
But there's no glint in a dead man's eye
Tell me why are our fields filled with hunger
And fruitless the crop bitter soil
So I say my farewell to a nation
As the leaf waves goodbye to it's son

So it's to youth I sing you this story
And it's of youth I sing it now
Like the train that derails without warning
I must leave what I left far behind
So goodbye, sweet Roisin Dubh
I say goodbye

Tell me why must our peace be this puzzle
That fractures the land, splinters war
The last nails cite the shame in our coffin
But in the end we must all die alone

So it's to youth I sing you this story
And it's of youth I sing it now
Like the train that derails without warning
Some must leave what they left far behind
So goodbye, sweet Roisin Dubh
I say goodbye

And the bark fell from tree
To the ground that they'll bleed
On the anguish that never learned to shout
With the clash of the drum
We'll surrender the gun
and on this sadness we shall no longer speak

Until time can live on our all forgotten songs
That's when I and we will sing again
So goodbye to my love, my sweet Roisin Dubh
Goodbye now until we meet again

Tell me why must our grief still be greiving
For a language that never spoke it's loss
But this tongue speak with fire will tear down the barb wire
And Rip the belly from the waxy ghost

So it's to youth I sing you this story
And it's of youth I sing it now
Like the train that derails without warning
We must leave what we left far behind

So it's to youth I sing you this story
And it's of youth I sing it now
Like the train that derails without warning
We must leave what we left far behind
So goodbye, sweet Roisin Dubh, I say goodbye

So goodbye, sweet Roisin Dubh, I say goodbye
Until we meet again
Until we meet again
Until we meet again, she arrives to beautify
But slumber now must rest
Oh my Roisin Dubh
I'll forever love
The youth you once possessed

against me-
baby i`m an anarchist
Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

BLIZU SUNCA

Želim nestati s tišinom
Pobjeći od crne tame
Živjeti sa nekim smislom
Dočekat' bolje dane
Dosta mi je ovog svijeta
Dosta mi je ovih ljudi
Kao da im ne pripadam
Pa da mi neki od njih sudi
Zaboraviti sve želim
Uništit' tu bjesnoću
Koja živi sad u meni
Koja javlja mi se noću
Želim opet biti čovjek
Da sam svoj i da sam ne'ko
Blizu sunca moram doći
Al tol'ko je daleko
Život moj polako puca
Želim biti blizu sunca
Da me voli, da me grije
Da mi bude kao prije
Blizu sunca moram doći
Hoću to, al' dal' cu moći
Borit ću se sa srcem svim
Da sa suncem se zavolim
-fncdiverzanti-

TKO TO TAMO PJEVA
iz pijeska vire krunisane glave
sto to rade
prde u prasinu
cini mi se rodjace
da je standard pokvario ljude
jedu govna i sanjare
bit ce bolje rodjace
skini medalje i napuni sale
ulici trofeja ponestaje snage
ostavljene djevojke
narkomani i bludnice
uzdaju se u tebe
blindirani brodovi
vozili te na cetiri strane
zbilja si bio dosljedan
i velikodusan rodjace
raspolagati tudjom mukom
nije mala zajebancija
-azra-




KUBA

Kad prodjem starim kvartom kestena
Na bivsoj granici Zagreba
Osjetim se sasvim nespreman
Za to sto vidim tu

Kako je samo lako nestala
Stara slika stvari
Ova boja nije moja
Ja drugoj tajnu znam

U drugom dvoristu pila svira
Kad ostanemo sami
I plove brodovi od papira
U neku zanosnu noc
Nad nama pronicu krosnje kestena
Skriveni u tami
A ruska vojna glazba svira
Sa televizora

Tr tr tr tr tr tr tr tr
Trubu
Kupit cu si trubu
I k k k k k k
Kubu
Otici na Kubu

Tamo nema bajnih dama
S ogromnih reklama
Nitko kruha gladan nije
I nema demokracije

Tamo je bogat koji ima
Vremena i dima
Tamo se srcem prima
I dijeli sa svima

Tamo ima ruma puno
Da nas mine sumnja
-darko rundek-



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