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Ime:Daniel....sa j ili bez isto...
Prezime:Matijašić
Nadimak:Dančy...Mafija..
Mjesto:P.Novaky
Rođen:Ya....
God:17
My MsN:danchy19@hotmail.com
Ča volin:A volin ja puno puno tega....npr.čokoladu,
kompjuter, football manager, nogomet obožavan iako mi se
ne da teć za ton glupon baloton (ovisi o luni), prijatelje
sex,spat,,jis, pit...system, koRn, SlipKnoT...
Metallica..Hladno pivo..kopat nos..Manchester United, Barcelonu,
cure..mmmm..jednu curu pogotovo jakooo puno.....hodit na "Praksu"...
biljar,milenium,art,markirat.. ma ne smin preveć... zezat,ma sve...
Preveć je tega da ne bi stalo na taj blog...brže bin nabroji ča ne volin
ma mi se ne da... živin svoj život i to je to....valjda....and finally... MY GUITAR CORT
Eko eko...ipak ča ja ne volin:Tripice, jetru jednostavno smrdi...i to je to...
Here is my love na 6 žic...
To san van ja u budućnosti...........
No comment...
Daron Malakian......the guitar of system
System of a Down
Daron...again....
A to je moj uzor u nogometu!!
Lionel Messi nepredvidljivi dječak
Bik na dvi noge-mr. cigaro
Deni-Rano je poče a da ga vidiš tek sad
Ni mu nič ne.....
Hands up....
Barbara
Gina
Stefani....
Moron Brother
Uskrs....Ester....the borućanka s jenon nogon....
Anelis.....
SYSTEMAC
Fatttor-neznan koliko t ima
INES
Pavić-the man
MARINA
Škabić (Marečo).....bin napisa Marko ma bi se jadi
Savršeno umišljena- to morate poć vidit...plakat ćete...a joh..
Pavich???
TROJKE (ženske)
Sotona 666
Dona
BROOKE
3 kurbe forši i dve ma ne znan
Govoriju da su sestre
GRŽO
Dojo & Tejo
Nataly
"Lonely Day"
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life
Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It's a day that I can't stand
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
Such a lonely day
Shouldn't exist
It's a day that I'll never miss
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life
And if you go, I wanna go with you
And if you die, I wanna die with you
Take your hand and walk away
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
Life
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
It's a day that I'm glad I survived
"Tentative"
Superstition taking all of us for a ride
Mimes overtaken by the signs of the Right
The bombs are falling overhead with no sight
While you are talking all detached, so tell us
Where you're going to the bottom
Do you hear us we are rotting?
We're going down in a spiral to the ground
No one, no one's gonna save us now!
Ceremonies have killed religions for they provide
The masked comforts to delusionals, they're all in fright
The true believer's head was bathed in sunlight
While you are walking all detached, so tell us
Where you're going to the bottom
Do you hear us we are rotting?
We're going down in a spiral to the ground
No one, no one's gonna save us now, not even god!
No one saved us, no one's gonna save us
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
Where do you expect them to go when the bombs fall?
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
Superstition taking all of us for a ride
Mimes overtaken by the signs of the Right
The bombs are falling over our head with no sight
While you are talking all detached, detached, detached, detached, detached,
We're going down in a spiral to the ground
No one, no one's gonna save us now! (not even god!)
No one saved us, no one saved us
No one saved us, no one's gonna save us now
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
"Lost In Hollywood"
[Daron moans a little bit]
I'll wait here,
You're crazy,
Those viscious streets are filled with strays,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They find you,
Two time you,
Say your the best they've ever seen,
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
I wrote you,
And told you,
You were the biggest fish out here,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They take you,
And make you,
They look at you in disgusting ways,
You should never trusted Hollywood.
[Serj moans now]
I was standing on the wall,
Feeling ten feet tall,
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard,
This is my front page,
This is my new age,
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
Phoney people come to pray,
Look at all of them beg to stay,
Phoney people come to pray.
[Serj and Daron Harmonize]
(The lines in the letter said, "We have gone to Hackensack")
Look at all of them beg to stay
Phoney people come to pray.
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard,
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Hollywood Boulevard.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
"Soldier Side"
Dead men lying on the bottom of the grave
Wondering when savior comes, is he gonna be saved
Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life
Maybe you're a joker, maybe you deserve to die
They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He's never going home
Young men standing on the top of their own graves
Wondering when Jesus comes, are they gonna be saved
Cruelty to the winner, bishop tells the king his lies
Maybe you're a mourner, maybe you deserve to die
They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home
Welcome to the soldier side
Where there is no one here but me
People all grow up to die
There is no one here but me
Welcome to the soldier side
There is no one here but me
People on the soldier side
There is no one here but me
Ya prvi dan u školi….brzo je pasalo sve to….ma vero neka je….ionako većina nas gre u školu na ljetovaje…ili zimovanje..never mind.. uglanon drago mi je ča je počela jer mi fale ovi konji iz razreda a i još par sitnica....svi su ostali isti tj.svi zgubljeni i pijani kao i vajk...uglavnon došli smo u školu….a ja genijalac san zea glupu boršu da mi grije hrbat….ya…i nish kad san doša s vlakon ša san u školu i nakraju nan je Šprica doša srat da kega vraga delamo u školi i da ki nas je zva...(to se i ja već godinama pitan) i ča ti ja znan ča….i nas je splaši iz škole neka gremo pit…ili kamo već….ya i modri smo «tili» poć na praksu….tj.trebali smo poć…ali nas je shef puštija ća jer da nimamo ča za delat...a ma ure su zapisane....ma će nan sad te dane dat ča da lemimo i spajamo žice va kompu kao i vajk...e da nakon ča nismo šli (samovoljno) na praksu odlučili smo poć na onu pravu praksu u mile….tamo je bilo okay… malo smo pili i igrali biljar kao kokošari i onda san ša ća u jenu i pol na vlak….za mene počinje škola još ne počinje...većina njima počinje u osmen misecu....a ma ku je tako laglje neka je...
Eko novo lito je tu…
…pa san odluči napisat prvi post u ten litu….inače….neznan ča da napišen….na dočeku san bia u kavani….neko vrime dokle me nisu hitili van jer san ispa kriv da san razbi tamo neki stol i ča ti ja znan ča…a ja nisan bia uopće kriv…anyway....ma uglavnon meni je bilo dosadno….a vajk je dosano u ten Pazinu….ma i ni toliko loše nu….ali moglo bi i puno bolje…..još malo pa će škola….neznan ča da napišen jer san sva u klincu i mega breče….kad buden ima kakovu ideju ću ča napisat ma niki na ten blog servisu nima nič pametno za napisat…jedino Marečo (vepar na dvi noge) piše dubokoumne postove….jebigha tip se je ufura u svit pametnjakovića …..ma niš za mačkare ne znan di da gren….stary i stara greju najbrže s Borućanima,a ja neznan…ku mi se bude dalo ma teško ku me ki nagovori….neki govoriju da samo razbijaju….ma meni je jušto svejedno vero neka ja….nish to je to…marečo je ima rockas u subotu ma me nisu pustili pa san čera bia u artu..ja i Ive (the man)..tamo je vajk sve isto…i to van je to kokošari od mojega prwega posta u ten litu…..neznan ča da pišen..ku ima ki kakovu ideju neka reče ku ne nerabi….ovo lito će bit isto kao i ovo staro…sranja i samo sranja…..forši će i bit ča….ma jušto me briga………neznan zač ali jedva čekan da počne škola....izgleda da san malo skrenu..
..ma nič čudno...s kim si takav si...hehe...
