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POŠTAR LAKOG SNA - PIPS CHIPS & VIDEOCLIPS
On je čuvar vremena
jahač morskih valova
kao poštar lakog sna
on u snove dosurfa

kada oči zaklopiš
ti se njemu pomoliš
da ti fura anđele srebrne
kroz sve tvoje močvare
i rub
tada znaš
da je fajrunt
mjesec je
plavi grejpfrut
zibam te
ko malu bebu
samo tebi svira bend na nebu

ja sam vlasnik cirkusa
u kojem sjedim samo ja
i samo katkad mahnem mu iz šatora
da mi snove pokrpa
kada oči zaklopiš
ti se njemu pomoliš
da ti fura anđele srebrne
kroz sve tvoje močvare
i rub...


WHERE DO BAD FOLKS GO WHEN THEY DIE?- NIRVANA
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July

I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July

Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them againtill the fourth of july



RUN TO THE HILLS- IRON MAIDEN
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes killed our creed
He took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children are cowards attack

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills, run for your lives


CAN I PLAY WITH MADNESS? - IRON MAIDEN
Can I play with madness?

Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I'm free
Give me a sense of wonder
To know I can be me
Give me the strength to hold my head up
Spit back in their face
Don't need no key to unlock this door
Gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place

[Chorus]
Can I play with madness?
The prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness?
There's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness?
The prophet looked at me and laughed at me (ha ha) He said:
Can I play with madness?
He said you're blind, too blind to see

Said you're too blind to see

I screamed aloud to the old man
I said don't lie, don't say you don't know
I say you'll pay for this mischief
In this world or the next
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance
And the hellfires raged in his eyes
He said you wanna know the truth son?
Lord, I'll tell you the truth
Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire

[Chorus]

Listen to me, said the prophet

[Chorus]

Can I play with madness?


FUEL - METALLICA
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh

Yeah
Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red

Running across through black and white
War horse
War head
Fuck 'em, man
White knuckle tight
Through black and white

Oh, I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean

Oh, and I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

So gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire

Hey

Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out hope
Burn your face upon the chrome

Yeah, oh yeah

Take the corner, going to crash
Headlights
Headlines
Another junkie, who lives too fast

Yeah
Lives way too fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
Oh

Oh, I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean

Oh, and I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

So gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh yeah

(James mumbles something)

Oh
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
My desire

Oh, I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean

And I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh

On I burn

SO WHAT - METALLICA
So fucking what!

Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
And I've been here, I've been there
I've been every fucking where
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you

Well, I've fucked the queen, I've fucked Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what, so what
And I've fucked a sheep, I've fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you

And I've drunk that, I've drunk this
I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what
I've had skag, I've had speed
I've jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

A-hahaha!

Yeah!

I've had crabs, I've had lice
I've had the clap and that ain't nice
So what, so what
I've fucked this, I've fucked that
I've even fucked a school girl's twat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

So fucking what!
Yeah