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Zalutalo vas je (istinabog, tek imam ovo odnedavno, kaj ćeš, samouka sam):
W Las Vegas
Linkovi
redovito čitam
- neutrino
on je za sve kriv
zrinsko pismo
neznalica koji je nestao, šmrc
on mi jako nedostaje. počeo je s jetricama i chiantijem,tam kod matije, ali stao nakon tri, četiri posta.
blini
rahatli
- She's in Parties
Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks
The graveyard scene
The golden years
She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)
Freeze frame screen kiss
Hot heads under silent wigs
Fall guys tumble on the cutting room floor
Look-a-likes fall on the cutting room door
She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)
Learning lines in the rain
Special effects by Loonatik and drinks
Freeze frame, screen kiss, hot heads, lights and power
It's patently obvious
She's in parties
It's in the can (twice)
Hot lines under a rain of drum
Cigarette props in action
Dialogue dub, now heres the rub
She's acting her reaction
She's in parties
It's in the can
ona vuče moje niti
ona čini moje sne
dok ja listam stare novine
ona bježi od dosade
uspjela je da se smiri
odlazi nekud nasamo
a ja maštam zatvorenih očiju
u mislima je pratim
ona vuče moje niti
ona je hladna i daleka
kao gospodar samoće
igra se osjećajima
ona zna da je gledam
odlazi nekud nasamo
a ja maštam zatvorenih očiju
u mislima je pratim
Sunday Afternoons
I sit at home
at my desk alone
as I used to do
on many sunday afternoons
when you came back to me,
your arms ached for me,
and your arms would close me in
though they smelled of other women.
I think of you
on Sunday afternoons.
Your sweet head would bow,
like a child somehow,
down to me -
and your hair and your eyes were wild.
We would embrace on the floor-
You see my back´s still sore.
You knew how easily I bruised,
It´s a soreness I would never lose.
I think of you
on Sunday afternoons.
Erica Jong