As a spider comes and looks at you like an enemy You Wonder

ponedjeljak, 14.05.2007.

that's just me

Znate onaj osjećaj kad se osjećate sretnim, a opet tako zabrinutim.
I boli vas stomak.
I ne možete normalno funkcionirat, a opet sretni ste.
E, pa nije baš najbolji opis.znam.
Al tako se nekako osjećam.

I zbunjeno.možda.malo.

i iz dana u dan, preobraženja su neminovna. I čudna.
I čudni su neki.nadasve.
I to na vrlo pozitivan način.


I divno je to.

And i hear noises in the darkness.

I što sad.

I ne čujem
sadness
inside me.

Ne više.

Da.



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"Život je priča
koju idiot priča
puna KRIKA i BIJESA
a ne znači NIŠTA"
W.Faulkner


Bright Eyes - Middleman

I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed
The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time
Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise
You will never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight

So I have become the middleman
The gray areas are mine
The in-between, the absentee
Is a beautiful disguise

So I keep my footlights shining bright just like I keep my exits wide
Because I never know when it's time to go, it's too crowded now inside
The dead can hide beneath the ground and the birds can always fly
But the rest of us do what we must in constant compromise

So I have become the middleman
The gray areas are fine
The "I don't know," the "maybe so"
Is the only real reply
It is the only true reply

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We were tight
But it falls apart
As silver turns to blue
Waxing with a candlelight
And burning just for you
Allocate your sentiment
And stick it in a box
I've never been an extrovert
But i'm still breathing



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