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21.06.2006. 22:08

dugo me nije bilo...

da,zapostavila sam blog.. zasto? odgovor na to zna onaj "koji se snasao" naughty.. hehe..
nego, kao prvo da se obratim nekolicini koja je ostavila par komentara.. ljudi, strasni ste.. thumbup
nekako sam u od vrucine sprebijenom moodu pa necu svakom pojedinacno hvale pisati, ali hvala vam
i takoder znajte da susosjecam s vama i onak.. kuzimo se.. hehe.. mah napisala bih jos nesto na
temu koju smo dotakli, ali jednostavno nemam zeluca vise, ali znajte da kuzim i hvala i dodem vam
na blogove... wink a sad evo jedne prigodne za ove paklene dane...


Soundgarden

"Black Hole Sun"

In my eyes, indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black the sky looks dead
call my name through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again

(CHORUS)
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven sent hell away
No one sings like you anymore

(Chorus)

Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear 9 Komentara | Print | # | ^

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Eels - It's a motherfucker

it's a motherfucker
being here without you
thinking 'bout the good times
thinking 'bout the bad
and i won't ever be the same

it's a motherfucker
getting through a sunday
talking to the walls
just me again
but i won't ever be the same
i won't ever be the same

it's a motherfucker
how much i understand
the feeling that you need someone
to take you by the hand
and you won't ever be the same
you won't ever be the same

Zahvale