Dakle, red je da (a ako nije onda bi trebao biti) da najprije objasnim ime bloga (o razlozima jednom drugom prilikom ako u medjuvremenu ne odustanem). Stalno mi se dogadja da mi ljudi kazu kako je za mene sve crno-bijelo!! Sta to znaci? Pa ne znam. Valjda da imam jednostavan pogled na zivot(ne situacije). Ne znam da li je to istina a ako i jest sto bi to trebalo znaciti!?? Osim toga, sto je tu lose? To bi onda znacilo da uvijek imam odgovor(e). Ili da ili ne. Ili nekog varas ili ne! Ili je abortus ubojstvo ili ne! Ili si napuh'o 0.00 ili nisi (e ovaj boli...)! Ako ja vec tako gledam na svijet, onda neka mi netko molim lijepo objasni zasto ja NISTA NE RAZUMIJEM!! Zasto sa (prakticki) 14 godina biras sto ces raditi u ZIVOTU? Zasto Ameri najprije stvore BIN LADENA a onda ga ganjaju? Zasto zene i kad misle DA kazu NE ili MOZDA? Pa jebemu sunce, k'o to mene zajebava!?? Crno bijelo? Ne znam bas. Prije bi reko – nijansa smedje sa zerom zute (ponekad i crne)...jednom rjecju – SRANJE! Eto, sad kad sam to istreso iz sebe ('crno-bijelo' spika, ne govno), moram reci da ti isti ljudi kazu (precesto, majku im...) da sam dobar, blag, pristojan, bla, bla... Ali to je vec drugi, tzv.'jebena stranka' problem. O tome drugi put ako Bog (i Hrvati) da. Ovih dana sam puno nesto slusao ovu stvar pa ju eto odma' bacam na blog. Tek da se zna... Pearl Jam - Black Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me, as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Oooo, and all I taught her was everything Oooo, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds of what was everything All the pictures sent all been washed in black ...tattooed everything I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear? And twisted thoughts that spin round my head, I'm spinnin' Oh I'm spinnin', how quick a sun can drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything All the pictures have all been washed in black ...tattooed everything All the love go ne bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be yeaheah Uhuh...uhuh...oooh I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky But why, why, why can't it be...can't it be mine? |
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