am i crazy or what's going on with me??
16.05.2006., utorak
nema inspiracije za naslov ;)
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procitajte ove lyrics. pjesma je predobra. govori u biti o prostitutkama i ljudima koji 'koriste' njihove nocne usluge. kad se malo bolje razmisli, bas su jadni. ne kuzim takve ljude. prodaju se da bi mogli zaradivati. pa zar im ne bi bilo lakse ako vec nemaju srednju, faks, whatever da se potrude i malo po malo rade poslove kao i mi ostali 'smrtnici'. da zive normalnim zivotom, imaju prijatelje,muzeve, decke ali da su sretne, a ne ovako. nekad ih zalim. iskreno stvarno mi ih je zao sto nisu imali toliko mudrosti zakljuciti sta bi im bilo dobro u zivotu. mozda nisu imali druge opcije??! pozdravljam vas :)) Who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong So that she had to roam the streets She dunt do major credit cards I doubt she does receipts It's all not quite legitimate And what a scummy man Just give him half a chance I bet he'll rob you if he can Can see it in his eyes, That he's got a driving ban Amongs some other offences And I've seen him with girls of the night And he told Roxanne to put on her red light It’s all infected but he'll be alright Cause he's a scumbag, don't you know Although you're trying not to listen Overt your eyes and staring at the ground She makes a subtle proposition “Sorry love I'll have to turn you down” He must be up to something What are the chances sure it’s more than likely I've got a feeling in my stomach I start to wonder what his story might be They said it changes when the sun goes down Around here Look here comes a Ford Mondeo Isn't he Mister Inconspicuous? And he don't have to say 'owt She’s in the stance ready to get picked up Bet she's delighted when she sees him Pulling in and giving her the eye Because she must be fucking freezing Scantily clad beneath the clear night sky it doesn't stop in the winter, no Around here |
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The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond
  bla bla.. ne volim dvolicnost..dize mi se kosa od takvih ljudi. ne volim izdaju, nepovjerenje, nekakvo pretvaranje. ne volim dosadu.iako nekad ta frustracija dobro dode. volim trcati na tramvaj. mislim nije da volim,ali to svakodnevno prakticiram. vec mi je postalo uobicajeno :) volim dobru mjuzu. volim sanjati. upoznavati nove ljude..komunicirati..heh putovati.  volim svoju kornjacu. volim citati. volim proucavati ny. znam ga napamet. volim (jako) plesati (joj koji sam ja muskarac bez brkova, znat ce neki na sta se odnosi). volim jesti kruske. sto tvrde to bolje. volim slobodu. volim nista ne raditi. volim lutati. volim ici nikuda. volim se izgubiti, sta god to znacilo..volim voljeti..    I’m only happy when it rains I’m only happy when it’s complicated And though I know you can’t appreciate it I’m only happy when it rains You know I love it when the news is bad And why it feels so good to feel so sad I’m only happy when it rains   I am the passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city’s backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am the passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city’s a rip in the sky And everything looks good tonight    Old pirates, yes, they rob i; Sold I to the merchant ships, Minutes after they took i From the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong By the ’and of the almighty. We forward in this generation Triumphantly. Won’t you help to sing These songs of freedom? - ’cause all I ever have: Redemption songs; Redemption songs. Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy, ’cause none of them can stop the time. How long shall they kill our prophets, While we stand aside and look? ooh! Some say it’s just a part of it: We’ve got to fulfil de book.  |
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