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So, so you think you can tell, Heaven from Hell?

10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
big strong people unwilling to give
small in vision and perspective
one in five kids below the poverty line
one population runnin' out of time


Malo sam citala stihove Bad Religiona. Ovo sto sam podebljala u textu (up) bas mi je dotaknulo srce. "Big strong people unwilling to give"- istina. Ja naprosto ne mogu vjerovati u kojem to svijetu zivim. Ljudi koji imaju previse toliko su sebicni, pohlepni; a s druge strane ljudi koji nemaju pate i gladuju no ipak ne zele milostinju. Ego.Ne shvacam takve ljude; i nikada necu shvatiti. "Novac pokrece svijet" - tuzno ali istinito.


Joj, razmisljala sam kako bi izgledala moja ljubavna prica.
Moja najsavrsenija ljubavna prica bi izgledala ovako:


Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And It’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold.

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

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Post je objavljen 09.01.2005. u 19:15 sati.