Marketing
siromasni mali slikar
koji nema pokaz
ni para
i gladan je bio cijeli dan
..........
nikad necu biti supermen i nikad necu spasiti svijet,od dobra zla....bilocega...ma nisam u depresiji
samo eto
nikad necu spasiti svijet,jer ja nisam mehanicna,nisam terminator,ja sam samo mali slikar koji se igra bojicama.
i boluje od nesanice.
i stalno gubi stvari,osobito novcanike i pokaze...
This Picture- placebo (sad bi mi bio dovoljan..)
I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put my friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Can't stop growing old...
-ovo je moja škrabotina...i nije slon...ovo je moje vidjenje trenutka kad sam sama izasla u 6.mjesecu iz dubrovacke ulice na stradun nakon repeticija...sjetila sam se toga u kaficu u 7mjesecu u biogradu,i nacrtala...crnorizla°°°
Post je objavljen 07.11.2005. u 22:58 sati.