Whiskey Lullabye

Na faksu si uredno stvaram sve više neprijatelja. Stvarno se nadam da neću živjeti i raditi u Hrvatskoj jednog dana kad diplomiram (ili magistriram) jer vjerojatno neću uspjeti dobiti dozvolu ni za gradnju kokošinjca.
Uglavnom na našem faksu vlada demokracija ista kao u bivšem SSSR-u, a ja sam sasvim nehotice ispala politički neprijatelj. Žalosno je što se već sad može vidjeti što će jednom u budućnosti postati od nekih ljudi.
No pokušavam se ne uzrujavati previše oko toga. Ne treba mi čir na želucu ili aritmija srca. U početku me čitava situacija jako zabavljala, onda me počela uzrujavati, a sad me jako žalosti. Možda bih se trebala više primiti učenja, a manje politike.
Kad smo već kod učenja, ovaj semestar mi je do sada vjerojatno najuspješniji. Barem više sjedim u predavaonicama, a manje na kavi.

Prije nekoliko mjeseci našla sam jednu pjesmu (kliknite) na netu koju nikako ne mogu prestat slušati. Uostalom, uvijek sam voljela country. A i Allison Kraus ima prekrasan glas.
A što se riječi tiče, ja ne shvaćam zašto bi netko radije upropastio sebi čitav život nego li oprostio. Pa život je vrlo vjerojatno samo jedan, zar je ponos vrijedan njegovog uništenja?



She put the man, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette.
She broke his heart: He spent his whole life trying to forget.
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time,
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night:
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said: "I'll love her till I die."
And when we buried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullabye.
La la la la la la la

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself.
For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath.
She finally drank her pain away, a little at a time,
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind.

Until the night:
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away his memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees.
We found her with her face down in the pillow,
Clinging to his picture for dear life.
We laid her next to him beneath the willow,
While the angels sang a whiskey lullabye.
La la la la la la la