Rainy night in Soho



Rainy night in Soho

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into heaven
And some of them fell into hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows
And you told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Those little girls and boys

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head

I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams

The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure most people survive it but the heart is never quite the same, there's always a scar which is meant I guess to remind you that even for a little while someone made your heart beat faster. That's the scar you can live with proudly all the days of your life (iz 'Oza')

Kad bi naše prijateljstvo ovisilo o vremenu i prostoru, onda bismo, svladavši vrijeme i prostor, upropastili i naše bratstvo! Svladamo li prostor, ostaje nam samo OVDJE. Svladamo li vrijeme, ostaje nam samo SADA. Zar ne misliš da ćemo se na tom putu, između Sada i Ovdje, ipak povremeno susretati?

"I always tell the girls, never take it seriously. If you never take it seriously, you never get hurt. If you never get hurt, you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit your friends." (iz 'Almost Famous')


“... nikada nisam volio svijet, niti je svijet volio mene. Nikada nisam našao prave riječi, ali možda ipak postoje riječi koje znače ono što kazuju, nade koje nisu zabludne, vrline koje nisu gluma, ali one nisu to što rukovodi ljudskim životima i ne nalaze se često... ”

BYRON, Putovanja Childea Harolda

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
Greatest English dramatist & poet (1564 - 1616)




Pippins song

Home is behind, the world ahead
and there are many paths to tread
From shadow to the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow,
Cloud and shade,
All shall fade ... all shall fade ...

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