počelo je kotrljat prema naprid :) <<<
ah,.,
jučer je bila sFirka u prowidurowoj pelis (palachi),., sviradu DUBIOZA KOLEKTIV i DJEČACI.
Bilo je preKEWL.
Daklem.. Dubioza Kolektiv bi se definirala kao mješavina dub-a, reggaea, hc-a i bosanskih etno motiva. Pod tim naziwom djeluju od 2003.god. Tko hoće znat neshto vishe o njima nek se spuste do mojih linkova i odu na their sajt. u sFakom sl00čaju prejebeni su i ko muzičari i ko piplowi.
DJEČACI-.- daklem-.- splitsko zagrebačka hip hop group, , osnovana 2005e, izdali su jedan album dosad koji ima ful kul riči i ritam. ludi su ka kupus i tako to. isto-.-ako želie znat nešto više o njima odite u linkowe-ehea.,.
next..
u petak je bila trance (malo i reggae i etno) slušaonica i bilo je super onako bacat se sa onim svim našmrkanim i nabonboniranim frikovima ihihi<<<<<<<<< kewl
neznam što da napišem , sfe je po starom i tako to
prehladila sam se ka manijak, grlo me boli, nemogu disat i tako bla bla bla
oh well
::::e da popila sam jucher PRfI MAKIJATO U ŽIfOTU ihihi ne ljepo
pijte pušite plešite bi kewl
mah mah
moraš imat.. kaju hihi
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ja sam (skoro) punoljetno djevojche,
raschupane narandjaste kosice,
punog trbuschica koji se treska uz ritmove
rocka, reggaea,ska, and sveeeeega vac groovy,
prijateljica životinja ,
crtanje--pisanje--mejkin stafs-..--budizam..
big dreamer ..
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nakon fju jirz ludiranja sa mojom najdražom kujom mikijem , naj izlazak mi je č i l a nj e do kasno u noch sa
maj direst piplovima ...........,
aj lajk miting nju ljudove-.-.- *.*
pesimistično-optimistična..
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....zd aj aj ..
njet bad piplove
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COLDPLAY--**Gold In Them Hills**
I know it doesn't seem that way
But maybe it's the perfect day
Even though the bills are piling
And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling
But if we'd only open our eyes
We'd see the blessings in disguise
That all the rain clouds are fountains
Though our troubles seem like mountains
There's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose heart
Give the day a chance to start
Every now and then life says
Where do you think you're going so fast
We're apt to think it cruel but sometimes
It's a case of cruel to be kind
And if we'd get up off our knees
Why then we'd see the forest for the trees
And we'd see the new sun rising
Over the hills on the horizon
There's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose faith
Give the world a chance to say...
A word or two, my friend
There's no telling how the day might end
And we'll never know until we see
That there's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose heart
Give the day a chance to start
There's gold in them hills...
There's gold in them hills...
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CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL---Cotton fields
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home...
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*MELISSA*
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin fun,
But back home hell always run
To sweet melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the gypsys name
No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet melissa... mmm...
Again the mornings come,
Again hes on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (lord, lord)
Will you hide the dead mans ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
Or will his spirit roll away?
But I know that he wont stay without melissa.
Yes I know that he wont stay without melissa...