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Pisati blog ili ne? Čemu sve to?
A što da ne!

btw Siboney je naziv pesme iz soundtracka od 2046. Izvodi je Connie Francis.

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Ne pitajte šta možete učiniti za svoju zemlju, pitajte šta ima za ručak.
Orson Vels

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.
from The Books of Bokonon, Cat's Cradle

I stumbled out of bed
I got ready for the struggle
I smoked a cigarette
And I tightened up my gut
I said this can't be me
Must be my double
And I can't forget, I can't forget
I can't forget but I don't remember what

I'm burning up the road
I'm heading down to Phoenix
I got this old address
Of someone that I knew
It was high and fine and free
Ah, you should have seen us
And I can't forget, I can't forget
I can't forget but I don't remember who

I'll be there today
With a big bouquet of cactus
I got this rig that runs on memories
And I promise, cross my heart,
They'll never catch us
But if they do, just tell them it was me

Yeah I loved you all my life
And that's how I want to end it
The summer's almost gone
The winter's tuning up
Yeah, the summer's gone
But a lot goes on forever
And I can't forget, I can't forget
I can't forget but I don't remember what

Pixies - I Can't Forget
(Leonard Cohen cover)

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Davno je to bilo. Sada je Nađenjka već udata; udali su je, ili je sama pošla - svejedno, za sekretara plemićkog masalnog fonda i sad već ima troje dece. Ono, kako smo ja i ona nekad išli na sankanje i kako je vetar donosio do nje reči "ja vas volim, Nađenjka" nije zaboravljeno; za nju je to sad najsrećnija, najnežnija i najlepša uspomena u životu.
A meni sad, kad sam postao stariji, nije više jasno zašto sam izgovarao one reči, zašto sam se šalio...

Anton Pavlovič Čehov - Šala

03.07.2006., ponedjeljak

I just came to tell you that I'm going
and all your tears won't change anything
as the poet said "and the wind was blowing"
so I just came to tell you that I'm going

you remember the good times and you cry
suffocating your face so pale now the hour is nigh
so it's goodbye forever and I'm sorry to tell you
that I'm going away

yes I loved you once..
hey

Hej, zar je prošlo već 15 godina?

Serge Gainsbourg nije bio među meni poznatim likovima (a koji kao jesu meni poznati?). Nisam ga znao čak ni po onoj pesmi sa uzdisanjem (nisam nešto konstatovao da je njegova). Tek pre par godina, malo pred razvod, moja bivša supruga je dobila jedan njegov cd. Cd se vrteo u kolima te jeseni, a kada je otišla zatekao se kod nje. Prazna kutija je još neko vreme bila kod mene, otišla je i ona, a cd nikad nisam presnimio.

Prošle nedelje sam natrčao na mp3 download (joj ala će ove reči privući google surfere...) jednog tribute diska sa obradama Gainsoburgovih pesama... Skinuh ga ne znajući šta ću zateći... ne prestajem da ga vrtim. Naročito gore citiranu pesmu, peva je Jarvis Cocker.

Tražeći reči nekih pesama, našao sam još tekstova o Seržu Gejnzburu (ova transkripcija imena i menjanje imena po padežima me ubija).

Kakav lik, kakav život!
Kakav lik, kakav život!
Kakav lik, kakav život!

I nenadano, nađoh još jedan zanimljiv tekst, a gle, eto i Carla Bruni! Još jednom konstatujem kako se puno gubi kada slušaš pesme a ne pratiš reči.

La noyée (The drowned woman) (Serge Gainsbourg)
Tu t'en vas á la dérive Sur la riviere du souvenir Et moi, courant sur la rive, Je te crie de revenir Mais, lentement, tu t'éloignes Et dans ta course éperdue, Peu á peu, je te regagne Un peu de terrain perdu. De temps en temps, tu t'enfonces Dans le liquide mouvant Ou bien, frôlant quelques ronces, Tu hésites et tu m'attends En te cachant la figure Dans ta robe retroussée, De peur que ne te défigurent Et la honte et les regrets. Tu n'es plus qu'une pauvre épave, Chienne crevée au fil de l'eau Mais je reste ton esclave Et plonge dans le ruisseau Quand le souvenir s'arrete Et l'océan de l'oubli, Brisant nos coeurs et nos tetes, A jamais, nous réunit.		You drift away On the river of memory, And, running on the bank, I call you back, But slowly, you move away, And in your frantic race, Gradually, I gain A little lost ground on you. From time to time, you sink In the moving liquid, Or, brushing by brambles, You hesitate and wait for me, Hiding your face, In your hiked-up dress For fear that shame and regret > May disfigure you. You're just a pitiful wreck now, A ravaged bitch drifting with the flow, But I remain your slave And dive into the stream. When memory stops, And the ocean of forgetfulness, Breaking our hearts and heads, Unites us forever.

p.s. grrr blogeditor mi pogubio francuske akcente

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