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oceanstar - mislim da je vrijeme da krenem dalje i prebolim ovaj blog.. ali... još samo malo ;))))
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menika - sama adresa bloga trebala bi sve reći, ali ako nekome ne govori ništa.. volim ljude koji vole manicse, a i studira mi u susjedstvu, tzv. "domaće govedo", hehe ;)))
Iris
And I’d give up forever to touch you
’cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that i’ll
Ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
’cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight
And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d
Understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t
Coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive
And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d
Understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d
Understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d
Understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
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11.04.2005., ponedjeljak
scream to a sight!!!!!
evo mene napokon. nije me dugo bilo, zbog društvenih događanja i tako hihihi!
ovako, došla sam u svoj lijepi stančič u lovranu, na lijepom brdašcu u jako ugodnom i lijepom neibrhudu! cimerica je, navodno, došla još jučer. kad, stan prazan, soba, ko da u njoj nitko nije spavao... ccc, ostala je ona kod dečka u puli. tako sam ja sama i umirem od dosade. a narod na faksu. a meni se ne ide na faks. nikako! mislim da ni neću danas. al šta da onda radim? joj! ne mogu sama sebe zabavljat cijeli dan!
život više nije ovdje zanimljiv!
poslala sam par neobaveznih mailova, prošvrljala po vašim blogovima i odlučila napisat post, napokon.
oću postat grupie! neću, ali čovjek živi od svojih maštarija, jelda?
postoji jedan dragi mi bend, koji se u globalu složio da im budem privatni grupie, pošto sam im (barem se ja tako volim nazivati) prvi službeni fan. Riječko – labinski bend the orange strips. Jako dobar bend. Vjerujem da bi se svidjeli većini ovdje! Već viđeno na tv-u, hehe!
U zadnje vrijeme ne rade ništa, osim rijetkih svirki, za koje ja čujem prekasno, pa... niš od toga! Volim ih, kao osobe i kao glazbenike. Da nisu iz hrvatske, potali bi novi travis, radiohead i slično. To im ja predviđam. Utemeljena predviđanja, naravno! A pošto smo u lijepoj našoj, a njihove pjesme su na engleskom i ni malo nisu slične severininima, jebiga!
Uglavnom, da ne skrenemo s teme. Ne znam ni dali grupiji još postoje, vjerojatno da, ali sad se to prebacilo na nešto tipa bekstrit bojs. Inače, ste primjetili da svijet pati (kako tko) od nestašice boy bendova? Izumrli, ljudi se opametili ili je to jednstavno postalo aut! Ma nije ni bitno.
Jednom bi, ali samo jednom, izvela striptiz u pravom striptiz klubu, s onim pravim palinom, šipkom ili kako se to već kaže (ne mogu se sad sjetiti riječi). Ni to neću, ali čujte... ;)))
Jednom sam imala neku takvu ponudu. Najozbiljnija ponuda da iskočim iz torte u tangama, na nekoj momačkoj. Samo to. Za 500 jura!
Ali nisam ja takva, pa odjebah situaciju.
Ništa.. evo.
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Driftwood
Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to ocean
Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn
You’re driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
Nobody is an island
Everyone has to go
Pillars turn to butter
Butterflying low
Low is where your heart is
But your heart has to grow
Drifting under bridges
Never with the flow
And you really didn’t think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So, I’m sorry that you turned to driftwood
But you’ve been drifting for a long, long time
Everywhere there’s trouble
Nowhere’s safe to go
Pushes turn to shovel’s
Shovelling the snow
Frozen you have chosen
The path you wish to go
Drifting now forever
And forever more
Until you reach your shore
You’re driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find, you bind, you grind you
And you really didn’t think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I’m sorry that you turned to driftwood
But you’ve been drifting for a long long time
You’ve been drifting for a long long time
You’ve been drifting for a long long
Drifting for a long long time
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