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blogeri I like:
oceanstar - mislim da je vrijeme da krenem dalje i prebolim ovaj blog.. ali... još samo malo ;))))
eviltwin - jer ima odličan ukus u glazbi i jer je prekrasna osoba... osobe... hm...
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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tmurno jutro.
prespavala sam prvo predavanje tako da sam pijem kavu doma i čekam podne i pol da krenem na drugo. neda mi se.
na radiu sam čula jetovu - look what you've done.
prekrasna mi je pjesma. ništa novo, al volim takve stvari.
pjesme koje me natjeraju da reagiram. bilo kako.
muzika. volim je. i vjerujem, da danas, koliko toliko slušam dobru muziku.
al nisam uvijek.
sa sedam- osam godina sam slušala guns'n'roses. ne svojim izborom, nego zbog starijeg susjeda. ako sam se htjela s njim družit trebala sam slušat gunse. a šta sam ja kužila onda, sa svojih sedam? pa sam ih slušala..
u svemu tome ne spominjem vrtičke pjesmice i tajči. pa ko to nije slušao??!
u višim razredima osnovne sam imala tri najbolja benda.. pogađate?? slušala sam sve što vole mladi ;))) i to backstreet boys, spice girls i the kelly family.. hehe (probajte vi u šestom osnovne bit drugačiji i ne priklonit se okolini!). da, da, znam šta sad mislite i vidim vaše podsmjehe s druge strane ekrana!
bez brige, svjesna sam svojih kikseva!
kasnije sam iz svoje grupice izbacila backstreet boyse (jer to više nitko nije slušao, nisu više bili in) i ubacila no doubt. jer sam u to vrijeme znala samo jednu njihovu pjesmu, a koju nego don't speak.. šta da vam kažem, njih znam poslušat i danas, ok su mi. danas znam više od jedne njihove pjesme.
u prvom srednje (ne, spice girls i the kelly family se nisu vukli do prvog srednje) sam upoznala jednog dečka, zaljubila sam se. on je slušao bon jovia. i ja sam ga slušala. stvarno sam voljela bon jovia. bio je sexy (još je!), imao je sexy glas, a ja sam bila pravi mali zaluđeni fan. do drugog srednje. iako još imam sve bon jovieve albume i još ih znam poslušat.
u drugom srednje sam se opet vratila gunsima i otkrila placebo! to je bila prekretnica mog ukusa u glazbi. koliko smo ja i matterial sati potrošile na obožavanje briana molka i benda mu.to je bilo bolesno.. pravi fanatizam!
početkom trećeg sam upoznala insomu, koji je vjerojatno svjestan toga da je pokrenuo moju glazbenu revoluciju i da me glazbeno dalje odgajao! ;)))
otkrio mi je manic street preachers , radiohead (kojeg sam mrzila do tad) i ine britanske bendove, kao i bend u kojem svira the orange strips, na čemu sam mu veoma zahvalna.. di bi ja bila, još gore, šta bi ja slušala da nema njega! ;))) .
osim toga, imam jednu svoju granu na koju nitko nije utjecao, nego sam je sama oblikovala, tipa deep purple, black sabbath, pink floyd.. držim neku ravnotežu između tog starog rocka i modernog britanskog pop rocka i ne znam šta mi je draže!
evo, to je ukratko razvijanje mog ukusa u glazbi, onako ugrubo i sažeto.. nisam napisala puno toga, tipa linkin park, mojih mjesec dana "uživanja" cajki (hehe), razne manje upečatljive girl i boy bendove, domaćice...
a ovo na slici u postu ispod su spiritualized. nitko se nije ni potrudio, a oni koji bi to znali nisu trenutačno na blogu. :((
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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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