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The Weight

I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
'Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?'
He just grinned and shook my hand, 'No' was all he said

I picked up my bag, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walking side by side
I said 'Hey Carmen, come on, let's go downtown'
She said 'I gotta go but my friend can stick around'

- The Band

Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

- Bob Dylan

Najveća tajna svih vremena!

25.02.2005., petak

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Evo mene opet, u 2005, nakon 4 dana glazbenog putovanja vremenom i prostorom.
Imam mnogo toga za pisati o prethodnih nekoliko dana i imam najbolju volju da sad to sredim u smisleni post.

Ali... Danas me uhvatila viroza. Možda je gripa, ne znam još. Naravno, posjetila me u najbolje moguće vrijeme – prije vikenda!
Dakle, osjećam se za k.....
Zato sad samo u kratkim i nepovezanim rečenicama nastavljam...
Dobih gmail adresu – najbolja stvar u zadnja dva dana (ok, i jedan položen ispit više, al to je bila samo formalnost.).
Naišel sam u večernjem od 21.02. na dva članka vezana uz blog, koja dolje prenosim.
Isplaćen mi je honorar od HRT-a na koji sam čekal tri mjeseca (ovo je već izlizana stvar ali još jedan dokaz da je D.Dvornik u pravu).
I to je tak ogromna količina love da sad ne znam dal bi otišel na foto-safari u Keniju ili bi kupil neki manji auto.

Kad smo već kod HRT-a, stvarno sam se ovih dana zamislil ak postoji ijedna televizija na svijetu koja je u stanju tolko mučiti gledatelje svojim kvazi-zabavnim programom. Možda ima koja u Kazahstanu, al ne bi se kladil u to. Govorim o emisiji posvećenoj njihovom 'najjačem brandu'.
Kao što napomenuh, sad sam pod temperaturom, al ne znam kolko čovjek mora biti lud ili bolestan, da bi SVAKI dan, SVAKIH pola sata, emitiral ono primitivno i uvredljivo za svakog, kak to oni obično vele- 'prosječnog gledatelja'. Ako još nekome nije jasno o čemu se radi, onda budem sad sa gnušanjem natipkal to ime: 'Kome zvoni Dora?'.
Molim, svakog tko ovo čita nek mi veli ak se slaže sa mnom ili sam možda ja samo ipak lud. Tko to gleda? Kome je to zabavno, smiješno? Tko uopće troši telefon glasajući za...? Ono za kaj se već glasa. Natjecanje ili kaj?
Ovim se ispričavam svima koji misle da je to prikladna, zabavna i uzbudljiva emisija, al moje je mišljenje da je spam na internetu mali bijeli miš za ono kaj je 'k.z.d.?' na Tv-u.
Da, i na kraju u vezi toga, da me ne bi krivo shvatili, nije da sam ja mazohist i da se volim kažnjavati gledajući to, ali jednostavno kad svaki put nevino pomislim: 'kaj bi moglo biti na HTV-u' i pritisnem gumb na daljinskom, pojavi se reklama za to sa glasom u pozadini onog na T. ili F., ili se pojavi neki estradnjak koji zvuči ko da sere mramor.

Ustvari sam o ovome namjeraval napisati par riječi:

Ubio se autor knjige “Strah i prijezir u Las Vegasu”

ASPEN - Legendarni novinar i jedan od najboljih američkih književnika 20. stoljeća Hunter Stockton Thompson (67) počinio je prekjučer samoubojstvo propucavši si glavu u svojem domu u Woody Creeku, nedaleko od mondenog američkog skijališta u Aspenu. Tužan kraj posljedica je njegova konstantna života "na rubu", eksperimentiranja s teškim drogama i alkoholom te naginjanja samouništenju.

Rođen 1937. u Kentuckyju, Hunter je od ranih dana imao problema sa zakonom i nadređenima, pa je jednom čak i završio u zatvoru na dva mjeseca. 1956. počinje karijeru sportskog novinara unutar vojne baze u Floridi, odakle je ubrzo izbačen kao - nepodoban. Usporedo s novinarstvom bavio se i pisanjem novela, pa je osvojio čak i Pullitzerovu nagradu. Da bi napisao knjigu "Hells Angels" 1966. o ozloglašenim motoristima neko je vrijeme čak i živio s njima. Huntera se također smatra i ocem web dnevnika, tzv. bloga.

21.02.2005
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Samo bi dodal da toplo preporučam, ako već niste pročitali knjigu, svakak pogledate film 'Strah i prijezir u Las Vegasu.'

I drugi članak:

Neki blogeri završe bez posla, neki u zatvoru

Dva Iranca završila na sudu zbog pisanja blogova
Dokaz da Veliki brat uvijek gleda i da vas Internet ne može spasiti od anonimnosti i kazni zbog iznošenja vlastitog mišljenja, jesu dva nova slučaja suđenja blogerima. Iranci Arash Sigarchi i Mojtaba Saminejad očekuju zatvorsku kaznu zbog onog što su pisali o nedavnim uhićenjima novinara i blogera u njihovoj zemlji.
Blogerska zajednica pozvala je sve koji posjeduju svoj blog da stave natpis "Free Mojtaba and Arash Day" i tako podignu razinu svijesti o tome što se događa u nekim zemljama. Kad bi svi blogeri stavili taj natpis, on bi se na Internetu pojavio nekoliko milijuna puta.

21.02.2005
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Dakle, ak netko misli da bude svijet promijenil na bolje, ak na svoj blog stavi taj natpis - samo naprijed!

E pa, to bi bilo sve od mene za danas. Pozdrav!

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In The Garden

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
In the garden in the garden wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden
The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ
And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain...

- Van Morrison

Field of Diamonds

Field of diamonds in the sky, worlds are whirling right on by.
Are you wondering who am I? Fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some crown?
Or someone’s life sun going down, down, down?
Field of diamonds in the sky, silent beauty shining high.
Are you tears the angels cry? Field of diamonds in the sky

Field of diamonds in the sky, like the night you pass me by.
I could touch you if I tried, fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some crown?
Or someone’s life sun going down, down, down?

Field of diamonds in the sky, silent beauty shining high.
Are you tears the angels cry? Field of diamonds in the sky.

- Johnny Cash

Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

hey charlie i'm pregnant
and living on the 9th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off euclid avenue
and i stopped takin dope
and i quit drinkin whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday night.

and hey charlie i think about you
everytime i pass a fillin station
om account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and i still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
now how do you like that?

hey charlie i almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so i went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone i used to know
was either dead or in prison
so i came back to minneapolis
this time i think i'm gonna stay.

hey charlie i think i'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and i wish i had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
i'd buy me a used car lot
and i wouldn't sell any of em
i'd just drive a different car
every day, dependin on how
i feel

hey charlie for chrissakes
do you want to know the
truth of it?
i don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and i need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and charlie, hey
i'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day

- Tom Waits