Sljezodlak's blog

15.08.2006. 01:01

nazovi kak oćeš

I tako dok je dio ekipe na moru, mi ostali smo prisiljeni prosjedit svoje večeri u Tarkusu, gdje subotom puštaju Tinu Turner, šta ne bi bilo toliko grozno da nije na DVD-u i da konobar ne da prebacit kanal na TV-u koji je i sam cvilio da oće radije gledat Tom&Jerry crtane, nego bakicu od 70 godina koja u minici i šiklama, sa grivom koju samo Kralj Lavova ili Don King mogu poželjet.

Molim vas da posjetite dajsov blog, koji donosi svježe priče koje graniče sa psihodeličnom šizofrenijom.

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Achilles Last Stand


It was an April morning when they told us we should go
As I turn to you, you smiled at me
How could we say no?

With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again

Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole

Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground

Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd

To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
With guidance from the curving path, That churns up into stone

If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.

Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow

Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again

Wandering & wandering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth

The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way (X2)

Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.



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