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Imam 17 godina i namjeravam biciklom proputovati kopneni dio svijeta; prokrijumčariti hrpu kondoma Afrikancima i uvjeriti ih da je to dobar način sprječavanje ADIS-a. ŽELIM UNIŠTITI CRKVU. Želim se isključiti SF-kluba prije devetnaeste. Opsjednuta sam križaljkama, knjigama, duhanom i bijelim prahom, ovaj, kavom. Obožavam pirate i neodgovorne volontere.
Mrzim cajke i narodnjake, naravno. Zakon su mi: PANKIJA I ROKIJA. Psihodelija također, dakako.

THE CLASHToliko znam o njima, da ne znam što pametno da napišem.


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Patti SMith


Perverznjaci,luđaci na 2


LEGENDE


LIBERTINES(zaboravih, eddy)

CLASH:Stay free
We met when we were in school
Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools
The teacher says we're dumb
We're only having fun
We piss on everyone
In the classroom

When we got thrown out I left without much fuss
An' weekends we'd go dancing
Down streatham on the bus
You always made me laugh

Got me in bad fights
Play me pool all night
Smokin' menthol

I practised daily in my room
You were down the crown planning your next move
Go on a nicking spree
Hit the wrong guy
Each of you get three
Years in brixton

I did my very best to write
How was butlins?
Were the screws too tight?
When you lot get out
Were gonna hit the town
We'll burn it fuckin' down
To a cinder

Cos years have passed and things have changed
And I move anyway I wanna go
I'll never forget the feeling I got
When I heard that you'd got home
An' I'll never forget the smile on my face
'cos I knew where you would be
An' if you're in the crown tonight
Have a drink on me
But go easy...step lightly...stay free


RAMONES:My back pages
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

STRANGLERS: Five minutes
I Need A Dream Where I Can Live What I Said
I Need A Place Where I Can Put My Head
I Need A Whole Where I'll Find Darkness Now
And If You Hassle Me Mister I Might Just
Loose My Head

Five Minutes And You're Almost There
Five Minutes And You're Almost Dead
Five Minutes And You're Almost There
Five Minutes And You're Almost Dead

They Came On A Saturday Night
They Killed His Cat And They Raped His Wife
And In Their Eyes There Was Fear And Hate
And When They Spoke They Spoke With Knives

Five Minutes And You're Almost There
Five Minutes And You're Almost Dead
Five Minutes And You're Almost There
Five Minutes And You're Almost Dead

Some Say That I Should Hate Them All
But I Say That Wouldn't Help At All
I Just Wanna Find Those Guys That's All
I Just Wanna Find Those Guys That's All
That's All That's All

Five Minutes And You're Almost There
Five Minutes And You're Almost Dead
Five Minutes And You're Almost There
Five Minutes And You're Almost Dead

The Night Time Comes And The Streets They Ring
With The Fears Of A Thousand Things
But If You Worry About Your Ports Of Call
You'll Never Get Nothing Done At All

Five Minutes And You're Almost There
Five Minutes And You're Almost Dead
Five Minutes And You're Almost There
Five Minutes And You're Almost Dead

Some Say That I Should Hate Them All
But I Say That Wouldn't Help At All
I Just Wanna Find Those Guys That's All
I Just Wanna Find Those Guys That's All
I Just Wanna Find Those Guys That's All
That's All



Jam : Town Called Malice
You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life
cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
'cos those rosey days are few
And stop apologising for the things you've never done
'cos time is short and life is cruel, but it's up to us to change
This town called malice.

Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere, just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings, lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will, but I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.