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potaknuta jednim blogom na kojeg sam naisla slucajno,o knjizi 100 poteza četkom prije spavanja, mislim da cu pisat svoje misli tu, kako ih nikada ne bi izgubila. ovo ce biti oda zivotu, smrti i svemu sto se nalazi izmedu - sreci, tuzi, ljubomori, mrznji, divljenju, suzama, skakutanju, uzivanju u zivotu, drogama i alkoholu. neka vrsta dnevnika koji necu bas uvijek imati uz sebe, otvoren je ljudima... ali je tu. i biti ce tu, da nikada ne zaboravim nista.
melissa kriticarka
KONCERTI
2007.
25.1. In memoriam EKV - Krug(Bg) , Kset --- 50/60 kn
27.1. Rock masters (LZ Tribute), Boogaloo --- 30kn
9.2. Drti dencing Najluđi 80's party u gradu.dj David Hasselhoff, Mocvara --- 15/20 kn
17.2. Krematorij, Mocvara --- 25 kn
3.3. Tribjut mejdenima, Lostful words, Zadar, klub maya
18.3. Majke, Tvornica --- 100 KN (MOJA MAJKA OSVOJILA KARTE PREKO 101 RADIA)
23.3. Manowar, Rhapsody, Hollyhell, Munich --- 52,5 eura + osiguranje 8 eura + 450 kn prijevoz (pitaj bishopa na cmaru)
24.3. Nenormalni Balasevic(Bg), Boogaloo --- 50 kn
31.3 Doors experience , Boogaloo --- 40 kn
25.5 Nanowar, Zagreb, Mocvara --- 25 kn - jako dobri dečki na koncertu...
7.6. Dream Theater, Dominici, Dom sportova, Zagreb --- 200kn/220 kn (eventim)
4.7. Heaven And Hell (Black Sabbath's days with Dio), Budimpesta --- 32.60 eura, 250-280 kn prijevoz
13.7. Robert Plant & The Strange Sensations, Prokurative, Split - 230/250 Kn
20.7 The Rolling Stones, Stadion Ferenca Puškaša, Budimpešta --- 800 kn (ulaznica stajace + prijevoz urban travel)
28.9. Neki novi klinci, Londoner - 15 kn
20.11. Sonata Arctica, Ride the sky, Epica - Budimpesta, Petöfi Hall --- 500 kn
10.12. Therion, Tvornica - 160kn/180kn
19.12. Željko+Mladen+Alen, Dom sportova - 100kn
2008.
23.1. 1 hit wonder, Kset
2.2. EKV tribjut, Kset - 60/70 kn
Boogaloo 80.te - 20 kn
9.2. Skroz over, Time
Bob Marley tribjut, Boogaloo
1.3. Kset kafe,N.rodjendan
15.3. Brucosijada Fera, sve besplatno,i dobila majcu
26.4. Prorok, Kuglas
28.4. 9 zivota, Danguba
2.5. Zajecarska gitarijada
4.5. Irish Stew, 9 zivota, Ekv tribjut --- Kst,Bg
17.5. Noc muzeja --- 250 dn
20.5. 9 zivota, Zica
9.6. Mark Knopfler, Dvorana doma Sportova
FESTIVALI
Drava fest
22.6. Scorpions, The cult,
KNJIGE
napuklo srce
sun tzu - umijece ratovanja
antony horowitz - stormbreaker
judy blue - zauvijek zauvijek
melissa p. - sto poteza
tolkien - roverandom
ALKOHOL :)
čaj+rum/amaro/vino
mlijeko+kruskovac
kava+šljiva/amareto/jd/irski/škotski viski
blog.nije da mi treba link al aj neka ga mater mu
neki koje poznajem...
saputnik
avana saljanka
hippie
ivo
lucija
baltazar
matea msn
toncek
nadam se njihovom povratku
drazen
andjela
hrabren
fotoblogovi
rooskie
brunhilda
neki koje ne poznajem
feu
prodo
filmofil,Q-stripa
kao pjesma
my insomnia
emanuele
nadam se njihovom povratku
iva
zena o zenama
blokada razuma
artigula
livada srece
shvati me
enciklopedija nacizma
sara
klistir
purpurno dijete
maske su pale
sharp angel
umjetnik
BALASEVICEVA BANDA
ratnik paorskog srca
kao talas
boza zvani pub
L is for LOVE, baby
O is for ONLY you that I do
V is for loving VIRTUALLY everything that you are
E is for loving almost EVERYTHING that you do
R is for RAPE me
M is for MURDER me
A is for ANSWERING all of my prayers
N is for KNOWING your loverman's going to
be the answer to all of yours
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz theres nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz theres nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Like the naked leads the blind.
I know Im selfish, Im unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
Debelom
Nevolem,nikog, lutko, takva mi je narav
kao ođak star i grav
puno dima je kroz mene proslo.
(...)
Nevolem,kad mi gace udju, di vec udju,
te sto brinu brigu tudju,
kosticu u strudli od visanja.
Nevolem,zatucane, gratis, kravatase,
hipohondre sto se plase,
da dobiju rak od razmisljanja.
(...)
Nevolem,lopuze sto voze tudja kola,
znaju azbuku do pola,
micu usnama dok sricu pejdzer.
I ne samo da ih ne volim nego ih se malo i gadim ...
(...)
Nevolem,sizove i nervne bolesnike,
pre ih pustali za vikend
sad ih puste pravo pred kamere.
Nevolem,sve te lezibejke, da prostite,
prorocice, travestite,
nek mi gospon-dame ne zamere.
(...)
Sta je ovo - solo.Ih, nevolem solo.
Aaa, to je onaj sopran saksofon.
To tek ne volem.
(...)
Al' tebe volem, to je fakat,
ti si mi ljubav jedina,
prodacu onu nasu kucerdu na lakat,
pa nek' je stoput dedina.
Napuklo srce na dve pole,
ljubav je teret pregolem,
cak i to sto te tolko volem - ne volem.
Uh, sto ne volem kad se ovako zavrsi pesma - ko racija.
Sto, bas je logicno.
E sto tu logiku tek volem. Tu si me nas'o...
od moje drage
This love, this love is a strange love
In that it can lift a love, this love
This love,I think I'm gonna fall again
And ever when you held the hand
And turn 'em in your fingers, love
This love, now rehearsed we stay, love
Doesn't know it is love, this love
This love, doesn't have to feel love
Doesn't care to be love
It doesn't mean a thing, this love
This love loves love
It's a strange love, strange love
I'm gonna fall again love
Doesn't mean a thing
Think I'm gonna fall again
jednostavno najbolje sto ostaje u srcu - luki
Iza prozora nemirnog sna
Osjećam njihove sjene
Gledam kako kroz zidove plešu
Kurvini sinovi...
Zatvori gubicu nije vrijedna za narod
Istresi gorčinu do kraja
Na strateškim mjestima njihovi ljudi
Kurvini sinovi...
Lutke od krvi bez trunke ideje
Ubice na cesti
Loša noć, bježim iz grada
Oni dolaze
Kurvini sinovi...
Otišao sam daleko do krajnjih granica
More je uzimalo od neba
Na drugoj strani znaci oluje
Vidio sam kako plaze u tami
Hladna noć pred velike događaje
Ne želim više da se sjećam
Znali su gdje će me naći
Kurvini sinovi...
mojoj dragoj
I feel the wind in my hair
And it's whispering, telling me things
Of the storm that is gathering near
Full of power I'm spreading my wings
After the storm there's a calm
Through the clouds shines a ray of the sun
I am carried from all of my harm
There is no one that I can't outrun
Now I'm leaving my worries behind
Feel the freedom of body and mind
I am starting my journey, I'm drifting away with the wind
I go
I am Hunting High and Low
Diving from the sky above
Looking for, more and more, once again
I'm Hunting High and Low
Sometimes I may win sometimes I'll lose
It's just a game that I play
ne postoji
nešto što ne postoji
nekad se stane
nekad se nastavi
možeš odlučiti
možeš izabrati
kada ćeš krenuti
da li zbog dosade
ili zbog navike
bojiš se na kocku staviti srce
možda se sve dogodi
možda se sve pojavi
samo od sebe
pokreni se, izmjeni se
dok ne pokušaš
nećeš saznati
tko si zapravo ti
pokreni se, izmjeni se
ponekad postaneš
tek kada ostaneš
ponekad nestaneš
tek kada prestaneš
možeš odlučiti
koliko ćeš se mučiti
na jednom mjestu
Puno pijem
Dok ležim u sobi sam
Moje ljubavi više nema
I ne želim da svane dan
Ne želim sunce
Nek traje ovaj mrak
Jedna zvijezda kao da pjeva
To meni moja draga šalje znak
Ne želim više biti tu
Poljubit ću ponovo svoju dragu
Ili u raju ili u paklu
Ja sam ono čega nema
Ja sam ono što ti se sprema
Ja sam sudbina koja se ruga
Ja sam podli đavolji sluga
Ja sam istina koja je glupost
Ja sam neizdrživa glad
Ja sam bio nekad, ja sam sad
Ja sam situacija teška
Ja sam velika greška
Ja sam istina koja je glupost
Ja sam od milion godina tuga
Ja sam na kraju devetog kruga
Ja sam razapet pas, ja sam ludost
Ja sam budućnost
Da li ti se sviđam
Uvijek budi tu
Ne mogu bez tebe
Hajde gurni me
Volim tebe
Volim sve te jake stvari
Ti si divlja
Ti si uvijek
Ti si zauvijek
jednom seljaku
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
NEKE PAMETNE
there are no shortcuts to any place worth going. the glory is not in never falling, but in raising every time you fall. the best way out is trough. the only limits are always those of vision. if you do something but there's a better way to do it...find that way. your own self is the only corner of the universe you can improve. everything comes to him who hustles while he waits. nothing is perfect from every point of view. there is so much in this world for us all of we only have the eyes to see it. the strongest person in the world is the person who stands alone. each problem has in it an opprtunaty so powerful that it dwarfs the problem. the greatest succes stories were created by people who recognised a problem and turned it into an apportunity. is the power of endurance weakens with age, the urgency of the pursuit grows more intense. in the field of observation, chance favours only the prepared mind. take time to laugh - it is the music of the soul. the most wasted of all days is the day one did not laugh. you may be disapponted if you fail, but you are doomed if you don't try at all. you can long to accomplish great things and noble tasks, but it is your chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble. some day we shall harness the energies of love, then for a second time in history of the world, we will have discovered fire. in research the horizon recedes as we advance. we must choose whether to be rich in things or in freedom to use them.
Christian
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. my heart aches completly every hour every day. only when i'm with you the pain goes away.
Satine
i can't fall in love with enyone
Thor Heyerdahl
Nikad nisam razumio značenje vremena. Ne vjerujem da ono uopce postoji.
Taj me osjećaj uvijek ponovo obuzme kad sam daleko u prirodi. Tada
vrijeme prestaje postojati, a i budućnost i prošlost.
Vincent van Gogh
Nisam pustolov zbog toga što sam tako izabrao nego jer je tako izabrala
moja sudbina
Mozda se u neko idilicno vrijeme djeca nisu ubijala - kada pomislimo na to,postajemo nostalgicni za stvarima koje nikada nismo vidjeli, vremenima u kojima nikada nismo zivjeli...
Forest gump
neznam da li imamo sudbinu ili slucajno plovimo na povjetarcu zivota. mozda je i jedno i drugo
Tolerancija omogucuje ljudima da zive i pored onih koji se smatraju nepozeljnima.
J.F.Keneddy
Tolerancija ne znaci pomanjkanje predanosti vlastitim vrijednostima ona znaci neprihvacanje proganjanja i ugnjetavanja drugih.
Emanuel Kant
Po pravnom zakonu covjek je kriv ako krsi pravila protiv drugih ljudi. po etickim pravilima, on je kriv vec ako pomisli da bi to mogao uciniti.
Anatole France
Da bismo postigli nešto veliko, ne smijemo samo djelovati, nego i sanjati, ne samo planirati, nego i vjerovati.
Coco Chanel
Na lijepo odjevenoj zeni primjecujemo odjecu. Na ruzno odjevenoj zeni - zenu.
You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same.
You asked 'What's wrong?' I smiled and said 'Nothing', but than I turned my back on you and whispered to myself 'Everything...'
You don't need to be thin to be beautiful, or good looking to be pretty...
True friend are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossibile to forget.
It's funny how someone can break your heart, and you still love them with all the little pieces.
I love you. Not for who you are, but for who I am when I'm by your side.
Friendship is not a big thing. It's a million little things.
Everyone is going to hurt you sooner or later. You just have to decide whose worth the pain.
Best friend is the one who can see you with the biggest smile on your fice and still know something's wrong.
Svi su ljudi usamljeni dok ne nadju nekoga tko ce im pomoci razbiti tu usamljenost.
What do you do when the person that make you stop crying is the person that made you cry?
When I first saw you, I was affraid to meet you. When I first met you, I was affraid to kiss you. When I first kissed you, I was affraid to love you. Now that I love you, I'm affraid to lose you...
Tears are words that heart can't say.
There are many tipes of ships. Like wooden ships,than plastic ships, metal ships. But the best and most important type od ships is friendship...
The best things in life are unseen. That's why we close our eyes when we cry, dream, kiss...
What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us...
I may not be the4 perfect girl. I am aware of my flaws. I know I'm impatient, I let things get to me, I jump to conclusions, and I am unpleasent to be around most of the time. But when I'm with you baby, I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. You make me realize, everyone has a different perfect. and it just so happenes, my perfect is you...
Find a guy who calles you 'beautiful' instead of 'hot', who calls you back when you hang up on him, who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off the world even when you're in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends or says 'That's here...', who thinks you're just as pretty without the make up, one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares, and loves being with you, and how he is the luckiest guy in the world to have you.
Trough it all, the nights that lasted forever and the days that went by so slowly, the crazy times that we will replay in our heads as our best over, all the boys that we've kisse and the boys that broke our hearts with the promisses they never kept, the alcohol that we drank of the drugs we took when everything seemed to go wrong, the other girls that hated us and lived the live we never had. You were there. And i love you for that.
Every girl wants to meet a guy that she can go to in her sweats, hair a mess, make up running down her face, eyes red for crying and the first thing he says to her is 'You are beautiful' and means it...
Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights and all our jokes, I fell in love.
When people say 'You've changed' it's only because you've stopped living life their way.
Friendship isn't about who you've known the longest, it's about who came and never left your side.
Živi za danas jer jucer je proslost,a sutra mozda neces dozivjeti.
pala su nova tri.
hvala na pitanju,ne necu prominit misljenje
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djevojka,malo muskobanjasta,malo hiperaktivna,vrteci koljenima stoji na mistu i pusi cigaretu.smisna je,ima roze marte,crni kaput, i na glavu crnu kapu sa nekin bilin tockicama,crticama i sta ja znam. smijesi se. ceka nekoga.
covik koji je izasao iz zgrade ju pogleda.zakorakne i stane
jesu ovo vasi duvani,a gospodicna? gleda ju ravno u oci par sekundi zeljno iscekujuci odgovor, i premjestajuci se s noge na nogu,sto mu tesko ide jer mu je otvor starog smedeg filcanog kaputa premali.
nisu...nisu.dosad nisu bili...sad jesu...
izasla je. i ova joj sesva sritna pohvalila.jeeeeeeeeeeej.duvani,17 bijelih super lights ronhila iz bosne i upaljac...
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nova tri.kao nikada dosad
hi men ima moc
iako si je odsika prstic na masinu za klanje kruva i salame.
a jebiga
dogada se i najboljima
nije li slatka krv kad tece,njeno crvenilo koje doziva, toplina koja drazi na jos...
mrzim kada me neke rijeci diraju srce.kada osjetim,da,to sam bas ja htjela reci.ali nemoze.ne diraj.netko je to vec rekao.jebiga,stara, prosla baba s kolacima.
mrzim kada moje rijeci rastuzuju druge.zato i nikone ne pricam o tome,brzo dodje taj talas i znam da cu da potonem...ne mogu ljude opterecivat svojim sranjima...
mrzim kada mi pobjegne trenutak.cijeli zivot provodimo brinuci se za to gdje odlaze nasi trenutci,nase prosle ljubavi,nasi ivoti,usponi i padovi.jer su imali toliki utisak da je bolna pomisao da je bas jedan od tih trenutaka,za koji nikada ne bi ni pomislili da je, bio onaj trenutak koji moze promjeniti sve.pardon,ne sve.nesto.jedan mali dio.meni su dva od takvih trenutaka bili jucer prvo kada je jedna osoba na moje pitanje da li me uopce dozivljava odgovorila samo hladnim ne i nastavila pricat o marendi za sutra, i drugi kada je jedna osoba dosla do mene,zagrlila me i poljubila u celo,i onda sidila sa menon po ure i gledala ukompjuter,a onda sidila samnom uru i po i gledala u ponoc i nesto jeza kako sece priko trave...ne postoji jedan sudbonosni trenutak tokom zivota.postoje samo dva.zivot i smrt.na sve ostale utjecemo mi ili drugi ljudi,pa samim time nisu nam sudjeni da promjene sve
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scena druga:
internet sere...jesi primia poruku?
ne
ok.iden malo vanka plakat(pere me ona sracka sa starin...)malo pustit krv...os bit tu za uru?
biraš.. ideš van puštat krv i plakat i čut ćeš se tek sutra samnom ostaješ i razgovaraš samnom, ja kažem volim te.. ti mi vratiš... osmjeh se vraća... ako ne ne želim te spriječavat
po ure?
u 11 idem u krevet...oću se naspavat
onda se vidimo sutra.u 9....ionako te ne zelim opterecivat tim sranjima
ako misliš da je to opterečivanje varaš se... meni je drago što mogu s tobom tako razgovarat... da imaš nekoga uz sebe... mrzim kad si sama i nema nikoga da te zagrli...
nema veze.navikla,jel.srce,odi spavat.a i pale je tu!!nemas beda,ne?
ne da nema beda neg nemrem gledat
:D
pusam te i laka noc.vodit cu tigra sa sobom da se prosece malo
e da.... nemoj mu dat da skače pod tramvaj... pizda to voli radit...nije mu dosta to kaj sam mu rep zbog toga iščupo kad me raspizdio
hi men ima moc.e da.hi men si je odrizala nokat na moju masinu za klanje kruva i salame. dakle...hi men je ima prst,a sad ga nema.al i dalje ima moc...u biti nokat i malo prsta.ali to je relativno...i onda san uspila staroj provalit i popusila je da san 2 deci loze utrosila na hi menov prst.aaaaaaaaa neukost divna
smotanost... to je to kad se podcjenjuje hi-menova moć
oces se uclanit u himen tim?primamo clanove do prvih 5 nemoraju placat.ali to nije sve!!dobijate i palice. i plus sta dobivate masinu za klanje kruva i salame i palin nokat (dio nokta,ali sta sad,necemo bit pizde pa cjepidlacit.ipak je ona himen pa to vridi ka autogram)
može.jesam in?
uiiiiiiiii... ofkors.mi smo poslovni ljudi.a i hi men te cak osobno pozva.sad ti moran lizat cipele od toga kolko si pocascen...vusssssssss
aha...šteta cipela
dabog da ti mater prdnila na roditeljskom
dabog da ti brat doživio srčani udar kad mu se pojavi plavi ekran
da bar...uh,di san ja te srece. mislin da ne bi taka wow ni kompjuter nikad vise
misliš?
ugl....idi spavaj dijete moje najdraze
neću.... kmeeeee
cekat me?
sutra ujutro siđi stanicu prije i dođi kroz park da se ne bi ponovilo ono s mojim burazom.ja ću ti poslat u 8 poruku.dal vrijedi?
dil
dil
(poslala mu je dugu)
pink floyd
hm.ne. hi men!!!!!!!! ima moc iako nema prsta pola
koji prst?
kaziprst
znao sam.desni?
haha palac je
mrš
zbelj
ajde beži vanka inaće ne ću stat razgovarat s tobom kolko te volim
proslo me malo.neznam...necu.nemogu.umor opci
umor od toga... željna mene... sreća
hipo alpe adria bank limac stednja.malo nepodojeno...i ti si moja sreca.iako nisan u biti misla da cu ostat pricat s tebon
takvu te i volim.... kad pričaš.... pogotovo samnom
tesko je borit se s osjecajem da je to moj kriz i da ga ne triba dilit,jer svi imamo neke svoje gluposti s kojima se moramo nosit...i onin sta mi je hi men rekla.da ja nju nisan nikada opterecivala...i da me voli..
ja gledam bukvalno na stvari oko sebe... to me spašava... meditacija također...
ja nemam vise snage ni za cin...do prije godinu dana san mislila da san se oslobodila patnje.al nikad nije postalo bolje.cak mi je zao sto mogu to reci,ali bilo je bolje prije svega sta san priznala...
sad imaš dojam da te ljudi izbjegavaju zbog toga i da ih opterečuješja nisam takva osoba... ja razmišljam o tome... pokušavam bit suosječajan kolko mogu...ali shvaćam da je to tvoje... samo tvoje i da to meni ne pripada i da se ja zbog toga nemoram sekirat
nije uopce tako.gle...uvik su me svi dozivljavali ko veselu osobu.a veselu osobu neces nikada pitat kako je.podrazumjeva se da je vesela.i to je meni pasalo.da me niko ne dira,niko nista ne pita.bila san mirnija.moglasan kolko tolko funkcionirat.radila sam sranja ali nisam bila nepromisljena...sada...uzas.kaos,ne postivan ni sebe ni druge,nit iman morala,postovanja prema jako malo ljudi....
i iden vanka.oprosti.nezelim da budes tuzan,molim e...nasmijesi se.saljen ti poljubac.misli na ono kad smo dilanovac i ja u tebe bili...
sutra u 9.lijepo sanjaj.pusa
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ova da malo razbijem rutinu svojih postova,odajem pocast (meni) jednom od boljih umjetnika...
Juce sam slušao vesti na radiju,
poseban osvrt na pucnjavu u Persiji.
Sve ređe spominju drug' Hamdiju, suviše njih je na veresiji.
Nesreca jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
Na svetskoj berzi laju kerovi,
nek dolar propadne, tu su naše menice.
Ne plaše mene krupni zverovi nego krvopije i stenice.
Nesreca jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
Decu ubijaju na spavanju,
plaši me da se ne podigne vampir cetnicki,
šta vampir zna o iseljavanju, i on sve vidi cisto etnicki.
Nesreca jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
I negde sasvim u dnu novina mala i beznacajna vest,
da jedan peva deset godina,
otpev'o je i on svoje, gotovo, gotovo je!
Juče sam gled'o televiziju,
neshvacen genij, drug Fadilj na teškoj muci je:
ne shvata niko mocnu viziju, ne di`u javne institucije.
Nesreca jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
'Ajmo deco...
U Novom Sadu demonstracije,
poznata priča, i ovde je kriva menza.
Na ulicama mladost nacije,
e sad nam jedino fali još Lech Valensa.
Tuga jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
I negde sasvim u dnu novina mala i beznačajna vest,
da jedan peva deset godina,
otpev'o i on svoje, gotovo, gotovo je!
I negi drug je opet digao glas,
drug nam je ponovo zbog svega dr`'o govor.
Da, on je opet malo vik'o na nas,
do kraja govor je postao isti horor!
Tuga jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
Slucaj tih gradjana je zamršen,
niko im još ne sme reci da štede snagu,
i da je rat nedavno završen i da su Rusi vec na Reichstag-u.
Nesreca jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
La, la, la, la, la... Oleo! La, la, la, la, la, la, la...
jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
Jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma! Blesava!
Jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
Jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
Jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma! Najgora godina!
Jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
Jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
Jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!
Pu, je...
e ovako.
zasto balasevic?jer sam u zadnje vrijeme shvatila koliko mi je drag.koliko je dobar pjevac.koliko je humoristican,dubok,osjecajan.kako mogu slusat njegove pjesme, kojima sam emotivno vezana i osjetit da je predobro znao o cemu govori,jer su to stvari koje se dogadaju svima...a i shvatila sam da ga nisam dugo slusala...
zasto ovaj naslov? svi ljubitelji prethodno spomenutog maestra ce vjerojatno znati da je 1987. odrzao koncert u Zagrebu,na Salati. eeee....tu ja upadam. na tom je koncertu bila moja draga majka (koja bi se ziva ukopala da zna da sam skoro napisala njeno ime na netu jer kao to je javno...) u 2gom mjesecu trudnoce.samnom :). i tako je meni koncert ovaj bio prvi koncert u zivotu. nije lose za prvi koncert... ugl...ova prica se nastavlja cinjenicom da su i moja majka i njen brat biti uzasno ovisni o glazbi (otud moj sluh i ljubav prema umjetnostima svih vrsta...) te da su uz naravno neizostavni strani rock (dylan,doors,eagls,animals,stones,janis,henrix i zeppelin...sjecam se prve pjesme koju sam naucila...imala sam cetiri, ujko me sjeo na koljeno i svaki dan, cijelo ljeto mi svirao animals...house of the rising sun...)malu Mene odgajali uz zvukove maestrovih longplejki i singlica,koje je moja majka od odlaska na studije u zagreb neke davne 1960 i neke kupovala i postom slala mome ujki u ploce nakon sta bi uzicala potpis od gospona maestra...i tako sam mala Ja provodila vrijeme gledajuci (samo gledajuci,jer ploce nije sirao nitko osim moga ujke) te divne kvadrate iz kojeg su se izvlacili crni krugovi s crtama po sebi i rupama u sredini...tako mi fali to djetinjstvo...i dan danas kad ujko dodje mi svira te stare stvari,a ja pjevam...
ugl.odmakla sam od teme.
sreca se povecala kada sam prije par tjedana oko bozica - jer sam kao dovoljno odgovorna... lol...- dobila pristup majcinoj posvemasnoj zbirci knjiga gospona maestra... aaaa...kada nabavim fotic i knjige i ploce biti ce uploadane...
so...moje obecanje sebi je KUPOVINA GRAMOFONA...moze se nazvat malo-zakasnjelom-novogodisnjom-odlukom.kako se volim.a tek kako cu se voljet kad to kupim...aaaaaaaa.
tomislave hvala sto si me podsjetio na to da volim ploce... :)
pero ugrizi se od muke jerbo imam te stvari...
shine on deca draga.ostajte mi zdravo
neznam sto mi je...nesto me drzi vec tjednima...cas sreca cas tuga...kada dodjes cinis se tako jako blizu...cinis se tako toplim, primas me rasirenih ruku...pustas me u svoje srce, u svoju postelju,
da se stisnem uz tebe da te milujem da ti sapucem na uho bisere
i sve se cini kao da nikada nece prestati,kao da ce uvijek bii ovako,kao da nikada necemo odrasti,mijenjati se...
da bar.od prvog dana sam molila za to(iako znas da nisam vjernica). samo molim-da bar ovo ne bude kao sa drugima...i nadam se da nije...
iako sam sretna,sretnija nego ikad,svejedno, u mojoj glavi svira ne volem januar...
Ne volim januar ni bele zimske vragove.
U svakom snegu vidim iste tragove,
tragove malih stopa, broj trideset i ko zna,
kako polako odlaze.
Više ne prolazim ulicom Dositejevom
i nemam pojma kad neko pita gde je to.
Tih dvesta šest koraka dužinom tog sokaka
nikad ja nisam brojao.
Nisam te nikad čuvao,
nisam te nikada mazio, pazio.
Tvoju sam ljubav gazio,
svemu smišljao broj.
Nisam te nikad štedeo
i nisam umeo stati ni ostati.
Šta će od mene postati,
mali anđele moj?
Ne gledam filmove iz ranih sedamdesetih,
dosta je suza i rastanaka nesretnih.
Ko takve stvari snima? Baš čudnog sveta ima,
tako se lako rasplaču.
Nisam te nikad čuvao,
nisam te nikada mazio, pazio.
Tvoju sam ljubav gazio,
svemu smišljao broj.
Nisam te nikad štedeo
i nisam umeo stati ni ostati.
Šta će od mene postati,
mali anđele moj?
Bila je noć, jedna mrkla, kao ova večeras, u ulici Dositejevoj, u Novom Sadu, na Dunavu...
Ja sam dolazio sa jednog mesta gde su svi bili rumeni kao kuvano vino koje su pili i gde su svi mirisali na karanfilić i pevali "Roždestvo tvoje" i još neke druge pesme kojih se ne sećam baš.
Bila je noć i dugo sam stajao pod njenim prozorom ispred kuće broj 7A. Tišina je bila, samo koraci nekih noćnih ptica i lepet krila nekih pravih noćnih ptica.
Ipak ni na trenutak nisam uspeo pod njenim prozorom te noći da je čujem kako diše, kako diše u snu...
molim te cuvaj me.molim te neka budem vrijedna svega...molim te nikada nemoj otici...pruzas mi sve sto dugo nisam imala...volis me...vjerujes da mogu biti dobra...da mogu biti onakva kakva zelim biti...
The sky is crying the streets are full of tears
Rain come down wash away my fears
And all this writing on the wall
Oh I can read between the lines
Rain come down forgive this dirty town
Rain come down and give this dirty town
A drink of water a drink of wine
If I been hard on you I never chose to be
I never wanted no one else
I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to
Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to
As you'd sleep I'd think my heart would break in two
I'd kiss your cheek I'd stop myself from waking you
But in the dark you'd speak my name
You'd say baby what's wrong ?
Oh ? Here I am baby I'm coming back for more
I'm like a wave that's got to roll into the shore
Yes and if my love's in vain how come my love is so strong ?
If I been hard on you I never chose to be
I never wanted no one else
I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to
Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to
Now you and me go parallel together and apart
And you keep your perfect distance and it's tearing at my heart
Did you never feel the distance
You never tried to cross no line
'Cause it's another dirty river and another dirty scar
And I don't know who's kissing you and I don't know where you are
So far from home don't you think of me sometime
If I been hard on you I never chose to be
I never wanted no one else
I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to
Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to
Sky is crying see the streets are full of tears
Rain coming down to wash away my fears
And all this writing on the wall
Oh I can read between the lines
dosao joj je to jutro...
''morao sam te vidjeti...sretan rodjendan''
primila je u ruke papir,otvorila ga
''ja...''
''ova nece uvenuti''
nacrtana ruza.jebemu...
one rose for the memory of the innosence.always,the only thing that's left of the bright side...one rose
Nemam nista,vremena mi puni dzepovi,
nema vjetra sto ce da me uhvati,
govore mi da cu jednom bit' pametnija,
al' bas me briga,necu biti sretnija,
u daljini svjetla grada, grije me blue jeans
na gitari neko svira 'goodbye teens'
Plava zvijezda pada kroz noc,
plava zvijezda daje mi moc,
plava zvje'zdo ucini mi da,
zauvijek devetnaest imam ja
time otvaram svoj rodjendanski post. jupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
danas mi je jedan od boljih dana, tome je pripomogao ovaj vikend koji je bio...pre pre dobar
od subote u 8 ujutro do nedjelje u 13 h (to je inace 30 sati vise manje) sam bila u predobrom drustvu,na lanu...hihi...stavila bi slika...ali nemam...jebi ga.al biloje dobro, papali smo pizzu,skinula sam oko 10 i po gb glazbe koje nemam jos, nasla kutiju MCa sa 10 cigara dok smo cistili za tim prokletim lanerima koji su ne neuredni...boze...i plus hristja koja je jel divna divna...tomo koji se brinuo o hrani i da imamo nas dvije,kao njegove gosce,sta radit...kareoke pijanog covjeka koji voli tomphsona...moji osobni pjevacki ispadi,iako daleko od mikrofona...orahovaca s cedevitom...ma...ludilo
hristja me danas tetovirala...hihi...malo losa slika tetovaze jel,ali nema veze,oprastam si,a vi cete mi isto oprostit,jel...hihi
draga me sa svojim muzom castila alkoholom (stella, zuja...hm...necemo o kvaliteti...vazna je namjera) i cak 3 smokica jerbo je muz njen pozdero sve.picka.al ok, oprosteno je zidovu jer nam je otvarao s upaljacem stelle i pritom se ozlijedio...tek smo kod trece otkrili da je na twist off...lol
i plus sta sam jucer upoznala djevu marinu s kojom 28.2. idem u hamburg na koncert sonate divne...hihi
moze li biti bolje?
bas i ne.eksuli...bit ce jos bolje...
sve vas volim danas, bili glupi, ruzni,lijepi,iritantni,mrzilime,voljeli,bili crni zuti,pa cak i zidovi...
shine on i umirite u alkoholu
If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself
If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and
If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much
Ooh this could be messy
But you don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this
You're essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me
You're kind of my protege and one day you'll say you learned all you know from me
I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian
I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it
Ooh this could get messy
But you don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this
what part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
what part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
what with this distance it seems so obvious?
Just make sure you don't tell on me especially to members of your family
We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse
I wish I could tell the world cuz you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly
I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body
Ooh this could be messy and
Ooh I don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
I wanna wake up with you
I wanna be there when you open your eyes
I want you to be
The first thing that I see
I wanna wake up with you
I wanna lay by your side, baby
I wanna feel every beat of your heart
And throughout the night
I wanna hold you tight
I wanna wake up with you
All the love inside me has been sleeping
Waiting till the right one came along
You can share the love that I've been keeping, baby
You can put the music to my song
I wanna wake up with you
I wanna reach out and know that you're there
I want you to be
The first thing that I see
I wanna wake up with you
And throughout the night
I wanna hold you tight
I wanna wake up with you
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream
When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream
Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
Cos I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
Now I've tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don't ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
Cos I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
volim te
shine on...
Ne pitam nista
jer znam da znas
ja znam da znas
potpuno sami
na ovom svetu
sto nije nas
Nemoj da brines
kad srce zna
i nebo zna
ti imas mene
a tebe ja
a tebe ja
Jedino to se zove ljubav
jedino to ti treba sada
i ti i ja u ovom gradu
lek protiv mraka koji vlada
Dan ima zoru
a nebo zna
ti imas mene
a tebe ja
Od koga si se ti to sakrila
u meni citav svet se rasipa
od kada tebe volim
pamet ne slusa
da l' ista moze da se sakrije
po licu kad se svetlo polije
od kada tebe volim
vreme ne ide
I nemoj nista da mi govoris
prepoznacu sto god da pomislis
veceras samo nemoj da me ne volis
prebolecu sto god da ucinis
ucinicu ti sve sto pozelis
veceras samo nemoj da me ostavis
Mrak se skupio u kap
rano jutro kao slap ulazi u sobu
da l' si ikada pitala
tamne senke zidova ujutro gde odu
Oci su ti sklopljene
usne su ti umorne
ne ljubi me njima
nisu cvorci pevali dok je
iznad krovova svirala tisina
Hajde, Boze, budi drug
pa okreni jedan krug unazad planetu
noc je kratko trajala
a nama je trebala najduza na svetu
U mom oku samo hlad
u mom srcu samo stud, inje i prasina
nisu cvorci pevali dok je
iznad krovova svirala tisina
U cik zore zvizdi voz
njime odlazim u OZ
necu da se vratim
sto god tebi napisem pocepam i obrisem
al' ti moras znati
Nisi se probudila, zato nisi videla
igrale su sene
nek te dobri duhovi i kraljevski orlovi
cuvaju od mene
Otopi me Bozanskim dahom
I dusu mi posipaj prahom
Godine zla da izblede
Sto pre....
scena prva.utorak
'sta,vise ne slusamo power,a?'
sjedila je u kuhinji kada joj je mali klinac ruflave kosice i nemirnih ociju postavio to pitanje...uvijek je tako smijesan kada misli ozbiljno. oci mu se malo stisnu, a njegovo lice poprimi ful ozbiljan izgled, promijeni ton glasa..smijesno...
'zasto pitas?znas da volim svoju muziku i dalje'
'neznam...nisi vec dugo slusala to'
'na sto ciljas?'
...sutnjica.izmjena pogleda
'neznam.svaki put kada upoznas nekoga,pocnes slusati njegovu glazbu.'
crv u njenoj glavi : zoves me fejkerom? jebo oca svog
'nije...samo...svida mi se opet-samo to.pa sjecas se da sam prije to slusala...'
istina je sto je rekao.glazbu veze za ljude...uvijek je to radila.
sjecanja...
Jel niko niko ne moze da zna
Kad muzika svira sta osjecam ja
scena druga.srijeda
sjedili su u njegovoj sobi.birala je muziku koju ce pustati.gledao ju je.kao i uvijek...
uvijek je glazbu promatrala kao pozadinu,kao u filmu...za svaku scenu odgovarajuca glazba.i dogodilo se...
'zasto moras svaki put pustiti pjesmu koja odgovara situaciji? mrzim te nekad zbog toga,znas.vezes me za pjesme...ti ces otici,a pjesma ce ostati.u mom srcu da me povrijedi,da me sjeti na izgubljeno'
u tvornici...verujem,ne verujem.divno
sava tiho tece
ako znas bilo sto
za tebe...
mrs glazbo
scena treca.ponedjeljak
sjedila je na kisi,sama.malo podalje bilo je dvoje ljudi kojima je maloprije rekla '...hm...moram ici.vracam se'
muziku je ponijela. sjela je,legla na ledja i pustila da ju osjecaji shrvaju. plac.suze pomijesane sa kisom.krv.krv koju sitne hladne kapljice slijevaju po ruci.derala se iz petnih zila.stavljala je noge na prsa...izvijala ledja,kao da je u najgorim bolovima...i bila je...a kisa joj se slijevala niz lice, kosu, ruke...
11:19 /11:23 PM
'kako je bilo danas?'
'hm...u redu'
'film?'
zastala je...istina
'malo filma.al onda sam izasla.kisa.jako sam glasno pjevala i tako'
'hehe.pjevanje na kiši.... lijepo'
'tom prizoru bi pripisala bilo koji pridjev osim lijepo.hladno.... mokro...morbidno...'
'samo da sam vidio to.... vjerojatno bi mi bilo lijepo.... gledat kišu kako ti se slijeva niz lice... kosa sva mokra... priljubljena tijelu.... uf...'
uvijek promatra...kada gledaju film,ona osjeca njegov pogled na sebi...
scena cetvrta.cetvrtak,srijeda?
njegova soba.prvi put...ona sjedi na njegovom krevetu.on sjedi za kompom, dj je.treca osoba sjedi na podu.svira gitaru.promatra ga, glava mu je tocno izmedu zvucnika i monitora.nada se da ce vidjeti,a ipak,svaki put kad pogleda ona okrene glavu...
scena peta.srijeda,davna srijeda
bolesna je,nezna kako i zasto...ali pitao ju je adresu...i pola sata kasnije buhtla od cokolade...bio je predivan...gledao ju je, donijela mu je gitaru...svirao joj je.otisli su u sobu.nesto vidit,nesjeca se vise. stao je ispred nje...koliko je veci,boze...svo to divno tijelo...poljubac.mali...kako dobro.ne prestaj,ne daj da se ne vidimo
OCU CIGARETU
scena sesta.srijeda,po ure nakon prvog poljupca
'ne,neg mi je drago sad kad znam da se i ja tebi sviđam...... a i rakija ide na prst...eto ošla ti a ja već mislim kad možeš vanka opet...'
I love you, maybe and I hope it goes away
how I want you daily tell me now that
da bar...to je jedina stvar za koju je molila...zato i je tako sretna...jer pomalo se stvari brisu...polako.ima vremena.svijet je nas
i have found a whore in you why can't i tell you no
mogao je...i je
In every dream I have I say: "I'm not in love with you"
But every day I say I do
pokusala je lagati sebi...koliko puta.tisuce.
ah...crvenilo,jes.dusa je plakala, tijelo je plakalo...neka.
plati kurvo
Love is when two people touch each other s soul.
Love is honesty and trust.
Love is helping one another.
Love is mutual respect.
Love means that differences can be worked out.
Love is reaching your dreams together.
Love is the connection of two hearts,
a little story
10 th Grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called best friend . I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don t want to be just friends, I love her but I m just too shy, and I don t know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn t want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home. She looked at me, said thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek..
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don t want to be just friends, I love her but I m just too shy, and I don t know why.
Senior year
One fine day she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, "hes not gonna go" well, I didn t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as best friends . So we did. That night, after everyt! hing was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don t want to be just friends, I love her but I m just too shy, and I don t know why.
Graduation.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- you re my best friend, thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don t want to be just friends, I love her but I m just too shy,and I don t know why.
Marriage.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now and drive off to her new life,
married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said you came. She said thanks and kissed me on the cheek.
I want her to know that I don t want to be just friends,I love her but I m just too shy,and I don t know why.
Death.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my best friend . At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesnt notice me like that, and I know it.
I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don t want to be just friends, I love him but I m just too shy, and I don t know why.I wish he would tell me he loved me !
........ I wish I did too...
I thought to my self, and I cried.
Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them.They won t be there...................Forever.