What makes it real:

Pearl Jam
Soundgarden
Temple of the dog
Stone Temple Pilots
The RAmones
Led Zeppelin
RHCP
Azra
Zabranjeno Pusenje
Evanescence
Green Day
Pink Floyd
Alice in chains
Guns'n'Roses
The Clash
Iron Maiden
NirvanaThe Rolling Stones
Ska Punk
Pasi
The Busines
Antitodor i talenti
Seekers planet
Termiti
Simple thoughts
Crasso De Odio
Djubrivo
Psihomodo pop
Fnc Diverzant
Fakofbolan
Within Temptation
Blind Guardian
Kamelot
Sonata Arctica
AC/DC
Dolibasija
Replica
Retard
Angelic Upstarts
Guzva u 16-ercu


...
I wish I was a neutron bomb,
for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice,
but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental
ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree,
I wish I was the star
that went on top....

Potato Wave

12.02.2009., četvrtak

...The very beginning

Moje ime...nije vazno...
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Hipotetski-mogu se zvati bilo kako...ime ne predstavlja moju bit..ono nije ja...skup slova ne moze biti u funkciji osobnog biljega...ljudi ne mogu znati po imenu da li si dobra/dobar...zla/zao...
zato moje ime nije vazno...kao ni boja koze..ociju...kretnje...osmjeh
sve je zapravo u umu...ali posto od necega moram krenuti,evo:
Imam 19 godina..covjek bi pomislio da kad dosegnemo 18-u odbacujemo okove...time prestajemo s pisanjem,mislimo da nam ono vise nije potrebno pa brisemo blogove..poput imaginarnih prijatelja koji nam s vremenom samo pocnu predstavljati teret...micemo okove i sve sto nas je sputavalo i postajemo slobodni,a zapravo ni ne shvacamo kako je lako bilo biti dijete...kako je tesko biti slobodan u svijetu...i imati odrasle probleme..placati rezije...zaradjivati za zivot....
odrastamo...ali zapravo se ne mijenjamo...
i dalje smo djeca....i sve bi dali da nas netko zagrli...sudaramo se s ljudima u tramvaju u nadi da osjetimo nesto...osmjehnemo se katkad nekome i molimo da nas taj netko primijeti...i tako iz dana u dan..zivimo ali ostajemo djeca
velika odrasla djeca....


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STONE TEMPLE PILOTS LYRICS
"Interstate Love Song"

waiting on a Sunday afternoon
for what I read between the lines,
your lies.
feelin' like a hand in rusted shame
so do you laugh or does it cry?
reply?

leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday you lied,
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things you said to me.

breathing is the hardest thing
to do. with all I've said and
all that's dead for you,
you lied - good bye

leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday you lied
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things I said to you.