ponedjeljak, 19.12.2005.
Moreno Burattini povodom Zagorova 40. rođendana
Zagor je nekoliko mjeseci stariji od mene. Na kioscima se sa svojom uvodnom epizodom (striscia naslovljena "Šuma zamki") pojavio 15. lipnja 1961.; ja sam na svijet došao u rujnu sljedeće godine. Sad kad on navršava 40 godina, znam da će uskoro isto čekati i mene. Kad sam pročitao njegovu prvu avanturu, imao sam malo više od osam godina, a on je bio skoro u desetoj. Dok gledam djecu koja sada idu u osnovnu školu, čini mi se da je prošlo cijelo stoljeće. Bila su to zaista druga vremena: televizijski programi počinjali su tek u kasnim poslijepodnevnim satima s "Dječjom televizijom", a nakon toga bi nas roditelji slali u krevet. Nije bilo baš mnogo izbora: samo dva programa RAI, naravno u crno-bijeloj tehnici. U barovima se moglo igrati bilijar ili fliper, još nisu postojale video-igre. Nije, dakle, bilo katodnih ekrana da nam ispijaju mozak, i mi djeca smo čitali stripove. Ne dvojica, trojica, već svi. Sjećam se još žustrih prepirki među svojim vršnjacima o tome tko je bio najsposobniji junak: Tex, Zagor, Komandant Mark ili Mali Rendžer. Meni se sviđao i Veliki Blek, ali pošto ostalima nije, sramio sam se to reći. Provodili smo popodneva igrajući karte, a ulog su bili zgužvani stripovi, koji su neprestano prelazili iz ruke u ruku.
Stripove sam na početku čitao i mijenjao, bez da ih zadržavam. Zatim sam jednog dana u kući prijatelja iz razreda vidio ormarić prepun Zagorovih stripova, raspoređenih u savršenom redu, jedan pokraj drugoga. Primijetio sam da je to vrlo praktično: moj prijatelj je u svakom trenutku mogao ponovo pročitati epizode koje su mu se najviše sviđale, a prije čitanja novog broja, u kojem se priča nastavljala, mogao je provjeriti što se prije dogodilo i gdje se radnja prekinula. Odmah sam iskoristio priliku i posudio epizodu "Sablast": znao sam da je na kraju prošle epizode Zagor bio vezan na stijeni, a orlovi su se, u želji da ga proždru, prijeteći obarali, praveći sve uže i uže krugove na nebu. Mjesecima sam se pitao kako bi se mogao spasiti. Zahvaljujući Simoneovoj kolekciji otkrio sam da je, baš u zadnji čas, stigao Chico i oslobodio prijatelja u nevolji! Tada sam odlučio da se neću više riješiti nijednog Zagorovog stripa. Počeo sam izbacivati košulje i hlače iz ormara da napravim mjesta za svoje stripove: ne samo za Zagora, već i za Texa, Komandanta Marka, Alana Forda i – kad je izašao – Mister Noa. Prostor koji su zauzimali stripovi sve se više povećavao, što je zabrinjavalo mamu i tatu, pa su jednom pitali moje učitelje bi li me trebalo zaustaviti. No naprotiv, učitelji su primijetili da sam prilično dobro poznavao povijest i zemljopis Amerike, da sam znao dosta o navikama i običajima velikog broja naroda, da sam sa sigurnošću prepoznavao najneobičnije životinje. Što se tiče tema koje su se obrađivale u školi, dvije stvari su bile očite: prvo, mnogo sam toga naučio upravo iz stripova; drugo, stripovi su me stimulirali da potražim i produbim određene teme u drugim knjigama. Sjećam se i da sam, radeći zadatak u razredu u kojem se tražilo da pričam o najomiljenijim junacima stripova, gotovo doslovce citirao Zagorov razgovor s princem Minamotom u epizodi "Stižu samuraji". Stoput sam pročitao te fraze, koje su mi bile (a još su mi i sada) predivne i koje su rezime Zagorove filozofije: "I moj je život, bez sumnje, obilježen nasiljem – kaže Duh sa sjekirom japanskom ratniku koji stoji ispred njega – ali na sreću, među nama postoji ogromna razlika! Ako se ja borim, ako ja ubijam, to je samo zato jer mi situacija u ovoj prekrasnoj, ali još uvijek divljoj zemlji to nalaže! Jednog će dana, nadam se, pravedni zakoni i otvoreniji mentalitet spriječiti sukobe između stanovnika Darkwooda i bijelih osvajača...upravo u tom trenutku ja ću bez ikakvog žaljenja napustiti ulogu borca i ratnika i s radošću ću baciti u najdublju rijeku ovu sjekiru koju sada smatram neugodnim, ali neophodnim sredstvom za postizanje pravde!". Kad je učitelj donio ispravljene zadaće, na mojoj je pisalo: "Bravo: pokazao si da i stripovi mogu nečemu naučiti".
Danas, kada na stranicama pošte stripova o super-herojima čitam komentare čitatelja na priče X-Men ili Spidermana, pitam se što bi napisali da su pročitali Zagorove priče čiji je scenarij napisao Nolitta, i mislim da bi čak i oni morali cijeniti epizode kao što su "Stižu samuraji", "Marš očajnika" ili "Gnjev Osaga". Onima koji mi kažu da je Zagor, zbog svojeg upadljivog, nekima možda čak i smiješnog kostima, zastarjeli lik, skrećem pozornost da upravo američki super-heroji idu naokolo u još upadljivijim i živopisnijim kostimima, i ne rade to među drvećem šume, prije 150 godina, već među neboderima suvremenih metropola. Već sam to napisao, i ponavljam jer sam u to uvjeren: u razdoblju kao što je naše, obilježenom tenzijama između sjevera i juga svijeta, Darkwoodska šuma je metafora višerasnog društva koje egzistira među tisućama teškoća, a lik koji kao Zagor pokušava nešto učiniti posredovanjem između različitih kultura možda je aktualniji danas nego prije 40 godina. Isto vrijedi i za ljubav prema prirodi, koja je prisutna na njegovim stranicama od prvih priča, napisanih kad ekologija još nije bila u modi. Za onoga tko čita Zagora, "Ples s vukovima" i "Posljednji Mohikanac" zaista otkrivaju toplu vodu. Čak je i Dylan Dog izrastao iz nekih Zagorovih ideja: Tiziano Sclavi je na Zagorovim stranicama radio generalnu probu za svojeg istraživača noćnih mora, a Darkwood je između ostalog i kraljevstvo straha. Ne ono bezdušno i odbojno, već ono koje te kopka u duši i koje ti na kraju ostavlja dvojbu da li i čudovište ima pravo na milost. Erskine Caldwell, nedavno preminuli američki pisac, govorio je da je tajna života naći osobe koje su ti spremne platiti da radiš stvari za koje bi ti platio da ih možeš raditi. Ja bih bio spreman platiti da mogu pisati Zagorove epizode, to je oduvijek bila moja najveća želja. Našao sam osobu koja mi je bila spremna platiti da to radim: Sergia Bonellija, onoga Guida Nolittu kojem sam se tako divio dok sam išao u školu. Među tolikim snovima koje sam proživljavao uz Zagora, jednog mi je učinio stvarnim. Jedan je čitatelj na stranici pošte jednog stripa junaka iz Darkwooda napisao Sergiu Bonelliju: "Znam da sam imao sjajno djetinjstvo zahvaljujući Zagoru". Iste sam riječi želio napisati i ja.
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ponedjeljak, 12.12.2005.
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1.dan-Veliko razočaranje
Danas poslije škole sam žurio na predavanje o scenariju ( Darko Macan ) koje je po programu trebalo bit u 14 i ja dođem tam i to završilo,jer je počelo u 12. I dobro ja čekam Komadtanta Marka u 15 kad njima naravno neš ne štima s kompom i opet sranje. A dolje niš nije bilo za kupit,osim par štandova. Da si nisam kupio Zagor majicu sa slikom iz " Nulta godina Darkwooda " bilo bi mi žao kaj sam otišao. Sutra i preksutra naravno idem i vjerujem tj. znam da će bit bolje. Napisat ću kak je bilo. :-(
2.dan-Zadovoljavajuće
Poslije izviđača na kojima je ovaj put bilo jako dosadno sam otišao u sc. Došao sam prerano pa sam samo gledao stripove,koji su bili povješeni po zidovima. Poslije sam se našao s sisterwolf i njenom frendicom. I tak upoznali smo se i malo gledali stripove po zidovima i kad smo zaključili da ničeg i nikog nema otišli smo neodređeno lutat po gradu. Malo smo se vozili u tramvaju,zezali i onda smo se vratili u sc. Kad mi tamo dođemo i ono šok. Prostor koji je otprije kojih 45 min bio potpuno prazan sad je bio pun stolova,stripova i ljudi. Nije bilo niš dobro za kupit, pa smo otišli u klub sc vidjet kaj se događa tam. I onaj smiješni tip koji je bio u petak sav euforičan govori: ( za nekakav film ) "Možda bude,možda bude".
I baš smo se spremali otić dolje kad odjednom neki lik bane pred nas. U prvi sam mah pomislio neki starček, zbog ogromne brade,al čini se da nije jako star. I tak on nas troje počne ispitivat o stripovima i tak to i ja i sisterwolf počnemo pričat s njim. I kaže da ima 1100 stripova i nekak smo došli na početak kolekcioniranja. I on nam je ispričao da je bio star poput nas,kad se vraćao iz škole i na svom vrtu vidio zgarište. I njemu papir poznat i sine mu: Stripovi. Brzo je potrčao prema ormaru gdje je čuvao stripove i vidio da je prazan. Naime stari mu je spalio njegovu kolekciju od tada 170 stripova,njemu najvažnije stvari u životu. Rekao je da mrzi starog i da je bio pijanac i na njemu iskaljivao bijes il tak neš. Ja sam bio prestravljen a i bilo mi ga je žao.I onak ja i sisterwolf smo se stalno pogledavali i nismo znali kaj bi rekli. U jednom nas je trenutku pitao oćemo na x-icu od neke cure si neš ić kupit. Lik je bio malo čudan,misteriozan ali i neznam kak da to opišem :drag i jadan. Taj mi se događaj urezao u pamćenje baš zato što je bio čudan i nesvakidašnji.
Poslije smo gledali stripove i kupio sam 2 Zagora, 1 Alan Forda,poster Zagora i Bone, koji mi je Fran ,koji vodi radionicu za strip, preporučio. Mogu reć da mi se svidio. I tak smo još malo razgledavali štandove i krenuli put doma. Ja sam otišao kod bake,a sisterwolf i njena frendica na drugu stranu tak da smo se odmah rastali.
3. dan-Opušteno
Bio sam na radionici stripa 2 sata i bilo je zakon. Poslije sam razgledavao štandove i kupio 4 zagora. Mislim da ću za slijedeću godinu uštedjet za neku knjigu poput : Kako crtati strip ili kako ga čitati.
Mislim da je ovaj crš jako loš naspram prošlogodišnjeg. Kad su došli Ferri i Burattini sve je bilo tip-top organizirano,a sad je bilo katastrofa. Prvo se program mjenjao,a na kraju se skoro niš i nije držalo zadnjeg plana,a i izbor stripova je bio manji. Isključivo mislim na Alana i Zagora. A ništa, valjda će biti bolje sljedeće godine.
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ponedjeljak, 05.12.2005.
Crteži perfektnog Galliena Ferrija,prvog crtača Zagora
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I još nešto o Zagoru
Dolje imate već jedan post o Zagoru najboljem strip junaku svih vremena,a sad još nešto...
Zagorovi prijatelji
Simpatični, raspjevani, zabavni, hrabri: to su jedne od najčešćih karakteristika Zagorovih prijatelja! Tisuću likova koji su, sa većom ili manjom ulogom, istinski protagonisti avantura Duha sa sjekirom. Na ovoj "grupnoj" slici predstavljamo vam najomiljenije i najpoznatije među brojnim Zagorovim suputnicima kroz avanturu, koje smo upoznali tokom ovih četrdeset godina. U gornjem redu tu su, s lijeva na desno: Ramath, fakir porijeklom iz Indije obdarem izvanrednim moćima; Romeo, Tobia i Horacio ili glumačka družina "Sullivani", glumci, gimnastičari i veseli putnici koji su osmislili Zagorov kostim; Satko, ili Crvena strijela, prvi Cherokee indijanac sa odvjetničkom diplomom; "Doc" Lester, zubar koji je napustio grad i svoju profesiju da bi postao trapper; Tonka, sakem plemena Mohawk, Zagorov vjerni prijatelj i njegov krvni brat koji skupa sa zagorom neumorno brani čast crvenog naroda; Guthrum, zimogrozni kralj Vikinga koji sanja vrelo sunce Floride; inženjer Robson, angažiran na postavljanju željezničkih tračnica, ali i na konstantnom upadanju u nevolje. U srednjem redu tu su kapetan Fishleg, zapovjednik "Golden baby" s kojim je Zagor oplovio mnoga mora; Rochas, trapper koji se vječno natječe sa Zagorom čiji će udarac najdalje odbaciti protivnika, grof Lapalette, plemić, ali i spretni lopov; Drunky Duck, Darkwoodski poštar koji stalno traži nove načine da dostavi poštu ali i da upadne u neku nevolju, Cico, Zagorov nerazdvojni prijatelj i vjerni pratitelj od prve epizode, Batt Batterton, nespretni privatni detektiv posebno sepretan u prerušavanju, barun Ikarovo pero, genijelni izumitelj letećih strojeva koji nažalost uvijek završe neslavno; Going Going, posljednji primjerak vrste pred izumiranjem koji proždire sve pred sobom. U prednjem redu sjede Trampy, simpatični spletkar i varalica, suučesnik u tisuću gegova skupa sa Čikom; Džimi Gitara, razbojnik-pokajnik koji putuje Divljim zapadom sa svojom gitarom u kojoj su krije pištolj koji ga izvlači iz opasnih situacija i na kraju Digging Bill, nesretni ali uporni tragač za zlatom.
Zagorovi neprijatelji
Tijekom svojih avantura Zagor se suočio sa najnevjerojatnijim i najopasnijim protivnicima: ludi geniji, krvoločni manijaci, beskurpulozni razbojnici, magi, čudovišta, vampiri. Protiv svakog od njih Zagor je upotrijebio svoju sjekiru i svaki put je protivnik ostao poražen. Često su se neki od ovih protivnika vraćali iz mrtvih ,uvijek još opasniji u vjećnoj borbi Dobra i Zla. Na ovoj ilustraciji su prikazani oni najznačajniji , koji su zadali najviše muka Duhu sa sjekirom! U gornjem redu stoje: Kandrax, druidski svecenik i mag opsjednut žrtvovanjem nedužnih žrtava bogovima, Čovjek Vuk, ili doktor Donald Stubb, protagonist jedne jedine ali nezaboravne avanutre u noći punog mjeseca, Sam Flatcher, čovjek koji je otkrio fantastičnu vrstu metala, laku i otpornu koji ju je probao iskoristiti da zbaci Zagora sa trona u Darkwoodu pod psuedonimom Iron Man, Ben Stevens ili Kralj orlova, čiji je jedini motiv u životu osveta indijancima zbog skalpiranja, Hellingen, arhetipski neprijatelj, ludi znanstvenik i izumitelj užasnih i opasnih strojeva, baron Bela Rakosi, transilvanijski vampir koji je emigrirao u Ameriku, Crni gospodar, princ tame koji živi u paralelnoj dimenziji, Eskimo, Inuit indijanac, posebno krvoločan. U prednjem redu su "Timber" Bill, drvosječa zločinac; Jednooki Džek, sadistički zločinac sa staklenim okom; Molok, čudovište nalik na Frankeštajna; Supermike, genijalan i sposoban mladić koji je naumio zamijeniti Zagora na mjestu Darkvudskog heroja, "Bimbo" Sullivan, nepošteni trgovac i vješti bjegunac, Colin "Skull" Randall, mutant sa "duplim" mozgom koji može čitati tuđe misli i na kraju jedan tipičan Akronjanin, izvanzemaljac kojeg je Hellingen pozvao na zemlju.
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Gospodar Prstenova
Harry Potter
Prijestolje od zmajokosti, Kamen oproštaja i Toranj Zelenog anđela
Eragon
Grishama
Agathu Cristie
stripove:
Zagora
Alan Forda
Texa
Usagia
Ken Parkera
Bluberrya
kaj gledam:
Gospodar prstenova
Harry Potter
Star Wars
Kralj Arthur
Društvo mrtvih pjesnika
Eva Peron ( mjuzikl )
Povratak u budučnost
Bande New Yorka
Wyatt Earp
Titanic
kaj slušam:
pink floyde
doorse
frank zappu
king crimsone
janis joplin
yesovce
erica claptona
gentle giant
the allman brothers band
blind faith
traffic
wishbone ash
soft machine
colosseum
mike oldfield
ry cooder
ginger bakera
...pjesme najboljih grupi...
Pink Floyd
Astronomy domine
lime and limpid green,
a second scene,
A fight between the blue
you once know
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground
Jupiter and Saturn Oberon Mirand
And Titania Neptune Titan
Stars can frighten...
Blinding signs flap flicker flicker flicker
Blam pow pow
Stairway scare Dan Dare who's there...
Lime and limpid green
he sound surrounds the icy waters under
Lime and limpid green
The sound surrounds the icy waters
Underground
Written by Syd Barrett
Bike
Syd Barrett
I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
See Emily Play
Syd Barrett
Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh
She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh
Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh
Float on a river forever and ever, Emily
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Echoes
Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Richard Wright, Nick Mason
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.
And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....
Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.
And no one sings me lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....
If
If I were a swan I'd be gone
If I were a train I'd be late
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do
If I were asleep I could dream
If I were afraid I could hide
If I go insane
Please don't put your wires in my brain
If I were the moon I'd be cool
If I were a rule I would bend
If I were a good man
I'd understand the spaces between friends
If I were alone I would cry
And if I were with you I'd be home and dry
And if I go insane
Will you still let me join in with the game
If I were a swan I'd be gone
If I were a train I'd be late again
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do
Music:Waters
Summer '68
Would you like to say something before you leave
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We say goodbye before we've said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know how do you feel
How do you feel
Not a single word was said, the night still hid our fears
Occasionally you showed a smile but what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon in a room of ninety-five
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man
Just you let me know how do you feel
How do you feel
Goodbye to you ...
Charlotte Pringle's due
I've had enough for one day
Music:Wright
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine
On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through baby blue
He dug it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
Takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Now he's caught
A nasty sort of person
They gave him time
Doors bang, chain gang
He hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
Takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne don't do it again
Remember A Day
Remember a day before today
A day when you were young
Free to play along with time
Evening never comes
Sing a song that can't be sung
Without the morning's kiss
Dream you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king
Why can't we play today?
Why can't we stay that way?
Climb your favourite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away
Why can't we reach the sun?
Why can't we blow the years away?
Blow away
Blow away
Remember
Remember
Breathe
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave
Brain Damage
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Music: Waters
Eclipse
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
Dogs
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out
of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right
without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder and harder and
harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control
you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows
and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to
need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone
Dragged down by the stone
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off
this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
how can I find my own way out of this maze?
Deaf dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real
friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead by the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Another Brick In The Wall, Part I
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was just bricks in the wall
Another Brick In The Wall, Part II
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave them kids alone
Hey teacher, leave the kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Another Brick in the Wall, Part III
I don't need no walls around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need any thing at all
No, don't think I need anything at all
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall
Goobye Blue Sky
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye Cruel World
Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye to all you people There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye
Hey You
Hey you! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me
Hey you! standing in the aisles,
With itchy feet and fading smiles,
Can you feel me
Hey you! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the 'phone
Would you touch me
Hey you! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me
Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey you! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me
Hey you! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me
Hey you! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall
Music: Waters
Is There Anybody Out There?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Nobody Home
I got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hands blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe
When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohill boots
But I got fading roots
Outside The Wall
All alone, or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall
The Doors
The end
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us X3
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Whiskey Bar (Albama song)
Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Twentieth Century Fox
Well, she's fashionably lean
And she's fashionably late
She'll never rank a scene
She'll never break a date
But she's no drag
Just watch the way she walks
She's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
No tears, no fears
No ruined years
No clocks
She's a twentieth century fox
She's the queen of cool
And she's the lady who waits
Since her mind left school
It never hesitates
She won't waste time
On elementary talk
'Cause she's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
Got the world locked up
Inside a plastic box
She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
Break On Through (To The Other Side)
You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She gets, she gets
She gets, she gets
I found an island in your arms
A country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lied
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Made the scene from week to week
Day to day, hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, break on through
Break on through, break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, . . .
Roadhouse Blues
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real
Good time
Yeah, in back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, in back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Yeah, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
You Make Me Real
I really want you, really do.
Really need you baby, God knows I do.
'Cause I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistake and misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
I really want you, really do.
Really need you baby, really do.
Well I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do?
You make me real.
Only you, baby have that appeal.
So let me slide in your tender sunken sea.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Roll now, baby, roll
Well, roll now, baby, roll
You gotta roll now, baby, roll
Roll now, honey, roll
You gotta roll now, baby, roll
Make me free
You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistake and misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Make me free, You make me free.
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah
Wow!
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
