...A joj...neda mi se o sebi...ali eto...ako baš moram,par sitnica...
IME:Rea
MSN:pinguiin00@hotmail.com
MAIL:eulogy00@net.hr
ROĐENA:1.5.1992(15 god)
MJESTO:T-U-Č-E-P-I!!!!
IDEM:A sad ću 1.jezične
HOBI:neman ga,jedino ako se hobijem može nazvat izležavanje,spavanje...i naravno tipkanje
NAJ ŽIVOTINJA:pingvin
SVIRAM:acoustic(derem 3 akorda)
UZOR:Danny Carey
ŽIVIM:..za bubnjeve
(dobit ću ih u 9 mj(2008)....hihi...PEARL-ljbučaste)
NAJ GRUPA:Tool
VOLIM:Adam Jones,Maynard,Graves
OBOŽAVAM:Adam Jones
SLUŠAM:
Nerazumljivo:
TOOL
A PERFECT CIRCLE
PORCUPINE TREE
DEFTONES
PINK FLOYD
SYSTEM OF A DOWN
SICK OF IT ALL
PENNYWISE
BAD RELIGION
ANTI-FLAG
TURBONEGRO
MISFITS
RAMONES
Razumljivo:
DJUBRIVO
DEBELI PRECJEDNIK
ATHEIST RAP
TITO'S BOYS
PASI
KUD IDIJOTI
..Šta sam prije slušala(i sada digod):
METALLICA
MEGADETH
SLAYER
ANTHRAX
SEPULTURA
PANTERA
MY DYING BRIDE
APOCALYPTICA
ALICE IN CHAINS
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier
In eine Schüssel geben
Butter einrühren
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
KEINE EIER
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Keine Eier ..
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
PUSHIT(Tool)
We've been trying something
a little different this tour.
We've been looking at
one of our songs
from a different angle,
under a different light,
so we can hopefully kind of
see it almost for the first time.
We'd like try that for you tonight, is that okay?
We're gonna need your help though.
We're gonna need your help
and your permission,
so we need you to find
a comfortable space,
that is not only comfortable,
but vulnerable.
I want you to shut your eyes and go there,
and we'll meet you on the other side..
Saw that gap again today.
While you were begging me to stay.
Take care not to make me enter.
If I do we both may disappear.
Saw that gap again today.
While you were begging me to stay
Managed to push myself away
And you as well, my dear
And you, as well
Pushed you away my dear
I will choke until I swallow
Choke this infant here before me
What are you but my reflection?
Who am I to judge or strike you down?
But you're pushing me
And Im shoving you
And your pushing me
And Im shoving you
Rest your trigger on my finger,
Bang my head upon the fault line
You better take care not to make me enter
If I do we both may disappear
But you're pushing me
And Im shoving you
And your pushing me
And Im shoving you
You still love me
We're pushing and were shoving
And you're pushing and I'm shoving
You still love me
And were pushing and were shoving
And I'm pushing as your shoving
And Im slipping back into the gap again
I feel alive when you touch me...
I feel alive when you hold me...
...down
Slipping back into you
I am somewhere I dont wanna be, yeah
Put me somewhere I dont wanna be
Push me somewhere I dont wanna be
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see
Never wanna see that place again...
Saw that gap again today
While you were begging me to stay
Managed to push myself away,
And you as well, my dear
If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way
Pushing and Shoving and
Pushing and Shoving and
Pushing me
There's no love in fear.
Staring down the hole again.
Hands are on my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.
Remember I will always love you,
As I claw your fucking throat away.
It will end no other way.
TOOL
ORIGIN:Los Angeles,California,USA GENERES:Progressive rock,Art rock,Alternative metal,Progressive metal YEARS ACTIVE:1990–Present
BASS:
Justin Chancellor
VOCALIST:
Maynard James Keenan
DRUMS:
Danny Carey
GUITAR:
Adam Jones
07.05.2007., ponedjeljak
Schism
Buljim po ure u ovaj fuckin' blog editor nebi li mi slučajno pala na pamet koja ideja o čemu da pišem...al nedie...
Da pišem o motorijadi...bzvz...ko je bio zna kako je bilo(a meni je bilo predobro),a ko nije nek pati...šta ću mu ja...hihi...il' ti ga.....koga je zanimalo doša je ,a koga nije nevirujen ni da bi ga post zainteresira...
Nego....spustima malo ovaj prozor i odem malo na druge blogove....
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!
Bokte šta je ovo?!?!?
Ja ku**a nerazumin...
Koje pjesmice...
Ja neznan u čemu je problem,il san ja glupa il nešto s njima nije uredu...
Mislim 14 god,puca je neka depra,dečko ju ostavio,nezna šta će sad....blabla...
Pa mislim se...IDI BRE PA SE LEČI!
Koji depresivni postevi...j*bo mater pa ako je tako sada šta će bit za koju goinu...kad ima bude 18,19,20....
Ma što čekaš dijete milo?
Ma pucaj si odma u vene....šta'š živit...
Glup si i ružan kao pura,
Ostavila te je cura.
Želiš da te sad svi žale,
Da brišu suze, brišu bale.
Hajde, ubij se!
U tome nađi spas!
Hajde, ubij se
(razveseli nas)
Hajde, ubij se
Hajde, ubij se
Razveseli nas
Hajde, ubij se
Kažeš da te tuga stisla
Tvoj život više nema smisla
U centru pažnje moraš biti
Tobože ti moraš piti
Volju za životom gubiš
Što ćeš onda, ti se ubij
Hajde, ubij se!
U tome nađi spas!
Hajde, ubij se
(razveseli nas)
Možda nismo mi u pravu,
al' isto ti raznesi glavu!
Hajde, ubij se!</font>