pa da vidimo, pošto sad već dosta ljudi zna za moj blog (to se ja kao nadam, haha) mogu otkriti i pojedine podatke o sebi (jučer sam pitala mamu jel je sad pravo vrijeme da napokon mogu započet razgovore sa strancima, i odgovor je bio pozitivan, hahaha, ako ne kužite glupe šale, ovaj vam blog definitivno neće bit zabavan)
najljepše ime svijeta: LEA, korijen vuče iz leo-što znači lav pa se bolje pazite
rođena davne: 1989.
školovanje: diplomirana učenica 4. srednje (koje, to pogađajte)
budućnost: definitivno ekonomija, jer me dionice i rad s novcima ful puno zanima, ili ću biti "menager" benda kojeg su moje frendice odlučile pokrenut, a zvat će se ni više ni još više nego "LEA STAR" (o.u. znam da treba pisat ni više ni manje, nisam baš toliko plava, jadne plavuše, i kao drugo lea star je "joke", nisam toliko umišljena)
i tako, komentirajte ljudi, ispravljajte moje nesmiješne navode i PEACE!!!
COCKNEY REJECTS
OI OI OI
Hear that cry throughout the streets, we know just what it means
And even to the ignorant, it ‘aignt what it seems
Through every city backstreets, the kids from all around
They all come to join the fun, cause they know the sound
They all try to ignore us, but we wont let 'em win
The wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in
Cause we all say, that they're full of shit
And we're running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we're running unafraid
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Cause we all know that's the sound of the streets
And we're running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Got our martins on our feet
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And you're all running down the backstreets with me
The kids they come from everywhere, the east end’s all around
Cause they all know what it means, when they hear the sound
You know what to do, when you hear the call
Put your boots and earrings on, and kick down that fucking wall
You can listen to politicians, they'll lead you astray
You're gonna see the light and your gonna see the way
And we all know that there's nothing like us
And we're running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we're never giving in
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Cause we all know that we're gonna fucking win
And we're running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we're here to stay
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we all know that the firm are on they're way
They all try to ignore us, but we wont let 'em win
The wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in
Cause we all say, that they're full of shit
And we're running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we're running unafraid
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Cause we all know that that's the sound of the streets
And we're running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Got our martins on our feet
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And you're all running down the backstreet with me,
With me.
sheena is a punkrocker
Well the kids are all hyped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfs and they're going to the Discotheque A-Go-Go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah oh yeah
Sheena is a punkrocker
Sheena is a punkrocker
Sheena is a punkrocker now..
Sheena is a punkrocker
Sheena is a punkrocker
Sheena is a punkrocker now..
Well she's a punk punk a punkrocker
a punk punk a punkrocker
punk punk a punkrocker
a punk punk a punkrocker now..
Well the kids are all hyped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfs and they're going to the Discotheque A-Go-Go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah oh yeah
Sheena is a punkrocker
Sheena is a punkrocker
Sheena is a punkrocker now..
Sheena is a punkrocker
Sheena is a punkrocker
Sheena is a punkrocker now..
Well she's a punk punk a punkrocker
a Punk punk a punkrocker
Punk punk a punkrocker
a Punk punk a punkrocker now..
Blitzkrieg Bop Lyrics
(Ramones)
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
The Blitzkrieg Bop
The Blitzkrieg Bop
The Blitzkrieg Bop
"Go home Ann"
Go home Ann
Go home Ann
Ann go home
I had you in my bed last night
I did what I wanted to do, well all right
Go home Ann, it's almost funny
Go home Ann, it's almost done
I never said I loved you
Never said I cared
This won't last forever
There is something in my heart
Go home Ann
Go home Ann
Go home Ann
Ann go home
I tricked you, had my fun
You could have been anyone
Go home Ann, it's almost funny
Go home Ann, it's almost done
I never said I loved you
Never said I cared
This won't last forever
There is something in my heart
"Substitute"
You think we look pretty good together.
You think my shoes are made of leather.
But I'm a substitute for another guy.
I look pretty tall but my heels are high.
The simple things you see are all complicated.
I look pretty young but I'm just back dated, yeah.
Substitute your lies for facts.
I see right through your plastic mac.
I look all white but my dad was black.
My brand new suit's really made out of sack.
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.
The North side of my town faced East and the east was facing South.
And now you dare to look me in the eye.
Those crocodile tears are what you cry.
It's a genuine problem you won't try
to work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by.
Substitute me for him.
Substitute my Coke for gin.
Substitute you for my Mum,
at least I'll get my washing done.
I'm a substitute for another guy.
I look pretty tall but my heels are high.
The simple things you see are all complicated.
I look pretty young but I'm just back dated, yeah.
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.
The North side of my town faced East and the east was facing South.
And now you dare to look me in the eye.
Those crocodile tears are what you cry.
It's a genuine problem you won't try
to work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by.
Substitute me for him.
Substitute my Coke for gin.
Substitute you for my Mum,
at least I'll get my washing done.
Substitute your lies for facts.
I see right through your plastic mac.
I look all white but my dad was black.
My brand new suit's really made out of sack
"I Wanna Be Sedated"
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go....
Just put me in a wheelchair and put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-o I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go...
Just put me in a wheelchair...
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
THE CLASH
SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO
Darling you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I’ll be here ’til the end of time
So you got to let know
Should I stay or should I go?
Always tease tease tease
Siempre – coqueteando y engańando
You’re happy when I’m on my knees
Me arrodillo y estas feliz
One day is fine, next is black
Un dia es bien el otro negro
So if you want me off your back
Alrededor de tu espalda
Well come on and let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
żMe debo ir o quedarme?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An’ if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
This indecision’s bugging me
Esta indecision me molesta
If you don’t want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly who’m I’m supposed to be
Dime que tengo que ser
Don’t you know which clothes even fit me?
żsabes que ropas me quedan?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
żme debo ir o quedarme?
Should I stay or should I go now?
yo me frio o lo sufro
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy - va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo es doble
So you gotta let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
yo me frio o lo sufro
evo sad imam razloga za paniku, šta ćeš, tako je to kad saznaš da ti u internetskom kasliću stoji pismo zaraženo s najsmrtonosnijim virusom, od kojeg komp pri prvom kontaktu umire!!!! no nema veze, barem ću ga čuti kako mi preko svojih organa,zvučnika, po zadnji put pjeva pjesmicu i to "Dont cry for me Argentina", samo će umjesto argentina reći, pa reći će moje ima hahahaha, ipak sam sačuvala svoj identitet. ako ne znate tu pjesmu, to znači da niste gledali madonin film "evita", i to znači da NISTE KUL, ovo je bila šala, samo da napomenem da se naki ne naljute. a sada mali test, da provjerim koliko ljudi zapravo čitaju postove, jer se ja mogu pohvalit time da svakim komentarom označim da sam pročitala post. e pa ovako kad ćete pisati komentar na ovaj post napišite mi na početku kao pozdrav "alo-aloha" tako ću znati jeste li moji pravi sljedbenici ili ne, i to je bila šala, alli onaj dio o "alo-aloha" nije, pa ljudi pozdravljajte. i tako, danas nam se u razred vratila ona osipljena djevojčica, pa smo ja i frendica većinu vremena proveli s njom u potrazi za nekom nepoznatom curom. i tako mi je dan prošao u šetanju hodnicima s povećalom u ruci i kapicom na glavi. osjećala sam se ko 007 bond, đejms bond. samo su mi falila neka dobra "kola" koja se mogu pretvorit u vremenoplov, tako da mogu preskočit svoj najgori predmet FIZIKU. e to je stvarno koma kolko ja niš ne kužim, isto mi je dal pratim šta žena priča il ne. mislim žena ionako ne priča nama već nekim svojim imaginarnim frendovima na stropu, jer mislim stalno gleda gore. vjerojatno se moli i očekuje čudo odozgora da ćemo mi postat bolji, IN YOUR DREAMS!!!
