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26.07.2009., nedjelja
Nevinost ubojice
Gramofonske ploče razbacane svuda po zelenom sagu. Slušali smo ih cijelu noć sinoć, otrovanog krvotoka, rasplinutih misli. Svatko je plesao na svom privatnom koncertu misleći kako se međusobno ne zamišljamo prilikom jeftinog fantaziranja. Spori, spori lap dance. Ubili smo svaku romantiku i polagano sve svodimo na meso i kožu, dok se istinski osjećaji u dubini naše stvarnosti pretvaraju u humus, ali ne postaju onoliko plodni koliko bi mi to htjeli. Pladanj opijuma i ostali narkotici, hrana za ptice i malo vode, zlostavljaš me zlostavljam te...Ljetna vrućina otapa naša tijela, dvije svijeće u potpunom mraku polagano dogorijevaju i kaljamo zid na kojem se neprestano, danonoćno vrte stari crno-bijeli filmovi. Moja leđa su široko platno koje trgaš i bojaš crveno, krvavo crveno poput tvoje nagrižene usne, dok nemoćno padamo na koljena boreći se za dah. Stvarnost je postala prestvarna, glazba preglasna, molitva pretiha, a prošlost trajna tetovaža na mom ramenu. Ugrizi na vratu...prestani me voljeti. Nikada se nisam isplakao tako jako, zbog laži kojom smo izigrali jedno drugo i sve je postalo iskrivljeno, srušilo se vrijeme, nastupila je smrt trubadura i tišina, duga samotna tišina. Poput tek rođene djece ležimo na podu, ja poduprt zidom, ti mojim koljenima...na čelu mi se očitavaju titlovi našeg privatnog filmskog hita i samo da si pogledala gore mogla si mi pročitati misli. Jesmo djeca, ali poprskana grijehom i nije loše što prostituiramo svoje mišiće i salo, kosti i goruće tkivo, mi ubijamo sebe i zato nam prsa razdire pakao...Ubojstvo je smrtni grijeh.   Kings of Leon '' Closer '' Stranded in this spooky town Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down This floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangled vein Showing no mercy I do it again Open up your eye You keep on crying, baby I’ll bleed you dry The skies are blinking at me I see a storm bubbling up from the sea And it's coming closer And it's coming closer You, shimmy shook my bone Leaving me stranded all in love on my own What do you think of me Where am I now? Baby where do I sleep Feel so good but I'm old, 2000 years of chasing taking its toll And it’s coming closer |
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25.07.2009., subota
Oluja
Dalekovodi zrače električno plavim svjetlom i noć izgleda poput magične strane čarobnjakova plašta, puna pomutnje i varljivog svjetla, izmiješanog u posudi neba, zajedno s malo zvjezdane prašine i slatkim suzama uplašene djece koja, pred strahom od grmljavine, utjehu traže u roditeljskim krevetima. Ali mi smo odavno prerasli svoju dječačku odjeću i bilo bi urnebesno smiješno kada bi ovako odrasli, roditeljima utrčali u spavaće sobe. Pa se zagrljajima međusobno tješimo ispod guste krošnje stare, debele masline koja nam granama zaklanja pogled na rat neba i zemlje koji se upravo odigrava pred našim očima. Opasno je sjediti tu gdje se nalazimo. Ne samo zbog gromova, već zbog oluje koja se zahuktava u nama. Svaki prasak grmljavine poljubac je na našim premladim usnama, a svako sijevanje samo nagovještava novi, kojim ćemo, zbog straha od oluje, lagati se i pretvarati da ćemo tu biti zauvijek, a zapravo ćemo se razići čim oluja prestane. Ali možda…Ne, znam da ni sam neću ostati, a u drhtanju tvojih ruku, dok prelaze preko mog ružnog lica, potvrđujem vlastitu sumnju. Treseš se od hladnoće iako je ljeto, i na sebe nesebično preuzimam tvoje drhtaje. Poljupcima smo izmijenili strahove…Ponudio bih ti svoju staru jaknu jer volim kako ti stoji i jer brinem unatoč svemu, ali ona je mokra poput naše svijetlo obojene kože. Eksplozija taktilnosti, nekontrolirana imaginacija, smrt jedne ljubavi, opijenost trenutkom, kršenje svake od deset Božjih zapovijedi (nije da nam je oboma stalo do toga)…istovremeno smo mrtvi i živi. Rekao bih, '' I ja tebe '' , ali bi itekako znala da lažem.   Cajun Dance Party '' No Joanna '' It feels like this, as I walk the streets and I stalk the leaves on my way home, Look down at my shoes, to see how I move, And it’s always wrong, it’s always wrong, But I can’t go back. I can’t go back, I can’t go back to her she’ll see, she’ll see the way I look, I’ve looked, I’ll always look through my eyes, through my heart but not my sense, I seem to lose, but not when I choose, And it’s always wrong, it’s always wrong, But second source, in the middle of the night, All’s easy but not with this girl, Joanna sits on the wall, Smiling and laughing and asking for more, She’s won the battle, but now comes the fear, It’s over; it’s over, just as I came near, It feels like this, as I walk the streets and I stalk the leaves on my way home, The house is so near, but oceans from here, And it’s always wrong, it’s always wrong, But summer air, when hands are a ‘tangled, You think that you’ve won all the world. Joanna sits on the wall, Smiling and laughing and asking for more, She’s won the battle, but now comes the fear, It’s over; it’s over, just as I came near, But second source, in the middle of the night, It feels like this, It feels like this, My eyes will take a tear from you, My heart will take a beat, or two, My feet will take me back to you tonight, they always do, Joanna sits on the wall, Smiling and laughing and asking for more, She’s won the battle, but now comes the fear, It’s over; it’s over, just as I came near, Your eyes aren’t blue, but I still see seas within... |
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13.07.2009., ponedjeljak
Uzalud prekopani rudnici
Imam samo jednu knjigu pod rukom...morske stijene su pretjerano grbave i pognute, oštre i nemilosrdne prema mojim neobuvenim stopalima. Crnina noći skriva me od pogleda kasnih kupača koji se utonuli u čistom moru nekontrolirano smiju rukama valova što miluju njihova naga tijela. Razodjeven poput kupača, ali ne jer me golotinja zabavlja, već zbog polagane otpornosti na kritiku vlastite odbojnosti, stojim i dalje na toj istoj stijeni recitirajući, poput vuka na mjesecu, nebu zaboravljene rečenice koje više nitko ne čita. Ne treba mi svjetla, i sklopljenih očiju bih mogao pročitati Zlato, samo sigurnost da mi u rukama stoji opipljiv dokaz ljubavi, jer mi je upravo to potrebno kako bih ponovno počeo vjerovati u ono što je nestalno poput mog izmišljenog boga...Pljuskanje mora pod mojim nogama simfonija je koju orkestar prirode večeras za mene svira, a vodi se pridružuje šuma, praskanje zrikavaca u uzavrelim krošnjama starih borova. Inpsiracija živi i umire, ponovno uskrsne da bi se zatim užasnom brzinom strmoglavila u zjapeću prijeteču crninu, ucrtavajući savršeni krug oko mog postojanja pružajući iluziju dobrog i sretnog života koji je samo varka svijetu. Želio bih voljeti, ali ne mogu jer te nema...ja nemam svoje zlato.  |
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...ZAGLEDAJ SE U CRNU RUPU MAĐIONIČAREVA ŠEŠIRA,MOŽDA NAIĐEŠ NA BIJELE ZEČEVE,GOLUBOVE I MIŠEVE,JER U NJEMU MOŽDA NAIĐEŠ NA MAŠTU,MOŽDA NAIĐEŠ NA MENE... ...PJESMA MOG RASPOLOŽENJA... ...IMAM JA I MSN... edi_celic@hotmail.com  CIRCA SURVIVE-THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MEDICINE AND POISON IS IN THE DOSE Move one inch at a time. Don't make shit rhyme. Would it be easy to repeat the first line? My mind's not a well; It won't run dry. Just keep drinking water and you'll be alright. This is paralysis.... with no time at all to let go. Well don't call me by my full name, And all this is temporary. It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing. Well don't talk about it; Write it down but don't ask for help. I can't be honest with even myself. Did you ever wish you were somebody else? Accomplishments are transient. They pulled me in unremittingly. Just lasting this long, I feel relieved to let repetition save me. Well don't call me by my full name, And all this is temporary. It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing. Well don't talk about it; Write it down but don't ask for help. I can't be honest with even myself. Did you ever wish you were somebody else? Move one inch at a time. You'll be just fine. Move one inch at a time. You'll find... They pulled me in but accomplishments are transient. They pulled me in but accomplishments are transient. Well don't call me by my full name, And all this is temporary. It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing. Well don't talk about it; Write it down but don't ask for help. I can't be honest with even myself. Did you ever wish you were... Did you ever wish you were... Did you ever wish you were somebody else? CIRCA SURVIVE-WE'RE ALL THIEVES ost in a haunting thought spinning me around once more I wake, just to feel the way as the daylight comes around I turn with my eyes on the back door your face is light and cocaine white one message beating through smokes filled the air and I'm struggling to breathe let them be calm so I finally can sleep everything you intended to say don’t go back on your words you always said you'd tell me first verse after endless verse I can't escape the echoed words I long, long to find a cure for the feeling I find in these chords I smile as it burns your face is light and cocaine white one message beating through I've been erased I've been erased from the picture excuse, oh no anything goes excuses, you know it doesn’t work excuse, oh no anything goes excuses don’t work. excuse me this will calls out desperate excuse me this will calls out desperate smokes filled the air and I'm struggling to breathe let them be calm so I finally can sleep everything you intended to say don’t go back on your words you always said you'd tell me first smokes filled the air and I'm struggling to breathe let them be calm so I finally can sleep. CIRCA SURVIVE-ACT APPALLED well, you walk straight but not like them to fool them in make it seem like you're in trouble make a sound fake it enough what made you so scared? maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares if you remember (remember) I've been trying to get back to the center but I'm sure it's not like it was before to make them drink tell 'em that it's only water no one leaves til we figure this out what made you so scared? maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares if you remember (remember) I've been trying to get back to the center I'm sure it's not like it was before patience, both we and our words are over produced by influence I'm only asking if you remember (remember) I've been trying to get back to the center but I'm sure it's not like it was |
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