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moj mejl...ako vas nešto zanima... =)
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Filozofski fakultet
Moj Krašić
Moja srednja škola...šmrc...
Red Horse
Jaska
Vodič - Zagreb
Ministarstvo obrazovanja, znanosti i športa
Večernji
Net
Forum
Magic chat
neki blogeri koji mi nisu samo mrlje u masi... =)
Catcher
azy
queen of absurd
Bitter sweet symphony
Julia's Memorial**
Vladimir Ordanić
.dead ballerina.
Snow White Queen
Zena_drugog_sistema
HugWhore
...and two special freaks...
Led Zeppelinkovac
aaa...haramija...
ulomci ponekih pjesama prokletih...
THE DOORS:"THE END"
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...
PINK FLOYD:"WISH YOU WERE HERE"
So, so you think you can tell,
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here...
Haustor : BI MOGO DA MOGU
uvijek sam a nikad do kraja,
večer u gradu ti donese neki lijek
u nekom kutu gdje samoća se zbraja...
uvijek s malo premalo para,
kad upale se svijetla, ode dim
a miris noći opet postaje stvaran
ko mnogo puta do sada,
on sanja, kako beskrajno pada...
bilo je rano jutro tada
kad je ostavio sve,
čulo se samo kako ptice pjevaju,
onda je stajao još dugo
s druge strane ulice,
pustio suze da se same slijevaju...
ja bi mogo da mogu,
ja bi znao da znam...
Let3: "DIJETE U VREMENU"
Gledam u tužnu jesenju noć
s pokisle grane lišće odpada
u daljini čujem muziku neku
i pitam sebe, gdje li si sada
Ja svakog dana proklinjem sebe
zašto te drugom prepustih lako
pjevao sam pjesme, nado se boljem
i bezbroj puta uz gitaru plako
Nisi me voljela u ono vrijeme
a ja sam želio samo jedno...
sad kada nismo ni mladi ko nekada
dođi da ostarimo zajedno...
Da li još pamtiš ljubavi moja
kako smo ruže zajedno brali
gdje li si sada mladosti moja
zašto su tebe od mene ukrali...
Pink Floyd: "SORROW"
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking...
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough...
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered...
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls...
It's not enough it's not enough
His hand has faltered...
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be...
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken...
Calling tears from deep inside, oh, you're so exquisite
And in the mirror, all midnight eyes
Oh, if I could remain, but it's just a visit
All midnight eyes read "vacancy"
Twisted, twisting
To the lovely dancing lights, I begged, "May I cut in?"
But they never stopped playing "their song"
Of a joyous song the sing, I've heard whispers
On a freezing note, I resonate
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end
Just like a memory, it twists me
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end
Twist... twisting me
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic
Onto the melting boy, and melt away
You light as gently, you're so cinematic
Bathed in your radiance, I melt
In the glitter, in the dark, sunk into velvet
Praying this will never end
In the shadow of a star, in static pallor
I realized I never began
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end
Just like a memory, it twists me
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end
Twist... twisting me
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic
Onto the melting boy, and melt away
You light as gently, you're so cinematic
Bathed in your radiance, I melt
All the colours upon leaving, all will turn to grey
All the colours upon leaving, all will turn to grey
(All grey) All the colours (All grey) upon leaving
(All grey) all will turn to grey
(All grey) All the colours (All grey) upon leaving
(All grey) all will turn to grey... grey...
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic
Onto the melting boy, and melt away
You light as gently, you're so cinematic
Bathed in your radiance
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic
You land as lightly as the new snow, and melt away
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic
Bathed in your radiance, I melt...
prva i jedina osobina koju izazito cijenim jest sposobnost empatije i razumijevanja, neki bi rekli solidarnost, neki bi rekli liberalnost, a neki glupost i kolebljivost...
za mene je to snaga, mogućnost da prihvatiš drugoga točno kakav je, bez da ga poželiš promijeniti, mogućnost da mijenjaš sebe, sposobnost da razumiješ drugoga iako on tebe ne...
a takvih je ljudi malo...i onda se netko čudi kad velim da se osjećam izobačeno iz svijeta...
ma jebite se i vi i svijet i vaša uskogrudnost, ja ću plutati u svom svemiru...
ja želim svijet prihvaćati neposredno, bez granica i mitova koje je postavilo glupo stado (društvo)...
ja želim promijeniti svijet, želim biti besmrtna...
buahaha...
a ponajprije želim da mi se popravi smisao za humor...
...neka malo ljepote ostane i kad sve ode k vragu... prolazni lahor ljudske dobrote...
ne treba me shvaćati ozbiljno..jer tko sam ja? tko ste vi? samo pješak na šahovnici...
pretvarajte se da ste kraljevi...
aj dont giv a dam...
imam sve što mi treba... glazba i ja...knjiga i ja...svijet i ja... ja i ja... i ne želim misliti na drugo...
haha, prokletsvo deep shit-a me neprestano prati...
ah, to nisam ja...
ne, nat enimore, end nat vat aj vont to be...
koji promašen slučaj... hehe, euforično...
gdje si li sada mladosti moja?
nije moguće osjećati se tako starim, tako potrošenim, koroziranim...tako rupičastim... ne...
ah, što ti je život...
konfuzija...
s nat so hepi endom...
bezveze...
zakržljala sam, moje se mentalne mogućnosti raspadaju bez mogućnosti napretka...
a nema napretka u pričama tipa sevkinog 'gasa, gasa'...
šit...
ionak neću niš napravit u životu...al neka život je jedan i lijep je, postoji glazba...postoje mirisi i zvukovi i ljudi, nažalost...
ajm alajv...
for a vajl...
etlist aj tink ajm alajv...
budite sretni, i živi, ili bar to mislite...ja idem kržljavit svoj mentalitet i dalje...
haha...