ponedjeljak, 27.11.2006.
eat my gif
nisam pisao neko vrijeme jer zapravo nisam imao ni o cemu pisat
osjecam se nekako plitko i odurno... prozdiru me uspomene
na lijepse dane. bezbrizna lutanja bespucima siska s cosbyima
znam da se ne mogu vratiti u to doba kada je
sve bilo ok ali samo o tome razmisljam... priblizavam se rubu...
imam osjecaj da sam ja za sve to kriv... mozda imam neku
urodenu odbojnost koja tjera sve ljude koji mi nesto vaze od
sebe... sam se sebi gadim...
...vjerovatno s razlogom...
...lately...
...i'm either silent or i'm talking smack...
nemogu naci onu zlatnu sredinu o kojoj govori aristotel
cini se tako daleko, izvan mog dosega...
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a melody?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As a smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practising politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
As the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
...
- 23:22 -
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