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utorak, 05.10.2004.

Čekati da svane idući dan

Nešto čudno je oko tebe. Nije ni tama, al nije ni svjetlo...više kao, odsutnost prisutnosti... i polako shvaćaš da zapravo trebaš otvoriti oči i da će tek onda, ostatak realnosti prodrijeti u tebe. Kao da... kao da tvoje vidno polje zapravo ograničava misli, kao da je vid sve što ti preostaje da ne potoneš u nekakav čudni zaborav.
Nisi mamuran, ali nisi ni najtrijeznije biće na ovom planetu. Ne sjećaš se sinoćnje večeri, ne sjećaš se nikoga ni ničega, samo magloviti obrisi i riječi koje nemaju zvuka, sve je provičeno kroz maglu. Pokušavaš otvoriti oči ali ne ide, um ne dopušta, volja se lomi i opušta. Vraća se unatrag i opet smo na početku.
U tami.
Ruke su opuštene. Ne osjećaš ih. Bruj košnice je ništa prema buci u tvojoj glavi. Možeš li ustati. Možeš li se prisiliti da još jednom sa smiješkom dočekaš novi dan...Ili je jedino što ti zapravo preostaje, prepustiti igru onima sposobnijima od tebe, umrijeti u zaboravu i napustiti dolinu suza.
Ili se jednostavno trebaš napiti vode i izbljuvati ostatke loše votke iz želuca...

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When I first came to London I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
And I soon ended up on the old main drag

There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'll work for a five
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag

In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag

One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
And the ruined my good looks for the old main drag

In the tube station the old ones who were on their way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag

And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze
I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag

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