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• i am....17,zbunjena,
  musicfan..
  
  love...,muziku,komentare,moje seke,
  prijatelje,palačinke,
  more,dalmaciju,praznike,
  spavanje,dečkiće:)),lito,proliće,
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  koncerte,čitati,crtati,biti hiperaktivna,
  bražil,argentinu,čile,putovati,...itd.puno toga
  
  hate..boring peopledvolične people,,
  snobove,depresiju,
  matematiku,školu po malo...
  
  slušam..mamu i ćaću kad dobiju plaću.
  pank rok i te šeme.
  mrzin slušat stalno iste pisme.
  ponekad volin i klasičnu
  
  iden u klasičnu gim..
  
  trenutno iman crvenu kosu
  nosin naočale
  grizen nokte
  ne češljam kosu
  najbolja pisma sultans of swing i vjerojatno one
  od kojih objavin tekstove i to ma ima puno tih
  pisama da ni sama ne znan više
  
  najdraže boje su mi žuta crvena i ljubčibasta
  često san živčana
  gušt mi je spuštat kad mi neko nešto kaže..
  
  malo teže sklapam prijateljstva jer sam malo šaj..ali to nastojim svladat;)
  često visin na internetu pa me moje prije tiraju van..
  uglavnom..moj blog čitajte u mozilla firefox pa nećete i
  mat problema oko čitanja i traženja posta..i povećajte prozor..
  (ovo pišen već 5put)
  
  
  moj mejl..zapravo dva..na iskonu-angelinaa@net.hr i
  drugi-ajvar_girl@hotmail.com(ne pitajte zašto ajvar..)
  
  fnc diverzant-biba
  Opet sam u svijetu drame
  Ni trenutka ne oklijevam
  Za sve one naše dane
  Ja ti ovu pjesmu pjevam
  Slušaj sada i ne plači
  Ja sam onaj koji puši
  Znam da ništa ti ne znači
  Al još nosim te na duši
  
  Slušaj sada i ne plači
  Ja sam onaj koji puši
  Znam da ništa ti ne znači
  Al još nosim te na duši.
  
  Ostala si još u meni
  Ko nedovršena priča
  Ostala si kao dio
  Ove pjesme, ovog kiča
  Sada savršeno sjetan
  Predajem se hladnoj noći
  Znam da tebe više nema
  I da nećes doći
  
  I dok gledam nebo
  Tražim vrijeme da se vrati
  Pitam sebe dal će ikad
  Ova pjesma stvarno stati
  Čekam da se sunce vrati
  Spoji dvije sjene
  Da osjetim kako Biba
  Stoji tu kraj mene.
  I dok gledam nebo
  Tražim vrijeme da se vrati
  Pitam sebe dal će ikad
  Ova pjesma stvarno stati
  Čekam da se sunce vrati
  Spoji dvije sjene.
  
  Slušaj sada i ne plači
  Ja sam onaj koji puši
  Znam da ništa ti ne znači
  Al još nosim te na duši.
  
  
  rhcp-otherside
  How long how long will I slide
  Separate my side I don’t
  I don’t believe it’s bad
  Slit my throat
  It’s all I ever
  
  I heard your voice through a photograph
  I thought it up it brought up the past
  Once you know you can never go back
  I’ve got to take it on the otherside
  
  Centuries are what it meant to me
  A cemetery where I marry the sea
  Stranger things could never change my mind
  I’ve got to take it on the otherside
  Take it on the otherside
  Take it on
  Take it on
  
  Chorus
  
  Pour my life into a paper cup
  The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts
  She wants to know am I still a slut
  I’ve got to take it on the otherside
  
  Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed
  A candidate for my soul mate bled
  Push the trigger and pull the thread
  I’ve got to take it on the otherside
  Take it on the otherside
  Take it on
  Take it on
  
  Chorus
  
  Turn me on take me for a hard ride
  Burn me out leave me on the otherside
  I yell and tell it that
  It’s not my friend
  I tear it down I tear it down
  And then it’s born again
  
  Chorus
  
  How long I don’t believe it’s bad
  Slit my throat
  It’s all I ever
  
  
  
  
  Rijetko se smijes
  i samo hladno govoris
  dal' nesto krijes
  od cega zelis pobjeci
  
  ako cekas ruznu rijec
  od mene je neces dobiti
  znam da ima nacina
  shvatit cu,samo reci mi
  
  Da li me volis,il' samo me razumijes
  
  Nervozno lupas prstima
  sve ti je na vrh jezika
  skupi malo hrabrosti
  reci i ja cu nestati
  
  al' ako cekas ruznu rijec
  pa da puknes kao grom
  od mene je neces dobiti
  shvatit cu,samo reci mi
  
  Da li me volis,il' samo me razumiješs
  
  
  Pablo Neruda
  
  Ove noći mogu napisati najtužnije stihove.
  Napisati na primjer: "Noć je puna zvijezda,
  trepere modre zvijezde u daljini".
  Noćni vjetar kruži nebom i pjeva.
  
  Ove noći mogu napisati najtužnije stihove.
  Volio sam je, a katkad je i ona mene voljela.
  U noćima, kao ova, držao sam je u svom naručju.
  Ljubio sam je, koliko puta, pod beskrajnim nebom.
  
  Voljela me je, a katkada sam i ja nju volio.
  Kako da ne ljubim njene velike nepomične oči.
  Ove noći mogu napisati najtužnije stihove.
  Pomisao da je nema. Osjećaj da sam je izgubio.
  
  Slušati beskrajnu noć, bez nje još beskrajniju.
  I stih pada na dušu kao rosa na livadu.
  Nije važno što je moja ljubav nije mogla zadržati.
  Noć je zvjezdovita i ona nije uz mene.
  
  I to je sve.U daljini netko pjeva. U daljini.
  Moja je duša nespokojna što ju je izgubila.
  Kao da je želi približiti moj je pogled traži.
  Moje srce je traži, a ona nije uz mene.
  
  Ista noć odijeva bjelinom ista stabla.
  Mi sami, oni od nekada, nismo više isti.
  Više je ne volim, zaista, a možda je ipak volim.
  Tako je kratka ljubav, a tako dug zaborav.
  
  Jer sam je u noćima, kao ova, držao u svom naručju,
  moja je duša nespokojna što ju je izgubila.
  Iako je ovo posljednja bol koju mi ona zadaje,
  i ovi stihovi posljednji koje za nju pišem
  
  
  
  You get a shiver in the dark
  It’s been raining in the park but meantime
  South of the river you stop and you hold everything
  A band is blowing dixie double four time
  You feel all right when you hear that music ring
  
  You step inside but you don’t see too many faces
  Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
  Too much competition too many other places
  But not too many horns can make that sound
  Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town
  
  You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
  Mind he’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
  And an old guitar is all he can afford
  When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
  
  And harry doesn’t mind if he doesn’t make the scene
  He’s got a daytime job he’s doing alright
  He can play honky tonk just like anything
  Saving it up for friday night
  With the sultans with the sultans of swing
  
  And a crowd of young boys they’re fooling around in the corner
  Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
  They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playing band
  It ain’t what they call rock and roll
  And the sultans played creole
  
  And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
  And says at last just as the time bell rings
  ’thank you goodnight now it’s time to go home’
  And he makes it fast with one more thing
  ’we are the sultans of swing’
  
  Pogledaj u moje oći
  Zašto skrivaš pogled taj
  Pogledaj u moje lice
  I pokaži osmijeh svoj
  
  Djevojko u sutonu tihom
  Pokraj rijeke što koraćaš
  S tužnom sjenom na licu svom
  I kosom nježnom
  I kosom plavom
  Kao lan
  
  
  Jedina moja tebi sviram ja
  Jedina moja tebi pjevam ja
  Jedina moja tebi sviram ja
  Jedina moja tebi pjevam ja
  
  
  
  
  I see trees of green,
  Red roses too,
  I see them bloom
  For me and you
  And I think to myself
  What a wonderful world.
  
  
  I see skies of blue
  And clouds of white,
  The bright blessed day
  The dark sacred night
  And I think to myself
  What a wonderful world.
  
  
  The colors of the rainbow,
  So pretty in the sky,
  Are also on the faces
  Of people going by.
  I see friends shaking hands,
  Saying "How do you do?"
  They're really saying,
  "I love you."
  
  
  I hear babies cry,
  I watch them grow.
  They'll learn much more
  Than I'll ever know.
  And I think to myself,
  What a wonderful world.
  Yes, I think to myself,
  What a wonderful world.
  
  
  

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  evo:
  donnie
  lithium
  maj švister lidia
  hakerica
  freddy
  screwed one
  dora
  mirelica
  leich
  bubimirkova
  kate zd
  born to be wild
  DORA
  
  
  Babe I'm gonna leave you
  Babe, baby, baby, I'm gonna leave you.
  I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
  I'll leave you when the summertime,
  Leave you when the summer comes a-rollin',
  Leave you when the summer comes along.
  
  Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, baby eatin' baby
  I don't wanna leave you,
  I ain't jokin' woman, I've got to ramble.
  Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I'll be leavin',
  Really got to ramble.
  I can hear it callin' me the way it used to do,
  I can hear it callin' me back ho--oo-ome!
  
  Babe...I'm gonna leave you
  Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you
  Oh, I can hear it callin' me
  I said, don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?
  Oh!
  
  I know, I know, I'll never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
  Gonna leave you babe
  But, I got to go away from this place,
  I've got to quit you, yeah
  Oh!! Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
  Oh, don't you hear it callin' me?
  Oh, woman, woman, I know, I know
  It feels good to have you back again
  And I know that one day baby, it's gonna really grow, yes it is.
  We gonna go walkin' through the park every day.
  Come what may, every day, oh
  My, my - my - my, my babe
  I'm gonna leave you woman...
  I'm gonna quit you baby
  It was really, really good.
  You made me happy every single day.
  But now... I've got to go away!
  Oh, oh
  
  Baby, baby, baby,
  That's when it's callin' me
  I said that's when it's callin' me back home...
  
  
  
  
  stairway to heaven
  
  There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
  
  
  And she's buying a stairway to heaven
  When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
  With a word she can get what she came for
  Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven
  
  There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
  'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
  In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
  Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
  Ooh, it makes me wonder
  Ooh, it makes me wonder
  
  There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
  And my spirit is crying for leaving
  In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
  And the voices of those who stand looking
  Ooh, it makes me wonder
  Ooh, it really makes me wonder
  
  And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
  Then the piper will lead us to reason
  And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
  And the forest will echo with laughter
  
  If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
  It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
  Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
  There's still time to change the road you're on
  And it makes me wonder
  
  Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
  The piper's calling you to join him
  Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
  Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
  
  And as we wind on down the road
  Our shadows taller than our soul
  There walks a lady we all know
  Who shines white light and wants to show
  How everything still turns to gold
  And if you listen very hard
  The tune will come to you at last
  When all are one and one is all
  To be a rock and not to roll
  
  And she's buying a stairway to heaven
  
  
  turn the page
  
  On a long and lonesome highway east of omaha
  You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song
  You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
  
  But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
  When you’re riding sixteen hours and there’s nothing much to do
  And you don’t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
  
  Here I am - on the road again
  There I am - up on the stage
  Here I go - playing star again
  There I go - turn the page
  
  So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the road
  And you feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the cold
  You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to explode
  
  Yeah, most times you can’t hear ’em talk, other times you can
  All the same old clichés, is it woman? is it man?
  And you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a stand
  Make your stand
  
  Here I am - on the road again
  There I am - up on the stage
  Here I go - playing star again
  There I go - turn the page
  
  Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you’re a million miles away
  Every ounce of energy you try to give away
  As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah
  
  Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
  With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
  You smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
  What she said
  
  He-ey
  
  Yeah
  And here I am - on the road again
  There I am - up on a stage
  Here I go - playing star again
  There I go - turn the page
  There I go - turn that page
  There I go, yeah, yeah
  There I go, yeah, yeah
  There I go, yeah
  There I go, yeah
  There I go, oo-oo-ooh
  There I go
  And I’m gone
  
  
  
  nostalgična
  
  Ima bit da san potrošija
  I ono malo suza za navodnit dolinu sevdaha
  I bluesa
  svit je tužan, tu nikad neće bit pravde
  za one koji žele samo da žive I rade I ljube,
  I smiju se svemu ka vicu
  A ja se pitan ima li smisla pravit dicu
  Donosit ih na svit di su život I sloboda
  Ka roba, koju će neki moćnik prodat
  I ove stare melodije bude memorije
  čiste nostalgije,
  I ne znan šta mi je
  Stari s bafima, stara s ogromnom trajnom
  Sestra I ja, cili umazan slajom
  I sve je daleko I tajno
  Znan ni onda nije sve bilo bajno,
  al ditetu sve je sjajno i pari mi se puno lipše
  I ove kapi kiše ka da šapću: “Nikad više…”
  Jer sve prolazi, ostaje samo u nama
  U srcima , u umu, I foto albumu
  Priča svaka slika, da ne zaboravin nikad
  Nasmijana lica nekih starih prika
  Nekih nema više, ostale su sjene
  Mora bit da je s njima nesta
  I dio mene
  Al vrate ga kiše,
  I vitar s juga
  Neka stara pisma, nostalgija I tuga.
  
  Nekad se pitan jel tribalo sve baš tako bit pa mislin,
  tribalo je bit, jer je proklet ovi svit
  I dobri ljudi uvik izvuku deblji kraj
  Zato se nadan da postoji I pakal I raj
  Neki viši sud, Božja pravda
  Da presudi I kazni svakog onog gada
  Željnog rata I žednog krvi
  Al ko je bez grijeha nek baci kamen prvi
  Ironično zaista, da citira Krista
  Jedan od onih šta je odgojen u obitelji ateista
  I to u mraku, u miješanom braku
  U nekoj dalekoj zemlji, sad je samo u zraku
  I baš me je tamo donila roda
  Da ne mrzin I buden pošten, iskren I odan
  A razliku između zla I dobra
  Nisan naučija ni od fratra, ni hodže, ni popa
  A kad su zavladali oni šta su pali s kruške
  Božji ljudi su blagoslovili puške
  Janjce slali u smrt, za svoga Boga, jedinoga
  Za ludilo svoga ideologa kad bijesni mržnja
  razum nije lijek
  I ludilo uvik promijeni tijek
  Povijesti, i ispiše novu krvavu stranu
  U zemlji seljaka na brdovitom Balkanu.
  Zato letin visoko iznad napaćenog tla
  Daleko od poimanja dobra i zla visoko gore,
  ka Suncu, u nebesa di se gužvaju poruke SMS-a
  iz ovog vrimena izlazin van
  I zaranjan u neki davni, zaboravljeni san
  Neki bolji dan, pun smija I vica
  Di su sritni ljudi I njihova dica
  I gledaju u sutra, ozarena lica
  Puni nade, u tom svitu pravde
  Jednakosti, bratstva I slobode
  U svit ljubavi me misli vode
  I još uvik virujen da će na ovoj planeti
  Jednog dana svi ljudi moć živit sretni
  Razum, ljubav I znanje i