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zackoljicofil	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 14:05:22
25 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First)
Johnny Difool	Posted - 27/10/2016 : 22:28:21 Čudesno. Fantastičnom Josipu Gendi ne mogu odoljeti.
Johnny Difool	Posted - 27/10/2016 : 22:24:38 Dalmatino povišću pritrujena Izlizana Bašćanska tavuleta rvackeg ditinjevanja, zaudobjeni friži glagojaški serpentini; isfrolani patakuni, žurke i kadeni. Izlizani Ideali i misali po rvackin oputinan; sokolaški procesjuni, pricešćeni demonštracjuni od taverni, do taverni! Svitlosju kerv častna vikovični terpećemu naslidovati pogerda Balkanike. Pute, laze pizon dubli tovari, gustirne žedne mijun sići i lati; konkulana škina težakov od motik po žurnatin, žurnatin pritrujena! Prage kalet žnjutin dubli Puntari, naboj dalmatine rebati na drači, kroz kadene dicu čičan pasli, a judi driti ka kolone; Dalmatino povišću pritrujena! Intradu pravice s tilin štrukali Dalmatino povišću pritrujena! Rod puntarski resa na drači; Dalmatino povišću pritrujena! Ditinstvon gladnin povist štukali; Dalmatino povišću pritrujena! Kroz kadene dicu čičan pasli, a judi driti ka kolone, Dalmatino povišću pritrujena!
Beva	Posted - 04/10/2016 : 13:53:28 I jedan od najboljih mi Štulićevih tekstova, samo mi prva četiri stiha i nisu baš nešto, ali na sve nakon toga se naježim: 3N zbog čega primatima nikada ne isključuju elektriku oni u principu ionako rijetko čitaju a i to što čitaju krive stvari čitaju pa zašto im onda ne isključuju elektriku želite li dobro svojoj djeci zaslužni želite li možda najbolje ne ja treniram da gađam ne ja treniram da mrzim ne ja treniram da slušam ponekad sam usamljen a i plašim se držim te na stolu gospode sanjao sam fini party mnogo ljudi nigdje žandara sanjao sam sretna lica dugo nisam takva gledao znam za smijeh zbog čega da se smijem znam za ples nikom se ne pleše znam za noć vidim tu je oko mene kao nesreća na putu kao život ili smrt ja se zovem pola horvat ljubila sam mrtvog čovjeka stigao je po zadatku cijelo vrijeme sam ga čekala proljeće ili možda jesen ne znam sjećam se gorjele su svijeće a ruke njegove tako muške i prozračne kao putokaz za nešto za logor ili smrt prisjećam se mnogih stvari ali pamtim jedan doživljaj by the way nisam bio krupna zvjerka morao sam ići do kraja bila je tako lijepa te večeri kao kad tamna voda izvire kao kad neobično zabljesne kao izvještaj centrali kao udar sudbina
Beva	Posted - 04/10/2016 : 13:43:53 Inače, od domaćih klasika, Štulić: Kad fazani lete Zašto tražiš karizmu u sebi punjena ptico mogućnost prosvijećenosti razdvaja te u beskraj od žudnje za misijom miris zemlje koncentrični krugovi gluposti i neznanja kao prstenje ono dalje ne razumijem izgleda mi da je mrtva straža rekoh sebi moj bože koliko demagogije sustavno poređane u artiljerijske salve koliko pokradenih misli iza koji ne stoji ništa osim mržnje sujete vlasti i koliko pokvarenosti treba da se izlije pred naše noge i kako je do neprepoznavanja dovedena suština prevare i rijeka nije bila rijeka u samom početku i nije nužno da ne bude ponornica do kraja što se događa kad mrtvi fazani lete iznad naših glava kad mrtvi fazani lete a nijedan ne pada I što se događa kad očajanje zahvati ljude kad očajanje neumitno prelazi u kajanje gledajući iz daljine konture na sceni padaju mi na pamet vodene boje umazane ruke brzo se peru Hladan kao led krenuo sam u vienu da pronađem svoju djevu nisam znao što da radim išao sam tamo prvi put hladan kao led ubilo me beznađe austrija zemlja teška za hodače sivih cesta klasni mir i takve trice ustajala žabokrečina hladan kao led ubilo me beznađe stara viena dobro ime ima lijepo ime koje znaju svi al' djevojke na ulicama ničemu ne vrijede i kriplovi su česti i svakodnevna stvar rekoh spasi bože oesterreich
Beva	Posted - 04/10/2016 : 13:35:12 quote: Originally posted by Mrkva Jako mushy, ali i osobno za sve nas koji smo nekoga izgubili (disclaimer zbog mushynessa EDIT: vjerojatno mushinessa, kao happiness, a ne happyness): In the morning when you finally go And the nurse runs in with her head hung low And the cardinal hits the window In the morning in the winter shade On the first of March, on the holiday I thought I saw you breathing All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications when I see his face In the morning in the window All the glory when he took our place But he took my shoulders and he shook my face And he takes and he takes and he takes Ova mi je Sufjanova još bolja, pjesmu je napisao nakon razgovora s majkom koja je umirala u bolnici, a koja ga je napustila kao dijete: The evil it spread like a fever ahead It was night when you died, my firefly What could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? "Well you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We’re all gonna die" Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction Now, where am I? My fading supply "Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry? And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right My little Versailles" The hospital asked should the body be cast Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth Do you find it all right, my dragonfly? "Shall we look at the moon, my little loon Why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife While it is light Well you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We’re all gonna die"
Sneaksie Thiefsie	Posted - 26/09/2016 : 22:39:37 Ivan Mládek - Jožin z bažin Jedu takhle tábořit Škodou 100 na Oravu Spěchám, proto riskuji, projíždím přes Moravu Řádí tam to strašidlo, vystupuje z bažin, žere hlavně Pražáky, jmenuje se Jožin! Jožin z bažin močálem se plíží, Jožin z bažin k vesnici se blíží, Jožin z bažin už si zuby brousí, Jožin z bažin kouše, saje, rdousí. Na Jožina z bažin, koho by to napadlo, platí jen a pouze práškovací letadlo. Projížděl jsem dědinou cestou na Vizovice, přivítal mě předseda, řek mi u Slivovice, živého či mrtvého Jožina kdo přivede, tomu já dám za ženu dcéru a půl JZD. Jožin z bažin močálem se plíží, Jožin z bažin k vesnici se blíží, Jožin z bažin už si zuby brousí, Jožin z bažin kouše, saje, rdousí. Na Jožina z bažin, koho by to napadlo, platí jen a pouze práškovací letadlo Říkám: Dej mi, předsedo, letadlo a prášek, Jožina ti přivedu, nevidím v tom háček. Předseda mi vyhověl, ráno jsem se vznesl, na Jožina z letadla prášek pěkně klesl. Jožin z bažin už je celý bílý, Jožin z bažin z močálu ven pílí, Jožin z bažin, dostal se na kámen, Jožin z bažin, tady je s ním ámen! Jožina jsem dohnal, už ho držím, johoho, dobré každé love, prodám já ho do ZOO. Dar Williams - The Christians & The Pagans Amber called her uncle Said, "We're up here for the holiday Jane and I were having solstice Now we need a place to stay" And her Christ-loving uncle Watched his wife hang Mary on a tree He watched his son hang candy canes All made with red dye number three He told his niece, "It's Christmas eve I know our life is not your style" She said, "Christmas is like solstice And we miss you and it's been awhile" So the Christians and the pagans Sat together at the table Finding faith and common ground The best that they were able And just before the meal was served Hands were held and prayers were said Sending hope for peace on earth To all their Gods and Goddesses The food was great, the tree plugged in The meal had gone without a hitch Till Timmy turned to Amber and said "Is it true that you're a witch?" His mom jumped up and said "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen And it was Jane who spoke, she said "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian" "But we love trees, we love the snow The friends we have, the world we share And you find magic from your God And we find magic everywhere" So the Christians and the pagans Sat together at the table Finding faith and common ground The best that they were able And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning 'Cause now when Christians sit with pagans Only pumpkin pies are burning When Amber tried to do the dishes Her aunt said, "Really no, don't bother" Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father He thought about his brother How they hadn't spoken in a year He thought he'd call him up and say "It's Christmas and your daughter's here" He thought of fathers, sons and brothers Saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying "Can I be a pagan?" dad said "We'll discuss it when they leave" So the Christians and the pagans Sat together at the table Finding faith and common ground The best that they were able Lighting trees in darkness Learning new ways from the old And making sense of history And drawing warmth out of the cold
DODSFERD	Posted - 26/09/2016 : 21:23:36 Čuo sam tu stvar prije nekoliko godina, samo ne znam zašto je bend toliko ljut na mađarsku privrednu komoru.
zackoljicofil	Posted - 26/09/2016 : 19:17:04 quote: Originally posted by DODSFERD Skoro sve sa Death albuma Individual Thought Patterns, kao što bi Chuck rekao u naslovnoj stvari Where is the invisible line that we must draw to create individual thought patterns. Da previše ne filozofiram (iako zadnja stvar nosi takvo ime) svi tekstovi s albuma su ovdje http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/death/individualthoughtpatterns.html I za kraj klasika. Ovo je jače
DODSFERD	Posted - 26/09/2016 : 13:23:18 Skoro sve sa Death albuma Individual Thought Patterns, kao što bi Chuck rekao u naslovnoj stvari Where is the invisible line that we must draw to create individual thought patterns. Da previše ne filozofiram (iako zadnja stvar nosi takvo ime) svi tekstovi s albuma su ovdje http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/death/individualthoughtpatterns.html I za kraj klasika.
Hrvojek	Posted - 26/09/2016 : 10:23:37 LED ZEPPELIN No Quarter Close the door, put out the light. You know they won't be home tonight. The snow falls hard and don't you know? The winds of Thor are blowing cold. They're wearing steel that's bright and true They carry news that must get through. They choose the path where no-one goes. They hold no quarter. Walking side by side with death, The devil mocks their every step The snow drives back the foot that's slow, The dogs of doom are howling more They carry news that must get through, To build a dream for me and you They choose the path where no-one goes. They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter. The pain, the pain without quarter. They ask no quarter. The dogs of doom are howling more!
Poli	Posted - 26/09/2016 : 09:10:23 Da ne bude sve samo ozbiljno ... Krankšvester - Disko Rak Ref. Necu prestat cagat' sve dok ne umrem od raka disko raka, motherfucker Bas me briga sto sam takav disko floor ce za mnom plakat' za mnom plakat, motherfucker Jedva cekam subotu jer picimo u disko cijeli tjedan sljakam kao crnac, trebam odmor hitno stalno mobitel mi zvoni, ekipa pita sta cu cugat' ja cu apsint, ti ces konjak, on ce donijet' nest' za pljugat' Rugat' idemo se van, prije toga u moj stan zderat cemo gljive, takav sjeban cekat' dan krecemo do kluba jer me ceka plesni podij kad me vide svi unutra, odmah nude nest za popit' Roknem jednu kratku s nogu i zategnem si pertle pocnem svoju cagu na hit od David Guette nadje se i kreten koji zeli sa mnom betlat' kad mi vidis prvi korak care, morat ces odjebat' Bolje odi mi po cugu, nemo's nista kad me krene volim kad svi naprave krug oko mene skinuo sam kosulju i sad sam gol do pasa nakon sedam sati cage znojan, ceka me terasa Ref. Cijeli tjedan radimo i molimo se Kristu u subotu nas nadji kako plesemo u disku domovina je tamo gdje je zabava i ples pokopaj me na floor-u, nek' mi tamo bude lijes Obuk'o sam svoje disko patike pa moram bustati taj move i postati kralj floor-a ne bih mog'o zivjet' da mi neko uzme disko odmah bi' se ubio na drogu, novce spisk'o Mor'o bih se upucat' u srce noz si zabit' jer sto je nekom kisik, za mene je clubbing Ref. Necu prestat cagat' ni da otpadnu mi noge k'o sto nisam prest'o zderat' kad sam ost'o bez zubi od droge samo poslusaj me Boze, imam jednu jedinu zelju a to je, da posjetim svaki disko klub na ovom planetu Ples je moja vjera, plesni podij kao crkva sto je fratru crna halja, to su za mene hlace mrkva daj DJ-u budi prijatelj, ispovijedaj mi dusu rec' cu ti sa pokretima stvari sto me mucu Kad sam bio dijete, rekao sam tati DJ mi je otac, a klub je kao mati tu sam diplomirao, smjer diskologija Sett je disko zvijer, kralj plesnog podija Da me pitas sto bih radje, ples'o ili dis'o rek'o bih ti brate, meni je to isto Ref.
manhunter	Posted - 26/09/2016 : 07:15:21 "Je Suis Malade" Je ne rêve plus Je ne fume plus Je n'ai même plus d'histoire Je suis seule sans toi Je suis laide sans toi Comme une orpheline dans un dortoir Je n'ai plus envie De vivre ma vie Ma vie cesse quand tu pars Je n'ai plus de vie Et même mon lit Se transforme en quai de gare Quand tu t'en vas Je suis malade Complètement malade Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir Je suis malade Complètement malade J'arrive on ne sait jamais quand Tu pars on ne sait jamais où Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans Que tu t'en fous Comme à un rocher Comme à un péché Je suis accroché à toi Je suis fatiguée, je suis épuisée De faire semblant d'être heureuse Quand ils sont là Je bois toutes les nuits Et tous les whiskys Pour moi ont le même goût Et tous les bateaux Portent ton drapeau Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout Je suis malade Complètement malade Je verse mon sang dans ton corps Et je suis comme un oiseau mort Quand toi tu dors Je suis malade Parfaitement malade Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots Pourtant moi j'avais du talent Avant ta peau Cet amour me tue Si ça continue Je crèverai seule avec moi Près de ma radio Comme un gosse idiot Écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera Je suis malade Complètement malade Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir Je suis malade C'est ça Je suis malade Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots Et j'ai le coeur complètement malade Cerné de barricades T'endends Je suis malade
Johnny Difool	Posted - 26/09/2016 : 00:00:27 Je T'Aime... Moi Non Plus [Jane] Je t'aime je t'aime, oh oui je t'aime [Serge] Moi non plus [Jane] Oh mon amour [Serge] Comme la vague irrésolue Je vais, je vais et je viens entre tes reins Je vais et je viens entre tes reins et je me retiens [Jane] Je t'aime je t'aime, oh oui je t'aime [Serge] Moi non plus [Jane] Oh mon amour, tu es la vague, moi l'île nue Tu vas, tu vas et tu viens entre mes reins Tu vas et tu viens entre mes reins et je te rejoins Je t'aime je t'aime, oh oui je t'aime [Serge] Moi non plus [Jane] Oh mon amour [Serge] Comme la vague irrésolue Je vais, je vais et je viens entre tes reins Je vais et je viens entre tes reins et je me retiens [Jane] Tu vas, tu vas et tu viens entre mes reins Tu vas et tu viens entre mes reins et je te rejoins Je t'aime je t'aime, oh oui je t'aime [Serge] Moi non plus [Jane] Oh mon amour [Serge] L'amour physique est sans issue Je vais je vais et je viens entre tes reins Je vais et je viens, je me retiens [Jane] Non! Maintenant viens.
raic1922	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 22:23:55 Mišo Kovač: Tvoje lice Ti imaš lice jasno kao dan ko nebo poslje kiše i sve o tebi odavno već znam sve na tvome licu piše Na tvome licu znam kad umre cvjet pod suncem što nas grije jer tvoje lice odaje taj svjet što u svome srcu kriješ Gledao sam kako spavaš kad su dolazile ptice da probude osmjeh tvoj Gledao sam kako plačeš gledao sam tvoje lice i vidio život svoj
Mrkva	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 22:18:20 Jako mushy, ali i osobno za sve nas koji smo nekoga izgubili (disclaimer zbog mushynessa EDIT: vjerojatno mushinessa, kao happiness, a ne happyness): In the morning when you finally go And the nurse runs in with her head hung low And the cardinal hits the window In the morning in the winter shade On the first of March, on the holiday I thought I saw you breathing All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications when I see his face In the morning in the window All the glory when he took our place But he took my shoulders and he shook my face And he takes and he takes and he takes
tex2	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 22:07:49 KUD IDIJOTI: LIK Hej, treba nam lik lik za spomenik da li se dobrovoljno javljaš to podrazumijeva neke pozicije imaš li predispozicije ili bar kakvu-takvu kvalifikaciju želiš li to odavna ili si gomila govana koja samo koristi gužvu i situaciju ako stvari propadnu naći ćemo se na dnu ti koji si pao od gore i ja koji sam uvijek tu hej, treba nam lik lik za spomenik da li se dobrovoljno javljaš pod spomenikom temelji nikad, nikad nisu bili odlični a za kule u zraku pametan sam čak i ja, a šta: ako kula propadne mi padamo oboje nestajemo u otvoru za kana... -nestane mi više to u stih što sam htio reći ako stvari propadnu naći ćemo se na dnu ti koji si pao od gore i ja koji sam uvijek tu ako kula propadne mi padamo oboje nestajemo u otvoru za kana... -nestane mi više to u stih nestane mi više to u stih
Johnny Difool	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 22:06:17 L'ete Indien Tu sais Je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux que ce matin-là Nous marchions sur une plage un peu comme celle-ci C'était l'automne Un automne où il faisait beau Une saison qui n'existe que dans le Nord de l'Amérique Là-bas on l'appelle l'été indien Mais c'était tout simplement le nôtre Avec ta robe longue Tu ressemblais à une aquarelle de Marie Laurencin Et je me souviens Je me souviens très bien de ce que je t'ai dit ce matin-là Il y a un an, y a un siècle, y a une éternité On ira Où tu voudras, quand tu voudras Et on s'aimera encore Lorsque l'amour sera mort Toute la vie Sera pareille à ce matin Aux couleurs de l'été indien Aujourd'hui je suis très loin de ce matin d'automne Mais c'est comme si j'y étais Je pense à toi Où es-tu, que fais-tu Est-ce que j'existe encore pour toi? Je regarde cette vague qui n'atteindra jamais la dune Tu vois, comme elle je reviens en arrière Comme elle je me couche sur le sable et je me souviens Je me souviens des marées hautes Du soleil et du bonheur qui passaient sur la mer Il y a une éternité, un siècle, il y a un an On ira Où tu voudras, quand tu voudras Et on s'aimera encore Lorsque l'amour sera mort Toute la vie Sera pareille à ce matin Aux couleurs de l'été indien La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la On ira Où tu voudras, quand tu voudras Et on s'aimera encore Lorsque l'amour sera mort Toute la vie Sera pareille à ce matin
bonjovi4ever	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 21:46:30 Blood Brothers (Bruce Springsteen) We played king of the mountain out on the end The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other We swore until we died we'd always be blood brothers Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray We lose ourselves in work to do, work to do and bills to pay And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I gained sight I don't even know why, I don't know why I made this call Or if any of this matters anymore after all But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart My blood brother Now out here on this road Alone on this road tonight I close my eyes and feel so many friends around me In the early evening light And the miles we have come And the battles won and lost Are just so many roads travelled So many rivers crossed And I ask God for the strength And faith in one another 'Cause it's a good night for a ride Cross this river to the other side My blood brothers
bonjovi4ever	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 21:44:09 The Things We've Handed Down (Marc Cohn) Don't know much about you Don't know who you are We've been doing fine without you But, we could only go so far Don't know why you chose us Were you watching from above Is there someone there that knows us Said we'd give you all our love Will you laugh just like your mother Will you sigh like your old man Will some things skip a generation Like I've heard they often can Are you a poet or a dancer A devil or a clown Or a strange new combination of The things we've handed down I wonder who you'll look like Will your hair fall down and curl Will you be a mama's boy Or daddy's little girl Will you be a sad reminder Of what's been lost along the way Maybe you can help me find her In the things you do and say And these things that we have given you They are not so easily found But you can thank us later For the things we've handed down You may not always be so grateful For the way that you were made Some feature of your father's That you'd gladly sell or trade And one day you may look at us And say that you were cursed But over time that line has been Extremely well rehearsed By our fathers, and their fathers In some old and distant town From places no one here remembers Come the things we've handed down
bonjovi4ever	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 21:42:38 WIDE LOVELY EYES (Nick Cave) You wave at the sky with wide lovely eyes Waves and waves of love goodbye Through the garden with your secret key Down the tunnel that leads to the sea Step onto the beach beneath the iron skies You wave and wave with your wide lovely eyes Crystal waves and waves of love You wave and say goodbye Your dress sighs with your wide lovely strides All along the street and lately the stories abound They’ve dismantled the fun fair and shut down the rides And they’ve hung the mermaids from the street lights by their hair With wide lovely eyes you wave at the sky And me at the high window watching you ride The waves of blue and the waves of love You wave and say goodbye The night expands I am expanding I watch your hands like butterflies landing All among the myths and the legends we create And all the laughing stories we tell our friends Close the windows clear up the mess it’s getting late It’s darker and closer to the end And through the tunnel and down to the sea And on the pebble beach your laces you untie And arrange your shoes side by side You wave and wave with wide lovely eyes Distant waves and waves of distant love You wave and say goodbye
culture vulture	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 21:08:40 quote: Originally posted by Torghal quote: Originally posted by Tonto quote: Originally posted by Torghal Jedan od najlipsih ljubavnih stihova: And I don’t believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that’s true ...ali ovo je ključno: But I believe in love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you To je to!Neki napisu knjige i knjige opisujuci ljubav i ne uspiju ni blizu to prikazat ka sta Nick uspije u par stihova. Najbolji stihovi su, dakle, oni koji bi se dali citirati i na temi "Najgori uleti ikad" i na: "Prisjetimo se sranja koja smo si pisali u spomenare"? Pa, slazem se. Tko se ne bi rasplakao na nesto u stilu: "Mislim da nebu fali andjeo", "Daj me odvedi doma, izgubio sam se u tvojim ocima" ili: "Bok, oprosti sto ti smetam, samo sam ovoj ruzi htio pokazati kako si lijepa"? Ali meni je oduvijek bolje lezao malo muzevniji pristup. Nesto u stilu: "Jel ti to ogledalo u dzepu? Jer vidim se u tvojim stegnima".
Tonto	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 20:57:30 ... možda i najdraže mi je kad naletim na pošteni storytelling, ovo je genijalno, sto puta sam razmišlja kako je prebaciti u strip: I'm not sure if there's a point to this story But I'm going to tell it again So many other people try to tell the tale Not one of them knows the end It was a junk-house in South Carolina Held a boy the age of ten Along with his older brother Billy And a mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose And thank god he didn't own a gun Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck Took a minute to open his eyes He took a peep into the back of the house And found himself a big surprise He didn't see his brother but there was his mother With her red-headed head in her hands While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest Trying to choke the man Ah Ah Ahhh... Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up, and had to struggle to stand He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer Turn the priest into a shell of a man The priest was putting up the fight of his life But he was old and he was bound to lose The boyfriend hit as hard as he could And knocked the priest right down to his shoes Well, now Billy knew but never actually met The preacher lying there in the room He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy" Then he knew what he was gonna do Billy got up enough courage, took it up And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find It was a cold, glass bottle of milk That got delivered every morning at nine Ah Ah Ahhh... Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and He turned around and put the lock on the door He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then He took a step toward the man on the ground From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!" And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about" "Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama" But Billy knew just who was starting the drama So Billy took dead aim at his face And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the Boyfriend fell down dead for good Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?" His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and Pulled out an envelope filled with money "Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears "He's been paying all the bills for years" "Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee" Just then, his little brother came in Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing, La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah Well now you heard another side to the story But you wanna know how it ends? If you must know, the truth about the tale Go and ask the milkman
Tonto	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 20:45:36 Tom Waits - Warm beer and cold woman ... All my conversations I'll just be Talkin' about you baby Borin' some sailor as I try to get through I just want him to listen That's all you have to do He said I'm better off without you Till I showed him my tattoo
Torghal	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 20:40:08 Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair? Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand, Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late, You'd like some some company, Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me, The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free, And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music's fading out Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you.
Torghal	Posted - 25/09/2016 : 20:36:25 quote: Originally posted by Tonto quote: Originally posted by Torghal Jedan od najlipsih ljubavnih stihova: And I don’t believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that’s true ...ali ovo je ključno: But I believe in love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you To je to!Neki napisu knjige i knjige opisujuci ljubav i ne uspiju ni blizu to prikazat ka sta Nick uspije u par stihova.

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