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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
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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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