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morrison
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Serbia
5142 Posts
Member since 29/01/2008 |
 Posted - 10/06/2010 : 21:58:53
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Svi mi obozavaoci muzike znamo koliko su nam bitne i fine reci uz gruvanje...
U ovom topiku mozete ostaviti tekstove pesama koje volite, koji su vas dirnuli, nasmejali, rasplakali...
Moze i link pesme, a i po koji komentar ne bi bio naodmet.
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morrison
Advanced Member
Serbia
5142 Posts
Member since 29/01/2008 |
Posted - 10/06/2010 : 22:03:41
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George Michael
Praying For Time
Listen without prejudice vol. 1
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we’ll take our chances
Because God’s stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all Gods children
Crept out the back door
And its hard to love, there’s so much tohate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it’s much, much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say what’s mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I’ll take my chances
Because God’s stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can’t come back
Because he has no children to come back for
Its hard to love there’s so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say its much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6b2ZXKX9NSY
Dzordz je jednom prilikom rekao da je ova pesma njegova posveta Dzonu Lenonu, kao i da je rec o njegovom najboljem tekstu...Meni licno, mozda i najbolji stihovi uopste. |
There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down. |
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mladjo
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Croatia
20013 Posts
Member since 15/04/2007 |
Posted - 10/06/2010 : 22:05:58
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Slow Motion
Život je stari kučkin sin, stalno se raspravljam sa njim,
život je ofucani Holivudski film.
Svi smo mi malo dramili,
ćutali il' galamili, u tom spektaklu.
Neki su rođeni za maske, neki statiraju do daske,
ja sam pozitivno-negativan tip,
i kao svi iz stare škole radim sve "slow motion".
Igram bez dublera, sve sam, što nije praktično, to znam,
pomalo šmiram, pomalo briljiram,
partner sam raznim licima,
zvezdama i naivcima, u tom spektaklu.
Možda i nisam neki biser, ali sam barem svoj režiser,
sam za sebe smišljam zaplete i kraj.
Koristeći uglavnom laku tehniku "slow motion".
Od Mure pa do Morave neka me svi zaborave,
ako uopšte ikom ista značim.
Sa samog ruba pameti stižu mi strašni saveti,
al' ja bi da proživim na svoj način.
Odlaze zadnji vozovi, biraju ljude lozovi,
i sve u svemu nemam lepe reči.
Al' ja bi baš u ime to jos jednu popio
i teško da će neko da me spreči.
Život je stari kučkin brat, sve manje sa njim vodim rat.
I sve mi više liči na peščani sat.
U svakom zrnu neki dan,
u svakom danu neki san i "keep on smiling".
Neću da o tom pišem roman, k'o svaki prosečan grandoman,
biću srećan ako dovršim svoj stih.
Jer sati i minuti nisu čuli za "slow motion".
Od Mure pa do Morave neka me svi zaborave...
Odlaze zadnji vozovi, biraju ljude lozovi,
i sve u svemu nemam lepe reči.
Al' ja bi bas u ime to jos jednu popio
i tesko da ce neko da me spreci.
Od Mure pa do Morave neka me svi zaborave,
al' ja bi da proživim na svoj nacin.
Odlaze zadnji vozovi, biraju ljude lozovi...
Sa samog ruba pameti stižu mi strašni saveti,
al' ja bi da proživim na svoj nacin.
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manhunter
Moderator
Switzerland
25547 Posts
Member since 17/09/2004 |
Posted - 10/06/2010 : 22:08:50
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Metallica- Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, No windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see it's why my brain says Rage
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Build my fear of what's out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?
No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it's such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again.
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I am legion. I do not forget. I do not forgive.
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mladjo
Advanced Member
Croatia
20013 Posts
Member since 15/04/2007 |
Posted - 10/06/2010 : 22:15:45
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Jaroslava
Umesto molitve rekla si "O tom ću misliti sutra..."
Sa šminkom od gara, ko Skarlet O'Hara... Tvoj preslikan lik
I dugo plutala ko brodolomnik ka obali jutra
Nekad tišina zna prepasti džina, kad ispusti krik
Još jednu noć si izgurala sama... Čehov je zaspao blaženim snom
Ni ne zna da je igrala tama... Pod prozorom
Vetar je vežbao violončelo.. Čežnjive skale u nedogled
Zora ti brižljivo pipnula čelo... Negde u tebi je goreo led
Princezo, javi se... Još imam džep u kom se hladni prsti zgreju
Pošalji poruku... Da vidim jednom to pisamce na displeju
Sve mi nedostaje... Čuvam u damastu još kalup tvoga vrata
Princezo, dosta je... Dve i po godine smo taoci inata... šta ti je?
Plima banalnosti tvoj svet zapljuskuje k'o Atlantidu
Dok šmrka bioskop, fali ti neko da napravi geg
Da ti za rođendan ispiše sonet na komšijskom zidu
I s bandom cigana pod tvojim prozorom utaba sneg?
Na podmetaču još crtam tvoj profil
Suvišna pitanja izbegnem fintom
Ime ti ispišem u svakoj strofi... Nevidljivom tintom
Pod mojom jelkom do proleća stoji...
Jedino dar tebi namenjen
Zauvek fosil tvog struka postoji...
Na mome dlanu okamenjen
Princezo, javi se... neke se pobede dobijaju na juriš
Ne tvrdoglavi se.. Priznajem javno da se genijalno duriš
Opasno postaje... Na durske akorde se paučina hvata
Princezo, dosta je... Dve i po godine smo taoci inata...
Princezo, dosta je...
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Lord Vader89
stripovi.com suradnik
France
9618 Posts
Member since 05/07/2007 |
Posted - 10/06/2010 : 22:22:26
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ovo mi je onako....kad su mi najvise falili prijatelji, imao sam i trenutke kad sam hteo da placem od ove pesme
Sometimes you can`t make it on your own
Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough
You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go in alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
We fight all the time
You and I... that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need... I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
(This is it)
I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can, you, hear, me, when, I, sing
You're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me
Well hey now, still gotta let ya know
A house doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
Best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
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Potpis u dva reda, prema pravilniku:
Vader je, kao i uvek, u pravu. ; john connor ; 2022 A.D. |
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drogsy
stripovi.com suradnik
Croatia
4752 Posts
Member since 27/12/2009 |
Posted - 10/06/2010 : 23:28:59
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Metallica - Fade To Black http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEQnzs8wl6E Veoma istinit tekst
Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Can't stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he's gone
No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye |
Go kneel and weep
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nemanja93
Senior Member
Serbia
2439 Posts
Member since 06/03/2010 |
Posted - 10/06/2010 : 23:41:52
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Ne volim januar ni bele zimske vragove.
U svakom snegu vidim iste tragove,
tragove malih stopa, broj trideset i ko zna,
kako polako odlaze.
Više ne prolazim ulicom Dositejevom
i nemam pojma kad neko pita gde je to.
Tih dvesta šest koraka dužinom tog sokaka
nikad ja nisam brojao.
Nisam te nikad #232;uvao,
nisam te nikada mazio, pazio.
Tvoju sam ljubav gazio,
svemu smišljao broj.
Nisam te nikad štedeo
i nisam umeo stati ni ostati.
Šta #230;e od mene postati,
mali an#240;ele moj?
Ne gledam filmove iz ranih sedamdesetih,
dosta je suza i rastanaka nesretnih.
Ko takve stvari snima? Baš #232;udnog sveta ima,
tako se lako raspla#232;u.
Nisam te nikad #232;uvao,
nisam te nikada mazio, pazio.
Tvoju sam ljubav gazio,
svemu smišljao broj.
Nisam te nikad štedeo
i nisam umeo stati ni ostati.
Šta #230;e od mene postati,
mali an#240;ele moj?
Bila je no#230;, jedna mrkla, kao ova ve#232;eras, u ulici Dositejevoj, u Novom Sadu, na Dunavu...
Ja sam dolazio sa jednog mesta gde su svi bili rumeni kao kuvano vino koje su pili i gde su svi mirisali na karanfili#230; i pevali "Roždestvo tvoje" i još neke druge pesme kojih se ne se#230;am baš.
Bila je no#230; i dugo sam stajao pod njenim prozorom ispred ku#230;e broj 7A. Tišina je bila, samo koraci nekih no#230;nih ptica i lepet krila nekih pravih no#230;nih ptica.
Ipak ni na trenutak nisam uspeo pod njenim prozorom te no#230;i da je #232;ujem kako diše, kako diše u snu...
Nikad nisam nesto voleo preterano Balasevica ali moram da priznam da ima odlicne tekstove. |
Nisi se okrenula, zato nisi videla
igrale su sene.
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Beva
Advanced Member
Bosnia and Herzegovina
6149 Posts
Member since 04/06/2007 |
Posted - 11/06/2010 : 08:08:59
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Evo od našeg kolege Marčela, po meni njegov najbolji tekst:
Novi Vavilon
Bila jednom zemlja bez glave i repa, zbunjena cheka
nekad sve je probala, al' sebi nije nashla leka.
Senka nad njome stajashe, nadri - doktori bajashe, u nadi dokoni lajashe..
u stvari, zlokobni tajac je dozivao kishu bez dodola,
svaki ondashnji znalac je obmana, skorashnji talas, bez korena
trchi kao Forest Gamp, a nema promena, era otrova,
i smena zlotvora, a stada cela pokorna, i opet krah.
Kad sevashe nebom, jedan pijanac je sedeo.. pio, pushio,
gorko psovao sve redom, doshao na ideju odjednom zbog chega se zivi bedno,
lupio rukom o astal, ustao i glasno rek'o svima:
[1.strofa]:
"Boli nas taj eho secanja shto drobi spas!
Svi mrtvi spremni su za krajnji rat: ljudi od zemlje na zemlji-
a gore vajni sprat (nama pripada raj!)
nash pali tron je temelj za novi Vavilon - pa gradimo! (josh uvek cheka nas taj)
raspali most, da spaja nas sa nebom shto nam pripada svo! (odozgo gleda nas On)
zaspali Bog - slep i gluv za bol shto trpi sav njegov rod.. (shta ovde imamo to?)
raspad i zlo - mi smo sirochad, gledamo ledja tvorca svog.. (necemo vishe dno!)
... gradimo kulu do neba, na vrhu je shiljak:
probodi Boga kroz srce, da narod bude miran!
A frula pastira nek svira za neko novo stado..
Ovo je obavio jadom, ovo je ostavio samo..
Ljudi od plastelina, praznih ochiju, ludi od naftalina iz kojeg secanja potichu...
..a On? Pije ambroziju od krvi nashih zivota!
Svi zajedno, braco, gradimo kulu, ubijmo skota!"
[refren(Miljana)]:
Moje ochi gluve su za mirise.
Ti govorish mi sve sne - ja ne vidim te...
Pokazujesh mi lice - ja ne chujem te...
...stavljam katance na kazaljke...
(...a to boli ga...!)
[2.strofa]:
Ljudi prazni, prozirni, bez smeha, bez suza...
U pohodu na bolje sutra zguzvala se svrha,
a i dalje gradi se kula - svakoga dana, u svakom pogledu.
ka bozijem srcu zaoka je u svakom nashem delu!
I svaka rech - cigla, svaki chovek - stub, brze i brze.
...najjache vezani kad zajedno mrze...
A mesija nije najmudriji, vec ko viche najglasnije
onog pijanca niko nije ni pamtio kasnije...
Ostade navika da sledimo vodeceg
kad vreme odvede vodeceg - sledimo sledeceg.
Slepih armija za njega se lepi, spremna da gine
samo pokazi krivca - eto koride!
Greshni greshku ne vide pa im greshno nije preselo.
Sinovi Adama i Eve Zmiju slede nesvesno.
Milenijum u kom vileni um, otrovnim zarom.
bezbrizni novi Vavilon zaboravlja prichu o starom...
Vaviloncima se jezici vezashe u chvorove
da ne razumeju bliznje kad govore..
Nikad takli oblake, nikad makli poroke,
zalivajuci svoje korove, otrovashe svoje korene..
.. sad evo nove bozje porote! Proglasismo ga greshnim!
I dobismo istu kaznu.. hajde, prichaj sa nekim..
Uzalud shapucesh mi snove, ochi za mirise gluve..
deo smo armature kule, tu je sve shto znam i umem,
pa ne pruzaj ruke, odavno te ne razumem!
Ljudi ljudima tudji, ka vechnosti hrle..
LJudi s bar kodom na chelu, neosetljivi na bol...
Ljudi tako mali da im prashta probodeni Bog! |
Jubilarni Polo 10!http://forum.stripovi.com/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=51213 |
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alen
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Croatia
4621 Posts
Member since 14/02/2005 |
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morrison
Advanced Member
Serbia
5142 Posts
Member since 29/01/2008 |
Posted - 11/06/2010 : 19:17:33
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David Bowie
Thursday's Child
Hours
All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I'm born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Now that I've really got a chance
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Everything's falling into place
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's Child
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was (x2)
Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet
Lucky old sun is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Now that I've really got a chance
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Everything's falling into place
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(Yeah, throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's Child
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was Thursday's Child
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was Thursday's Child
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6b2ZXKX9NSY
Zasto dete cetvrtka?
Evo zanimljive trivije:
"Trivia experts will know that there is an old superstitious rhyme which predicts the personality of an individual based on the day they were born. Perhaps Bowie had this in mind when writing the lyrics for this song. Here's the rhyme:
Monday's child is fair of face;
Tuesday's child is full of grace;
Wednesday's child is full of woe;
Thursday's child has far to go;
Friday's child is loving and giving;
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
is fair and wise, good and gay
Note that Bowie's own birthday of January 8, 1947 was a Wednesday (Wednesday born I was...)." |
There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down. |
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Caleb
Advanced Member
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Greece
16471 Posts
Member since 01/07/2008 |
Posted - 11/06/2010 : 23:39:20
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8oTcSGG8dM
Majke - Budi Ponosan
visoko, visoko
iznad tebe i mene
postoji nada
prema nama
zeli da krene
i ti i ja osjecamo tugu
od nasih suza
pravimo dugu
drzimo u ruci
dio pakla, dio raja
ne zelimo vjecnost
zelimo do kraja
budi ponosan
ja sam velika zemlja
s divnim krajolicima
u meni je kralj
sa svojim podanicima
negdje duboko
se desava nesto
valja se kamen
mala bica ga guraju vjesto
obecanja disu na svakom mjestu
nesto se desava imaj u vidu
prokletstvo je bilo nad
srcem svakim
zasto je tako zelim da shvatim
ne vjerujem u ono sto je daleko od mene
jer ubija vrijeme
budi ponosan |
Preveo: Goran Krickovic, Tekst interpretirali: Ljubiša Bacic, Nada Blam, Miroslav Bijelic, Vlastimir Ðuza Stoiljkovic i Nikola Simic, Magnetoskop: Miroslav Nikolov, Ton majstor: Rihard Merc, Realizacija: Slavko Tatic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkE5VYffiR0
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SnotMan
Advanced Member
Saint Croix
6389 Posts
Member since 21/07/2003 |
Posted - 13/06/2010 : 14:48:35
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quote:
Originally posted by alen
Let 3 - Nečuveno
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Nil sciri quisquis putet,id qudque nescit an sciri possit,quo se nil scire fatetur. |
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SnotMan
Advanced Member
Saint Croix
6389 Posts
Member since 21/07/2003 |
Posted - 13/06/2010 : 14:51:46
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Tool,ove tri pjesme predstavljaju three-masterpiece.
Lateralus •
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
Disposition •
Mention this to me
Mention something, mention anything
... and watch the weather change.
reflection •
I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated, I concede and
Move closer
I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness
How pitiful
It's calling me...
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason ...
before we pine away.
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drakulloni
Senior Member
1317 Posts
Member since 25/09/2009 |
Posted - 17/06/2010 : 01:16:44
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Motörhead - Whorehouse Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ7Voy9YK1I
Well we came up from the gutter,
The wrong side of the tracks,
Yeah, we came up from the gutter,
Wrong side of the tracks,
You know the music brought us out, babe,
And we ain't never been back,
Cause we went city to city,
All around the world,
Yes, we went city to city,
All around the world,
You know it never looked like enough, honey,
Even after thirty years,
Cause we come blazing like a shooting star,
We light you up real good,
Yes, we come blazing like a shooting star,
We light you up real good,
We gonna hit you like a flash of lightning,
Just like a bad boy would,
You know the only thing that's missing,
Is a little mouth harp blues,
You know the only thing that's missing,
Is a little mouth harp blues,
And you know life's full of suprises,
You know we do that to,
You know we ain't too good looking,
But we are satisfied,
No, we ain't never been good looking,
But we are satisfied,
We shoulda opened up a little Whorehouse, honey,
Get a little booty on the side
Ovo je jedna od onih koje mogu da slusam u neogranicenim kolicinama. To znaci, opustanje i pustim je na repeat jedno 2 sata, a usput procitam neki strip....
Strip ?!
Odlicna ideja Odoh da procitam DD "Veliko djubre"....
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morrison
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Posted - 20/06/2010 : 14:49:35
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Pink Floyd
Keep Talking
The division bell
For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happenend which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk
There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now ___________ Why won't you talk to me
I can't seem to speak now ____________ You never talk to me
My words won't come out right ________ What are you thinking
I feel like I'm drowning _____________ What are you feeling
I'm feeling weak now _________________ Why won't you talk to me
But I can't show my weakness _________ You never talk to me
I sometimes wonder ___________________ What are you thinking
Where do we go from here _____________ What are you feeling
It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking
Why won't you talk to me _____________ I feel like I'm drowning
You never talk to me _________________ You know I can't breathe now
What are you thinking ________________ We're going nowhere
What are you feeling _________________ We're going nowhere
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here
It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking
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globinjo
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Bob Rok
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Posted - 20/06/2010 : 23:24:58
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bonJbtJTRFE&feature=related
Hladno Pivo - Ranjeni i ludi
Dosta sam dugo šarao svijetom
Samoću liječio kvantitetom
Na putu sreo ljude, ranjene i lude
I više put' opečene
I u strahu nedorečene
Zato ne jebem više jeftini cliche
Da se samo o onoj pravoj piše
Pa zar nijedna pjesma, nijedan stih
Za onih milijun pogrešnih koje su bile tu
Kad nisam imao nju
Kad sam vikendom staj'o na rubu
I kad je nedjelja zjapila k'o crna rupa
Meni su neprave pružile ruku
I poljupcima odvukle do jutra
Nisu bile glupe, vjeruj mi
Svaka je znala
Kad nema velike ljubavi
Dovoljna je i mala
Nisu bile glupe, vjeruj mi
Svaka je znala
Da šutnja je zlato i da riječi se troše
Možda to nije to ali nije ni loše
Kad nema velike ljubavi
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Ja se zovem El-Muhammed, iz plemena starih Azra, sto za ljubav zivot gube i umiru kada ljube. |
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SnotMan
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Posted - 21/06/2010 : 04:57:35
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radiohead
"Climbing Up The Walls"
I am the key to the lock in your house
That keeps your toys in the basement.
And if you get too far inside
You'll only see my reflection.
It's always best when the candle's out,
I am the pick in the ice.
Do not cry out or hit the alarm,
You know we're friends 'til we die.
And either way you turn
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there
Climbing up the walls
It's always best when the light is off,
It's always better on the outside.
Fifteen blows to the back of your head,
Fifteen blows to your mind.
So lock the kids up safe tonight
And shut the eyes in the cupboard.
I've got the smell of a local man
Who's got the loneliest feeling.
That either way he turns - I'll be there
Open up your skull - I'll be there
Climbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls
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Nil sciri quisquis putet,id qudque nescit an sciri possit,quo se nil scire fatetur. |
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Bob Rok
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Posted - 26/06/2010 : 11:05:31
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Hladno Pivo
Par pitanja
Dragi Bože koji jesi, gore na nebesima
Sorry što te davim u ovaj kasni sat
Ali, ja prije svitanja
Imam još par pitanja
Kad je nebo gorilo bio sam tebi ravan
Nisam išao tamo da bih postao slavan
Pa na koju sam foru
Sad na birou
Al' sad ću reći što mi leži na duši
Makar me ubio gromom
Reci na koju foru stalno ja pušim
Pa nisam ratovao s tobom
Ako mi ujutro pokloniš smisao
Ja ću povući, što sam napisao
I bit ću vojnik tvoj, bit ću tvoj zaštitnik
I svima pričati koji si super lik
Repetiranje u svitanje i poznati mi glasovi
Ispituju susjede, gdje je onaj drukčiji
Pogrešno mi ime piše na vratima
Pa je došao da ga skine moj drug iz djetinjstva
Ako mi ujutro pokloniš smisao
Ja ću povući, što sam napisao
I bit ću vojnik tvoj, bit ću tvoj zaštitnik
I svima pričati koji si super lik
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94DiU45sNgU&feature=related
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SnotMan
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Saint Croix
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Posted - 28/06/2010 : 11:14:41
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Jedan od najstrastvenijih ljubitelja i pisaca paradoxa,kolega Thomas Hakke
1. Autonomy Lost
Reaching for the inner bright, the very essence-sun of my dreaming bliss
Guided by a fear blinded outside all shades of the perfect black
2. Imprint Of The Un-Saved
The scattered jigsaw of my redemption laid out before my eyes
Each piece as amorphous as the other - Each piece in its lack of shape a lie
3. Disenchantment
Me - the paragon of fear, an immobile skein of tangled nerves exposed
Hastily clawing my way into the darkest of my inner scenes of torture
I stay my breath to escape this slavery
I stay my breath to re-awake and face it encore
The struggle to free myself of restraints, becomes my very shackles
4. The Paradoxical Spiral
Non-physical smothering. Asphyxiation by oxygen hands
Drowning in the endless sky. An ever-downward dive, only to surface
the sewage of indecision, on which all sense of self is afloat
The vortex-acceleration a constant. Resolute in purpose its choking flow
5. Re-Inanimate
My ignorance cast in the mold of all things absolute
I sustain forever my gaze. A stare fixed on the distant oblivion
Resting in the inverted state of being dead, non-sensory matter
As all the earth, the wind, the fire, the sea behold and learn to pity me
6. Entrapment
Mutiny of self. Insurrection games convincingly performed
Incapacitated by physical thoughts acting out the will of tendon and bone
Have the bridges of insanity been crossed and forever retracted?
Am I standing among a thousand selves? Is the multitude of laughters mine alone?
7. Mind's Mirrors
The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones,
the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within;
The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away
at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen
Treacherous this deceit to make no choice matter
To have and yet lose yourself, until finally all reasons why are forgotten
To live through ones own shadow. Mute and blinded, is to really see
Eclipse the golden mirror and the reflection is set free
8. In Death - Is Life
So imminently visible - this cloaked innocent guilt
Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structured chaos
Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude
I'm the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own death
Extradited to the gods of chance, the deities of all things random
Alive, multicolored, twitching in their dead monochrome world
9. In Death - Is Death
Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I'm all things vivid in a world of grey
So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey
My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional hunter-god radar
I'm a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious carnivores
I am them. I am teeth. I'm their arousal at the kill
Feasting on self. A schizoreality warp. The contradiction fulfilled
Focus the only means to see me back to life's unending swirl
A reversal of passing away, as the world of dead, as away is now my origin
10. Shed
I float through physical thoughts. I stare down the abyss of organic dreams
All bets off, I plunge - Only to find that self is shed
11. Personae Non Gratae
A lie to maintain equilibrium, to hold me in this dead realm - this last ever dream
I'm the thought that never crossed my mind - disguised in the evident. Forever unredeemed
12. Dehumanization
A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe
I'm inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning death-code incomplete
All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered
Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is contradiction
Grinding, churning - the sweetest ever noises
Decode me into their non-communication
A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel
A stagnant flow of endings. Un-time unbound. Merging to form the multi-none
A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign. Greeting the chasm - unbearable, sublime
13. Sum
Vision will blind. Severance ties. Median am I. True are all lies
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Gil-galad
stripovi.com suradnik
Serbia
3544 Posts
Member since 19/05/2008 |
Posted - 28/06/2010 : 22:31:26
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The Classic Crime - The Happy Nihilist
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GE5XfgFZPBU
I am a happy nihilist
No absolute truth does exist
When I decide to shake my fist
I only got myself to blame
Cause we're all players
and life's the game
I only take what I need,
I am so light on my feet,
I will not stop or concede,
I am not driven by greed,
No moral compass for me,
It's all just natural feelings,
Existence has no meaning,
There's no such thing as happy.
But late at night when I sleep,
I dream of more than I see
There's something burning in me
A drive, a need to be free.
Why do I sit here and think
about the things that I need?
There's nothing left to believe
Oh, is it all just a dream?
I've taught this to myself
Pile books up on the shelf
But it still hurts like hell
To trust nobody else but me
I used to read everything
I used to need nothing
I put my money on me
I used to be something
Now I can't sleep
Cause I'm not happy
I was a happy nihilist
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morrison
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Serbia
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Member since 29/01/2008 |
Posted - 30/06/2010 : 18:04:58
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quote:
Originally posted by globinjo
quote:
Originally posted by morrison
George Michael
Praying For Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6b2ZXKX9NSY
Dzordz je jednom prilikom rekao da je ova pesma njegova posveta Dzonu Lenonu, kao i da je rec o njegovom najboljem tekstu...Meni licno, mozda i najbolji stihovi uopste.
PREJEBENA PISMA I TEKST...
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morrison
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Serbia
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Member since 29/01/2008 |
Posted - 30/06/2010 : 18:09:09
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Prince
Sign 'O' The Times
Sign 'O' The Times
Oh yeah
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys
And their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called The Disciples
High on crack, totin' a machine gun
Time, time
Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church
And killed everyone inside
U turn on the telly and every other story
Is tellin' U somebody died
Sister killed her baby cuz she could afford 2 feed it
And we're sending people 2 the moon
In September my cousin tried reefer 4 the very first time
Now he's doing horse, it's June
Times, times
It's silly, no?
When a rocket ship explodes
And everybody still wants 2 fly
Some say a man ain't happy
Unless a man truly dies
Oh why
Time, time
Baby make a speech, Star Wars fly
Neighbors just shine it on
But if a night falls and a bomb falls
Will anybody see the dawn
Time, times
It's silly, no?
When a rocket blows
And everybody still wants 2 fly
Some say a man ain't happy, truly
Until a man truly dies
Oh why, oh why, Sign O the Times
Time, time
Sign O the Times mess with your mind
Hurry before it's 2 late
Let's fall in love, get married, have a baby
We'll call him Nate, if it's a boy
Time, time
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morrison
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Serbia
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Posted - 16/07/2010 : 19:00:58
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Depeche Mode
Home
Ultra
Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down
Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
Well I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong
Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath
God send the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
http://www.tu.tv/videos/depeche-mode-home
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There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down. |
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selanne
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Posted - 22/07/2010 : 18:23:21
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Ja sam danas na radiju usput čuo jednu lijepu pjesmu, ali mi ostao samo jedan stih u glavi - "...sa zlatom mi dolaziš...".
Učinilo mi se da je pjeva Dalmatino, ne mogu na Internetu ništa naći, pa ako je nekome poznata, neka napiše naslov... |
Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember - nothing is true. Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember - everything is permitted. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are assassins! Nothing is true, everything is permitted. |
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