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
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.
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.
COUNT ZERO INTERRUPT an interrupt of a process decrements a counter to zero
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.
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...
COUNT ZERO INTERRUPT an interrupt of a process decrements a counter to zero
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
Potpis u dva reda, prema pravilniku: Vader je, kao i uvek, u pravu. ; john connor ; 2022 A.D.
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.
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!
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
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...)."
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
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.
Triad •
There are no words.
Nil sciri quisquis putet,id qudque nescit an sciri possit,quo se nil scire fatetur.
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"....
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
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.
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 Dovoljna je i mala!
Ja se zovem El-Muhammed, iz plemena starih Azra, sto za ljubav zivot gube i umiru kada ljube.
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
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
Nil sciri quisquis putet,id qudque nescit an sciri possit,quo se nil scire fatetur.
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 Now I'm wondering why I exist
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.
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
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.
Song book
Posted - 10/06/2010 : 21:58:53
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Odoh da procitam DD "Veliko djubre"....
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