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AJMO OVDJE POSTAT OMILJENE PJESME

može i omiljene lyricse i kratke priče i poetične citate,
samo nešto postajte


sadrzaj je izmijenio/la - waiter in his 60s u 04.09.2003 u 22:08:51

meni osobno apsolutno najljepša pjesma svih vremena - van konkurencije:

Prayer

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

-- Carol Ann Duffy

'minim = vrsta note
'Rockall.Malin.Dogger.Finisterre. = rtovi na krajnjem zapadu Europe
(Finisterre = finis terrae, kraj zemlje)

iako je ovo ispod song, definitivno može
proći i kao poezija...
moja najnajdraža pjesma od suzanne vega:


rosemary


do you remember how you walked with me, down the street into the square?
how the women selling rosemary pressed the branches to your chest,
promised luck and all the rest, put their fingers in your hair?

i had met you just the day before, like an accident of fate,
in the window there behind your door, how I wanted to break in
to that room beneath your skin, but all that would have to wait

in the carmen of the martyrs, with the statues in the courtyard
whose heads and hands were taken in the burden of the sun
i had come to meet you with a question in my footsteps
i was going up the hillside and the journey just begun

my sister says she never dreams at night - there are days when I know why
those possibilities within her sight with no way of coming true
cause some things just don't get through into this world, although they try

in the carmen of the martyrs, with the statues in the courtyard
whose heads and hands were taken in the burden of the sun
i had come to meet you with a question in my footsteps
i was going up the hillside and the journey just begun

and all I know of you is in my memory
and all I ask is you remember me

ako nakon što ste ovo pročitali ne osjećate
ništa then you might as well be dead ili
mi se javite da vas ja upucam

zašto ne postate ništa?
šta vi ljudi nemate dušu?
zombiji jedni, mamicu vam nabijem

and is it true that devils end up like you
something safe for the picture frame

ovo napominjem možda nije poezija, al ja ne znam gdje bi to svrstao. nekoliko misli dragog nam thoma y.

theres a story about
a place where it rains all the time and when people decide to kill
themselves they stand with their faces turned to the sky mouths open until
they drown

If you're frightened of dying and then you hold on,
you'll see devils tearing your life away.
But, if you've made your peace,
then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth

every bad act
is stored on a magnetic tape
which we retain. kept in a secret vault
and evaluated
repeated and repeated with your code name
at the top of the file.
to be reviewed at your departure
for the pearly gates.

I will rise upshake the dust off buckleup meet the real world coming out of my shellI wont let this happen to our children

a computer generated environment afantasy island you can dooooo anything and not have to face theconsequences. there is/was a supermarketbuilt on an island in the middle of the swampspeople are/were fishing from the misty banks children were/are lost in the supermarket and are never found

hm, hm...
evo jedne moje, ovako napamet (ovo pišem s faksa). mislim da sam je nazva the banks al nisam siguran, nešto ovako

trees grow on the left bank of
the river
but the moon is always high
like the church ceiling when i was a child

Izmjenio - electro cute u 11.12.2002 10:26:02

hvala ti e-cute što si se uključio
dajte i vi drugi, možete i omiljene lyricse
i kratke priče i poetične citate, samo nešto postajte

and is it true that devils end up like you
something safe for the picture frame

Izmjenio - waiter in his 60s u 12.12.2002 0:51:54

ona pleše u oku oluje
i lišće je prati, hvata se za njezine skute poput izgubljene životinjice
ona se smije i taj zvonki prštaj razbija čini i oblake
zvjezde joj se smješe natrag
u ovoj noći bez mjeseca
vjetar svira frulu rascvalih livada
ona pleše u vrtlogu zvjezda
zaigrano djete što stvara svjetove bezuvjetnošću svog postojanja.

evo, opet su lyricsi ali i poezija

Building A Mystery (Sarah McLachlan)

you come out at night
that's when the energy comes
and the dark side's light
and the vampires roam
you strut your rasta wear
and your suicide poem
and a cross from a faith
that died before Jesus came
you're building a mystery

you live in a church
where you sleep with voodoo dolls
and you won't give up the search
for the ghosts in the halls
you wear sandals in the snow
and a smile that won't wash away
can you look out the window
without your shadow getting in the way
oh you're so beautiful
with an edge and a charm
but so careful
when I'm in your arms

chorus:
'cause you're working
building a mystery
holding on and holding it in
yeah you're working
building a mystery
and choosing so carefully

you woke up screaming aloud
a prayer from your secret god
you feed off our fears
and hold back your tears

give us a tantrum
and a know it all grin
just when we need one
when the evening's thin

oh you're a beautiful
a beautiful fucked up man
you're setting up your
razor wire shrine

chorus

repeat chorus

SHEEP IN FOG

The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells ----
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,

A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.

They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

--Sylvia Plath

sanjam... sanjam o tebi, što mi možeš?... ( meri trošelj )

evo jedne od meni najdražih pjesama od alanis
ako budete pažljivo čitali otkrit ćete i čudesnu tajnu mog
nicka


i was hoping


As we were talking outside it was cold we were shivering yet warmed by the subject matter
My wife is in the next room we've been having troubles you know please don't tell her or anyone
But I needed to talk to somebody

You said "wouldn't it be a shame if I knew how great I was five minutes before I died i'd be filled
With such regret before I took my last breath" and I said "you're willing to tell me this now
And you're not going to die any time soon"

And I said I haven't been eating chicken or meat or anything and you said yes
But you've been wearing leather and laughed and said we're at the top of the food chain
And yes you're still a fine woman and I cringed

I was hoping I was hoping we could heal each other
I was hoping I was hoping we could be raw together

We left the restaurant where the head waiter in his 60's said "good-bye sir thank you for your business sir you're
Successful and established sir and we like the frequency with which you dine here sir
And your money" and when I walked by they said "thank you too dear" I was all pigtails and cords
And there was a day when I would've said something like "hey dude I could buy and sell this place so kiss it"

I too once thought I was owed something
I was hoping I was hoping we could challenge each other
I was hoping I was hoping we could crack each other up
I too once thought that when proved wrong that I lost somehow
I too once thought life was cruel

It's a cycle really you think i'm withdrawing and guilt tripping I think you're insensitive
And I don't feel heard and I said do you believe we are fundamentally judgemental? fundamentally evil?
And you said yes I said I don't believe in revenge in right or wrong good or bad you said
"Well what about the man that I saw handcuffed in the emergency room bleeding after beating his kid

And she threw a shoe at his head.
I think what he did was wrong and I would've had a hard time feeling compassion for him"
I had to watch my tone for fear of having you feel judged.

I was hoping I was hoping we could dance together
I was hoping I was hoping we could be creamy together

i ovo je poezija:

Bi mogo da mogu

uvijek sam a nikad do kraja,
večer u gradu ti donese neki lijek
u nekom kutu gdje samoća se zbraja...

uvijek s malo, premalo para,
kad upale se svjetla ode dim,
a miris noći opet postaje stvaran

ko mnogo puta do sada... on sanja...
kako beskrajno pada... ... ...

bilo je rano jutro tada kad je ostavio sve,
čulo se samo kako ptice pjevaju
onda je stajao još dugo
s druge strane ulice,
pustio suze da se same slijevaju...

ja bi mogo da mogu,
ja bi znao da znam...

ja bi mogo da mogu,
ja bi znao da znam...

ja bi mogo da mogu,
ja bi znao da znam... ... ...


kako mene ovaj song svaki božji put rasplače, ko pašče

muči me insomnia a ne da mi se učit pa vam
evo još jedne ovaj puta malo drugačije pjesme:

Chimbu Wedding

When the villagers stake out a hundred pigs
and two men wade in with clubs,
watch how they float, cold as light out of heaven,
above the scene. When the pigs scream
and buckle with their skulls caved in,
remember that not one thing in this world
will be spared. Not one leaf. Not one
hair on a child's head. See the women
hauling rocks to the fire-pits,
the boys kneeling to collect blood
in banana leaves, and think of St. Peter's
vision: cloven-hoofed creatures descending
on a sheet, the sky saying ''Take, eat.''
Learn to sit in the smoke with hunger sated
as children play with bladders they've inflated
like balloons. Learn a new language
for fellowship, and when you walk home
through the fields see if you can translate
the gloam-wrapped mountain's whisper
as ''Come.'' Then, if there is a place
prepared for the saints, you will know
which way to turn at the crossroads.
You will not trouble the angel at the garden
gate for a way past her sword. You will
not remember what blood washed you clean.

-- Aaron Baker


Izmjenio - waiter in his 60s u 12.12.2002 2:42:30

i još jedne:

Ivana Žužul: Partija Pokera

Ovako se zbilo dragi T.
Znaj, kad sam ga upoznala
pomišljala sam na tebe.
Iz čiste znatiželje
pristala sam na igru.
Tek što je podijelio karte,
promrsio je
nešto nerazumljivo
sebi u bradu
i moj stomak je stao rasti.
Po završetku partije
bila sam
u visokoj trudnoći,
ne znajući da nosim
ukleto dijete
što će mi ukrasti
sve voštane figure.
Nije bilo sunce
nego uštap.
Svetim uljem
mazala sam mu noge,
danima brala ribizle
drugo što ni za Boga
nije htio primirisati.
Više ne mislim na vrijeme,
ono je već odavna mrtvo
moj T.
samo ponekad
vjerujem da iza naše kuće
stoji Bog
kojemu ne mogu ništa
ni sunce, ni mjesec.

pa još jedne:
The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot (1925)


I


We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar


Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;


Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


II


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.


Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --


Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


III


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.


Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


IV


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms


In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river


Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


V


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.


Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow


For Thine is the Kingdom


Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow


Life is very long


Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom


For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the


This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

the scariest piece of art i can think of!

i još jedne:

:: Angelene

My first name Angelene
Prettiest mess you've ever seen
Love for money is my sin
Any man calls I'll let him in

Rose is my colour and white
Pretty mouth, and green my eyes

I see men come and go
But there'll be one who will collect my soul
And come to me

Two thousand miles away
He walks upon the coast
Two thousand miles away
It lays open like a road

Dear God, life ain't kind
People gettin born then dying
But I've heard there's joy untold
Lays open like a road in front of me

Two thousand miles away
He walks upon the coast
Two thousand miles away
Lays open like a road

It seems so far away
I see men come and go
Two thousand miles until I reach that open road

My first name's angelene

-- p.j. harvey

and another one:

:: The Garden

And he was walking in the garden
And he was walking in the night
And he was singing a sad love song
And he was praying for his life

And the stars came out around him
He was thinking of his sins
And he's looking at his song-bird
And he's looking at his wings

There, inside the garden
Came another with his lips
Said "won't you come and be my lover?"
"Let me give you a little kiss"

And he came knelt down before him
And fell upon his knees
"I will give you gold and mountains
If you stay a while with me"

And there was trouble
Taking place
Trouble
Taking place

There, inside the garden
They kissed and the sun rose
And he walked a little further
And he found he was alone

And the wind it gathered round him
He was thinking of his sins
And he's looking for his song-bird
He was looking for his wings

And there was trouble
Taking place
Trouble
Taking place

There was trouble
Taking place
Trouble
Taking place

-- p.j. harvey

pa jedna prekrasna ženska stvar:

SAMO MALENA STVAR

I'm just a poor thing.
Samo sam mala stvar
jadna malena stvar.
Noću kad spavam
lovor mi uljudno kuca
na staklo prozora:
to su šumovi moje malene sobe.
Zalasci u jesen
prekrasni
planina, more
grimizni, purpurni
oh!-ovi i ah!-ovi mojih
malenih, malenih uzdaha
zamagljuju stakla.
Po danu grickam
nokte, slatkiše, ravnodušno.
Ako obojim ustašca
to je samo da bih se osjećala lijepom.
Hoću li se svidjeti? Zadovoljna sam.
I , neobično je,
osjećam se velikom,
velikom i užarenom.
A samo sam malena stvar,
ništa više.

-- laura marchig

pa još talijana:

POVIJEST

Gdje je drevna Grčka
sa drahmama zvučnim
kao Homerovo more?
Zaista ne znam, imam okrugli
telefonski žeton,
prelazim kad boja
semafora dopušta
svladavam glad, cvijeće je skupo
samo žene i leševi ga vole,
ali u oznojenome dlanu
nešto je zlokobno urezano.
Možda će mi duša
nadvisiti telegrafske stupove
poput vrapca, svakodnevne ptice.

-- bartolo cattafi

ed ancora:

L'AMORE CON L'AMORE SI PAGA
(I. Fossati)

L'amore con l'amore si paga
l'amore con l'amore si paga
l'amore con l'amore si paga
l'amore con l'amore

Ho lacrime da donna
cosmetiche e severe
e lacrime da uomo
profonde e non meno sincere

E continuo a bussare alla porta di Dio
e continuo a bussare alla porta di Dio
a passo di cane alla porta di Dio
a passo di cane alla porta di Dio

Chi non ha scarpe non ha ragione mai
chi non ha scarpe non ha padroni rispondo io
chi non ha scarpe non ha scarpe allora
chi non ha scarpe non ha scarpe

Vengo a vedere per l'ultima volta
il mio grande amore
vengo a trovare per l'ultima volta
il mio compositore
cuore di latta che non hai fatto che guai
cuore meschino che non hai fatto che guai

Col mio sguardo diritto
e i miei occhi speciali
come una vedova di vent'anni che vuole sapere
una puttana di trent'anni che vuole vedere
all'estremo limite del vero
all'estremo limite del vero c'e

Che l'amore con l'amore si paga
che l'amore con l'amore si paga
l'amore con l'amore si paga
l'amore con l'amore

O Capitano Mio Capitano
anche se il viaggio e finito
sento ancora tempesta annunciare
e le donne esultare
le campane suonare
e altre inutili parole d'amore

O Capitano Mio Capitano
e che non posso lasciare
che nemmeno un sogno scivoli via
sotto nuove bandiere
ancora giorni e sere
per il tempo che ha l'anima mia
e per me

Orecchie d'asino
in questo entroterra umido
vince chi dimentica
vince chi dimentica

L'innamorato perpetuo
scrive la sua ultima lettera alla luna
dall'orizzonte degli eventi
fa l'elogio del peccato e del peccatore
quante inutili parole d'amore
quante inutili parole
quante inutili parole d'amore
quante inutili parole

E l'amore con l'amore si paga
e l'amore con l'amore si paga
l'amore con l'amore si paga
l'amore con l'amore

Ho lacrime da donna
cosmetiche e severe
e lacrime da uomo
d'amore, direi

Io continuo a bussare alla porta di Dio
e continuo a bussare alla porta di Dio

---
sad zahvaljujem bogu što sam imo fašističku
profesoricu iz talijanskog...
che lingua bellissima!

p.s. ako nekog zanima prijevod nek mi obznani

Izmjenio - waiter in his 60s u 12.12.2002 3:45:38

still can't sleep...
---
WHO LOVES YOU?

...
The loveless men and homeless boys are out there and
angry.
Nightly people end their lives in the shortcut.
Walk in the light, steadily hurry towards me.
Safety, safely, safe home.
Safety, safely, safe home.

-- carol ann duffy

SUZANNE VEGA : "Song In Red And Grey"

The reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face
made me wonder just how she could know
of that something that happened between you and me
so much more than a long time ago

Her mother, I can see, lives within her still
cause she looked at me with her eyes
though I had only just met her right then
I feel that she peeled back my guilty disguise

Did i break the thread, or did you break the thread?
well at this point we could ask who cares
as for the promises broken and frayed
it's 19 years late for repairs

The grey pewter vase held the deep red rose,
one piece of coral shone white,
by the brass candlestick near your red velvet coat,
is everything I can recall of one night

Will you please tell me why I remember these things
after all of this time, I don't know
i must have left all those feelings inside
cause that year I had no courage to show

Was i the name you could never pronounce?
or did i even figure at all?
all of this happened before she was born
did i shadow her young pencil marks on the wall

Still i am sure i was only but one
of a number who darkened that door
of your home and your hearth and your family and wife
who'd been darkened so often before

Oh, the red leaf it looks to the hard gray stone
to each other, they know what they mean
somewhere, their future is still yet to come
in ways that are yet as of now unforeseen

:: Penitent

Once I stood alone so proud
held myself above the crowd
now i am low on the ground.

From here i look around to see
what avenues belong to me
I can't tell what i've found.

Now what would You have me do
i ask you please?
I wait to hear.

The mother, and the matador,
the mystic, all were here before,
like me, to stare You down.

You appear without a face,
disappear, but leave your trace,
i feel your unseen frown.

Now what would you have me do
I ask you please?
i wait to hear
your voice,
the word,
you say.
i wait to see your sign
would i
obey?

I look for you in heathered moor,
the desert, and the ocean floor
how low does one heart go?

looking for your fingerprints
i find them in coincidence,
and make my faith to grow.

Forgive me all my blindnesses
my weakness and unkindnesses
as yet unbending still.

struggling so hard to see
my fist against eternity
and will you break my will?

Now what would you have me do
i ask you please?
i wait to hear
your voice,
the word
you say
i wait
to see your sign
could i
obey?

--suzanne vega

"Big Space"

He said you stand in your own shoes
I said I'd rather stand in someone else's
He said you look from your direction
I said I like to keep perspective

Close to the middle of the network
It seems we're looking for a center
What if it turns out to be hollow?
We could be fixing what is broken

Between the pen and the paperwork
There must be passion in the language
Between the muscle and the brain work
There must be feeling in the pipeline

Beyond the duty and the discipline
I know there's anger in a cold place
All feelings fall into the big space
Swept up like garbage on the week-end

Between the pen and the paperwork
There must be passion in the language
Between the muscle and the brain work
There must be feeling in the pipeline

All feeling
Falls into the big space
All feeling
Swept into the
Avenues of angels

Between the pen and the paperwork
I'm sure there's passion in the language
Between the muscle and the brain work
I know there's feeling in the pipeline

-- suzanne vega

World Before Columbus
Music & Lyrics by Suzanne Vega

If your love were taken from me
Every color would be black and white
It would be as flat as the world before Columbus
That's the day that I lose half my sight

If your life were taken from me
All the trees would freeze in this cold ground
It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus
Sail to the edge and I'd be there looking down

Those men who lust for land
And for riches strange and new
Who love those trinkets of desire
Oh they never will have you

And they'll never know the gold
Or the copper in your hair
How could they weigh the worth
Of you so rare

If your love were taken from me
Every light that's bright would soon go dim
It would be as dark as the world before Columbus
Down the waterfall and I'd swim over the brim

Those men who lust for land
And for riches strange and new
Who love those trinkets of desire
Oh they will never have you

And they'll never know the gold
Or the copper in your hair
How could they weigh the worth
Of you so rare

Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue
He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in
"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter
To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella
And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos
I'm pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk
I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of
And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection
And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt
And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet
Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening
To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train

SUZANNE VEGA LYRICS

"In Liverpool"

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and thin
Like you
No sound down
In this part of town
Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

Homesick for a clock
That told the same time
sometimes you made no sense to me
if you lie on the ground
in somebody's arms
you'll probably swallow some of their history

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

SUZANNE VEGA LYRICS

"Gypsy"

You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

You're the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl's
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

You have hands of raining water
And that earring in your ear
The wisdom on your face
Denies the number of your years
With the fingers of the potter
And the laughing tale of the fool
The arranger of disorder
With your strange and simple rules

Yes now I've met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

With a long and slender body
And the sweetest softest hands
And we'll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands

And please do not ever look for me
But with me you will stay
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

Fake Plastic Trees


A green plastic watering can
For a fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth

That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns

He used to do surgery
On girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love

But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time


'...when they got back into the studio, Thom recorded the vocals for this song in two takes and broke down in tears.'

radiohead su super.
slušaj pažljivo paranoid android i čut ćeš u pozadini glas:i'm not paranoid, i'm android. a tekst za pyramid song. kako je to dobro. a
i might be wrong
i might be wrong
i could have sworn i saw a light coming on
ili be constructive with your blues
a evo još jedne moje (shvatih da mi je draga)

sve je jednostavno
poput plastičnih matrica koje su se nekoć stavljale u kutije kraš-expressa
(ujutro za dobar dan, uvečer za dobar san)
potezom olovke dobiješ lice djevojčice ili dječaka)
ali o kako volimo komplicirati stvari
od muha praviti slonove
a krila im ne pristaju
i uši im postanu tužne
poput starih dalmatinskih kuća zaraslih u drač

dear w. uspori malo s postanjem. tu ima predivnih stihova al kad ekipa vidi kolko toga ima izgubi volju za čitanjem. i postanjem.