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Sweet Surrender, "Surfacing" album

It doesn't mean much, it doesn't mean anything at all.
The life I've left behind me is a cold room.

I've crossed the last line from where I can't return.
Every step I took in faith betrayed me, led me from my home.

Sweet surrender is all that I have to give.

You take me in, no questions asked.
You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me.

Who are you? Are you an angel?
Am I already that gone?
I only hope that I won't disappoint you.
I am down here, on my knees.

Sweet surrender is all that I have to give.
And sweet surrender is all that I have to give.

It doesn't mean much, it doesn't mean anything at all.
The life I've left behind me is a cold room.

Sweet surrender is all that I have to give.

-- sarah mclachlan

jel to mene oči varaju ili me varaju.

WEEEEEEELCOME BAAAAACK WAIIIIIIIITER!!!!!!

MOLITVA NA PUTU

Bože
koji si me do ovoga časa doveo nevidljiv
vodi me i dalje koncu mojih želja

Ne ostavi me
umorna i sama nasred puta

Obrazi su moji blijedi
i moje misli nemoćno ko moje ruke vise

Bože
daj da novo plavo jutro
iz umora digne moje misli
da kroz blijede ruke prođe mlaz crvene svježe krvi

Budi
nad mojom glavom moja pratilica zvijezda

-- a.b. šimić

To ne zna nitko
I nitko ne vidi moje vječno bjegstvo izmeđ ljudi
kroz ulice
(Misle da se meni žuri)
O to bjegstvo
O to vrijeme
Zar ću uvijek čekat danju noć i noću dan?
Zar će uvijek moj Bog mene plahu zvijerku ganjati?
Moj Bog nije lovac koji strijelja
On se igra

Moja vječna nemoć
Božja igra
Ništa
Prkos svija glavu ponizno

Idu moji prijatelji
Izdaleka za njih stvaram lice
Osmijeh
Sretna ruka stišće sretnu ruku
Radost jedne moje duše

Ja imadem bezbroj lica
Ja imadem bezbroj duša
Za svakog po jedno lice i po jednu dušu
Tuđa moja lica
Tuđe moje duše
Moje lice nitko nije vidio od ljudi
Moje lice čudno bez oblika
Moja duša stoji gola samo ispred Boga
Moja duša što se previja i divlje dreči.

-- a.b. šimić

NIN: Hurt (The Downward Spiral, 1993)

i hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
i focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but i remember everything
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
i wear this crown of s**t
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
i cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feeling disappears
you are someone else
i am still right here
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way

P.S. Trebate cut ovu pjesmu u obradi Johnny Casha. Beton!!!

"UČITELJU, MOJ DRAGI..."

UČITELJU, MOJ DRAGI UČITELJU!
SRCE MOJEG MISAONOG I ČITAVOG TIJELA!
ŽIVOTE IZVORA MOJEG NADAHNUĆA!
UČITELJU, ŠTO SI POSTAO U OVOM OBLIKU ŽIVOTA?

NISI SE BRINUO DA LI ĆEŠ ŽIVJETI, DA LI ĆEŠ UMRIJETI, NI O SEBI NITI O IČEMU,
NEZORNA I VIDLJIVA DUŠO SVE DO KOSTIJU,
DIVNA POZORNOSTI PREMA VANJSKOM SVIJETU SVAGDA MNOGOLIKOM,
UTOČIŠTU ČEŽNJA SVIH STARIH BOGOVA,
LJUDSKI DUŠE MATERINSKE ZEMLJE,
CVIJETE IZNAD POTOPA OSOBNOG POIMANJA...

UČITELJU, MOJ UČITELJU!
U OSJETILNOJ TJESKOBI SVIH OĆUĆENIH DANA,
U SVAGDANJOJ PATNJI MATEMATIKA BIVSTVOVANJA,
JA, ROB SVEGA POPUT PRAŠINE SVIH VJETROVA,
DIŽEM RUKE PREMA TEBI, ŠTO SI DALEKO, TOLIKO DALEKO OD MENE!

MOJ UČITELJU I MOJ VOĐO!
KOJEG NIŠTA NE RANI, ZABOLI, UZBUDI,
SIGURAN KAO SUNCE ŠTO NEHOTICE OBAVLJA SVOJ DAN,
NARAVAN KAO DAN ŠTO POKAZUJE SVE,
UČITELJU MOJ, MOJE SRCE NIJE NAUČILO TVOJU VEDRINU.

MOJE SRCE NIJE NAUČILO NIŠTA.
MOJE JE SRCE NIŠTA,
MOJE JE SRCE IZGUBLJENO.

UČITELJU, JA BIH TEK ONDA BIO KAO TI KAD BIH BIO TI.
KAKO JE BIO TUŽAN VELIKI RADOSNI ČAS KAD SAM TE PRVI PUT ČUO!
OTADA JE SVE ZAMOR U OVOM PRISTRANOM SVIJETU,
SVE JE NAPOR U OVOM SVIJETU GDJE SE STVARI ŽELE,
SVE JE LAŽ U OVOM SVIJETU GDJE SE STVARI MISLE,
SVE JE NEŠTO DRUGO U OVOM SVIJETU GDJE SE SVE ĆUTI.
OTADA, BIJAH KAO PROSJAK OSTAVLJEN U NOĆI
RAVNODUŠJU CIJELOG SELA.
OTADA, BIJAH KAO IŠČUPANE TRAVE
OSTAVLJENE U SNOPOVIMA POREDANIMA BEZ SMISLA.
OTADA, BIJAH JA, DA, JA, NA MOJU NESREĆU.
A JA, NA MOJU NESREĆU, NISAM JA NITI SAM DRUGI, NITI ITKO.
ALI ZAŠTO SI ME, OTADA, NAUČIO JASNOĆI POGLEDA,
AKO ME NISI MOGAO NAUČITI DA IMAM DUH ŠTO MOŽE JASNO VIDJETI?

ZAŠTO ME ZOVEŠ NA VRHUNCE BRDA,
AKO JA, DIJETE GRADOVA IZ DOLINA, NE ZNAM UDISATI?
ZAŠTO SI MI DAO SVOJU DUŠU KAD NE ZNAM ŠTO ĆU S NJOM ČINITI
POPUT ONOGA ŠTO JE KRCAT ZLATA U PUSTINJI,
ILI ONOGA ŠTO PJEVA BOŽANSKIM GLASOM U RUŠEVINAMA?
ZAŠTO ME PROBUDI ZA ĆUTILNOST I NOVU DUŠU?
KAD NE ZNAM ĆUTJETI I KAD JE MOJA DUŠA ODUVIJEK MOJA?

DAO NEPOZNATI BOG DA SAM OSTAO UVIJEK ONAJ
DEKADENTNI PJESNIK, GLUPO PREUZETAN,
ŠTO BI SE BAREM MOGAO SVIDJETI,
I ŠTO U MENI NE BI RAZBUKTAO STRAHOTNO ZNANJE VIĐENJA.
ZAŠTO SI UČINIO DA POSTANEM JA? ZAŠTO ME NISI PUSTIO DA BUDEM ČOVJEČAN!

SRETAN LI JE ČOVJEK - SLASTIČAR,
ŠTO IMA SVOJU SVAKODNEVNU REDOVITU DUŽNOST, ISTO TAKO LAKU
KOLIKO TEŠKU,
ŠTO IMA UOBIČAJEN ŽIVOT,
ZA KOJEG JE UŽITAK UŽITAK, ZABAVA ZABAVA,
ŠTO SPAVA SAN,
ŠTO JEDE JELO,
ŠTO PIJE PIĆE I U TOMU SE VESELI.
SPOKOJSTVO, ŠTO GA TI POSJEDUJEŠ, DADE GA MENI, I ONO MI STVORI
NEMIR.
OSLOBODIO SI ME ALI JE SMISAO TOGA DA SE BUDE ČOVJEK -
SPAVATI.

-- F. PESSOA

SANJAM

sjedim sam u zagrljaju sile
krila su mi spremna za let
sa druge strane Nikada i Nigdje
jedno svjetlo poziva me
a zemlja je ispod mene tako nježna
gleda me i čeka da se predam
što mi to ne da? što mi to ne da?
ne da mi da krenem na put
što mi to ne da? što mi to ne da?
i tjera me da ostanem tu
i opet sanjam sanjam
i opet sanjam sanjam

hajde sjeti se dječaka koji maglu pije
da se skrije od sebe jer nema sa kim
ne zna kako da gleda u ponor i vatru
i kako da sluša taj ogromni zvuk što se valja
i nada sve je manja
i opet sanja sanja
i opet sanja sanja

(ne da mi da krenem na put
tjera me da ostanem tu)

sjeti se dječaka koji maglu pije
da se skrije od sebe jer nema sa kim
ne zna kako da gleda u ponor i vatru
i kako da sluša taj ogromni zvuk što se valja

(sve je tanja)

i opet sanjam sanjam
i opet sanjam sanjam

u zagrljaju sile

-- darko rundek

Elegy in August

Sleep, little sister, far from pain.
Water smooths out stones in the river
As memory calms the chaos
You left behind. Rest easy, sister,
Your babies are older than you ever were.
Even the stain will fade
When none are left to remember
The calls for help you never made.

After burning, blackberry bushes
Struggle up through ash, and love, resilient,
Blooms in all seasons, even for you
Who suffered and could not tell what was right
As you hurled yourself, suddenly
Spiraling upward to darkness or light.

-- Robert McDowell

Wichita Skyline


Down at the train they go to Independence every day
But anywhere else now seems like a million miles away
And I must have been high to believe that I would ever leave
Now I'm just a flat fine line like the Wichita skyline

I rode on the airstream across the great lonesome afternoon
& I wished hard enough to hurt, drove fast enough to catch the moon
But I must have been dreaming again 'cause there's nothing around the bend
Except for that flat fine line, the Wichita skyline

As far as Salinas I can get that good station from LaRue
& I'm searching the dial scanning the sky for a patch of blue
And I watch the black clouds roll in chasing me back again
Back to the flat fine line, the Wichita skyline

-- Shawn Colvin

two words: copy & paste

radiohead: talk show host

i want to
i want to be someone else or i'll explode
floating upon the surface for the birds
the birds

you want me
fucking well come and find me
i'll be waiting
with a gun and a pack of sandwiches
and nothing
nothing

you want me
well come on and break the door down
you want me
fucking come on and break the door down
i'm ready
i'm ready
i'm ready

za 1 asju:

svadbas: umorne usne

umorne usne tako loše ljube
umorne usne kažu sve što riječi šute
hladne od čekanja i dosadne od tuge
umorne usne nikad neće biti dovoljne
previše nisko je nebo iznad grada
imam previše vremena da budem sve što neću
i zato... nisam više tu... ja nisam više tu

hodaj polako zaboravi na vrijeme
svo vrijeme je tvoje sad kad si daleko od mene
gledaj ljude kako prolaze kraj tebe
ponekad reci riječ da ne zabo...raviš svoj glas
hodaj polako i ne misli na vrijeme
hladan od čekanja i dosadan od tuge
nikad nećeš biti sam
ti nećeš biti sam...

previše nisko je nebo iznad grada
oblaci nose zimu olovo na leđima
al' negdje daleko još postoji nada
zvuci sa druge obale što kažu
ovo nije kraj...

(...)

rain on the brain
now there's flowers in your window
she well she's so strange
i don't know anything about her
but if it's all the same to you
here's what i'm gonna do
i'm gonna write a song
gonna sing it to everyone
and then i'll sing it to you
cos it was you that wrote it too
this could be the last train
search within yourself for feelings
everybody's got them
you left me on the shelf
and no there'sno one to rely on
but if it's all the same to you
here's what i'm gonna do
i'm gonna buy a gun
gonna shoot everything everyone
and then i'm coming for you
cos it was you that drove me to
this could be the last train
woo woo
woo woo
woo woo
woo woo
rear window with the room in the hair
and on her jacket there's a picture in white of che guevara
as he sits beneath the tree
but that's not important
but he looked a bit like me
if you took all the little feelings in your heart
and took all those little feelings all apart
oh well now what's the point in doing all of that



onak kad sam totalno down, pa zelim vidit koliko jos mogu otici u krajnost. just love ovaj pjesmuljak kako waiter rece...
suplementl: vidim padaju neke posvete,pa ova je za sve koji su me ucinili tuznom, a to su uglavnom i oni koji su me ucinili sretnom.
Izmjenio - cruzer u 05.02.2003 23:51:36

Izmjenio - cruzer u 07.02.2003 10:37:12

BELLS FOR HER

and through the life force and there goes her friend
on her Nishiki it's out of time
and through the portal they can make amends

hey would you say whatever we're blanket friends
can't stop what's coming
can't stop what's on its way

and through the walls they made their mudpies
I've got your mind I said
she said I've your voice
I said you don't need my voice girl
you have your own
but you never thought it was enough of
so they went years and years
like sisters blanket girls
always there through that and this
there's nothing we cannot ever fix I said

can't stop what's coming
can't stop what's on its way
Bells and footfalls and soldiers and dolls
brothers and lovers she and I were
now she seems to be sand under his shoes
there's nothing I can do
can't stop what's coming
can't stop what's on its way

and now I speak to you are you in there
you have her face and her eyes
but you are not her
and we go at each other like blank ettes
who can't find their thread and their bare

can't stop loving
can't stop what is on its way
and I see it coming
and it's on its way

-- tori amos

...
and now I speak to you are you in there
you have her face and her eyes
but you are not her
...
can't stop loving
can't stop what is on its way
and I see it coming
and it's on its way

:*(



Izmjenio - waiter in his 60s u 06.02.2003 20:10:56

SHERYL CROW: My Favorite Mistake


Ooooooh...
Ooooooh...

I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning
That you don't care for me anymore

I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake

Your friends are sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game

Now here comes your secret lover
She'll be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I've gotten used to spending
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake

You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothin' lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after
It's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holding on this way

Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one
That I ever loved?
Now everything's so wrong...

Did you see me walking by?
Did it ever make you cry?

You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake...

...
the only comfort is the moving of the river
you enter into me a lie upon your lips
offer what you can I'll take all that I can get
only a fool's here to stay
only a fool's here to stay
only a fool's here...

-- sarah mclachlan

Poison

It was one of those black cat nights.
The moon had gone out and the air was thin.
It was the kind of night a black cat would drag in.

I'll never forget it, we had a fight.
Then you turned around, turned on the light. You left our bed.
Then you moved downstairs to live with her instead.
Yeah, just one floor and a shout away.
I guess I should have moved but I decided to stay.
Did I drink some poison that I don't remember now?

And every night I open all the windows.
I let a cold dark wind blow through.
I play loud organ music and I talk to myself and dream of you.
Uh - oh! I hear voices coming up through the pipes.
Through all the springs in my bed and up through the lights.
The volume goes up, then it drops back down.
I can hear the two of you playing records,
Moving furniture and fooling around.

Did I drink some poison that I don't remember now?
Is there blood on my hands?
No, my hands are clean.
Did I do something in another lifetime
That was really, really mean?

Yeah, I'm hearing voices.
Am I losing my mind?
Think I'm going crazy, I gotta get out.
I run into the street and start to shout:
Get out of my way! Get out! Get out!

Did I drink some poison that I don't remember now?
Is there blood on my hands?
Did I do something in another lifetime
that was really, really mean?

A small bullet, a piece of glass
And your heart just grows around it.

-- L. Anderson

vince chi dimentica
vince chi dimentica

( quante inutili parole
quante inutili parole d'amore
quante inutili parole... )

Alanis Morissette
Your House

I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
Opened your door without ringing the bell
Walked down the hall
Into your room where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here
Without permission
I shouldn't be here...

Would you forgive me love if I danced in your shower?
Would you forgive me love if I laid in your bed?
Would you forgive me love if I stayed all afternoon?

I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
Went through your drawers
And I found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD's
And I played your Joni

And I shouldn't stay long
You might be home soon
I shouldn't stay long...

Would you forgive me love if I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love if I laid in your bed?
Would you forgive me love if I stayed all afternoon?

I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said:
"Hello, love.
I love you so, love.
Meet me at midnight."
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing

So forgive me love if I cry in your shower
So forgive me love for the salt in your bed
So forgive me love if I cry all afternoon

Sola! Dzo! Zasto o tome ne napravite temu negdje na site-u, a pustite ljude da se bave svojim 'hobijem'. Mislim, ne znam za vas, ali uvijek volim doci ovdje i procitati pjesmu. Da, da, ne biste vjerovali, ja pjesme volim i citati... A tako obnavljam i engleski... :)
Waltere, ne daj smesti...

pozivam za svjedoka mastionicu i pero i ono što se perom piše,
pozivam za svjedoka nesigurnu tamu sumraka i noć i sve što ona oživi,
pozivam za svjedoka mjesec kad najedra i zoru kad zabijeli,
pozivam za svjedoka sudnji dan, i dušu što sama sebe kori,
pozivam za svjedoka vrijeme, početak i svršetak svega - da je svaki čovjek uvijek na gubitku.

E Waltere, pardon Waitere, (i i i - sorry, upamticu) ovo je super! Jel tvoje ili...

meša selimović / kuran

Prekrasno...

"Ne zelim nikome povrijediti njegove osjecaje ali... ZAR VAS PET ZAISTA NEMAJ KAJ RADIT NEG PO CIJELE DANE PISATI TEKSTOVE PJESAMA KAJ SVI ZNAJU O SVOM TEL. RACUNU????"

pa ignoriraj ovu rubriku, sinac. zar mi ovdje
imamo moć da upravljamo tvojim umom i
prisilimo te da čitaš naše postove?
možda i imamo, tko zna? slabašni mozgovi su
često podložni manipulaciji...

KVALITETA ISTINE

Ta godina bila je kišna
i grožđe je bilo loše
pa je zato i vino bilo loše
i onda su lokalne pijanice
počele piti pivo
što se neizbježno odrazilo
na kvalitetu
apsolutne istine u univerzumu.

-- izgubio ime autora

dragi gospodine šola, za vašu imformaciju rock je mrtav već ohoho godina. jednostavno, povuka se u sebe, kolabrira i crka. predlažem da poslušate pjesmicu middle age horror show od dragih nam pipsa.
i da, nas pet nemamo pametnijeg posla nego postati nama ovdje omiljene pjesmuljke i ko si ti da nam govoriš šta ćemo radit u svoje slobodno i manje slobodno vrijeme i uglavnom odjebi fašistu glupi. jebo te konj krvavim kurcem prvo u pičku a onda normalno (kopirajt mario k.)
a sad da pređemo na veselije teme
WAITER PA DI SI LEGENDOOOOO!!!!
welcome back
baš je ljepo kad si opet s nama

Sunny Came Home



Sunny came home to her favorite room
Sunny sat down in the kitchen
She opened a book and a box of tools
Sunny came home with a mission

She says days go by I'm hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn't believe in transcendence
It's time for a few small repairs she said
Sunny came home with a vengeance

She says days go by I don't know why
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Get the kids and bring a sweater
Dry is good and wind is better
Count the years, you always knew it
Strike a match, go on and do it

Days go by I'm hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire
Light the sky and hold on tight
The world is burning down
She's out there on her own and she's alright
Sunny came home

-- Shawn Colvin

Where I am I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable

hej waiter molim te reci naslov one pjesme koju si postao od mclachlanke, naisla sam u zadnje vrijeme na par njenih uradaka i svidjelo mi se. aj pliz...
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