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ako misliš na ovo:
"...
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..."

stvar se zove "ICE".
nabavi si barem njen best of, nećeš se razočarati :)

osobito obrati pažnju na ovaj song:

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

'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

'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're building a mystery

*Counting Crows

Anna Begins

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
I am not worried
I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried I am not overly concerned
with the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing

It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey,
Something in between,
And I can always change my name
If that's what you mean

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget I am not worried
"If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking
I can't stop touching her and...
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing

But I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not going to bend, and I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...

The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begin s to change my mind
And every time she sneezes I believe it's love and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing


Nije li prekrasna?
Ok, ovo je prva iz moje trilogije naj-lyricsa (a i pjesama uopće, for that matter).
*Part 1 - about love*

*Phoenix

If I Ever Feel Better

They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
It's like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can't control
They say love ain't nothing but a sore
I don't even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don't you know I'm so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won't tell
Whatever it is it can't be named
There's a part of my world that' s fading away
You know I don't want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there's much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I'm feeding the enemy
I'm in league with the foe
Blame me for what's happening
I can't try, I can't try, I can't try...
No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I miss the call
The stormy days ain't over
I've tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost
Now I've watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after al
lSomeday all this mess will make me laugh
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait...
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
It's like somebody took my place
I ain't even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn't know
There are things in my life I can't control
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There's a part of my life that will go away
Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I'll come through I don't know how
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know

E jebiga, ova mi danas nekako super leži.
Inače, kad sam bio treći srednje, baš je tad nekako izašla, kačio sam se više na melodiju. No, sad su mi riječi opipljivije no ikad. Za razliku od tla, that is.

*part two - about Life*

*Arab Strap

New Birds
You just have to be sure you're doing the right thing. I mean it's very easy to forget - she's was just sitting there in the pub with her new friends and her new life and her new hair and it might been five years but you'd know just to look at her.

I wasn't even sure it was her at first, I was ready to walk away but she smiled and called me over and we said hello for a bit. When we went back to our tables we were tried not to look over at each other and told our friends to stop staring.

I didn't see her for the rest of the night, but by closing time the beer's kicked in so I go up and speak to her and we end up going for a walk and talking about our new homes, our new jobs, our new friends and our new birds.

She says she's been going out with him now for about two and a half years, but they don't live together so he'd never find out. And you think about chasing her about school when you were wee and lying in your bed and listening to love songs and pretending they were about you. And the first time you asked her out she said no but one night you went to a wedding and when you came back to the pub she'd changed her mind and you went out. You remember the way she swung her arms when she held your hand but you can't remember how she kissed and now you've got the chance to find out.

But you have to remember there's this other kiss. And she's sitting at home, wondering where you are and what you're doing. And you work hard on this kiss and you know it inside out, it's as much yours as it is hers, and it took a long time to get right, it took months of practice and months of embarassment but now you've got it perfected and you've been looking forward to that kiss all week.

You can see her breath in the air between your faces as you stand in the leaves and she just asks you straight out if you want to come and stay at her flat. But you make sure you get separate taxis and you go home and there might be a slight regret and maybe you'll wonder what you missed but you have to remember the kiss that you worked so hard on - and you'll know you've done the right thing.


prijevod:

Samo moraš biti siguran da činiš pravu stvar.
Mislim, vrlo je lako zaboraviti...
Samo je sjedila u pubu sa svojim novim prijateljima i svojim novim životom i svojom novom frizurom, i možda je i prošlo pet godina, ali skužio si je na prvi pogled.
No, nisam bio odmah siguran da je to ona, bio sam već spreman otići kad se nasmijala i dozvala me, pa smo se malo pozdravljali.
Tada smo otišli za svoje stolove, pokušali se ne gledati, rekli svojim prijateljima da prestanu zuriti.
Nisam je vidio ostatak večeri. No do zatvaranja me pivo već pucalo, pa sam otišao popričati s njom i tako smo otišli u šetnju i završili u dugom razgovoru o našim novim kućama, našim novim poslovima, našim novim prijateljima. I našim novim pticama.

Kaže mi da izlazi s tim jednim dečkom već dvije i pol godine, ali ne žive zajedno pa on nikad neće saznati...
I razmišljaš kako si je lovio po školi kad si bio još plačljivko i ležao u krevetu slušajući ljubavne pjesme, pretvarajući se da govore o tebi. I prvi put kad si ju pozvao van rekla je ne, ali jedne noći otišao si na neko vjenčanje i kada si se vratio u pub, ona se predomislila, pa ste izašli. I sjećaš se kako je mahala rukama kad te držala za ruku, ali ne možeš se sjetiti kako se ljubila i sada imaš priliku saznati...

Ali sjećaš se da postoji jedan drugi poljubac, koji sjedi doma i pita se gdje si i što radiš. I puno si radio na tom poljupcu, znaš ga napamet, tvoj je koliko i njezin i trebalo je puno vremena da bude kako treba. Trebalo je mjeseci vježbe i mjeseci nelagode, ali usavršili ste ga i veseliš se

moja sućut. nisi jedini.

voljela je ovu pjesmu:

LOVE IN THE ASYLUM - Dylan Thomas

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold


But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you


You say you'll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night


You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you


You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night


You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold


All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you


You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...


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valjda znate ko je ovo ;)... a bas mi sad sjela na radiju(???) i to u obradi neke zemske. zna li neko o kome se radi? waiter?

bezveze ovdje navratih
i zomri svka cast
ovo mi je najbolja
u2 skladba!!!

nemam pojma. glupo mi je obrađivat nešto
što je u originalu savršeno.

mislio sam da bi mi mogo pomoc oko toga jer je u pitanju female artist, a ti si kao sto znamo expert na tom podrucju...
slazem se da je u2 verzija savrsena, ali i ova djeluje jako osvjezavajuce... bolje stoput od bronhija ;)

mislim da pričaš o ovome:

http://www.pop-music.com/article150.html

što se tiče žena u muzici, bolje su od muških i gotovo.

VALENTINE

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

-- Carol Ann Duffy

A long December
and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year
will be better than the last
I can't remember
the last thing that you said
as you were leavin'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...
I wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters,
but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...
I think you should
Drove up to Hillside Manor
sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower
about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December
and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times
I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments
as they passed
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...
I guess I should

Words & Music by Adam F. Duritz of Counting Crows

e sally
sorry
al to je ječe od mene

CODY

Of all I knew, her held too few.
And would you stop me, if I try to stop you.

Old songs stay 'til the end.
Sad songs remind me of friends.
And the way it is, I could leave it all
And I ask myself, would you care at all.

When I drive alone at night, I see the streetlights as fairgrounds
And I tried a hundred times to see the road signs as Day-Glo.

Old songs, stay till the end.
Sad songs, remind me of friends.
And the way it is, I could leave it all
And I ask myself, would you care at all.

stuart leslie braitwaith

Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt. 1

Her name is Yoshimi - she's a black belt in karate
Working for the city - she has to discipline her body -
Cause she knows that it's demanding to defeat these
Evil machines - I know she can beat them -

Oh Yoshimi
They don't believe me
But you won't let those
Robots defeat me
Oh Yoshimi
They don't believe me
But you won't let those
Robots eat me

Those evil natured robots - they're programmed to
Destroy us - She's gotta be strong to fight them -
So she's taking lots of vitamins - cause she knows that
It'd be tragic if those evil robots win - I know
She can beat them

the flaming lips

i najljepša pjesma ikad napisana-pjesma,ne poezija

Lucky
I'm on a roll,
I'm on a roll this time
I feel my luck could change.

Kill me Sarah,
kill me again with love,
it's gonna be a glorious day.

Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out of the lake,
I'm your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.

The head of state has called for me by name
but I don't have time for him.
It's gonna be a glorious day!
I feel my luck could change.

Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out of the lake,
I'm your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.
We are standing on the edge.

thomas edward yorke

Valentine's Afternoon



Four lanes over, a plump helium heart —

slipped, maybe, from some kid's wrist
or a rushed lover's empty front seat

through a half-cracked car window —

rises like a shiny purple cloudlet
toward today's gray mess of clouds,

trailing its gold ribbon like lightning

that will never strike anything
or anyone here on the forsaken ground,

its bold LOVE increasingly illegible

as it ascends over the frozen oaks,
riding swift currents toward the horizon,

a swollen word wobbling out of sight.


-- Michael McFee

vjerovali smo da se život odvija prema tim pravilima, da je dijete uvijek tako
izloženo, da ništa ne razumije, da je bespomoćno, da ne može shvatiti, da ništa
ne zna, da nitko ništa ne kaže, to je ovisnost, obeshrabrenost i zatim odbojnost,
nesavladivi zid, dijete viče, a nitko ne odgovara, nitko ne pristiže, shvaćaš li ti to?

(jesenja sonata, bergman)

I thought it was a bird but it was just a paper bag

(fiona apple)

"UČITELJU, VEDRI..."


UČITELJU, VEDRI
SVI SU ČASI ŠTO IH
MI GUBIMO, AKO
U SAMO GUBLJENJE
KAO U POSUDU
POSTAVLJAMO CVIJEĆE.

NEMA NI ŽALOSTI
NEMA NI RADOSTI
U NAŠEM ŽIVOTU.
ZNAJMO STOGA KAKO
MUDRACE DA LAŽNE
IZBJEGNEMO ŽIVJET,

TEK IH OBIŠAVŠI,
SPOKOJNE I VEDRE;
A NEKA NAM DJECA
BUDU UČITELJI
I OČI ŠTO PUNE
NARAVI SU SVAGDA...

UZ OBALU RIJEKE,
UZ OKRAJAK PUTA,
A PREMA PRIGODI,
SVEUDILJ U ISTOM
LAGANOM SPOKOJSTVU
ŠTO SMO NA ŽIVOTU.

A VRIJEME PROLAZI,
NE KAŽE NAM NIŠTA.
MI STARIMO STALNO.
ZNAJMO OSJEĆATI,
GOTOVO PAKOSNO,
NAŠE PROTJECANJE.

NE VRIJEDI NAPORA
NEKO DJELO ČINIT.
NE VALJA PROTIVIT
BOZIMA SE KRUTIM,
KOJI SVOJU DJECU
PROGUTAJU UVIJEK.

BERIMO CVJETOVE.
SMOČIMO LAGANO
OVE NAŠE RUKE
U SPOKOJNE RIJEKE
DA SE NAUČIMO
SPOKOJU TAKOĐER.

SUNCOKRETI VAZDA
UPERENI K SUNCU,
OD ŽIĆA ODIJELIT
MI ĆEMO SE MIRNO,
NEMAJUĆ ČAK GRIŽNJU
ŠTO ŽIVI SMO BILI.

-- F. PESSOA

Kinooperatorova noćna mora


Ovo je kinooperatorova noćna mora
Ptica ulijeće u tamnu dvoranu
Pronalazi odbljesak, leti kroz njega
Udara u zaslon koji emitira vrt
Zalazak sunca i dvoje divnih ljudi
Prava krv, prava crijeva klize
Niz snimku drveta
"Ovo ne valja!" urla publika
"Nismo došli gledati ovo"

-- brian peaton

crni jahači su ušli u selo
crvene kapi su pale na bijelo

-- darko rundek

simple things

if you want me I'll be there
a boy to deal with all your problems
but part of the deal
is for you to feel something
if you want me look me up
I don't exist in usual places
subtle as the wind is grey
if you want you know where I am
I saw your arms in a dream
and there were blue veins blue
blue veins
if you want me all you have to do
is ask a thousand questions
triplicate and file under
"simple things you ask to make a young boy sigh"
young boy sigh
young boy sigh

belle&sebastian

EKV: AMERIKA

Ljudi odlaze,
Odlaze, i odlaze.
Ovde je dosadno,
Svi su pobegli
Na neko zabavnije mesto.

Daleko je,
Daleko je Amerika.

I ako sam negde stigao,
Bilo je iznutra.
U sebe, u sebe, u sebe,
I nikako spolja.

I gore, i dole,
I levo, i desno u meni.
U sebe, u sebe, u sebe,
I nikako spolja.

Tamo je put,
Tamo je cilj,
Tamo je znak.

Tamo je cilj,
Tamo je put,
Tamo je znak,
Tamo je Amerika.

Vrlo sam umoran,
A ne znam kako,
Zašto, od cega.

Ovde je dosadno,
Svi su pobegli
Na neko zabavnije mesto.

Daleko je,
Daleko je Amerika.

I ako sam negde stigao,
Bilo je iznutra.
U sebe, u sebe, u sebe,
I nikako spolja.

I gore, i dole,
I levo, i desno u meni.
U sebe, u sebe, u sebe,
I nikako spolja.

Tamo je cilj,
Tamo je put,
Tamo je znak,

Tamo je cilj,
Tamo je put,
Tamo je znak,
Tamo je Amerika.

"subtle as the wind is grey"

volim ovaj stih

Ljubav, ljubav je smisao života.
Prica mi covjek za šankom dok cigaru mota.
Ljepota njena se ne može ni s cim mjerit
rece mi krvavih ociju i ode rakiju potegnit.
Zove se Alma i sjedila je sama u klupi
ja joj prosu neki fazon glupi.
Reko "Dje si curo zgodna" ona kaže da me pozna
ti si Mahir osmi dva vec te dugo gledam ja.
Bilo je pola dva April peti Mahir se sjeti.
Odmah smo se zaljubili i pred svima poljubili
hodali smo školom držali se za ruku
djelili istu klupu i užinu, imali istu družinu.
Istu srednju školu, s njom sam pjevo u horu
izigravo foru, vozili se na mom motoru.
Ja, Alma i Tomos imali smo mali kosmos
svoje drvo uz Savu, stotinu djece u planu.
Svoje pjesmu, svoje price, naša hrana naše pice
naše zvijezde i nas grad, sjecam se ko sad.
Rekla je "Mahire pazi bojim se da me ne boli."
Bojo sam se i ja al sam znao da me pravo voli.
Ja i Alma goli i njoj i meni prvi puta
bilo je ljeto i Ficibajr naše drvo pored puta.
Nikad necu zaboravit taj miris trave
u ocima zvjezde kako sjaje topli vjetar sa Save.
Taj dim cigare moj izgubljeni pogled.
"Jednog dana bit cu ti zena a ti moj covjek."

Konobar, daj još jednu ja izvadi sice
donesi Mahiru pice da cujem ostatak ove price
On svoj konjak sastavi pa pricu meni nastavi
Almini starci su bili na rastavi.
Nije mogla više trpit non stop svadje
pa je kod mene živila radje dok se sama negdje ne snadje.
Medjutim to se odužilo na jedno dvije godine
pa smo prešli u stan kod moje bližnje rodbine.
Reko hajmo se oženit datum svadbe 3. Maj
na svadbu cemo pozvat cijeli naš kraj..
tu je bio kraj.

Dan prije vjencanja došlo je do sranja
ona bila je kod matere tam ce docekat svatove.
Al umjesto svatova, ljudi pale su granate
pobjegla je s materom preko puta kod tetke Fate.
Svi znate bila je panika spasi živu glavu
ja sam preplivo Savu im'o srecu pravu.
Probo sam je nazvat medjutim pukle su veze
"Alma je mrtva, Alma je mrtva!" to su bile rijeci Kreze.
Krezo lažeš, lažeš Krezo jebat cu ti sve
Ne lazem Mahire, matere mi, evo pitaj Alije
Alija reci nešto ljudi nemojte me sad zajebavat,
vidio sam kako je pala kad je posla pretrcavat
i mrtva je sto posto jer ja sam zadnji osto
poginuli su još dvojica sto sam ih bio po nju poslo.
Bez zraka sam osto sedam dana nisam mogo jest
ceko sam svaki dan da neko kaze neku vijest
al ništa ni vijesti ni života u meni
samo alkohol u mojoj veni i sjecanje o jednoj zeni...

Otiso sam u Njemacku i poceo tam radit
reko lakse cu je zaboravit i malo cu se oporavit.
Dan za danom 12 sati dnevno radio sam vrijedno
poso i rad samo da zaboravim na rat.
Godine su prolazile i naniza ih se vec 6
završen je rat u Bosni je to vec stara vijest.
Sta cu dole, nemam ništa, tu sam sebi zivot stvorio
ma hajmo dole na par dana moj frend me nagovorio.
Došo sam dole i bilo je sve u najboljem redu
dok nisam sreo koga - pa Alminog rodjaka Vedu
"Dje si Mahire? Dje si Vedo?"
Evo kaze bas sam sada kod Alme kreno.
"Zar si šeno Vedo, šta me zezaš?"
"Pa Alma je živa, šta ti ni ne znaš?"
Noge mi se odrezaše i sve slike nase došle mi na oci
"Vodime me Vedo moram do nje doci."
"Nece moci."
Reko "Molim?"
Kaze "Pa Alma se udala za Kebu s njime ceka bebu
i to drugu, prošle godine mu je rodila curu."
Dade mi broj telefona odma sam je bio nazvo.
Reko "Halo, Alma, izvini jebiga nisam ni ja znao."
Tako poce razgovor 2 sata smo plakali, jedno drugom se jadali, dok smo zajedno razgovarali.
"Izvini Mahire takva je sudbina bila
ako ti ista znaci kcer mi se sad zove Mahira.
Nisam znala dje si nisi mi se javljo udala sam se za Kebu
i sad ga volim ono pravo plaho, hajde zdravo.
Zdravo, vidimo se sutr

Leonard Cohen
The Songs of Leonard Cohen (1968)
Suzanne

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said 'all men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them'
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
and they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

Bjork

Play Dead
Darling stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here where
No-one cares and no-one loves
No light no air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurting stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead,
It stops the hurting

...da se i ja ukljucim...