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    Омилени текстови #2

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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by prozaque on Нед 28 Окт 2012, 01:55

    Мooger Fooger - НОВО ЛИСИЧЕ

    Ни бледа сенка од нив
    излитен споменик, божемен мит.
    Но ако уста отворат, ќе горат уши и образи!

    Ниту тресок подземен
    ниту пак есплозија
    нема да им помогне.

    Добродојдовте!

    Знам, тесен ви е патот од кој се исплашивте.
    Но колку широки се вратите што не вe водат никаде!

    Златно момче, сини очи,
    гордост вивната до небеса.
    Кругови во низа беснеат,
    голи меса за нови огнови.

    Блазе на гулабите!
    Не дека живеат во зградите на Ново Лисиче.
    Ниту сеат, ниту жнеат, нити во амбар собираат!
    Сал еден Гопод нив ги храни со Милоста Небесна.


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Нед 18 Ное 2012, 16:28

    Z.P. - Put u srediste rudnika Kreka Banovici

    On pomisli kako bi petak bio lepsi
    da sutra nije subota radna
    blagi Boze, on misao nastavi
    noc je previse hladna

    Al' Bog mu tad okrenu ledja
    u pola tri ga je
    cekala treca smjena
    treca smjena, ide na put
    na put u srediste od majkata zemlja


    Otkud ti, u pola tri
    raspotocje gori
    to mu cu zena Vinka,
    panika i vika
    na stolu dvije zdjele
    i telegrami sucuti

    Njegov duh sada gleda TV
    smije se na dobrotvorne koncerte
    njegov duh obilazi zamkove
    revolucionare iz pedeset i neke
    njegov duh plasi njihovu malu djecu
    al' sta mu vrijedi
    kad ni ta djeca
    vise ne vjeruju u duhove


    I meni je tata govorio nekad
    da je Zil Vern pusta masta
    i da nikad niko stici nece
    u srediste od majkata zemlja
    i da nikad niko stice nece
    u srediste od majkata zemlja
    da treca smjena stici nece
    stici nece to odeljenje


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Саб 01 Дек 2012, 14:02

    KISS (A VINNIE VINCENT ERA) - And on the 8th day


    The sky is fallin' and the wheels of life
    are grindin' out a brand new beat
    The streets are burnin' with the call of the wild,
    and I can feel the heat
    They'll call you names and spit in your face,
    but legends never die
    Just pick up your guitar, on your knees
    and pray and hold your head up high

    And on the 8th day God created rock and roll
    On the 8th day God created rock and roll
    Out of the ashes came the dawn
    and the shape of things to come
    Never surrender, just carry on,
    straight to kingdom come

    You sold your soul and virginity,
    ya can't rape a heart of gold
    Yes you're born to rule, it's destiny,
    now it can be told

    And on the 8th day God created rock and roll (rock and roll)

    Rock of ages carry the news
    to the heart of a brave new world


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by prozaque on Пет 07 Дек 2012, 00:34

    Rambo Amadeus - Godine kurcu prolaze

    (gusle) Rekose me ozeniti
    To rekose pa slagaseeee (gusle)
    Godine kurcu prolaze,
    a ja jos nisam nikad jebo,
    ne dozvoli sudbo kleta
    suva kurca da idem na nebo (x2)

    E bas sam tako u mladosti pjevo
    Reko sebi 17-a u guzicu evo
    I da kojim slucajem koza nosi mudante il gace
    Za intimni izgled zene znanje bilo bi mi krace

    Stanje neprijatno
    Covjek s mosta da se baci
    Najgore je bilo sta ce kazati vrsnjaci
    Recitovah vjetar duva muda mi se klate
    Da se ne izrazavam nastavak stiha sami znate

    Sudbom kletom onanovom zivot mi je prijetio
    Kad jedan stari ribar bas to je primjetio
    Rece moras moje instrukcije da slusas
    ako zelis slatke pickice da kusas
    Nadi bijelu maramicu kuci u ormaru
    pa s njom vaser hermeticki
    zamotaj asik cigaru
    a na vrhu ostavi prst debelu buzu
    da mos nonsalantno vrsit malu nuzdu
    Voda nek te ne dovata jedno 15 dana
    Dok se na maramicu od salamure ne obrazuje ikebana
    Kaka ikebana?
    Banana ikebana!

    Onda se okupaj, namirisi, odjelo obuci
    Onu maramicu samo opeglaj
    u dzep od sakoa zavuci
    Pravac hotel Topla, nekoj drzecoj migni
    Pridi joj sirvuple i odma je za ples digni
    Ponasaj se kao macho, macho ka tardaco
    Prisloni joj surlu na maramicu tacno
    Kad osjeti kako jebos sa maramice vristi
    Ka lipicaner ima da skoci i zanjisti

    Odma je vodi gore kod nje u sobu
    S vrata kreni da joj gulis garderobu
    Ako je jaca spotakni je i gurni na jorgan
    Dijalekticki joj pokazi seksualni organ

    Primjetit ces jedno udubljene
    Tacno dje je tebi tvoje ispupcenje
    A onda logicno kompletiraj figuru
    i pazi kako gadas da ne pogodis bulju

    Uradim ti brajko po upustvu tacno
    Ona maramica smrdjela je tako reci mracno
    Nisam se kupo svih 15 dana
    15 dana mediterana...

    Namontiram pravac hotel
    Spazih drzecu iz Belgije babu
    Ljevom sam joj mahno, desnom
    nalkcen na hotelsku tarabu
    dok je grupa svirala sokolov greben
    pa uvelo lisce
    Primjetio sam da bas baba
    mene za ples isce
    priso sam joj u pikslu
    ugasio cigaru sto se prazna sjajila
    na njenom astalu
    Digo sam je u redu na ples
    Stego oko struka
    Rece mi da je vecerala boraniju
    I da joj je od stezanja muka

    U namjeri da joj na ikebanu prislonim glavu
    Privukoh je za kosu i dozivjeh uzas, stravu
    Gleda me baba prestravljenog lica
    U mojoj ruci perika, u mom oku kucavica

    /zatvaraj radnju majstor fero bit ce gusto, sklanjaj se/

    Eskadrila od 16 komaraca lokalaca
    Specijalizovanih za znojave cele od stranaca
    Dejstvovali su nervozom i napunili glavu
    zacas se fina gospoda pretvori u kravu
    Dzaba sam konobarima objasnjavo ljudi,
    ljudi, apsolutno nije moja krivica
    Na kraju je bilo bjeste noge
    Bjeste noge posra vas guzica

    Godine kurcu prolaze
    a ja jos nikad nisam jebo
    ne dozvoli sudbo kleta
    suva kurca da idem na nebo

    Godine kurcu prolaze
    a ja jos nikad nisam jebo
    ne dozvoli sudbo kleta
    gladan picke da idem na nebo

    Оригинален текстописец. То е то.


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Kelso on Пет 07 Дек 2012, 13:46

    It's quite simple really...

    Many many years ago when I was twenty-three
    I was married to a widow who was pretty as could be
    This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red
    My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed

    This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life
    For my daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife
    To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy
    I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy

    My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad
    And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad
    For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
    To the widow's grown-up daughter who ofcourse was my stepmother

    I'm my own grandpa
    I'm my own granpa
    It so funny I know,
    But it really is so
    Oh I'm my own grandpa

    Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run
    And he became my grandchild, cuz he was my daughter's son
    My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue
    Because altho' she is my wife, she's my grandmother too

    If my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild
    And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
    This has got to be the strangest thing I ever saw
    As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Пон 17 Дек 2012, 20:34

    Z.P. - Lutka sa naslovne strane

    „Продолжение на „Селена“ и „Дјевојчице којима мирише кожа“



    U tebe smo se kleli
    na tebe trosili plate
    zamisljali trenutke s' tobom
    u kafani lagali jedan drugom

    Zbog tebe smo se tukli
    kupovali vrucih djevreka
    o, kako si samo odudarala ti
    od memle i blata Sedrenika


    Al' tvoje su misli bile daleko
    htjela si u foto-modele
    skupa svila i skupe pele
    i gola si se slikala, vele

    Zbog tebe smo se tukli
    kupovali vrucih djevreka
    o, kako si samo odudarala ti
    od memle i blata Sedrenika

    Virili smo dok se presvlacis
    ma nije bilo ljepse
    pod Alahovim svodom
    pjesme smo ti pjevali
    a tvoja nas je nana
    polijevala vodom

    Htjela si da tvoje aktove
    vidi barem pola svijeta
    a sada u granapu Sedrenika
    lokalni dripci te pitaju
    lutko, posto je pasteta



    леле ц ц ц


    Се поставува прашањето:

    Зошто Давор не е „култна личност во ЈУ историјата“?

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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Toecutter on Пон 17 Дек 2012, 22:26

    Крајот е брутален, `лутко, пошто је паштета`
    Физичката лепота како основа за имагинарен кредит кај....лијепе жене које пролазе кроз град. Колку, дали и како тој кредит ќе се претвори во профит е веќе друго прашање. Во случајов типката не се продала успешно и завршила во пролетаријатот.

    А зошто се колнеле баш во неа, на неа трошеле плати и си замислувале шо ќе и напрат во кревет...е интересно прашање. Од каде консензусот?
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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Сатан Панонски on Сре 19 Дек 2012, 22:42

    Blue Oyster Cult - Live for me

    It was a wet night
    And the other guy
    Was lubricated with a pint of Jack
    His truck hit
    Jimmys chevy
    With a sound like a thunder crack
    I was working late but I felt it happen
    I knew that my brother was laid low
    I waited for the call
    And then the damn call came
    And I knew what I knew and didnt want to know
    Live for me
    Live for me
    Live twice as big
    Love twice as long
    Work twice as hard
    Play all of your cards
    Live for me
    Live for me
    Burn twice as bright
    Three times as long
    But brother, dont do no one wrong
    Beth thought he would make it through the winter
    I never really thought so myself
    The dark spirit was always hoverin nearer
    And I knew in my heart there was just no help
    When he called me to the bed
    Took my hand to say goodbye
    He said he wouldnt blame nobody
    Said he wouldnt ask the Lord why
    And when he passed on
    A March wind blew
    Sun drew away a veil of cloud
    We buried him smiling
    We buried him deep
    And I could hear him sayin right out loud
    Live for me
    Live for me
    Live twice as big
    Love twice as long
    Work twice as hard
    Play all of your cards
    Live for me
    Live for me
    Burn twice as bright
    Three times as long
    But brother, dont do no one wrong
    Brother, dont do no one wrong
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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Чет 20 Дек 2012, 02:15

    Elvis J. Kurtovic - Cerka jedinica

    Bila si ćerka jedinica iz bogate begovske kuće
    Bila si mami mezimica, bila si tatino luče
    Nisam bio, nisam ja za tebe
    Oprezna je bila tvoja igra
    Igrac je i možda mog'o proći
    Ali zato lopta nikad



    Nikad nisi išla na akciju
    Nikad nisi skuvala supu
    Nikad nisi radilia fizičko
    Nikad uživo slušala grupu

    Nikad nisi išla na akciju
    Nikad nisi skuvala supu
    Nikad nisi radilia fizičko
    Nika uživo gledala Elvisa

    Kad god te vidim lijepo se iskeziš
    Od tvoje ljepote izgubim zrak
    Al' oči su ti mutne i iz njih se ne vidi
    Da l' još uvijek nesto cuvas za brak

    Bila si ćerka jedinica iz bogate begovske kuće
    Bila si mami mezimica, bila si tatino luče

    Nikad nisi išla na akciju
    Nikad nisi skuvala supu
    Nikad nisi radilia fizičko
    Nikad uživo slušala grupu

    Nikad nisi išla na akciju
    Nikad nisi skuvala supu
    Nikad nisi radilia fizičko
    Nika uživo gledala Elvisa


    Болдот...


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Toecutter on Нед 13 Јан 2013, 21:11

    Le Deserteur (Boris Vian, 1954)

    Забранета во Р.Франција и остали корпорации, бајаги време.



    Monsieur le Président,
    je vous fais une lettre,
    que vous lirez peut-être,
    si vous avez le temps.

    Je viens de recevoir
    mes papiers militaires
    pour partir à la guerre
    avant mercredi soir.

    Monsieur le Président
    je ne veux pas le faire,
    je ne suis pas sur terre
    pour tuer de pauvres gens.

    C'est pas pour vous fâcher,
    il faut que je vous dise,
    ma décision est prise,
    je m'en vais déserter.

    Depuis que je suis né,
    j'ai vu mourir mon père,
    j'ai vu partir mes frères,
    et pleurer mes enfants.

    Ma mère a tant souffert,
    qu'elle est dedans sa tombe,
    et se moque des bombes,
    et se moque des vers.

    Quand j'étais prisonnier
    on m'a volé ma femme,
    on m'a volé mon âme,
    et tout mon cher passé.

    Demain de bon matin,
    je fermerai ma porte
    au nez des années mortes
    j'irai sur les chemins.

    Je mendierai ma vie,
    sur les routes de France,
    de Bretagne en Provence,
    et je crierai aux gens:

    refusez d'obéir,
    refusez de la faire,
    n'allez pas à la guerre,
    refusez de partir.

    S'il faut donner son sang,
    allez donner le vôtre,
    vous êtes bon apôtre,
    monsieur le Président.

    Si vous me poursuivez
    prévenez vos gendarmes
    que je serai en arme
    et que je sais tirer.

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    Mr. President
    I'm writing you a letter
    that perhaps you will read
    If you have the time.

    I've just received
    my call-up papers
    to leave for the front
    Before Wednesday night.

    Mr. President
    I do not want to go
    I am not on this earth
    to kill wretched people.

    It's not to make you mad
    I must tell you
    my decision is made
    I am going to desert.

    Since I was born
    I have seen my father die
    I have seen my brothers leave
    and my children cry.

    My mother has suffered so,
    that she is in her grave
    and she laughs at the bombs
    and she laughs at the worms.

    When I was a prisoner
    they stole my wife
    they stole my soul
    and all my dear past.

    Early tomorrow morning
    I will shut my door
    on these dead years
    I will take to the road.

    I will beg my way along
    on the roads of France
    from Brittany to Provence
    and I will cry out to the people:

    Refuse to obey
    refuse to do it
    don't go to war
    refuse to go.

    If blood must be given
    go give your own
    you are a good apostle
    Mr. President.

    If you go after me
    warn your police
    that I'll be armed
    and I know how to shoot.
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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Сре 06 Фед 2013, 06:56

    Fikreta, između mene i dna
    Još samo ti stojiš, fikreta
    I možda bi trebalo
    Da se skloniš otuda
    I da počneš iz početka

    Da ne pereš više tuđa stubišta
    Zbog mojih lutanja, kafana i tombola
    Ti znaš da lažem da se promijenit neću nikad
    Život je jedan, živi ga fikreta

    Ooooo u lošoj formi sam
    Ooooo u lošoj formi sam
    I zato ne želim da budeš
    Tu kraj mene, prošetaj

    Nekada davno voljela si čovjeka
    Taj čovjek, to već dugo nisam ja
    Već dugo u lošoj formi sam
    Uzalud me uspravljaš

    Fikreta mi trešnje iznjela
    A ja se sjetim nekog filma o pticama
    Kada je ptici u lošoj formi drug
    Tada ni ona ne leti na jug


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Раткапна on Чет 07 Фед 2013, 14:38

    Не ми е баш омилен текстот, ама онака ме бендисва

    Paloma Faith
    Just Be

    Let's grow old together
    Let's be unhappy forever
    Cause there's no one else in this world
    That I'd rather be unhappy with
    Let's be exposed and unprotected
    Let's see one another when we're weak
    Let's go our separate ways in the night like two moths
    But know that you're flying home to me
    I was born thinking it would all be dreaming
    But I know that I wouldn't be happy that way

    You wear me out with frustration and heartache and anger
    But we wait for the wave just to wash it away
    Don't say nothing
    Just sit next to me
    Don't say nothing
    Shhh
    Just be just be just be

    Let's let go together
    Let us unfold one another
    And watch all the little things that once drew me to you
    Eventually get on my nerves

    I wear you out with frustration and heartache and anger
    But we wait for the wave just to wash it away
    Don't say nothing
    Just sit next me
    Don't say nothing
    Shhh
    Just be just be just be

    When you're sick of the everyday ohhh
    When you're tired of my voice
    When you tell me you walk out that door
    That's when I know that you'll stay oh

    Don't say nothing
    Just sit next to me
    Don't say nothing
    Just be just be
    Just don't say nothing
    Just sit next to me
    Don't say nothing
    Just be just be just

    Don't say nothing
    Shhh
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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Чет 07 Фед 2013, 18:26

    Zabranjeno pusenje - PUPOLJAK

    Vec dugo bio sam momak
    kad stig'o je prirode zov
    zazmurio sam, udahno duboko
    i kreno u zivot nov

    Svi papci htjeli su sina
    ja sam dobio kcerku
    bila je tako blaga na mene
    lijepa vise na zenu

    Ref.
    Bila je mali, njezni pupoljak
    koji jednom bit ce divan cvijet
    moj slatki mali, njezni izdanak
    zalijevaj ga i porast ce

    A onda je krenulo zlo
    strasni zvuci i slike
    bjezala je meni u krilo
    u podrumu igrala zmirke
    izasla je nahranit cuku
    i samo sebe ja krivim
    otada disem, jedem i hodam
    ali vise ne zivim

    Bila je mali, njezni pupoljak
    koji jednom bit ce divan cvijet
    moj slatki mali, njezni izdanak
    zalijevas ga, on nestane

    Otada volim djecu svu
    crnu, bijelu i zutu
    zelim im da ne bude rata
    zelim im sretni da budu

    U san mi dodje divna djevojka
    izgleda sretno i zdravo
    i kaze : "tata, nemoj se budit
    ostani sa mnom jos malo"

    Bila je mali, njezni pupoljak
    koji jednom bit ce divan cvijet
    moj slatki mali, njezni izdanak
    u mom srcu nikad ne vene

    Bila je mali, njezni pupoljak
    koji jednom bit ce divan cvijet
    moj slatki mali, njezni izdanak
    zalijevas ga, on nestane



    ЕЛВИС Џ. Куртовиќ.

    цела прича ја има и на спотот дури.



    U san mi dodje divna djevojka
    izgleda sretno i zdravo
    i kaze : "tata, nemoj se budit
    ostani sa mnom jos malo"

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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Сре 27 Фед 2013, 21:38

    LZ - THE OCEAN


    Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain.
    Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the brain.
    Got no time to pack my bag, my foots outside the door.
    Got a date, can't be late for the high hopes hailla ball.

    Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean's roar.
    Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more.
    Singing about the good things and the sun that lights the day.
    I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost its way.
    Oh Yeah...
    I don't know
    Sitting round singing songs 'til the night turns into day.
    Used to sing on the mountains but the mountains washed away.
    Now I'm singing all my songs to the girl who won my heart.
    She is only three years old and it's a real fine way to start.


    Го болдирам четвртиот стих...
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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Пет 01 Мар 2013, 08:35

    DK'S

    "Night Of The Living Rednecks"

    Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything.
    We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show.
    Who wants to be Dinah Shore? Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore?
    Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn.
    Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.

    I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland.
    The night before we played at the Long Goodbye.
    I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night.
    A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night.
    And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this
    bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires,
    everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,
    right. Well, they drove up to me
    and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "Hey, faggot,"
    and showered me with some water.
    So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock.
    Now, I waited, walked down about a block to
    where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside,
    and sure enough they drove around again.
    They said, "Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's?" I said,
    "I don't know" and they squirted me again.
    So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car.
    They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store,
    who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer,
    and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling,
    "We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you,
    you motherfucker."
    So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside,
    held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door
    to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth,
    beating on it with their club, yelling,
    "We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you,
    you god damn faggot." I just looked at them.
    So, there was a crowd gathering by this time
    and these kids were standing nearby and they said,
    "Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out.
    I yelled at them, "Take me to a mental hospital right away.
    I wanna be be put away.
    Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away.
    Please put me away now."
    They said, "Alright, faggot, we're calling the police." So they called the police.
    The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks.
    He opens up the door, "Get out of there, you,"
    throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back.
    Then he goes over to the jocks, "Now what happened here?
    It looks like we're going have to take him to jail
    but we got to have the full story first"
    So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole
    Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah,
    ace in the hole, and they go, "Well, goddammit,
    the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right,
    so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him.
    I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit.
    Let me kill him."
    So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home,
    and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence.
    And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh? Tolerent Oregon?

    Ray, are you done with your guitar yet? He isn't done yet.
    So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of stories.
    That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose.


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Пет 01 Мар 2013, 09:03

    Ќе испаднат два по ред наеднаш, ама морам да го стаам и овај.

    Ем наменски, ем ....

    RAMONES - I LOST MY MIND


    I lost my mind


    Give me some skin
    Give me some gin
    Give me some wine
    I lost my mind

    I want some wine

    I lost my mind


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by prozaque on Сре 13 Мар 2013, 14:57

    Рок Шопен - Турбо Фолк

    Folk je narod
    turbo je sistem ubrizgavanja goriva
    pod pritiskom u cilindar motora
    sa unutrasnjim sagorijevanjem

    Turbo folk je gorenje naroda
    svako pospjesivanje tog sagorijevanja
    je turbo folk, razbuktavanje najnizih strasti
    kod homo sapiensa

    Muzika je miljenica svih muza
    harmonija svih umjetnosti
    turbo folk nije muzika
    turbo folk je miljenica masa
    kakofonija svih ukusa i mirisa
    ja sam mu dao ime

    Alkohol je turbo folk
    koka-kola je turbo folk
    pecenje na raznju je turbo folk
    porno-sopovi su turbo folk
    nacionalizam je turbo folk
    rejv-parti je turbo folk
    etno-dzez je turbo folk

    Folk je narod
    turbo je sistem ubrizgavanja goriva
    pod pritiskom u cilindar motora
    sa unutrasnjim sagorijevanjem
    ja nisam izmislio turbo folk
    ja sam mu dao ime

    Adolf Hitler je turbo folk
    trgovina ljudskim organima je turbo folk
    kriminalci su turbo folk
    marlboro je turbo folk
    silikoni su turbo folk
    kokain je turbo folk
    dzipovi sa niskoprofilnim felnama su turbo folk

    Sistem ubrizgavanja goriva pod pritiskom
    u cilindar motora sa unutrasnjim sagorijevanjem

    Turbo folk je gorenje naroda
    svako pospjesivanje tog sagorijevanja
    je turbo folk, razbuktavanje najnizih strasti
    kod homo sapiensa
    ja nisam izmislio turbo folk
    ja sam mu dao ime

    Glasacki listic koji omogucuje svakoj budali
    da ga ispravno popuni je turbo folk

    tetoviranje, pirsing i bodiart su turbo folk
    auto-otpadi su turbo folk
    seks-trefiking je turbo folk

    Registracije sa malim
    ili okruglim brojevima su turbo folk
    Mek Donald je turbofolk
    kladionice su turbo folk
    przionice kafe su turbo folk
    zlato i drago kamenje su turbo folk

    Evrovizija je turbo folk
    hipermarketi su turbo folk
    stadioni su turbo folk
    sapunske serije su turbo folk
    modni kreatori su turbo folk
    politicki marketing je turbo folk

    Ja nisam izmislio turbo folk
    ja sam mu dao ime


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Саб 06 Апр 2013, 18:12

    J.P.
    Desert plains

    Full moon is rising
    The sky is black
    I heed your call I'm coming back
    The road is straight cast
    Wind's in my eyes
    The engine roars between my thighs

    From desert plains I bring you love
    From desert plains I bring you love

    Wild mountain thunder
    Echoes my quest
    My body aches but I'll not rest
    Quartz light to guide me
    Till sunrise leads
    My passion screams, my heart it bleeds

    From desert plains I bring you love
    From desert plains I bring you love

    Then in the distance
    I see you stand
    On the horizon you raise your hand
    In burning rubber
    I end my quest
    You fall into my arms at last

    From desert plains I bring you love



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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by prozaque on Вто 04 Јун 2013, 04:45

    Pips, Chips & Videoclips - Bog

    vidim na padini,napadao snijeg
    vidim sizife,kako se penju
    gledam tone,
    tone ovaj brod.
    ko' da nikad nije bilo
    štakora na njemu,
    štakora na njemu.

    sjetih se dana kad sam bio pionir
    nosio maramu
    i plavu kapu.
    šljakaj u tvornici,parni strojevi.
    al' ti i ja ,buraz,
    sjajimo u mraku
    sjajimo u mraku.

    REFREN:
    a djeca se igraju poraza i pobjede
    i bog ce je nagraditi
    jer nema što raditi
    ovaj tjedan.
    a bog je uvijek vrijedan.

    vidim na planini,
    napiknuli stijeg
    pa najhrabrije vješaju po njemu.
    u dolini, rulja,
    samo kenjaju i stenju.
    samo kenjaju i stenju!

    REFREN:
    a djeca se igraju poraza i pobjede
    i bog ce je nagraditi jer nema što raditi
    ovaj tjedan.
    a bog je uvijek vrijedan.

    djeca se igraju poraza i pobjede
    i bog ce je nagraditi jer nema što raditi
    ovaj tjedan.
    a bog je uvijek vrijedan.

    doviđenja!
    hahaha
    e pa doviđenja! yeee
    doviđenja...
    doviđeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
    doviđenja! haha
    doviđenja!

    ne piški u lavabo,dobro jedi,slušaj mamu i tatu i ne placi u društvu!


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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Саб 15 Јун 2013, 18:40

    PIL - Rise

    I could be wrong I could be right
    could be wrong

    I could be wrong I could be right
    I could be black I could be white
    I could be right I could be wrong
    I could be white I could be black
    Your time has come your second skin
    The cost so high the gain so low
    Walk through the valley
    The written word is a lie

    May the road rise with you
     
      Could be wrong I could be right

      And made these feelings go away
    Model citizen in every way

    May the road rise with you

    Anger is an energy
    Anger is an energy
    Anger is an energy
    Anger is an energy

      May the road rise with you

    Anger is an energy
     
    Could be wrong I could be right
    Could be wrong I could be right
    I could be wrong I could be right
    I could be black I could be white
    I could be right I could be wrong
    I could be black I could be white
    Your time has come your second skin
    The cost so high the gain so low
    Walk through the valley
    The written word is a lie

    May the road rise with you


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    Пишување by Toecutter on Саб 15 Јун 2013, 20:17

    Оваа Rise ми беше highest point од PIL дури и клипот со оливертвистовска позадина...:)
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    Re: Омилени текстови #2

    Пишување by Batty on Саб 17 Aвг 2013, 09:50

    Забрањено пушење (Неле)


    Jer ljubav udari često tamo gdje ne treba
    I kad joj se čovjek najmanje nada


    Podno planina i orlovih krila on je pio potok s izvora
    Vode su tekle, a srne bi rekle raja eno malog Milana
    Vatra s ognjišta je grijala pet sjenki sa zidova,
    A na zidu Zvezda crvena, Bijelo Dugme i Sveti Nikola

    Pored kuće štala
    U štali sijeno ispod sijena maljutka

    Sestra se bila dobro udala
    A u brata firma krenula
    Al' otac je bio tmuran na dan Arhanđela Gavrila
    Govorio je svečano riječima predaka

    Mog dedu su jurili Turci, a vašeg Austrija
    Ja sam bježo od ustaškog noža, od tada sam sjed
    Opet je vrijeme da se Srpstvo brani puškom,
    Stante djeco u red

    Fazila je bila meka svila prava vila, samo bez krila
    Babo joj je trgovo kožom od Visokog pa do Goražđa
    U kući vazda osmjesi, baklava i puna tepsija
    Imala je četiri brata, četiri vita jelena
    Al' majka je suzna klanjala na prvi dan Bajrama

    Babo je zborio mirno, kao stari hadžija
    Mora se djeco braniti Bosna, naša jedina
    Zagleda se tad u brata brat,
    Nema sumnje počinje rat

    Bila je noć i bila je hladna smještena vješta zasjeda
    Akciju su vodila četiri brata, četiri vita jelena
    Odjeknu lelek klancima, prosu se krv rijekama
    Žive uhvatiše par momaka
    Živog i brata Milana

    Kontraofanziva kao što to biva bila je zestoka
    Srpsku vojsku vodio je lično pukovnik Slavko Lisica
    Noć se okrenu naopako, nema više ni svitanja
    Po srušenoj čaršiji lutao je Milan
    Tražeć brata rođena
    Al' umjesto brata ispod jorgovana stajala je lijepa Fazila

    Ti ideš sada samnom jasna su pravila
    Tvoja braća drže moga brata
    Slijedi razmjena
    Ništa ti se neće desit ako budeš pametna

    Al' ljubav udari često tamo gdje ne treba
    I kad joj se čovjek najmanje nada
    A kad ljubav udari strasno tu stiže i nesreća
    I u plamenu sve obično strada

    Pet dana je sjedila u uglu, kao pet stotina godina
    Pet noći od straha pet jutara bez dodira
    Šesti dan se u njima probudi luda bečtija
    Šesti dan, kao san, ljubav se rodila
    Blagi dodir usnama, jebena je sudbina

    Zar ti je mala Turkinja mozak popila
    Zar ti ništa ne znače srpstvo i Sveti Nikola
    Zar da ti brata na kolac nabiju, govorila je rodbina
    Zar ne znaš da je rat, đe ziviš ti
    Ona ostaje samnom jeb'te se svi

    I uzalud je stig'o haber da je spremna razmjena
    Uzalud je babo slao novce
    Vrati nam se jedina
    Moja je ovdje zadnja, ja ne idem od Milana

    Jer ljubav udari često tamo gdje ne treba
    I kad joj se čovjek najmanje nada
    A kad ljubav udari strasno tu stiže i nesreća
    I u plamenu sve obično strada

    Sve do zime nisu izlazili iz svog malog brloga
    Prokleti da su Milan i Fazila i od Boga i od naroda
    Kažu da ih je grijala neka đavolja ljubav vatrena
    Kažu da je ta vrela ljubav jedne noći kuću zapalila
    Gorio je strašan plamen iznad bosanskih planina

    A vojska tvrdi da tjela nisu nigdje nađena
    Neke babe su ih vidjele da lete poput anđela
    Primila ih je Amerika javio je novinar Reutera
    Ali nije znao tačno ko je dobio azil
    Milan i Fazila il' Milana i Fazil

    Jer ljubav udari često tamo gdje ne treba
    I kad joj se čovjek najmanje nada
    A kad ljubav udari strastno tu stiže i nesreća
    I u plamenu sve obično strada

    Podno planina i orlovih krila on je pio potok s izvora



    Ах, бре, Неле... најголема загуба од ратот за Босна ваљда си ти.


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    Пишување by Toecutter on Вто 22 Jул 2014, 21:10




    Y'en a pas un sur cent et pourtant ils existent
    La plupart Espagnols allez savoir pourquoi
    Faut croire qu'en Espagne on ne les comprend pas
    Les anarchistes

    Ils ont tout ramassé
    Des beignes et des pavés
    Ils ont gueulé si fort
    Qu'ils peuv'nt gueuler encor
    Ils ont le cœur devant
    Et leurs rêves au mitan
    Et puis l'âme toute rongée
    Par des foutues idées

    Y'en a pas un sur cent et pourtant ils existent
    La plupart fils de rien ou bien fils de si peu
    Qu'on ne les voit jamais que lorsqu'on a peur d'eux
    Les anarchistes

    Ils sont morts cent dix fois
    Pour que dalle et pourquoi ?
    Avec l'amour au poing
    Sur la table ou sur rien
    Avec l'air entêté
    Qui fait le sang versé
    Ils ont frappé si fort
    Qu'ils peuv'nt frapper encor

    Y'en a pas un sur cent et pourtant ils existent
    Et s'il faut commencer par les coups d' pied au cul
    Faudrait pas oublier qu' ça descend dans la rue
    Les anarchistes

    Ils ont un drapeau noir
    En berne sur l'Espoir
    Et la mélancolie
    Pour traîner dans la vie
    Des couteaux pour trancher
    Le pain de l'Amitié
    Et des armes rouillées
    Pour ne pas oublier

    Qu'y'en a pas un sur cent et qu' pourtant ils existent
    Et qu'ils se tiennent bien bras dessus bras dessous
    Joyeux et c'est pour ça qu'ils sont toujours debout
    Les anarchistes...





    Historia de tres amigos, de la dulce libertad,
    Si se hicieron anarquistas, no fue por casualidad.
    Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso y García Oliver,
    Llamados los solidarios que desprecian al poder.

    Buscados y perseguidos, por el campo y la ciudad,
    Si acabaron en la cárcel, no fue por casualidad
    Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso y García Oliver,
    Tres hojas de trebol negro, contra el viento del poder.

    Siguiendo con su costumbre de burlar la autoridad,
    Si cruzaron la frontera, no fue por casualidad.
    Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso y García Oliver,
    La negra sombra del pueblo contra el brillo del poder.

    Después de una temporada se volvieron para acá,
    Si temblaron los burgueses no fue por casualidad.
    Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso y García Oliver,
    Tres balas negras de plomo, apuntando hacia el poder.

    Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso y García Oliver,
    Tres balas negras de plomo, apuntando hacia el poder.





    Як батько заграє, ворог враз ридає.
    То іти до кого молодому козаку.
    Червоні ліворуч, білії праворуч.
    Піду я до батька на гражданськую війну.

    Любо, братці, любо, любо, братці, жить.
    З нашим отаманом не приходиться тужить.

    Із-за балки лунко, лунко в береги
    Вдарили одразу короткії батоги.
    Батько нахилився, коня у кар’єр.
    «Висікти сволоту!» — цівку плечем впер.

    А першая куля, а першая куля
    Порснула по мні, та спасли ремні.
    А другая куля, а другая куля
    Вранила коня, ще й за світа дня.

    Любо, братці, любо, любо, братці, жить.
    З нашим отаманом не приходиться тужить.

    А третяя куля, а третяя куля
    Зранила мене, мого коня нехай мине.
    Як терпець урвався, вже не налякать.
    Тільки б дотягнутися, а на смерть начхать.

    Несумуйте батьку, нічого пенять
    Ті, хто виноваті, вже навіки сплять
    А що да не владнали та не домайстрували
    Буде того зілля нашим дітям дорубать

    Любо, братці, любо, любо, братці, жить.
    З нашим отаманом не приходиться тужить.

    Годі на сьогодні, браття, храбрувать,
    Коні натомились, хлопці хочуть спать.
    Нічого не шкода, ні врага-ірода
    Шкода лише волі та буланого коня.

    Любо, братці, любо, любо, братці, жить.
    З нашим отаманом не приходиться тужить.

    Любо, братці, любо, любо, братці, жить.
    З нашим отаманом не приходиться тужить.





    Ai gridi ed ai lamenti
    di noi plebe tradita,
    la folla dei potenti
    si scosse impaurita;

    E prenci e magistrati
    gridaron coi Signori
    che siam degli arrabbiati,
    e rudi malfattori

    Folli non siam né tristi
    né bruti né birbanti,
    ma siam degli anarchisti
    pel bene militanti

    Al giusto, al ver mirando
    strugger cerchiam gli errori,
    perciò ci han messi al bando
    col dirci malfattori.

    Deh fa presto a sorgere
    o sol dell’avvenire
    vivere vogliam liberi,
    non vogliam più servire

    Leggi dannose e grame
    di frodi alti strumenti
    secondan sol le brame
    dei ricchi prepotenti;

    dàn pane a chi lavora,
    onor a sfruttatori,
    conferman poscia ancora
    che siam dei malfattori!

    La Chiesa e lo Stato
    uniti alla borghesia
    contendono al creato
    di libertà la via

    Ma presto i dì verranno
    che papa, re` e signori
    coi birri lor cadranno
    per man dei malfattori.

    Deh fa presto a sorgere
    o sol dell’avvenire
    vivere vogliam liberi,
    non vogliam più servire

    E allora vedremo sorgere
    il sol dell’avvenire
    in pace potrem vivere
    e in libertà gioir,
    e in libertà gioir.

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