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#31 precog

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Posted 05 June 2005 - 18:21

upravo to slusam sada

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#32 Ljuban

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Posted 05 June 2005 - 20:25

:lol:

....Bacila je sve niz rijeku

INDEXI - ŽUTE DUNJE

Voljelo se dvoje mladih,
Šest mjeseci i godinu,
Kad su htjeli da se uzmu,
Da se uzmu aman aman,
Dušmani im ne dadoše. x2

Razbolje se lijepa Fatma,
Jedinica u majke,
Poželjela žute dunje,
Žute dunje aman aman,
Žute dunje iz Stambola. x2

Ode dragi da donese,
Žute dunje carigradske,
Al' ga nema tri godine,
Tri godine aman aman,
Nit' se javlja niti dolazi. x2

Dođe dragi sa dunjama,
Nađe Fatmu na nosilima,
200 dajem spustite je,
300 dajem otkrijte je,
Da još jednom Fatmu ljubim ja. x2

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#33 al bundy

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Posted 05 June 2005 - 21:44

bilo sto s "final cuta" me strese, ali na "gunners dream" flipnem redovito...

the gunners dream

floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
in the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
i had a dream
i had a dream
goodbye max
goodbye ma
after the service when you're walking slowly to the car
and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
you hear the tolling bell
and touch the silk in your lapel
and as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
you take her frail hand
and hold on to the dream

a place to stay
enough to eat
somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
where you can speak out loud
about your doubts and fears
and what's more no-one ever disappears
you never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
you can relax on both sides of the tracks
and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
and everyone has recourse to the law
and no-one kills the children anymore
and no-one kills the children anymore

night after night
going round and round my brain
his dream is driving me insane
in the corner of some foreign field
the gunner sleeps tonight
what's done is done
we cannot just write off his final scene
take heed of the dream
take heed

#34 hristodulo

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Posted 05 June 2005 - 23:33

Charles Aznavour - She
Elvis Costello - Good Year For The Roses
Cousteau - Last Good Day Of The Year
Neil Young - Only Love Can Break Your Heart
Saint Etienne - Hobart Paving
Smiths - I Know It's Over
This Mortal Coil - You And Your Sister
Evan Dando - Knowing Me Knowing You
Wilco - Say You Miss Me
Teenage Fanclub - Norman 3
Gene - Where Are They Now
Billy Bragg - A New England
Calexico - Alone Again Or

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Pet Shop Boys - Jealousy

At dead of night, when strangers roam
The streets in search of anyone who’ll take them home
I lie alone, the clock strikes three
And anyone who wanted to could contact me
At dead of night, ’till break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
It’s much too late

Where’ve you been?
Who’ve you seen?
You didn’t phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
I’ve tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy

I never knew time passed so slow
I wish I’d never met you, or that I could bear to let you go
At dead of night, ’till break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
It’s much too late

Where’ve you been?
Who’ve you seen?
You didn’t phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
I’ve tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Where’ve you been?
Who’ve you seen?
You didn’t phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
I’ve tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy

Where’ve you been?
Who’ve you seen?
You didn’t phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
I’ve tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Where’ve you been?
Who’ve you seen?
You didn’t phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
I’ve tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy

I never knew ’till I met you

#35 DaniloBg

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Posted 05 June 2005 - 23:38

Charles Aznavour - She
Elvis Costello - Good Year For The Roses
Cousteau - Last Good Day Of The Year
Neil Young - Only Love Can Break Your Heart
Saint Etienne - Hobart Paving
Smiths - I Know It's Over
This Mortal Coil - You And Your Sister
Evan Dando - Knowing Me Knowing You
Wilco - Say You Miss Me
Teenage Fanclub - Norman 3
Gene - Where Are They Now
Billy Bragg - A New England
Calexico - Alone Again Or

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e ti si baš osetljiv...

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#36 Bane5

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Posted 05 June 2005 - 23:46

Ima dosta pesama koje vas bace u neko raspoloženje blisko seti, a onda je izbor samo vaš - da li plakati ili ne...

Evo tri poznate teme koje su moj izbor, a prve mi padoše na pamet:

Nature boy
Recimo verzija Toquinha i Vinicusa De Moraesa, ali može skoro svaka

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"


Van Morrison –
In The Garden

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
In the garden in the garden wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden

The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ

And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden

No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden


Dionne Warwick -
Walk On By

If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by

Make believe
That you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by

I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by

Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
And walk on by
And walk by (don't stop)

Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk by (don't stop)

#37 pitseleh

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Posted 05 June 2005 - 23:55

Lucinda Williams - Bus To Baton Rouge

#38 isidor

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Posted 06 June 2005 - 00:43

Mene se place od pesama koje su jako tuzne.

#39 Psycho

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Posted 06 June 2005 - 00:43

sve se svodi na ovu:

Nazdravite drugovi,
sa mnom i sa tugom,
otišla je voljena,
u zagrljaj drugom.

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#40 Isobel

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Posted 06 June 2005 - 00:50

aj reci mi neke takve pesme slicne riveru, imam skoro sve albume springsteena ali ne znam sta da slusam :lol: ne volim neke vesele stvari... sad sam u drugoj fazi...

pa, ne znam, shto se mene tiche ne mozesh da pogrijeshish...ima li on veselih stvari uopshte? :huh: mene malo-vishe-nego-ostale pogadjaju "highway patrolman", "meeting across the river"..."brilliant disguise", "lost in flood"...maa, mogla bih ovako do sjutra, samo ga dooobro oslushkuj i bice ti sve jasno/tuzno.

#41 Dunadan

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Posted 06 June 2005 - 09:37

ovu pesmu nisam u stanju ni da prochitam do kraja, stegne mi se grlo negde na pola prve strofe:

Sergej Jesenjin, 1915

ПЕСНь О СОБАКЕ

Утром в ржаном закуте,
Где златятся рогожи в ряд,
Семерых ощенила сука,
Рыжих семерых щенят.

До вечера она их ласкала,
Причесывая языком,
И струился снежок подталый
Под теплым ее животом.

А вечером, когда куры
Обсиживают шесток,
Вышел хозяин хмурый,
Семерых всех поклал в мешок.

По сугробам она бежала,
Поспевая за ним бежать...
И так долго, долго дрожала
Воды незамерзшей гладь.

А когда чуть плелась обратно,
Слизывая пот с боков,
Показался ей месяц над хатой
Одним из ее щенков.

В синюю высь звонко
Глядела она, скуля,
А месяц скользил тонкий
И скрылся за холм в полях.

И глухо, как от подачки,
Когда бросят ей камень в смех,
Покатились глаза собачьи
Золотыми звездами в снег.


a od otpevanih:

Loreena McKennit

THE HIGHWAYMAN

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered nd clashed in the dark innyard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way.
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
there was death at every window
and hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement,
The road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" And they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"
She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
The trigger at least was hers!
Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs were ringing clear
Tlot-tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming!
She stood up straight and still!
Tlot in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment! She drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.
He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
when they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding,
Riding, riding,
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Edited by DUNADAN, 06 June 2005 - 09:39.


#42 DaniloBg

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Posted 06 June 2005 - 09:43

ja sam imao isto problem sa davičovom srbijom... :huh: (znam,ni meni nikad nije bilo jasno :lol: )
u petak bilo u peščaniku...ebo te pola sata nisam mogao da se smirim... :lol:

#43 inkal

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Posted 06 June 2005 - 09:50

When The Day Is Short

When the day is short
And the nights are long
It's a different world
Where the rules are wrong

And I, I will go home with who
Whoever is sure
Are you sure?

And I don't care if you
If you love me tomorrow just
Love me tonight & I
I will be all right
I'll be all right
I'll be all right
Until tomorrow night

And it's oh so long
Meet your, meet your friends at the bar
And is that who those people are?
They they seem so very...oh, far
They seem so far
Is that who they really are?

And on the jukebox is your
Is your only song & I
I have never remembered the words
Now I've waited, waited too long
I've waited too long
Our love is gone

No more sober words of love
No more walks in the park side
No more sweet & shy touches, yeah
We're just lovers in the dark
Feel nothing, leave no mark
But it was fun when we saw sparks

When the day is short
And the nights are long
It's a different world
Where the rules are wrong

I'll be all right
I'll be all right

#44 Dunadan

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Posted 06 June 2005 - 12:56

Ode dragi da donese,
Žute dunje carigradske,
Al' ga nema tri godine,
Tri godine aman aman,
Nit' se javlja niti dolazi.

jeste, super je pesma ali mi ovo nikad nije bilo jasno.
pa nije dragi otisho u Zambiju pa kao, nema brodskog saobracaja, a i golubovi pismonoshe zbunjeni, ne znaju na kom su kontinentu.
dragi otishao u Istambul, kontam, da je i peshke ishao trebalo bi mu nekoliko meseci, plafon godinu dana. a sigurno nije isho peshke.
pa chak i da je dosho u decembru pa se zajebo sa sezonom, pa morao da cheka nekih 9 meseci da sazriju, pa chak i sve to kad se spoji nije vishe od godinu dana.
sta je radio naredne dve godine?

#45 zagor

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Posted 06 June 2005 - 13:06

Ode dragi da donese,
Žute dunje carigradske,
Al' ga nema tri godine,
Tri godine aman aman,
Nit' se javlja niti dolazi.

jeste, super je pesma ali mi ovo nikad nije bilo jasno.
pa nije dragi otisho u Zambiju pa kao, nema brodskog saobracaja, a i golubovi pismonoshe zbunjeni, ne znaju na kom su kontinentu.
dragi otishao u Istambul, kontam, da je i peshke ishao trebalo bi mu nekoliko meseci, plafon godinu dana. a sigurno nije isho peshke.
pa chak i da je dosho u decembru pa se zajebo sa sezonom, pa morao da cheka nekih 9 meseci da sazriju, pa chak i sve to kad se spoji nije vishe od godinu dana.
sta je radio naredne dve godine?

Ulepsa mi dan :lol: