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#1 AndiSam

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Posted 16 March 2006 - 22:14

Mnogi muzicari i mnogi slusaoci - i ne znam tacno sta je od ta dva tragicnije - smatraju da su reci pesme samo propratna stvar, nesto preko cijeg se znacenja moze preci, dokle god je refren dovoljno pevljiv, pa makar i ne znacio nista. Iz tog razloga u danasnjoj pop muzici, bar onoj kojoj sam, na nesrecu, izlozen, nema kvalitetnih tekstova, vec kojekakvih besmislenih poigravanja zamenicama (jeste li primetili kako uvek stavljaju zamenice na kraj, kao da nista drugo ne moze da se rimuje) i apsurdnim poredjenjima kojih bi se i Milorad Pavic postideo, poput Cecinog stereo bola, na primer; ne znam tacno koliko je Marina Tucakovic obavestena o tome sta znaci "stereo" (pesmu na primer voli moj prijatelj koji studira istrazivacku hemiju, mozda zato sto se on malo bolje od mene razume u steroizomeriju).

Spadam u grupu ljudi kojima je tekst (ako ga ima) izuzetno vazan, i mozda bas zato pretezno slusam rock muziku ili jazz; kao da u savremenoj muzici nema pesnika poput Morrisona, Dylana, nema snaznih tekstova kao sto su neke pesme Pink Floyda (npr. Comfortably Numb ili Wish You Were Here, Shine On You Crazy Diamong). U nasoj muzici danas tu je jos jedino Djordje Balasevic, koga svejedno radije svrstavam u pesnike, jer pesme poput Uspavanke za decaka, Dodjoske, Naposletku... i nisu nista do poezija.

Nesto ne vidim da postoji u nasoj muzici neko cije bismo pesme mogli smatrati poezijom, a nazalost, ni u stranoj. What do you think?

#2 zzzzz

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Posted 16 March 2006 - 22:45

Spomenuh odavno da sam poodavno prvo procitao tekst, a tek posle cuo pesmu... i kad sam procitao, smatrao sam za poeziju.

ništa se ne događa kad si dolje i kad si sam
i kad noći vuku u podsvjest sve do sjećanja
lavina kotrljajućih tegova na nogama pritiska
i znoj tek kasnije počinje da smeta
tek kasnije budi se grad
neke poderane ulice
bljesak morkih tračnica
prvi tramvaj preko trešnjevke
raste u mojim očima

jutro obilazi scenu rutinski
s dužnim poštovanjem
ja se uklanjam s puta
dvostruka krinka na njegovom licu
čini suvišnom svaku providnost
kako da se kontroliram kad me ubija
osjećaj tako drugaciji od svega što razumijem
od svega što želim da vidim

nešto kao flash

gledao sam opet film o beznađu
ili je to mozda bila kronika
nepoznatog jer tako se zvao
čovjek ni živ ni mrtav ni pomorac
ako ikad ispunim želju
i ti mi daš za pravo misleći

to je jedini način da ga zadržim

ako ikad dospijem tamo gdje prestaje strah
bit ću spreman da zaboravim

neke poderane ulice
bljesak mokrih tračnica
prvi tramvaj preko trešnjevke
sjaj u tvojim očima


I ja se trudim, nadam se da ce uskoro biti usnimljeno u mojemu podrumu. (znam da ne pripada ovde, ali jos sam pod utiskom, ovo je frisko ispod prese):

АРИВЕДЕРЧИ ХОКАИДО

На палуби брода
Лежимо у својим лежаљкама
Дуге су сенке пластичних палми
Казаљке сунчаног сата

Људи плешу
У ритму таласа океана
Греју нас последњи зраци пред сумрак
Хоризонт постаје све мање стваран

Спојени мраком
Ветар у мокрим кабаницама
Хтео бих да се вратим
Сад схватам где сам грешио

Из бродског бара
Излази, мртав пијан, Јан Палах
Пита ме – Зар си још будан?
Зашто не спаваш?
Спавај.


#3 Indy

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Posted 16 March 2006 - 22:59

Nesto ne vidim da postoji u nasoj muzici neko cije bismo pesme mogli smatrati poezijom, a nazalost, ni u stranoj. What do you think?

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Pa, ne gledas dovoljno pazljivo (ne mislim na muziku na srpskom ili hrvatskom, dakako).

#4 AndiSam

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Posted 16 March 2006 - 23:30

Pa, ne gledas dovoljno pazljivo (ne mislim na muziku na srpskom ili hrvatskom, dakako).

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Daj mi primer.

#5 zzzzz

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Posted 16 March 2006 - 23:38

Tvoja mladost, tvoja hrabrost
Je tako lepa, tako snažna predstava
Tvoja mladost, tvoja hrabrost
Je tako lepa, tako divna komedija

U suton u srcu, čuješ neku nepoznatu muziku
U suton, u suton, tajne su deo nas dok klizimo uz obalu

Okean pun je reči, pun je mačeva
Okean je tih i tužan iza sutona

Slobodan si, oslobođen
Šta ćeš učiniti sa sobom u praznoj pučini
Slobodan si za večnost
Šta ćeš učiniti sa sobom u pustom vrtu

U suton u srcu, čuješ neku nepoznatu muziku
U suton, u suton, tajne su deo nas dok klizimo uz obalu

Okean pun je reči, pun je mačeva
Okean je tih i tužan iza sutona

Okean pun je reči, pun je mačeva
Okean je tih i tužan iza sutona

Okean pun je reči, pun je šapata
Grad je tih i tužan iza sutona

#6 Indy

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 00:26

Daj mi primer.

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Pa nista drugo i ne radim na forumu, nego saljem 'primere'. (Mislim da sam ih poslao na stotine zadnjih par godina samo).

Evo jednog koji nisam slao (da ne ponavljam stalno Nick Cavea, Tom Waitsa, ili Dead Can Dance) ...ovaj je cak 'mainstream':



Bruce Springsteen
Devils and Dust

Got my finger on the trigger
But I don't know who to trust
I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust

We're a long, long way from home Bob
Home's a long, long way from us
Feel the dirty winds blowin'
Devils and dust

I got God on my side
I'm just trying to survive
But if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love

Fear is a powerful thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God-filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
Blood began to dry
And a smell began to rise

Well I dreamed of you last night Mom
In a field of mud and bone
And your blood began to dry
The smell began to rise

Got God on our side
We're just trying to survive
But if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love

Fear is a powerful thing
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God-filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It'll take your God-filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Now every woman and every man
They wanna take your right to stand
Find the love with God wills
The faith that He commands

I've got my finger on the trigger
Tonight faith just ain't enough
And I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust

But I've got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
But if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love

Fear is a dangerous thing
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God-filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It'll take your God-filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Edited by Indy, 17 March 2006 - 00:30.


#7 Kapetan Kuki

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 03:19

Evo,ja će ga ponovim:

TOM WAITS - "Lucky Day"

The prettiest girl
In all the world
Is in a little Spanish town
But I left her for a Bonnie lass
And I told her
I'd see her around
But that Bonnie lass
And her heart of glass
Would not hold a candle

To bumming around
So don't cry for me
For I'm going away
And I'll be back some lucky day

Tell the boys back home
I'm doing just fine
I left my troubles and woe
So sing about me
For I can't come home
I've many more miles to go

Why, there's Miss Kelsey
You taught dance at our school
And old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me
For I'm going away
ANd I'll be back some lucky day

Now when I was a boy
My daddy sat me on his knee
And he told me
He told me many things
And he said sone
There's a lot of things in this world
You're gonna have no use for
ANd when you get blue
And you've lost all your dreams
There's nothin' like a campfire
And a can of beans

Why, there's Miss Kelsey
She taught dance at our school
And old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me
For I'm going away
And I'll be back some lucky day

#8 ignjat

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 07:39

LEONARD COHEN - Here it is

Here is your crown
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.

Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your love
For all of this.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.

Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

And here is the night,
The night has begun;
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.

And here is the dawn,
(Until death do us part);
And here is your death,
In your daughter’s heart.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That it’s all built upon.

Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 07:43

Suzanne by Leonard Cohen

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 you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 09:19

Pa kad je tu vec stari Leonard, valjda najlepsa pesma ever (kad je peva Jeff Buckley):




I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the Name in vain
I don't even know the Name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not some victory march
It's a cold and broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
But I remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Now maybe there's a God above
But all I ever learned from love
Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a complaint that you hear tonight
It's not someone who's seen the light
It's a cold and lonely Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come here to fool you
And even though it went all wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Halleluljah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

#11 ignjat

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 10:05

Mora se ovde naći mesta a za Roberta Allana Zimmermana. Teško je izabrati jednu njegovu pesmu. Ipak, Pašće teška kiša.


Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 10:13

Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now


Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons ev’rywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on ev’ryone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev’ry fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living ev’ry day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 10:23

...i malo mladji autor:



Michael Stipe - Try Not to Breathe


I will try not to breathe
I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees
These eyes are the eyes of the old, shiver and fold

I will try not to breathe
This decision is mine. I have lived a full life
And these are the eyes that I want you to remember, oh

I need something to fly over my grave again
I need something to breathe

I will try not to burden you
I can hold these inside. I will hold my breath
Until all these shivers subside,
Just look in my eyes

I will try not to worry you
I have seen things that you will never see
Leave it to memory me. I shudder to breathe

I want you to remember, oh (you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again (you will never see)
I need something to breathe (something to breathe)
Baby, don’t shiver now
Why do you shiver? (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again. (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to breathe, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I will try not to worry you
I have seen things that you will never see
Leave it to memory me. don’t dare me to breathe
I want you to remember, oh (you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again (you will never see)
I need something to breathe (something to breathe)
Baby, don’t shiver now
Why do you shiver now? (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to breathe (something to breathe - I have seen things you will never see)
I want you to remember

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 10:36

Nick Cave - The Carny

And no-one saw the carny go
And the weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
And as the company crossed the bridge
With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed
It shone, just so, upon the edge
Dog-boy, atlas, half-man, the geeks, the hired hands
There was not one among them that did not cas an eye behind
In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind

And the carny had a horse, all skin and bone
A bow-backed nag, that he named "sorrow"
How it is buried in a shallow grave
In the then parched meadow
And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch
And laying the nag's carcass in the ground
And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around
Saying "The nag is dead Meat"
"We caint afford to carry dead weight"
The whole company standing about
Not making a sound
And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate
The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait"

And thean the rain came
Everybody running for their wagons
Tying all the canvas flaps down
The mangy cats crowling in ther cages
The bird-girl flapping and squawking around
The whole valley reeking of wet beast
Wet beast and rotten hay
Freak and brute creation
Packed up and on their way
The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind
Moses says to Noah "We shoulda dugga deepa one"
Their grizzled faces like dying moons
Still dirty from the digging done
And as the company passed from the valley
Into a higher ground

The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow
And on the mound
Until nothing was left, nothing at all
Except the body of sorrow
That rose in time
To float upon the surface of the eaten soil
And a murder of crows did circle round
First one, then the others flapping blackly down

And the carny's van still sat upon the edge
Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge
And the rain it hammered down
And no-one saw the carny go
I say it's funny how things go

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Posted 17 March 2006 - 11:31

@Indy: zaboravio sam da navedem Bossa! Svakako, on je odlican. Meni se ponajvise dopada Nebraska, celokupan album.

A kad ignjat vec pomenu Cohena, evo mog favorita:

Famous Blue Raincoat

It’s four in the morning, the end of december
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New york is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see jane’s awake --

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

-- sincerely, l. cohen