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#331 SteveFrancis#3

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Posted 17 December 2017 - 18:03

Telefon veselih devojaka sam podvukao zutim

Halo, dobro vece, na vezi Ajs Nigrutin

"Cao, ja sam Lola i sad s tobom pricam gola"

Sto lazes bre budalo, zar ti licim na mentola

Ne lozim se na te gluposti jer sam stara skola

A tebe cu da nadjem da ovaj racun platis pola


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#332 Asterion

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Posted 20 January 2018 - 02:36

Ima jedno malo mjesto 

na granici sna
vjetrovi su tamo 
ni sjeverni 
ni južni
ni hladni
ni topli, nego daleki
 
Ljudi tamo ili plove zvijezdama 
ili podižu kragnu od usnulih ljiljana
preko mosta zaljubljenog u svoje obale
 
zimi se tamo ne ide
zimi se tamo čuje šapat pocjepanih krovova
 
Ne daj grade da ti snove tuga krade
tvojim vjetrom svoja jedra da puni
ne daj da ti noćas lice suze kvase
dok ti mladu vode tuđi svatovi
 
Ne daj grade da te mrtve sjenke bude
da ti gase oči pune ljubavi
kao dijete ispod neba noćas budi
naše ruke biće tvoji mostovi
 
Rijeka što je dugo tekla i u srca utekla
neka bude mirno more za sve tvoje brodove

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#333 pierre van hooijdonk

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Posted 20 January 2018 - 02:47

de si asterione


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#334 Asterion

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Posted 22 January 2018 - 22:01

Iza osmeha

 

Noćas tražim meke reči
noćas tražim mir
noćas tražim baš te reči
znaš ih samo ti

 

Reči koje nikad
nećeš izgovoriti
one koje sad tu stoje
samo reci ih

 

Noćas tražim jedno lice
koje kaže “da”
jedno malo, bledo lice
da me pogleda

 

Ono koje sada kriješ
iza osmeha
noćas tražim baš to lice
samo otkrij ga

 

Noćas tražim jednu suzu
da me sakrije
da mi kaže da je dobro
da me miluje

 

Kad je vidim u tvom oku
ona čuva te
noćas tražim baš tu suzu
samo pusti je


Edited by Asterion, 22 January 2018 - 22:02.

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#335 SteveFrancis#3

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Posted 10 February 2018 - 00:51

It takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
:hail:
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#336 Asterion

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Posted 02 March 2018 - 22:01

Odbrana

 

 

Isus je naš maj

 

Uzmi me nežno dok sam još tu

sve što volim je daleko, daleko

voli me nežno dok sam još tu

sve što imam je kod mene, kod mene

uzmi me nežno dok sam još tu

 

 

Isus je naš maj

 

Rodjeni uz neke reke daleke

gledamo nebo koje pada na nas

sve što nemaš vidim bolje i bolje

uzmi me nežno dok sam još tu

 

 

Isus je naš maj

 

Tražimo kroz govor azurna jutra

svetlosti nisu dovoljan znak

sve što imam je kod mene, kod mene

reci mi nežno da sam još tu


Edited by Asterion, 02 March 2018 - 22:02.

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#337 Asterion

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Posted 08 May 2018 - 23:02

Pesma napisana godine 1996.
 
2030 
 
We’re in year 2030 and I find myself nearly 60 years old,
my goatee is grey, and I have no hair on my head,
and Ambra is the first woman President.1
Hoo-oo, the sky can barely be seen,
we go out with a gas mask,
on the buses they have a business class
and to walk into a church, hoo-oo, you need a pass.
Nowadays we just talk through the Internet.
And the Parliament is quartered in Hammamet.2
They shoot one another in the subway,
there are checkpoints between North and South,3
but we all wear Dolce&Gabbana.
And my mind flies back in time,
it rushes to before 2000, many years ago,
when we were still in time, unlike now,
and besides cons there were pros,
so I have...
 
A lot of nostalgy for the 90s,
when the world was the ark and we were Noah.
It was difficult, but possible,
we didn’t know where and how, but we still knew why.
There were willing people, there were people who got together,
there were people who still loved despite the evil.
Music, there was music, I remember, music,
music, there was music, music.
 
We are in year 2030, they control television and radio,
there is an audio censorship committee,
they evaluate, they decide what is okay, what is not okay.
They give us harmless music after the dummy run.
They give us Sanremo: Baudo is still presenting it,4
with the flowers and the spectacular setting,
this year Bossi won, he went back to singing.5
 
We’re in year 2030,
Italy sold the Colisseum to France, Venice is sinking.
2030, and every same day a bomb explodes.6
2030, and we are out of air, but we have plenty of hate,
they first divided North and South and then city from city.
Consider: now everyone keeps shut in his own room,
intolerance dances, there is no hope.
I have...
 
A lot of nostalgy for the 90s,
when the world was the ark and we were Noah.
It was difficult, but possible,
we didn’t know where and how, but we still knew why.
There were willing people, there were people who got together,
there were people who still loved despite the evil.
Music, there was music, I remember, music,
music, there was music, music.
 
This is year 2030, here those who think are the minority,
but it doesn’t matter, it’s not needed anymore, hoo-oo.
2030, indifference is a virtue.
Cybernazis have their own TV show.
Liberators beat up bums in the name of Jesus, hoo-oo.
The national anthem sounds like a dirge.
Virtual sex is healthier,
since there is a virus you can get through sweat,
and in ninety hours you die, HIV seems a cold in comparison;
it’s a war experiment gotten out of control,
and the result is that no one makes love.
And I’m an outlaw since I talk about this,
since I think of when we could still stop all of this,
now it’s late for a pirate poet who hopes in memories and has...
 
A lot of nostalgy for the 90s,
when the world was the ark and we were Noah.
It was difficult, but possible,
we didn’t know where and how, but we still knew why.
There were willing people, there were people who got together,
there were people who still loved despite the evil.
Music, there was music, I remember, music,
music, there was music, music.
 
I have...
A lot of nostalgy for the 90s,
when the world was the ark and we were Noah.
It was difficult, but possible,
we didn’t know where and how, but we still knew why.
There were willing people, there were people who got together,
there were people who still loved despite the evil.
Music, there was music, I remember, music,
music, there was music, music.
 
 
 

 

 
  • 1.Ambra Angiolini (known as ‟Ambra”) is an actress and TV presenter, who became famous at 15 with her first programme Non è la RAI {It’s not RAI; RAI is the Italian public TV broadcaster}. Being a woman, an actress and a young girl, she’s the opposite of the stereotypical president of the republic. An actress who (fictitiously) became president is a perfect example of the ‟weapons of mass distraction” that this song is about.
  • 2.Hammamet is a town in Tunisia, where the former Prime Minister Bettino Craxi fled to avoid being arrested in 1994. He was going to be sentenced for multiple cases of corruption and illegal funding.
  • 3.There are contrasts between the North and South of Italy, with the South being poorer and having a higher crime rate. Many people in the North would like to separate from the rest of Italy.
  • 4.Sanremo is a city in Liguria where, every year, they hold the ‟Festival della musica italiana” {Festival of Italian Music}. It’s always been a quite ‟conservative” event, more about love songs, good feelings and political correctness than about experimentation and rebellion.
    Pippo Baudo is a very famous TV presenter who fits perfectly in the role of the old, respectable, modest presenter.
  • 5.Umberto Bossi is the founder and former leader of the Lega Nord {North League}, a xenophobic political party that aimed at the division between northern Italy and southern Italy, so that the north could get rid of the despised south.
  • 6.un giorno sì e uno no {one day yes and one day no} = every other day.
    So, un giorno sì e uno sì is a fancy way to say ‟every day”.

Edited by Asterion, 08 May 2018 - 23:07.

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#338 Ne sam Safete

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Posted 05 June 2018 - 09:29

Give me back my broken night 
my mirrored room, my secret life 
it's lonely here, 
there's no one left to torture 
Give me absolute control 
over every living soul 
And lie beside me, baby, 
that's an order! 
Give me crack and anal sex 
Take the only tree that's left 
and stuff it up the hole 
in your culture 
Give me back the Berlin wall 
give me Stalin and St Paul 
I've seen the future, brother: 
it is murder. 

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Cohen, 'The Future'


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