The Lady Came From Baltimore
(Tim Hardin)
Lady came from Baltimore,
All she wore was lace.
She didn't know that I was poor,
She never saw my place.
I was there to steal her money,
Take her rings and run.
Then I fell in love with the lady,
Got away with none.
The lady's name was Susan Moore,
Her daddy read the law.
She didn't know that I was poor,
And lived outside the law.
Her daddy said, I was a thief
And didn't marry her for love.
I was Susan's true belief,
Married her for love.
I was there to steal her money,
To take her rings and run.
Then I fell in love with the lady,
Got away with none.
The house she lived in had a wall
To keep the robbers out.
She'd never stop to think at all
If that's what I'm about.
I was there to steal her money,
Take her rings and run.
Then I fell in love with the lady,
Got away with none.
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Posted 04 April 2006 - 05:29
If I Were a Carpenter
(Tim Hardin)
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade, would you still love me?
Carrying the pots I made, following behind me
Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Come and give me your tomorrows
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me
Answer me, babe, yes, I would, I'd put you above me
If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored box, your soft shoes shining?
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(Tim Hardin)
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade, would you still love me?
Carrying the pots I made, following behind me
Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Come and give me your tomorrows
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me
Answer me, babe, yes, I would, I'd put you above me
If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored box, your soft shoes shining?
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Posted 04 April 2006 - 06:17
"A Boy Named Sue" (Johnny Cash)
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
#49
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Posted 04 April 2006 - 06:36
Reason To Believe
(Tim Hardin)
If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself
If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself
If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Still I look to find a reason to believe
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(Tim Hardin)
If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself
If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard to live
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never thinking of myself
If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Still I look to find a reason to believe
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Posted 06 April 2006 - 00:55
NEIL YOUNG
"Thrasher"
They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting
in the full moon
They had given all they had
for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water
shone like diamonds in the dew.
And I was just getting up,
hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw
those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin'
like my day had just begun.
Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.
It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement
turns to sand
With a one-way ticket
to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends
I still don't understand.
They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks
and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.
So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road
without that load
Brings back the time
when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great
Grand Canyon rescue episode.
Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums,
galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.
But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line
in the field of time
When the thrasher comes,
I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.
"Thrasher"
They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting
in the full moon
They had given all they had
for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water
shone like diamonds in the dew.
And I was just getting up,
hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw
those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin'
like my day had just begun.
Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.
It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement
turns to sand
With a one-way ticket
to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends
I still don't understand.
They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks
and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.
So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road
without that load
Brings back the time
when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great
Grand Canyon rescue episode.
Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums,
galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.
But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line
in the field of time
When the thrasher comes,
I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.
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Posted 06 April 2006 - 01:01
PEARL JAM
"Rats"
they don't eat, don't sleep
they don't feed, they don't seethe
bare their gums when they moan and squeak
lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
they don't push, don't crowd
congregate until they're much too loud
fuck to procreate till they are dead
drink the blood of their so called best friend
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare
they don't scam, don't fight
don't oppress an equals given rights
starve the poor so they can be well fed
line their holes with the dead ones bread
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...
rats...they don't compare
rats...they don't compare
ben, the two of us need look no more
ben, the two of us need look no more
"Rats"
they don't eat, don't sleep
they don't feed, they don't seethe
bare their gums when they moan and squeak
lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
they don't push, don't crowd
congregate until they're much too loud
fuck to procreate till they are dead
drink the blood of their so called best friend
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare
they don't scam, don't fight
don't oppress an equals given rights
starve the poor so they can be well fed
line their holes with the dead ones bread
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one
don't shit where they're not supposed to
don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...
rats...they don't compare
rats...they don't compare
ben, the two of us need look no more
ben, the two of us need look no more
#52
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Posted 07 April 2006 - 21:05
Neki od najvecih pesnika XX veka su zapravo bili muzicari.
The Smiths-This Night Has Opened My Eyes
In a river the colour of lead
Immerse the baby’s head
Wrap her up in the news of the world
Dump her on a doorstep, girl
This night has opened my eyes
And I will never sleep again
You kicked and cried like a bullied child
A grown man of twenty-five
Oh, he said he’d cure your ills
But he didn’t and he never will
Oh, save your life
Because you’ve only got one
The dream has gone
But the baby is real
Oh, you did a good thing
She could have been a poet
Or, she could have been a fool
Oh, you did a bad thing
And I’m not happy
And I’m not sad
A shoeless child on a swing
Reminds you of your own again
She took away your troubles
Oh, but then again
She left pain
So, please save your life
Because you’ve only got one
The dream has gone
But the baby is real
Oh, you did a good thing
She could have been a poet
Or, she could have been a fool
Oh, you did a bad thing
And I’m not happy
And I’m not sad
Oh ...
And I’m not happy
And I’m not sad
Oh ...
And I’m not happy
And I’m not sad
Nick Drake-I Was Made To Love Magic
I was born to love no one
No one to love me
Only the wind in the long green grass
The frost in a broken tree.
I was made to love magic
All it’s wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago.
I was born to use my eyes
Dream with the sun and the skies
To float away in a lifelong song
In the mist where melody flies.
I was made to love magic...
I was born to sail away
Into a land of forever
Not to be tied to an old stone grave
In your land of never.
I was made to love magic...
Suede-Asphalt World
I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
She comes to me and I supply her with ecstasy
Sometimes we ride in a taxi to the ends of the city
Like big stars in the back seat like skeletons ever so pretty
I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
But where does she go?
And what does she do?
And how does she feel when she’s next to you?
And who does she love in time-honored fur?
Is it me or her?
I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
She’s got a friend, they share mascara I pretend
Sometimes they fly from the covers to the winter of the river
For these silent stars of the cinema
It’s in the blood stream, it’s in the liver
I know a girl, she walks the asphalt felt world
But where does she go?
And what does she do?
And how does she feel when she’s next to you?
And who does she love in time-honored fur?
Is it me or is it her?
With ice in her blood
And a dove in her head
Well how does she feel when she’s in your bed?
When you’re there in her arms
And there in her legs
Well I’ll be in her head
Cuz that’s where I go
And that’s what I do
And that’s how it feels when the sex turns cruel
Yes both of us need her, this is the asphalt world
-Izvinjavam se zbog duzine posta (ne onog uskrsnjeg).
The Smiths-This Night Has Opened My Eyes
In a river the colour of lead
Immerse the baby’s head
Wrap her up in the news of the world
Dump her on a doorstep, girl
This night has opened my eyes
And I will never sleep again
You kicked and cried like a bullied child
A grown man of twenty-five
Oh, he said he’d cure your ills
But he didn’t and he never will
Oh, save your life
Because you’ve only got one
The dream has gone
But the baby is real
Oh, you did a good thing
She could have been a poet
Or, she could have been a fool
Oh, you did a bad thing
And I’m not happy
And I’m not sad
A shoeless child on a swing
Reminds you of your own again
She took away your troubles
Oh, but then again
She left pain
So, please save your life
Because you’ve only got one
The dream has gone
But the baby is real
Oh, you did a good thing
She could have been a poet
Or, she could have been a fool
Oh, you did a bad thing
And I’m not happy
And I’m not sad
Oh ...
And I’m not happy
And I’m not sad
Oh ...
And I’m not happy
And I’m not sad
Nick Drake-I Was Made To Love Magic
I was born to love no one
No one to love me
Only the wind in the long green grass
The frost in a broken tree.
I was made to love magic
All it’s wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago.
I was born to use my eyes
Dream with the sun and the skies
To float away in a lifelong song
In the mist where melody flies.
I was made to love magic...
I was born to sail away
Into a land of forever
Not to be tied to an old stone grave
In your land of never.
I was made to love magic...
Suede-Asphalt World
I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
She comes to me and I supply her with ecstasy
Sometimes we ride in a taxi to the ends of the city
Like big stars in the back seat like skeletons ever so pretty
I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
But where does she go?
And what does she do?
And how does she feel when she’s next to you?
And who does she love in time-honored fur?
Is it me or her?
I know a girl she walks the asphalt world
She’s got a friend, they share mascara I pretend
Sometimes they fly from the covers to the winter of the river
For these silent stars of the cinema
It’s in the blood stream, it’s in the liver
I know a girl, she walks the asphalt felt world
But where does she go?
And what does she do?
And how does she feel when she’s next to you?
And who does she love in time-honored fur?
Is it me or is it her?
With ice in her blood
And a dove in her head
Well how does she feel when she’s in your bed?
When you’re there in her arms
And there in her legs
Well I’ll be in her head
Cuz that’s where I go
And that’s what I do
And that’s how it feels when the sex turns cruel
Yes both of us need her, this is the asphalt world
-Izvinjavam se zbog duzine posta (ne onog uskrsnjeg).
Edited by Leela, 07 April 2006 - 21:06.
#53
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Posted 16 April 2006 - 19:49
Književnost i pop muzika nisu razdvojeni zidom ili nekom drugom, manje očiglednom granicom. Mešaju se. To je isti svet tekstova. Naravno, svako može tvrditi suprotno. Može tvrditi i da niko ni ne tvrdi suprotno. Zašto onda svaki pisarčić, pita se novi i najmlađi saradnik Popboksa, može početi svoju knjižicu velikom mišlju još većeg mislioca, a svi polude kada Bloc Party na svom sajtu citiraju Bertranda Rasela, pa ih zatim okarakterišu kao pretenciozne pseudointelektualce?
http://www.popboks.c.../poppismo.shtml
pozdrav svima!
http://www.popboks.c.../poppismo.shtml
pozdrav svima!
Edited by Popboks, 16 April 2006 - 19:51.
#54
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Posted 17 April 2006 - 08:30
Harvest
Stay with me awhile
Rise above the vile
Name my final rest
Poured into my chest
Pledge yourself to me
Never leave me be
Sweat breaks on my brow
Given time ends now
Spirit painted sin
Embers neath my skin
Veiled in pale embrace
Reached and touched my face
Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
Halo of death, all I see is departure
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr
Opeth[/B]
Stay with me awhile
Rise above the vile
Name my final rest
Poured into my chest
Pledge yourself to me
Never leave me be
Sweat breaks on my brow
Given time ends now
Spirit painted sin
Embers neath my skin
Veiled in pale embrace
Reached and touched my face
Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
Halo of death, all I see is departure
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr
Opeth[/B]
Edited by Butterfly_In_Emptiness, 17 April 2006 - 08:31.
#55
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Posted 17 April 2006 - 14:33
QUOTE(Popboks @ 16 Apr 2006, 20:49)
hehe, stihovi na kraju teksta delo su volta vitmena. vrhunac lirike beach boysa je otprilike, "be true to your school, just like you would to your girl". sto u ovom slucaju i ima nekog smisla.
#56
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Posted 10 May 2006 - 08:36
Tom Waits - Diamonds On My Windshield
These diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pulling into town on the Interstate
I got a steel train in the rain
And the wind bites my cheek through the wing
And it's these late nights and this freeway flying
Always makes me sing
There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune
It's pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly, twenty-four hour moon
And Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
Wishing he was home in a Wisconsin bed
fifteen feet of snow in the East
Colder than a welldigger's ass
And it's colder than a welldigger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by cruise with a dry back
And orange drive-in the neon billin'
Theatre's fillin' to the brim
Slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin
Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
out of state plates
running a little late
Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling hills and concrete fields
The broken line's on your mind
Eights go east and the fives go north
The merging nexus back and forth
You see your sign, cross the line,
signalling with a blink
And the radio's gone off the air
Gives you time to think
And you hear the rumble
As you fumble for a cigarette
Blazing through this midnight jungle
Remember someone that you met
One more block; the engine talks
And whispers 'home at last'
It whispers 'home at last'
It whispers 'home at last'...
These diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pulling into town on the Interstate
I got a steel train in the rain
And the wind bites my cheek through the wing
And it's these late nights and this freeway flying
Always makes me sing
There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune
It's pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly, twenty-four hour moon
And Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
Wishing he was home in a Wisconsin bed
fifteen feet of snow in the East
Colder than a welldigger's ass
And it's colder than a welldigger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by cruise with a dry back
And orange drive-in the neon billin'
Theatre's fillin' to the brim
Slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin
Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
out of state plates
running a little late
Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling hills and concrete fields
The broken line's on your mind
Eights go east and the fives go north
The merging nexus back and forth
You see your sign, cross the line,
signalling with a blink
And the radio's gone off the air
Gives you time to think
And you hear the rumble
As you fumble for a cigarette
Blazing through this midnight jungle
Remember someone that you met
One more block; the engine talks
And whispers 'home at last'
It whispers 'home at last'
It whispers 'home at last'...
Edited by Indy, 10 May 2006 - 08:41.
#57
Artur Dent
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Posted 10 May 2006 - 08:55
Kad smo kod Morrisseya, eve meni najlepse pesme:
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it's not like any other love
This one is different - because it's ours
Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon
How near you stand to me
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Kiss My Shades
Hand in glove
The Good People laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Kiss My Shades ... oh ...
So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath
If they dare touch a hair on your head
I'll fight to the last breath
For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
Oh ...
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it's not like any other love
This one is different - because it's ours
Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon
How near you stand to me
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Kiss My Shades
Hand in glove
The Good People laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Kiss My Shades ... oh ...
So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath
If they dare touch a hair on your head
I'll fight to the last breath
For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
Oh ...
#58
izo
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Posted 14 May 2006 - 13:28
Dead Soul Tribe - Some Things You Can't Return
Often Guests forget their things
Leave their hats, their coats and rings
Other people leave their stains
Leave their shadows leave their pains
Some people leave their bones
Some things you can't return
The shadows people leave behind
Eventually you're bound to find
Something you may never see
Still it haunts your memory
Some people bring their stones
Never take them home
Things you can't return
Some people leave their bones
Some things you can't return
Houses have a memory
Houses have a memory
The more you carry in
The more you leave behind
The more you carry in
The more you leave behind
And what you leave behind
Some things you can't return
Often Guests forget their things
Leave their hats, their coats and rings
Other people leave their stains
Leave their shadows leave their pains
Some people leave their bones
Some things you can't return
The shadows people leave behind
Eventually you're bound to find
Something you may never see
Still it haunts your memory
Some people bring their stones
Never take them home
Things you can't return
Some people leave their bones
Some things you can't return
Houses have a memory
Houses have a memory
The more you carry in
The more you leave behind
The more you carry in
The more you leave behind
And what you leave behind
Some things you can't return
#59
TakeoSpikes
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Posted 15 May 2006 - 15:33
if you're thinking you're to co-oo-ol to boogie
boy o0oh boy have i got a news for you
everybody here tonight must boogie (everybody boogie)
let me tell you you're not exception to the rule
get on up on the floor
'cause we gonna boogie-oogie-oogie
'till you just can't boogie no more (boogie no more)...
boy o0oh boy have i got a news for you
everybody here tonight must boogie (everybody boogie)
let me tell you you're not exception to the rule
get on up on the floor
'cause we gonna boogie-oogie-oogie
'till you just can't boogie no more (boogie no more)...
#60
Indy
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Posted 15 May 2006 - 15:36
Ne ide tako, bwe, vec:
cause we gonna boogie-oogie-loogie-doogie-oogie
cause we gonna boogie-oogie-loogie-doogie-oogie
