EKV, jedino sto se moze porediti sa poezijom u nasoj muzici (koja ne postoji vec zadnjih 10ak godina)
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Posted 24 May 2006 - 05:48
Nick Cave - The Curse Of Millhaven
I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die
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Prokletstvo Milhejvena u slovenskoj izvedbi, na poljskom, Przekleństwo Millhaven
I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die
---
Prokletstvo Milhejvena u slovenskoj izvedbi, na poljskom, Przekleństwo Millhaven
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Posted 24 May 2006 - 10:27
Isto me radi sada kao sto me je radila kada sam imao 15 godina.
Ian Curtis - Decades
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever,
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Ian Curtis - Decades
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever,
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
#65
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Posted 28 May 2006 - 11:23
David Bowie, An Occasional Dream
I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed
And we'd speak of the Swedish room
Of hessian and wood
And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise...
Some things we could do
In our madness
We burnt one hundred days
Time takes time to pass
And I still hold some ashes to me
An Occasional Dream
And we'd sleep, oh so close
But not really close our eyes
Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long ago
And I still can't touch your name
For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me
In my madness
I see your face in mine
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time
Time
An Occasional Dream
Of mine
An Occasional Dream
Of mine
An Occasional Dream
Of mine
I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed
And we'd speak of the Swedish room
Of hessian and wood
And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise...
Some things we could do
In our madness
We burnt one hundred days
Time takes time to pass
And I still hold some ashes to me
An Occasional Dream
And we'd sleep, oh so close
But not really close our eyes
Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long ago
And I still can't touch your name
For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me
In my madness
I see your face in mine
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time
Time
An Occasional Dream
Of mine
An Occasional Dream
Of mine
An Occasional Dream
Of mine
#66
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Posted 31 May 2006 - 02:33
QUOTE(Inter @ 16 May 2006, 13:11)
EKV, jedino sto se moze porediti sa poezijom u nasoj muzici (koja ne postoji vec zadnjih 10ak godina)
A AZRA?
odlicna poezija. pre svega poezija.
pa pesme duska trifunovica uglazbljene od strane bijelog dugmeta. na primer.
#67
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Posted 31 May 2006 - 16:49
QUOTE(mango @ 31 May 2006, 03:33)
A AZRA?
odlicna poezija. pre svega poezija.
pa pesme duska trifunovica uglazbljene od strane bijelog dugmeta. na primer.
odlicna poezija. pre svega poezija.
pa pesme duska trifunovica uglazbljene od strane bijelog dugmeta. na primer.
Zašto tražiš karizmu u sebi punjena ptico
Mogućnost prosvjećenosti razdvaja te od
Beskrajne žudnje za misijom,
Miris zemlje, koncentrični krugovi gluposti
I neznanja kao prstenje, ono dalje
Ne razumijem, izgleda mi da je mrtva straža
Rekoh sebi: "Moj Bože", koliko demagogije sustavno poredane
U Artiljerijske salve
Koliko pokradenih misli iza kojih ne stoji
Ništa osim mržnje, sujete, vlasti
I koliko pokvarenosti treba da se
Izlije pred naše noge
I kako je do neprepoznavanja dovedena
Suština prevare
I rijeka nije bila rijeka u samom poćetku
I nije nužno da ne bude
Ponornica do kraja
Što se događa kad mrtvi fazani lete iznad naših glava
Kad mrtvi fazani lete, a ni jedan ne pada
Što se događa kad očajanje zahvati ljude
Kad očajanje neumitno prelazi u kajanje
Gledajući iz daljine konture na sceni
Padaju mi na pamet vodene boje
Umazane ruke brzo se peru
Bas pre svega poezija....apsolutno me cudi da niko nista od Dzonija nije okacio ranije....
Moj generalni stav prema tekstovima stvari je da su retki majstori koji urade muzicku pesmu koja se da citati kao dobra poezija. No, slazem se sa mnogim izborima, npr. Waits, Cohen (koji je, do duse, pre svega pesnik). Ma koliko da volim Springsteena, ipak su njegovi tekstovi R'n'R (da se razumemo, tekstovi su sjajni, ali tesko da bih uzeo knjigu i citao to da ne znam ko je i sta je Bruce i da ne povezujem te tekstove sa njegovom muzikom).
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Posted 31 May 2006 - 20:43
Rekoh sebi: "Moj Bože", koliko demagogije sustavno poredane
U Artiljerijske salve
Koliko pokradenih misli iza kojih ne stoji
Ništa osim mržnje, sujete, vlasti
I koliko pokvarenosti treba da se
Izlije pred naše noge
I kako je do neprepoznavanja dovedena
Suština prevare
U Artiljerijske salve
Koliko pokradenih misli iza kojih ne stoji
Ništa osim mržnje, sujete, vlasti
I koliko pokvarenosti treba da se
Izlije pred naše noge
I kako je do neprepoznavanja dovedena
Suština prevare
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Posted 31 May 2006 - 23:58
QUOTE(mango @ 31 May 2006, 20:43)
Rekoh sebi: "Moj Bože", koliko demagogije sustavno poredane
U Artiljerijske salve
Koliko pokradenih misli iza kojih ne stoji
Ništa osim mržnje, sujete, vlasti
I koliko pokvarenosti treba da se
Izlije pred naše noge
I kako je do neprepoznavanja dovedena
Suština prevare
U Artiljerijske salve
Koliko pokradenih misli iza kojih ne stoji
Ništa osim mržnje, sujete, vlasti
I koliko pokvarenosti treba da se
Izlije pred naše noge
I kako je do neprepoznavanja dovedena
Suština prevare
sam ovaj odlomak je cista demagogija...
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Posted 01 June 2006 - 16:55
kako kome. nama koji smo to videli uzivo - kada nam se zemlja raspadala, kada su nam klali familije, kada su komunisti postali vernici veci od vladike, to je pre svega istina.
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Posted 01 June 2006 - 16:55
Child Of God - Antony and the Johnsons.
I know a man who curses his brother
I know a man who lives for no other
Always chasing after money
Thinks a poor man is funny
It's hard, it's hard to believe he's a child of God
I know a woman who steals from her mother
That same woman she gets drunk from one day to another
Kicks her kids out in the street
There's another man under their father's sheets
I find it hard, I find it hard, I find it hard
It's hard to believe she's a child of God
I know some people who go to church on sunday
These same people, they wear a sheet on monday
Talk about justice being free
They're watching lynchings so easily
I find it hard, I find it hard, I find it hard
It's hard to believe these are children of God
I find it hard to believe right now
These people call themselves children of God
I know a man who curses his brother
I know a man who lives for no other
Always chasing after money
Thinks a poor man is funny
It's hard, it's hard to believe he's a child of God
I know a woman who steals from her mother
That same woman she gets drunk from one day to another
Kicks her kids out in the street
There's another man under their father's sheets
I find it hard, I find it hard, I find it hard
It's hard to believe she's a child of God
I know some people who go to church on sunday
These same people, they wear a sheet on monday
Talk about justice being free
They're watching lynchings so easily
I find it hard, I find it hard, I find it hard
It's hard to believe these are children of God
I find it hard to believe right now
These people call themselves children of God
#72
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Posted 01 June 2006 - 21:29
Vincent ( starry,starry night) Don McLean
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
Edited by Teja, 01 June 2006 - 21:55.
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Posted 01 June 2006 - 23:53
QUOTE(mango @ 1 Jun 2006, 16:55)
kako kome. nama koji smo to videli uzivo - kada nam se zemlja raspadala, kada su nam klali familije, kada su komunisti postali vernici veci od vladike, to je pre svega istina.
ne drzi predavanja... kao tekst za pesmu moz da prodje. literarno bezvredno, jer tendenciozno i samim tim banalno. tacka.
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Posted 02 June 2006 - 17:52
QUOTE(anti @ 2 Jun 2006, 00:53)
ne drzi predavanja... kao tekst za pesmu moz da prodje. literarno bezvredno, jer tendenciozno i samim tim banalno. tacka.
predavanja (i to neutemeljena na cinjenicama) si poceo da drzis ti. zato umukni i bavi se temom. tacka.
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Posted 03 June 2006 - 00:37
QUOTE(mango @ 2 Jun 2006, 17:52)
predavanja (i to neutemeljena na cinjenicama) si poceo da drzis ti. zato umukni i bavi se temom. tacka.
cinjenica je da je pesma koju si ostavila tendenciozna kako si i sama potvrdila svojim tumacenjem. uzivaj.
