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Imali smo ovu temu na starom forumu, i dok sam se vracao kuci shvatio sam da bismo je mogli imati ponovo.
Dakle, postujte tekst vase omiljene pesme, samo nemojte raditi ono sto radite po drugim temama - vikati kako su jedni najboljiji od drugih, a da pri tome ne pruzite nikakve argumente (u stvari, da vam jedini argument bude kako eto to metalci slusaju pa je to dobro, a oni valjda znaju u ruke...).

Evo da pocnem, tri po meni najbolja teksta:

Song of Joy - Nick Cave

Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man and his family
And I swear that it is true
Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
She was a sweet and happy thing
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the spring
I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
Or what life had in store
But all things move toward their end
All things move toward their their end
On that you can be sure
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many days to follow
She grew so sad and lonely
Became Joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set sail
Farewell happy fields
Where joy forever dwells
* Hail horrors hail *
Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often I've asked that question
Well, then in quick succession
We had babies, one, two, three
We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
They were their mother's children
Their eyes were bright blue jewels
And they were quiet as a mouse
There was no laughter in the house
No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick friend
I was a doctor then
Joy and the girls were on their own
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Joy had been bound with electrical tape
In her mouth a gag
She'd been stabbed repeatedly
And stuffed into a sleeping bag
In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived home
Said to the police on the telephone
Someone's taken four innocent lives
They never caught the man
He's still on the loose
It seems he has done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote "his red right hand"
That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost
The wind round here gets wicked cold
But my story is nearly told
I fear the morning will bring quite a frost
And so I've left my home
I drift from land to land
I am upon your step and you are a family man
Outside the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend this small favour, friend
Would be the sum of earthly bliss
Do you reckon me a friend?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon
Do you, sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me in?
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la


Hank Williams Jr. - All For The Love Of Sunshine

The darkness of my world was all cleared away
The flowers are blooming it's a beautiful day
There's a girl with a heart as big as the sky
she's sunshine and I know why

All for the love of sunshine
all for the love of sunshine
The Lord smiled down on this life of mine
and sent me the love of sunshine

Though sunshine can always make my days seem bright
Sunshine can warm up a cold cold night
I know my sunshine was sent from above
an angel that's filled with love

All for the love of sunshine...

Through winter the springtime the summer and fall
The moonlight the starlight she outshines them all
In a world filled with fear with pain and such harm
my sunshine can't be so warm

All for the love of sunshine...
All for the love of sunshine...
All for the love of sunshine...

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MOJA ŠTIKLA-SEVERINA-

Jer još trava nije nikla
Tamo gdje je stala moja štikla
Dodi,dodi,hop,hop
Hajde pilo moje
Tika taka oko pola tri
štipnut ceš me da se ne vidi
Znam ja dobro takve kao ti
davoli su tvoji kumovi
Zvrc,zvrc,tražit ceš moj broj
Kuc,kuc kucaj nekoj drugoj
Sojcice djevojcice daj obuci
carapice
Ojda da,oj da da,oj da da da
Sssss sex
Hop,hop,mrk,mrk
Šic,šic,bježi nekoj drugoj
Cupa,cupa,zumba,zumba
Seno,slama,sir,salama
Cikla nikla,cikla rikla
Afrika paprika
Zlatan prsten tanki brcici...


Pobedio sam 8)
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Tool-Reflection

I find that I can see a light at the end down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.
The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own
A million light reflections pass over me
It's source is bright and endless.
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting.
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.

So crucify the ego before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind

Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough
Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.

before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.


Deftones-Digital bath

You move - like I want to
To see - like your eyes do
We are...downstairs
Where no one can see
New life - breakaway
Tonight...

I feel like more
Tonight I...

You make the water warm
You taste - foreign
And I know - you can see
The cord - breakaway
'Cause tonight...

I feel like more
Tonight...I feel like more
Feel like more
Tonight...

You breathed - then you stop
I breathed - and dried you off

And tonight I...feel
Feel like more
Oh! Tonight I feel like...
I feel like more
Tonight I feel like more
I feel like more
Tonight...

Soulfly-Eye for an eye

I am what I create
Believing in my fate
Integrity is my name
All that I am doing
Can never be ruined
My song remains insane

Eye For An Eye

Got to watch my back
Got let my heart
Belive one day I'll fly...
To reunite the tribe
To find a better way
Fucking envy changes everything

I hit the bottom
You don't understand
Pain...hate...pain
To be born again
Arise again
I believe is the only way...
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The Pogues
If I Should Fall from the Grace of God

If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sand
Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others

Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
NO CORPSE SHALL LIE UPON ME

It's coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Pamti, pa vrati...

Ignorance is bliss.
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evo moje najomiljenije pesme :


Artist: Metallica

Song: Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics




As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...
Oh-oh, ya

Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya


neznam zasto ali ima gotivniji text cak i od originalne verzije mada muzika nije bolja od irskog originala
"You'll bend to my will - with or without your precious sanity."
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Post by Gassalasca Jape »

Nema nista gore nego kad tu pesmu asociraju sa Metlicom. :roll:
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Gassalasca Jape wrote:Nema nista gore nego kad tu pesmu asociraju sa Metlicom. :roll:
Metallica: Loverman? 8)
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SOD - Ballad About Jimmy Hendrix

You're dead.
Is it bright where you are? Have the people changed? Does it make you happy?
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Moram priznati da me je mrzelo da citam sve tekstove koje ste postovali, tako da cu se ograniciti na jednu pesmu.

Pain of Salvation:

Imago

[Homines Partus]

Spring came with awakening, came with innocense and joy
Spring came with fascination and desire to deploy
Summer came with restlessness and curiousity
Summer came with longing for the things we could not be

Take me to the forest, take me to the trees
Take me anywhere as long as you take me
Take me to the ocean, take me to the sea
Take me to the Breathe and BE

Autumn came with knowledge, came with ego came with pride
Autumn came with shamefulness for the things we could not hide
Winter came with anger and a bitter taste of fate
Winter came with fear for the things we could not escape

Take me to the forest, take me to the trees
Take me anywhere as long as you take me
Take me to the ocean, take me to the sea
Take me to the Breathe and BE

Teach me of the forest, teach me of the trees
Teach me anything as long as you teach me
Teach me of the ocean, teach me of the sea
Teach me of the Breathe and BE

See me! I am the one creation
Hear me! I am all the love that came from Animae
Know me! I am the incarnation
Fear me! I am all the power held by Animae
Me!

Give me of the forest, give me of the trees
Give me anything as long as it's for me
Give me of the ocean, give me of the sea
Give me of the Breathe and BE

Give me all the forests, give me all the trees
Give me everything as long as it's for free
Give me all the oceans, give me all the seas
Give me all the breathing BE

Verovatno da zapravo znam i zanimljivijih i boljih tekstova, no ipak cu sa vama podeliti upravo ovaj, jer pretpostavljam da niste dolazili u kontakt sa istim... I radi se o mom jos uvek omiljenom bendu.
Da, i ja se pitam sta ce im nazivi pesama na latinskom...
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Eh kad se samo setim koliko me je bivsa gusila sa Pain of Salvation...."To je najbolji bend, bla, bla!" :lol: Slusao sam ih malo, al' ne mogo ja to....
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Rat with a tool wrote:...Pain of Salvation...
Mislim da inicijali POS govore sve o tome...
CYNIC, n.
A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
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Hristy to Vojin (najbolji drug koji je otishao u Norveshku)

That day when you left
I didn't say good bay
It was so hard
I eaven cried.
Time passed by
I didn't hear from you
My heart still lust
I really miss you.
You were my friend
And you still are
The things we shared
Everything seems so far.
I miss your smile,
I miss your voice,
You had to go,
It was your choice.
But I still hope
That you'll come back
I will see you
To that I swear!!!


PS> ne obazirite se na pravopisne greshke, spelling mi nije jacha strana!
I don't care,
I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me!
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A ni gramatika.
Is it bright where you are? Have the people changed? Does it make you happy?
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Well, sreco, pa budi dobar ko shto si pametan pa uzmi i prepravi greshke ako ti toliko smetaju.
I don't care,
I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me!
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Hristy wrote:Well, sreco, pa budi dobar ko shto si pametan pa uzmi i prepravi greshke ako ti toliko smetaju.
...zaboravila si da je i najljepssi :twisted: bez da ima *ise
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Ih sad, najlepsi. Prihvatam da PAtricia Morrison izgleda bolje od mene.
A i nisam dobar.
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ah, milosrdne sestre....

I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I've got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night's bed
I don't know where I'm going
Only God knows where I've been
I'm a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind

When you're brought into this world
They say you're born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didn't have to steal or have to win
Well they tell me that I'm wanted
Yeah, I'm a wanted man
I'm a colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can

I'm going out in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I'm no one's son
Call me young gun

You ask about my conscience
And I offer you my soul
You ask if I'll grow to be a wise man
Well I ask if I'll grow old
You ask me if I've known love
And what it's like to sing songs in the rain
Well, I've seen love come
And I've seen it shot down
I've seen it die in vain

Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
'Cause I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I'm the devil's son
Call me young gun

Solo

Each night I go to bed
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
No I ain't looking for forgiveness
But before I'm six foot deep
Lord, I got to ask a favor
And hope you'll understand
'Cause I've lived life to the fullest
Let this boy die like a man
Staring down a bullet
Let me make my final stand

Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
And I'm no one's son
Call me young gun
I'm a young gun

za kiflu - jel zna neko ciji je text?
Pamti, pa vrati...

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Bon Jovica

Prvi grafit koji sam zapamtio u zivotu je sa jednog zida u ulici pored Zemunskog Keja, gde je pisalo "Ovde je pros'o Brus Li"

Otišo sam jučeee u bioskop jaaa,
igrao je Brus Liii moja simpatijaaa.

Odmah na početkuuu počelo cepanjeee.
Do tad mirna publikaaa poče s navijanjeee.

Udri Brus Li, ritaj Brus Li, Pobi gi sviii!
Ne daj niko da preživi od ovi ološiii!

Jedan glumac vijeee ne znam da li varaaa.
Brus Li samo bijeee al' se ne zamaraaa.

Pljušte na sve straneee karate udarciii.
Brus Li sve ubijaaa ko da su komarciii.

Udri Brus Li, ritaj Brus Li, Pobi gi sviii!
Ne daj niko da preživi od ovi ološiii!

Brus Li ne prestajeee, sevaju karateee.
Oće sve da ubijeee. Niko živ da nijeee.

Plaču gledaociii. Suze padajuuu.
Žal gi z oni ljudiii, što gi Brus Li ubiii.

Dosta Brus Li brate mili imaj dušu tiii!
Ostavi nam bar jednoga za sledeći fiiilm!

Dosta Brus Li brate mili imaj dušu tiii!
Predstavi bar jednoga za sledeći fiiilm!
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Post by Gassalasca Jape »

Hristy wrote:Hristy to Vojin (najbolji drug koji je otishao u Norveshku)
PS> ne obazirite se na pravopisne greshke, spelling mi nije jacha strana!

Mora da je strasno zanimljivo pokusavati da napises pesmu na jeziku sa cijom gramatikom i pravopisom nemas ama bas nikakve veze.


Elem

When Britain first at Heav'n's command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain;

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never will be slaves.

The nations not so blest as thee,
Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never will be slaves.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never will be slaves.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never will be slaves.

To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never will be slaves.

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guide the fair.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves
Britons never will be slaves.




:lol:
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@ mladi zmaj
pesma "whiskey in the jar" je obrada grupe "thin lizzy" 8)
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Koja, kao i Metlicina verzija, predstavlja gnusnu sodomizaciju tristotinak godina stare irske narodne pesme.
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Phil Lynott For The Win!
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Pogibija Popa Mila - guslarska/ne Rambova verzija,

Evo sledi "maratinski" tekst:


U danima kad na Niksic,Crnogorci udarise,
Kad bijahu dosli dani, da ne bude turski vise.
U logoru Crnogorskom pokraj kule Lekovica,
Neko knjazu okleveta Popa Mila Jovovica.
a knjaz Mila dozivase u prisustvu svih vojvoda,
Pa mu rece:”Pope Milo nit’ si vino nit’ si voda!”

Planu Milo kao munja, polece mu sblji ruka,
A dva oka k’o strijele sijevnuse u hajduka.
Vojvode se uplasise od izgleda vuka gorskog,
Da oruzje ne potegne na vladara Crnogorskog.
Kao dam u ostrim macem srce musko rasijece,
Pa zavika:”Gospodaru, bog sa tobom sta to rece.”
“Zar priznanje to je tvoje, sto ucinjeh Crnoj Gori,”
“I zar ima neko ko bi moga’ Mila da prekori?”
Knjaz ne rece nista vise, vec u stranu nekud gleda,
Dok cuvenom harambasi srce puca od ijeda.
Pa se s’teskom ljutnjom bori savladjuje bijes u se,
A na prsi zlatne toke, od ijeda tresu mu se.
Pa ljutito napustio gospodara I Vojvode,
I pod sator svoj svileni sa mislima teskim ode.
Jeknu kao lav ranjeni, nepravda ga pece, boli,
Misli kako osvetit se gospodaru – Knjaz Nikoli.
Pa u ljutnji gusle zgrabi, odjeknuse tanke strune,
Kliknu Milo kao soko pa se cetnom majkom kune,
Da ce poci u grad Niksic sam bez ikog istog dana,
I na megdan pozvat silnog musovisa kapetana.

Baci gusle, uzja vranca, preko Zete predje vode,
I na hatu pomamnome preko polja u grad ode.
Letii vranac niz rastoke kao da ga nose krila,
Dok s’bedema Turska straza opazila Popa Mila.
Pa izlaze iz sanaca da cudna gosta vide,
Pa pitaju jedan drugog, ko je, kud ce, otkud ide?
To je neko poludio, ili ide na predaju,
ili ide da pogine, Turske straze nagadjaju.
A pop Milo sve je blize do Turaka I sanaca,
Pod sobom je zamorio bijesnoga svoga vranca.
Kao sto mu dolikuje, bira turske porodice,
Na najtvdje ide sance na najljuce gradske zlice.
Pa ako bi poginuo da pogine od junaka,
Od cuvenih I priznatih Ferizovih potomaka.

Ustavi ga Turska straza na kapiju od Niksica,
Kaza im se I naredi zovite mi Musovica.
Kada cuse turci ko je otrcase kapetanu,
Malo zatim I Musovic na kapiju gradsku banu.
Pa kad vidje Popa Mila na bijesnom vrancu svome,
Dolasku se iznenadnom obradova njegovome.
“Otkud jutros Jovovicu?”, veselijem glasom rece,
“Zar od knjaza crnogorskog u moj tvrdi grad utece?”
“Primamo te objerucke, sve cemo ti oprostiti,”
“Zivotu ti harambaso, vjeruj nece nista biti.”
Planu Milo “Dosta vise ne budali bez potrebe,”
“Ja sam dos’o kapetane da na megdan zovem tebe.”
“Da dokazem gospodaru da nijesam sto on kaze,”
“I onome sto me panjka I o mene svasta laze,”
“No se spremi I izidji, biraj mjesto za megdana.”
Te rijeci kao munja pogodise kapetana.
Preblijedje pred hajdukom iz junacke Markovine,
Jer je znao da od sablje njegove se lako gine,
Ne smje megdan da prihvati prepade se svojoj glavi,
A na slavu I na proslost kuce svoje zaboravi.
Nijesu mu kao I on, strasljivice bili stari,
No junacki tri vijeka sa Niksicem upravljali,
Izlazili na megdane, najboljijem junacima,
Sjekli glave Crnogorske po brdima I klancima.
Danas sablja Mujagina, nace slavu kuce ove,
Nema srca da pozivu junackom se odazove.
Vec u strahu kukavicki znak na kuli strazi dade,
Jeknu plotun sa glavice pop pogodjen s’konja pade.

Vranac dreknu I pobeze natrag preko vode Zete,
A na Mila niz glavicu sa sabljama Turci lete,
Pa se grabe ko ce prije manut sabljom po sokolu,
Za cije je ime cuo I car Hamid u Stambolu.
Na mrtvoga popa stize Ferizovic Hasan prvi,
Zviznu sablja, glava pade uz tocenu lokvu krvi.
Na najvecu gradsku kulu na vr Hara Musovoca,
Istakose Turci glavu Popa Mila Jovovica.
Sa strzevog ostrog koca, gleda milo sa visine,
Kako mu se Turci zore I po gradu senluk cine.

A gavran se crna ptica obradova iznenada,
Kad krvavu vidje glavu pa se vije iznad grada,
Primice se iznad tablje da na bedem padne tvrdi,
Po starijem navikakama musku glavu da nagrdi.
A krijuci iz harema kroz pendzere vire bule,
Da cuvenu glavu vide Sprskog popa na vr kule.
Ne mogu se nagledati, ni iscudida bule mlade,
Pa pitaju jedna drugu, sto popovske mu nema brade?

No kad vranac zarzao pred satorom Popa Mila,
Sva se vojska crnogorska u logoru uzbunila.
Jer se jadu dosjetise pa planove tajne grade,
Malo zatim Turska straza obezglavljen les predade.
Kad vidjese trup bez glave cuvenoga harambase,
Sve vojvode I vojnici u logoru zaplakase.
Smrknulo se knjazu lice mnogo zali Popa Mila,
Jer, njegova rijec jutros povod mu je smrti bila.
Pa doziva perjanike I ovako kaze njima:
“Sahranite Popa Mila sa najvecim pocastima.”
”Jer je Milo zasluzio kroz sto nasih okrsaja”
“Da s’junackim pocastima sahranimo ljutog lava.”
“Ucesnik je svih bitaka od Bojane pa do Drine,”
“Pa iako danas ludo ode u grad da pogine.”

A ujutru u svitanje jedna hrabra zena mlada,
Prokrade se kroz sanceve iz Niksica Turskog grada.
Ustavi je nasa straza a gospava njima kaza,
Nosim nesto mnogo vazno za nikolu naseg knjaza.
Kad je primi knjaz Nikola Crnogorka krsna ova,
Dar poteze neobicni, gospodara te darova.
Knjaz maramu odvezao kad krvava u njoj glava,
Ali poznat nemogase popa Mila ljutog lava.
Krv se smrzla I pokrila divno lice u junaka,
Poznati ga ne bi mogla ni rodjena cetna majka.
Krvlju oci zalivene, umrsena kosa duga,
Kad gospodar dozna ko je, na srce mu pade tuga
A gospava pricat poce:”Po ponoci nocas knjaze”,
“Provukoh se kroz sanceve I kroz guste Turske straze.”
“Uspuzah se uz zidine tvrdog hara Musovica,”
“ I ukradoh sa vrh tablje glavu Mila Jovovica.”
“Zar junacku glavu ovu gledat kako kljuju tice”
“A na srce nasladjuju Niksicani ljute zlice?”
Knjaz krvavu uze glavu I ovako progovara:
“ Pope Milo zasto jutros ozalosti gospodara?”
“Ja se s’tobom nasalio, a ti kao munja planu”
“I odnese na dar glavu Niksickome kapetanu.”
“Po junastu I pameti u prve te brojih ljude,”
“Danas tvojoj crnoj smrti Crnogorci svi se cude.”
“Ko bi mogo pomisliti d aces tako uciniti?”
“I bez ista, bez potrebe glavu svoju izgubiti.”
Pa Novaku Ramovome, knjaz Milovu glavu dade,
Novak glavu poljubio I ovako zborit stade:
“Striko milo, grdna rano, kakve su te teske muke,”
“nacerale da uletis u grad Niksic medju Turke.”
“Ko te striko okleveta I otrova ljutom zlobom?”
“Sto me ne zva kada podje da poginem I ja s’tobom?”
“Tebe Turci ne ubise vec vaz mrznja I kleveta,”
“Onih sto im tvoja slava I junacko ime smeta.”
Pogleda ga knjaz ljutito pa naredbu hitnu dava,
Da se Milov grob otkopa I sahrani s’trupom glava.

Eto tako Popa Mila plahovitost skupo kosta,
Pod tvrdijem zidinama krvavoga onogosta,
Da dokaze svoju vjernost pred Nikolom Gospodarom,
K’o Obilic nekad sto je na Kosovu pred Lazarom.
Djenrale uzalud te traze,
cuvaju te sve bozije straze.
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The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their
Home, and I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
(But then a strange fear gripped me and I
Just couldn't ask)

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, da ...
Oh, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
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Gassalasca Jape wrote:Koja, kao i Metlicina verzija, predstavlja gnusnu sodomizaciju tristotinak godina stare irske narodne pesme.
dobro sodomizacija je malo prejak izraz cini mi se ali text je ipak gotivniji nego original pesme ( pogotovo zadnja strofa )

@sto mu gromova : nisam cuo verziju od "thin lizzy" mada cu je sad potraziti hvala
"You'll bend to my will - with or without your precious sanity."
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Evo ga naj tekst . . . tata svih tekstova . . . zivotne filozofije su sadrzane ovde . . .

Ko razume - shvatice . . .


Ako krocis u civutski vrt
na sedmo koleno cini ce pasti
i ko da nema drugih basti
di sve pupi i sve sljasti
di na miru mozes
seboj i bozure krasti
moja nesretna mati
htela me spasti savetom finim
al' morala je dotad znati
da ne sme kasti
sta da ne cinim

Sta je bedem neg' siroki zid
lako se zajasi ko stari cilas
mahovina ko astragan
da bez glasa smugne dragan
ukraj neba se lepeza mlad saran porcijas
ruka zavesu mice
trepte u tmini biserni zdenci
zbog neceg djurdjic uvek nice
bas u tisini i bas u senci

Necu skoro onim sorom
ne znam posle put odande
me sem coro, moja lolo
cu co soro pasa mande
vetar cvili i lelece
skini suknju i jelece
nit' ko mari, nit' ko zna
na cer mande cingara

Ako dirnes u civutski vrt
kletvu ces nositi ko srebrn zvoncic
bices zedan kraj bunara
i siromah s puno para
sve ces dijamante dati za smesni cirkoncic
ko u tudji vrt udje
crn lebac mesi u crnom plehu
eh, ne pozeli nista tudje
svi smrtni gresi u tom su grehu

Kao mrva iz dzepa
Truni se lako zivot protekli
da, rekli su mi da je lepa
ali bas tako, to nisu rekli


P.S.
Inace su svi tekstovi Dj.B.-a ekstra dobri, ali mi se ovaj narocito svidja . . .
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1. Nemas veru u Sigmara, i zato ti Hellblaster ne radi protiv goblina, kostura, itd.
2. Verujes u tamo neke tenkove, i ostale alternativne metodologije imperijalne borbe, dok je u stvarnosti Hellblaster osnova svega :D - dakle topovi, mortari, handugnneri, tenkovi - to sve dodje i prodje; jedino je Hellblaster siguran posao ;).
*Zbog promene sistema koji igram, ovo treba citati kao "combined late US veteran artillery barage of 12 or more barrels with first roll to range in success"
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Johnny Cash
Ballad of Ira Hayes


Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war


There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
CYNIC, n.
A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
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The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.

And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
When we stopped to bury our slain,
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.

And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying.

For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me.

So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.

And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question.

But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
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E, moram i ja da doprinesem various muzickim biserima!

prvo, Primus:

Mr. Knowitall

They call me Mr. Knowitall
I will not compromise.
I will not be told what to do.
I shall not step aside.
They call me Mr. Knowitall
I have no time to waste.
My mouth it spews pure intellect.
And I've such elegant taste.
They call me Mr. Knowitall.
I sup the aged wine.
Oh I could tell such wonderous tales
if I should find the time.
I must be Mr. Knowitall
For ideas they come in bounds.
I am Mr. Knowitall
So spread the word around.
They call me Mr. Knowitall
I am so eloquent.
Perfection is my middle name
And whatever rhymes with eloquent.

Dalje, dragi NOFX:


"Vegetarian Mumbo Jumbo"

I don't want tofu,
I'd rather have a mouthful of beef stew,
I don't want to be vegetarian,
Why eat beans when you can have steak instead?

I don't feel bad about,
Eating something that's dead,
So why should I be sad,
For cows getting hit in the head?
So I like eating fish,
Tell me what's wrong with this,
How can you blame me,
For eating chicken of the sea?

Don't waste your breath yelling at me,
About animal rights,
And how they should be free,
It's survival of the fittest,
And we're winning.

I don't feel bad about,
Eating something thats dead,
So why should I be sad,
For chickens being force fed,
So I like eating fish,
Tell me what's wrong with this,
How can you blame me,
For eating chicken of the sea?

i... um... sta bi jos moglo... evo nesto mnogo lepo:
The Decemberists

Shiny


by the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light,
i may have gone too far,
i may have gone too much, too long.
i'm a dull and witless boy.
in the after bars, think i was sullied by a dream.
in the killing jar,
you and me at war at arms
all falling in embrace.

tell me why you lied
and what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny

a tawny gypsy girl
sleeping blanketed by stars
beneath the tilt-a-whirl
where we were coyly caught alone
all fumbling with your blouse

tell me why you lied
and what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny

and in the rollercoaster din
by the parachutes in saddle shoes you break your shin
but i have never seen two eyes so shiny
and the sullen beery swine
try to tangle you in sullen beery balls of twine
have they ever seen two eyes so shiny?

the boys in denim vests
smoking cigarettes between their bootblack fingertips
sweetly tipsy by the half-light
the light and the half-light

tell me why you lied
and what it is you do to keep your eyes so shiny
There really isn't a polite way to say:
"your game fucking sucks and I'm going to take my chances with the Rifts game run by the autistic kid"

When I play doctor, I play to win.
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Bathory

-Hammerheart-


Now that the wind called my name
And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space
And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled my flame

For the ones who stood me near
And you few who were me dear
I ask of thee to have no doubts and no fears

For when the great clouds fills the air
And the thunder roars from o, so far away up in the sky
Then for sure you will know that I have reached the joyous hall up high

With my bloodbrothers at side
All sons of father with one eye
We were all born in the land of the blood on ice

And now you all who might hear my song
Brought to you by the northern wind have no fear
Though the night may seem so everlasting and forever dark

There will come a golden dawn
At ends of nights for all yee on whom
Upon the northstar always shines

The vast gates to hall up high
Shall stand open wide and welcome you with all its within
And Oden shall hail us bearers of a pounding hammerheart
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A jeste li vi culi za onu:" Trla mi nana mitril veriznjacu" :lol: :lol: :lol:
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MARVIN GAYE
Let's Get It On

(Marvin Gaye/Ed Townsend)

I've been really tryin , baby
Tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Come on, oh come on,

Let's get it on
Lets get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on

We're all sensitive people
With so much love to give, understand me sugar
Since we got to be
Lets say, I love you

There's nothin wrong with me
Lovin you
And givin yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful, life can be
I'm askin you baby, to get it on with me
I aint gonna worry, I aint gonna push
So come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin round the bush....

Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
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MOJ NA KOSOVU
lw wrote:Posto se autor nije trudio da sam cenzurise neke termine, ja sam se potrudio. PAKI, sine, koliko ti je uopste godina?
najjaca je ova pesma...
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Mora da si sada mnogo ponosan na sebe.
Is it bright where you are? Have the people changed? Does it make you happy?
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Kakav brazilac... :roll:

Evo jos toga od mene:

Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again
But they never will take our sons again
No they never will take our sons again
Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
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Ovaj lord warrior bogami zna sta valja. :lol:

Elem,


Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires
Of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.

Chorus

I have read a fiery gospel writ
In burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with My contemners,
So with you My grace shall deal":
Let the Hero born of woman
Crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.

Chorus

He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgement seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him;
Be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.

Chorus

In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy,
Let us die(live) to make men free;
While God is marching on.

Chorus

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I can almost hear the trumpet sound
The Lord's return is near,
There are still so many people lost
His message they must hear,
Father give us one more moment,
One more day, just one more year;
His might is marching on.

Chorus
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U ovoj prici Evropa je kao drugi Isus Hrist. Zrtvovala se za grehe Sovjeta.
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Suicidal Tendencies - Institutionalized

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
It's like I concentrate real hard and it doesn't work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It's like I need time to figure these things out
But there's always someone there going

Hey Mike:
You know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately.
You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you'll feel a lot better

And I go:
No it's okay, you know I'll figure it out, just leave me alone I'll figure it out. You know I'll just work by myself.

And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.

And I go:
No I don't want to I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself and they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it builds up inside.

So you're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn't even know she was there she called my name
And I didn't even hear it, and then she started screaming: MIKE! MIKE!
And I go:
What, what's the matter
And she goes:
What's the matter with you?
I go:
There's nothing-wrong mom.
And she goes:
Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!
And I go:
No mom I'm not on drugs I'm okay, I was just thinking you know, why don't you get me a pepsi.
And she goes:
NO you're on drugs!
I go:
Mom I'm okay, I'm just thinking.
She goes:
No you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act that way!
I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me.
Just a Pepsi.

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go:
Mike, we need to talk to you
And I go:
Okay what's the matter
They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you've been having a lot of problems,
You've been going off for no reason and we're afraid you're gonna hurt somebody,
We're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need.
And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, we decided!?
My best interest?! How can you know what's my best interest is?
How can you say what my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I'm crazy?
When I went to your schools, I went to your churches,
I went to your institutional learning facilities?! So how can you say I'm crazy.

They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I'll be dead

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

It doesn't matter I'll probably get hit by a car anyway.
"Moda i pravoslavlje su ubili najbolje ribe" - Vukašin Nedeljković
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The White Cliffs of Dover:

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see

I'll never forget the people I met
Braving those angry skies
I remember well as the shadows fell
The light of hope in their eyes
And though I'm far away
I still can hear them say
Bombs up...
But when the dawn comes up

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see

There'll be love and laughter
And peace ever after
Tomorrow
When the world is free

The shepherd will tend his sheep
The valley will bloom again
And Jimmy will go to sleep
In his own little room again

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see...
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Gassalasca Jape wrote:
edit by lord warrior:

I can almost hear the trumpet sound
The Lord's return is near,
There are still so many people lost
His message they must hear,
Father give us one more moment,
One more day, just one more year;
His might is marching on.

Chorus
Zapravo sesta strofa glasi ovako:


He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.



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Prosto je neverovatno koliko ta pesma ima strofa... :roll:

I varijacija:

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain't gonna jump no more.



Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
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