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Borko
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet tra 21, 2005 11:06 pm
Postovi: 1976
Lokacija: Slabo poznajem VARAŽDIN, al' stignem do tvoje kuce.
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 So lately, I've been wonderin
Who will be there to take my place
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a great wave shall fall
It would fall upon us all
And between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go
And maybe, I'll find out
The way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
If a great wave shall fall
It would fall upon us all
Well I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go
Runaway with my heart
Runaway with my hope
Runaway with my love
I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart and your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go
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Jebem po tavanu, prodajem maglu, a toplu vodu sam vec davno izmislio... uglavnom, pametujem di god stignem... 
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Borko
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet tra 21, 2005 11:06 pm
Postovi: 1976
Lokacija: Slabo poznajem VARAŽDIN, al' stignem do tvoje kuce.
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When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
She’s running out again,
She’s running out
She’s run run run running out...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special...
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong here.
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Jebem po tavanu, prodajem maglu, a toplu vodu sam vec davno izmislio... uglavnom, pametujem di god stignem...
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Borko
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet tra 21, 2005 11:06 pm
Postovi: 1976
Lokacija: Slabo poznajem VARAŽDIN, al' stignem do tvoje kuce.
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I'm Not A Perfect Person.
There Are Many Things I Wish I Didnt Do
But I Continue Learning.
I Never Meant To Do Those Things To You.
And So I Have To Say Before I Go,
That I Just Want You To Know
I've Found A Reason For Me,
To Change Who I Used To Be
A Reason To Start Over New,
And The Reason Is You
I'm Sorry That I Hurt,
Its Something I Must Live With Everyday
And All The Pain I Put You Through,
I Wish That I Could Take It All Away
And Be The One Who Catches All Your Tears,
Thats Why I Need You To Hear
I'm Not A Perfect Person,
I Never Meant To Do Those Things To You
And So I Have To Say Before I Go
That I Just Want You To Know
I've Found A Reason For Me,
To Change Who I Used To Be
A Reason To Start Over New,
And The Reason Is You
I've Found A Reason To Show
A Side Of Me You Didnt Know
A Reason For All That I Do,
And The Reason Is You
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Jebem po tavanu, prodajem maglu, a toplu vodu sam vec davno izmislio... uglavnom, pametujem di god stignem...
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Borko
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet tra 21, 2005 11:06 pm
Postovi: 1976
Lokacija: Slabo poznajem VARAŽDIN, al' stignem do tvoje kuce.
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When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
COULD IT BE WORSE?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
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Jebem po tavanu, prodajem maglu, a toplu vodu sam vec davno izmislio... uglavnom, pametujem di god stignem...
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| ned vel 26, 2006 12:29 pm |
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Zagi
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: sub pro 18, 2004 1:06 pm
Postovi: 1162
Lokacija: Lokacija :
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Rat je kao pijan svat prošao poljem... Šenlučio celu noć...
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| ned vel 26, 2006 7:43 pm |
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naftaš
...brodski mali...
Pridružen/a: pet stu 25, 2005 4:31 pm
Postovi: 270
Lokacija: Mjesec
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If I ever love someone new that'll be you my coffee girl
If I ever love someone new that'll be you my coffee girl
My coffee girl, my coffee girl, my coffee girl
If I ever stay out week or two I do remember you my coffee girl
If I ever drink something new I do remember you my coffee girl
My coffee girl...
If I ever love someone new that'll be you my coffee girl
If I ever love someone new that'll be you my coffee girl
My coffee girl...
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Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
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| ned vel 26, 2006 7:53 pm |
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pupi
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet ožu 18, 2004 12:22 am
Postovi: 1141
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Mafija je stigla sa Sicilije
Do moje drage i najmilije
Ponijeli su trube i gumi'gumi
Jer radilo se o velikoj sumi
Ooohooo ooohooo
Mafija je to
Ooohooo ooohooo
Mafija je to
Mafija kad dođe iz Šervudske šume
Ukrade ti žvake i probuši gume
Ali ako imaš mali luk i strijelu
Napravi ti njima rupu u odijelu
Ipak mafija ima jednu manu
Bog i bogme i šalu na stranu
Uzmeš daljinski jer je sada dosta
I mafija ti spava u color ekranu
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www.didgiland.com
http://flickr.com/photos/pupifoto/
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| pon vel 27, 2006 12:12 am |
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Zagi
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: sub pro 18, 2004 1:06 pm
Postovi: 1162
Lokacija: Lokacija :
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Rat je kao pijan svat prošao poljem... Šenlučio celu noć...
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| pon vel 27, 2006 8:21 pm |
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Plavooka
...drugi casnik...
Pridružen/a: čet kol 12, 2004 10:58 pm
Postovi: 586
Lokacija: Utrine
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My Rifle, My Pony And Me - Dean Martin
The sun is sinking in the west
The cattle go down to the stream
The redwing settles in the nest
It's time for a cowboy to dream
Purple light in the canyons
That's where I long to be
With my three good companions
Just my rifle, pony and me
Gonna hang (gonna hang) my sombrero (my sombrero)
On the limb (on the limb) of a tree (of a tree)
Coming home (coming home) sweetheart darling (sweetheart darling)
Just my rifle, pony and me
Just my rifle, my pony and me
(Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo)
Just my rifle, pony and me
No more cows (no more cows) to be roping (to be roping)
No more strays will I see
Round the bend (round the bend) she'll be waiting (she'll be waiting)
For my rifle, pony and me
For my rifle, my pony and me
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Srce stade kao dete da se otima,
tražili smo se po prethodnim životima.
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| pon vel 27, 2006 8:52 pm |
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aco
...drugi casnik...
Pridružen/a: pet tra 22, 2005 11:53 am
Postovi: 769
Lokacija: zla vjestica ili dobra vila
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Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
’cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead
With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need
I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses
Well I’m so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses
The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died
When you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonite I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
For it’s you that I’d die to defend
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses
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...srce lupa kao vojni bubanj...
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| pon vel 27, 2006 9:16 pm |
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pupi
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet ožu 18, 2004 12:22 am
Postovi: 1141
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Cili tjedan ja radin ka konj I po znoju stalno iman vonj
A neman mira prca me šef a ja bi tija imat pun sef
Ostvarit snove, imat brdo love ubost dvanest parova, živit poput carova
Imat skuter, auto i kompjuter pun frižider, da život bude super
Imat eura ka petit beura ka more planktona i Pamela silikona
Al ću se ubit, jer kako može biti kako gubit mogu favoriti
Papilova (uloži da množi) papilova (plaću mi oglođi) Papilova (uloži da se množi) papilova, papilova
Po cili dan ja gledan teletekst ne zanima me ni hrana ni sex
Ljut ka hren, gutan persen moran ubost dobar koficjent Samo gledan di ću nula jedan, dva, iks, to je moj fiks
Al ne znan zašto ne mogu ubost moran se smirit, učiniću grubost
Papilova (uloži da se množi) papilova (plaću mi oglođi)
Papilova (uloži da se množi) papilova, papilova
Etiopijski sumo,ćileanski hokej moran ubost, pa nisan okej
Viški kriket, splitski bob prokleti tiket će me odvest u grob Al uvatiću sriću, napuniću vriću žena otišla je materi i odvela dicu
Totalni fijasko, ovaj sport je skup al još ćemo se vidit, nisan tolko glup
Papilova (uloži da se množi) papilova (plaću mi oglođi) Papilova (uloži da se množi) papilova
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www.didgiland.com
http://flickr.com/photos/pupifoto/
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| uto vel 28, 2006 1:14 am |
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pupi
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet ožu 18, 2004 12:22 am
Postovi: 1141
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rukama pokrivam oci i nestajem iz sobe
vise ne cujem kucanje na vrata
ne traze me jer me nema, sjecam se
pokrivenih ociju tata se igrao sa kisom
na velikom spremniku benzina
to je stara naftna igra
kapi zvone ding dong, kap po kap, ding dong
kopali smo ispred kuce nista nismo nasli
a busenje na kolodvoru zabranjeno je
mi smo krisom gutali zemlju da ne
ostavimo trag
nismo nasli izvor sto je nama drag
niti napravili novi tank
stari spremnik je bio trul i klimav
pa je tata pljusnuo kroz okno
sazivio se s naftom i nestao u njoj
i tko zna tko se sve vozio na tatu
kapi zvone ding dong, kap po kap ding dong
rukama pokrivam oci, grcim se ...
da bolje osjetim miris vina
to je stara grcka igra koju me mama naucila
pokrivenih ociju mama se igrala s kisom
na velikoj bacvi vina
udaraju kapljice slatkog soka, ding dong
sadili smo lozu svuda
u dolcu tete roze iza brda
u dzepovima dobrih ljudi koji nisu prali muda
sto blatniji su bili to su biljke bile vece
zakrcili su grad, sirio se smrad
zabranili su uzgoj dzepne loze
i posjekli nam grane sve
nema vina, nema muda u gradu
placu svi i svuda
stara bacva je bila prazna
nismo ubrali ni grozd
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www.didgiland.com
http://flickr.com/photos/pupifoto/
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| uto vel 28, 2006 4:48 pm |
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naftaš
...brodski mali...
Pridružen/a: pet stu 25, 2005 4:31 pm
Postovi: 270
Lokacija: Mjesec
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I think I'm gonna need some therapy
Oh babe I hope you got a PHD
Won't you lay me on the leather couch?
I got a lot I need to talk about
I think I'm crazy
Think I'm stupid
Must have lost my mind
Wonderin' what I'm thinking
Lovin' you cos' boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane
You'd be my favourite thing
I go ballistic yeah your making me a crazy chick
You drivin' me
To insanity
All the things you do
You make me come anew
I just can't help myself
I need professional help, help
(I need professional help)
You really done it this time
You know you've twisted my mind
You got me actin' like a whacked-out chick
Who will be responsible?
Cos' I'm really not logical
No I won't be to blame
You know I'm really not sane
I think I'm crazy
Think I'm stupid
Must have lost my mind
Wonderin' what I'm thinking
Lovin' you cos' boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane
You'd be my favourite thing
I go ballistic yeah your making me a crazy chick
You drivin' me
To insanity
All the things you do
You make me come anew
I just can't help myself
I need professional help, help
Can't get you out of my head
So let me just confess
For those kisses baby
For your love
You drive me crazy I can't get enough, No
I think I'm crazy
Think I'm stupid
Must have lost my mind
Wonderin' what I'm thinking
Lovin' you cos' boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane
You'd be my favourite thing
I go ballistic yeah your making me a crazy chick
You drivin' me
To insanity
All the things you do
You make me come anew
I just can't help myself
I need professional help, help
You drivin' me
To insanity
All the things you do
You make me come anew
I just can't help myself
I need professional help, help
(I need professional help)
You drivin' me
To insanity
All the things you do
You make me come anew
I just can't help myself
I need professional help (I need), help
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Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
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| uto vel 28, 2006 8:40 pm |
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Josephinne
...skipper...
Pridružen/a: uto stu 23, 2004 9:50 am
Postovi: 498
Lokacija: Kustosija Portorico
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Noci su ovdje cudne dileme ulicna svjetla naglo blijede a u mraku sobe miris kose njene lebdi svuda oko mene
noci su ovdje ravnodusne sjene kada spavam zaklanjam lice i uvijek sanjam tople usne zene kako me ljube
noci su ovdje nepoznate price gasim cigaru i dizem se tiho i nikome ne dam da mi u snove udje uzivam dugo gledam je kradom.
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U ko$u me zadeni... ko malenu $edefnu $hNalu me $kri iza teMena...
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| čet ožu 02, 2006 11:51 am |
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Borko
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet tra 21, 2005 11:06 pm
Postovi: 1976
Lokacija: Slabo poznajem VARAŽDIN, al' stignem do tvoje kuce.
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Kad bi znao tko te noćas ljubi
Tvoje malo srce gdje se skrilo
Čini mi se da bi nebo palo
Čini mi se da bi lakše bilo
Nisam te znao voljeti
Dok sam bio tvoj
Nisam ti znao praštati
Živote moj
Kad bi znao noćas mirno preći
Preko svega što se s nama zbilo
Čini mi se da bi nebo palo
Čini mi se da bi lakše bilo
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Jebem po tavanu, prodajem maglu, a toplu vodu sam vec davno izmislio... uglavnom, pametujem di god stignem...
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| pet ožu 03, 2006 7:22 pm |
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pupi
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet ožu 18, 2004 12:22 am
Postovi: 1141
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Kadl je pre mnogo leta bal pravio baron,
Fon Ligenštul je pozvan da naidje i on.
Čim uš'o je u salu, onako lep i mlad,
prišla mu neka dama, i uzviknula tad:
"U razdeljak te ljubim,
svim žarom srca svog,
jer hoću da poludim
zbog razdeljka ti tvog.
U razdeljak te ljubim,
jer želim da se zna,
zbog njega razum gubim,
zbog njega nemam sna."
Fon Ligeštul je hitro napustio taj bal,
Želeći da, pre svega, eskivira skandal.
Al' već sledećeg dana ponovilo se zlo,
Stiglo je njeno pismo, na kom je pisalo:
"U razdeljak te ljubim,
svim žarom srca svog,
jer hoću da poludim
zbog razdeljka ti tvog.
U razdeljak te ljubim,
jer želim da se zna,
zbog njega razum gubim,
zbog njega nemam sna."
Fon Ligenštul je bio zbunjen stvarima tim.
Izgubio je živce, promen'o se sasvim.
I poč'o je da traži u alkoholu spas,
mesto miševa belih, priviđ'o mu se glas:
"U razdeljak te ljubim,
svim žarom srca svog,
jer hoću da poludim
zbog razdeljka ti tvog.
U razdeljak te ljubim,
jer želim da se zna,
zbog njega razum gubim,
zbog njega nemam sna."
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www.didgiland.com
http://flickr.com/photos/pupifoto/
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| sub ožu 04, 2006 3:09 pm |
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aco
...drugi casnik...
Pridružen/a: pet tra 22, 2005 11:53 am
Postovi: 769
Lokacija: zla vjestica ili dobra vila
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Nights in white satin never reaching the end
Letters I've written never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before
Just what the truth is I can't say any more
Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how I love you
Gazing at people some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through they can't understand
Some try to tell me thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be you'll be in the end
And I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how I love you, oh.
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...srce lupa kao vojni bubanj...
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| sub ožu 04, 2006 7:35 pm |
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Borko
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet tra 21, 2005 11:06 pm
Postovi: 1976
Lokacija: Slabo poznajem VARAŽDIN, al' stignem do tvoje kuce.
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Jebem po tavanu, prodajem maglu, a toplu vodu sam vec davno izmislio... uglavnom, pametujem di god stignem...
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| ned ožu 05, 2006 12:58 pm |
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Plavooka
...drugi casnik...
Pridružen/a: čet kol 12, 2004 10:58 pm
Postovi: 586
Lokacija: Utrine
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žena drugog sistema - azra
ti si žena drugog sistema
želiš da te zabavljam
stojiš iznad moji problema
za tebe sam tako mlad
ti si žena bez ideala
ti se daješ ponekad
pedantni čuvar svojih dilema
jača si od nemira
ti si žena finih manira
stranih ovom podneblju
igraš kao balerina
uživaš u pokretu
ti si lijepa i ja te volim
zaboravljam obzire
guraš mi u lice dim cigarete
očekuješ da popustim
ti si žena za bogato društvo
lupešku kompaniju
ne dozvoljavaš nikome da te mijenja
povlačiš se u sebe
ti si lijepa i dobro izgledaš
ja bih da te poljubim
guraš mi u lice dim cigarete
uopće me ne vidiš
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Srce stade kao dete da se otima,
tražili smo se po prethodnim životima.
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| ned ožu 05, 2006 8:20 pm |
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Plavooka
...drugi casnik...
Pridružen/a: čet kol 12, 2004 10:58 pm
Postovi: 586
Lokacija: Utrine
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Lunjo
Lunjo, moj stari kofer opet miriše na sive ceste
a tvoja soba na mandarine i pržen kesten.
I toplo je tu, tu ispod tvog krova.
O, dobro je tu, u zamku iz snova, pa sretna ti nova.
Lunjo, sad ću ti reći i više nikom i više nikad:
svako je od nas ponekom sličan al' ti si unikat.
Pročitaš me, znam, od slova do slova.
Prećutiš to, znam, k'o pametna sova, pa sretna mi nova.
Ti uvek znaš najbolji način,
s tobom lako stižem na tron.
Ti si ta nit, taj retki začin
koji daje poseban ton.
Ti si mali čarobnjak koji donosi spas
a svi ti pajaci na pokretnoj traci nek žure bez nas.
Lunjo, ako me traže ti slaži da sam odavno mrtav.
Spusti roletne i navij sat na sredu, četvrtak.
A napolju mraz i magla i zima.
A napolju mrak al' ovde sve štima, od kad tebe imam.
Ti uvek znaš najbolji način,
s tobom lako stižem na tron.
Ti si ta nit, taj retki začin
koji daje poseban ton.
Ti si mali čarobnjak koji donosi spas
a svi ti pajaci na pokretnoj traci nek žure bez nas.
Ti uvek znaš najbolji način,
s tobom lako stižem na tron.
Ti si ta nit, taj retki začin
koji daje poseban ton.
Ti uvek znaš najlepše reči,
ti čak i ćutiš više od svih.
Ti imaš smeh koji sve leči,
ti od psovke načiniš stih.
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Srce stade kao dete da se otima,
tražili smo se po prethodnim životima.
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| ned ožu 05, 2006 8:23 pm |
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panta rei
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: pon srp 05, 2004 8:21 pm
Postovi: 3285
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Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying.
You can burn the midnight oil with me
As long as you will
Stare out at the moon
Upon the windowsill, and dream...
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying.
There’s dew drops on the window sill,
Gumdrops in your head
Slipping into dream land,
You’re nodding your head, so dream...
Dream of west virginia, or of the british isles
’cause when you are dreaming,
You see for miles and miles.
When you are much older, remember when we sat
At midnight on the windowsill,
And had this little chat
And dream, come on and dream,
Come on and dream, and dream, and dream...
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| pon ožu 06, 2006 3:33 am |
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aco
...drugi casnik...
Pridružen/a: pet tra 22, 2005 11:53 am
Postovi: 769
Lokacija: zla vjestica ili dobra vila
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You say we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care
And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said "Well, that's the one thing we've got"
I see you, the only one who knew me
But now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over
I hate when things are over
When so much is left undone
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...srce lupa kao vojni bubanj...
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| pon ožu 06, 2006 9:43 am |
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Plavooka
...drugi casnik...
Pridružen/a: čet kol 12, 2004 10:58 pm
Postovi: 586
Lokacija: Utrine
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Dok je tebe
Dotakni mi usne
probudi mi tijelo
još je vatre ostalo
Dotakni mi dušu
srce je vrelo
za tebe je gorjelo
I samo ne daj nikada
da nam ljubav bude navika
I samo ne daj, ne daj nikada
da nam ljubav bude navika
Slušam, čujem
gledam i vidim
otvaraš se kao cvijet
Tvoje mi oči
kažu što želim
u njima leži sav moj svijet
I samo ne daj nikada
da nam ljubav bude navika
I samo ne daj, ne daj nikada
da nam ljubav bude navika
Probudi me strah, ne bih da te izgubim
samo ne znam kakve veze imaju godine sa tim
Idem dalje ja sa tobom zajedno
dok je tebe, ništa drugo nije potrebno
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| sri ožu 08, 2006 11:23 pm |
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Plavooka
...drugi casnik...
Pridružen/a: čet kol 12, 2004 10:58 pm
Postovi: 586
Lokacija: Utrine
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Mir na jastuku
Ti si razlog što postojim
Ti si razlog što sam tu
Ti me držiš iznad vode
Ti si mir na jastuku
Ti me gasiš kada gorim
Ti me tjeraš da se borim
Kad mi dođe da se predam
Ti razlog što se ne dam
Još jedan dan još jednu noć
I ja ću natrag doć
Kada legnem pored tebe
Znaj da bol će proć
Još jedan dan još jednu noć
I ja ću natrag doć
Kad se stisneš pored mene
Znam da bol će proć
Sve je još u magli
Ko da nisam sasvim svoj
Ne znam gdje sam bio
Al znam da bit ću tvoj
Ti si sve što čovjek treba
Ti si sve što čovjek gleda
Ja bio sam slijep
Bio sam slijep.
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Srce stade kao dete da se otima,
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| sri ožu 08, 2006 11:26 pm |
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Borko
....kapetan...
Pridružen/a: čet tra 21, 2005 11:06 pm
Postovi: 1976
Lokacija: Slabo poznajem VARAŽDIN, al' stignem do tvoje kuce.
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More dise, skojic spava
A na srid kanala gajeta je stala
Di san ja, di si ti
Pokraj mora na vrh bora slavuj piva
Jos te tako volim mila.
U daljini, ispod sunca, letis ti.
Opet zvone stara zvona
A ja ne znan di si prva ljubavi
Mozda ispod neba plava
S nekim spavas ti.
More dise, slavuj piva
A na srid kanala ja i moja gitara
Di san ja, di si ti
Pokraj mora pored bora
Zori zora, ti si zvizda jutarnja.
U daljini, sve do neba, letis ti.
Tuzno zvone kampaneli
Bolje da se nismo sreli
Jer ispod neba plava
S nekim spavas ti.
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Jebem po tavanu, prodajem maglu, a toplu vodu sam vec davno izmislio... uglavnom, pametujem di god stignem...
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| čet ožu 09, 2006 9:22 pm |
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