Jedna prava revolucija

Ne menja polunasmešeni izraz lica ni pod pretnjom. Bolji su Paunović i Pašić.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Verica Nebeska!

Najprije procitala "Nista nas ne smije iznenaditi", a onda mi rekose da ima i film. Film je dobar, ali, mogao je to Grlic malo bolje. U svakom slucaju ako je Tomic vs. Grlic, Tomic je odradio bolji posao. Dpbar je Dalmatinac, pogotovu kad zapiva Nadalinu :), Imam osjecaj da bi soundtrack za film bio zanimljiv, red Haustora, red Beslica, pa dodas Ilica, super.

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

Grlic is:
"Way down in the hole..."
Sa tomicem ti je kao:
"You're innocent when you dream"

Slusam po stoti put danas

"I'm going straight to the top
oh yea up where the air is
fresh and clean..."

Cekam da se zavrsi radni dan, i sad me zanima otkud ti znas za Toma? Ma sta uopste i pitam, nemam rijeci, impresionirana sam, rijetki su oni koji uopste i znaju ko je on.

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

In any other circumstances, I'll take that as an insult, but I forgive u...
Salim se.
Frankie je na mojoj top-ten listi najboljih albuma svih vremena.
Zapravo, cela trilogija-Raindogs, Swordfishtrombones, ali specijalno Frankie...
To je jedan od onih sa kojih svako malo imas omiljenu stvar.
I came to:
Dream away a tears in your eyes
dream away your sorrow
dream away all our goodbuys
dream away tommorow

I promise when the world starts turning
turning for you and me
and just like before
the band starts playing

and now there's twinkle in your eyes
and
dream away...

I'm going straight to the top
oh yeah!
If you know me
you know what I mean...
;-)

...Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair...
Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom cat feelings you don't understand
Well I turn around to look at you
you light a cigarette
I wish I had the guts to bum one
but we've never met...

Bas kao sto si rekao, uvijek nadjem neku novu pjesmu, i jos nesto sto me fascinira je da bilo da si u depresiji u tri ujutro, ili happy u 3 popodne, nekako ti njegove pjesme uvijek pogode osjecanja. Tom is a legend and I am glad u know it too :)

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

If you want money in you pocket
and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here...

Juce stigao iz Zadra,
a sada setam kaput po BG...

The road not taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

A kakve ovo veze ima sa Tomom :-O?

the Revolution indeed. The Beatles, Waits, cini mi se da je neko spomenuo the Pixies, Sergej skupio si dobro drustvance ovdje.

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

...and...

My feet is my only carriage...

Si vid'o?
Niko ne ume da bude lep k'o Shiftarka!
Majke mi!

A sto ti fino ne bi otvorio novi blog cisto onako da raja ima sta pisati, a nama kojima je dosadno citati, jer sve ove teme sto procitam, nekako su mi teze od ovog posla koji radim, a treba ubiti jos par sati. A znas i sam, napisi samo jedan vic i eto minimum 300 komentara, although, nesto slabo ide sa Beatles, hm, neznam zasto, vicevi izgleda bolje prolaze.

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

Well he packed up all his
expectations he lit out for California
with a flyswatter banjo on his knee
with a lucky tiger in his angel hair
and benzedrine for getting there
they found him in a eucalyptus tree
lieutenant got him a canary bird
and shaked her head with every word
and Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song
and he got 20 years for lovin' her
from some Oklahoma governor
said everything this Doughboy
does is wrong

Now some say he's doing
the obituary mambo
and some say he's hanging on the wall
perhaps this yarn's the only thing
that holds this man together
some say he was never here at all

Some say they saw him down in
Birmingham, sleeping in a
boxcar going by
and if you think that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie...

I never saw the morning til I stayed up all night
I never saw the sunshine til you turned out the light
I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody, until I needed a song
I never saw the white line til I was leaving you behind
I never knew I needed you til I was caught up in a bind
I never spoke 'I love you' til I cursed you in vain,
I never felt my heartstrings til I nearly went insane.
I never saw the east coast til I moved to the west
I never saw the moonlight until it shone off your breast
I never saw your heart til someone tried to steal it away
I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face.

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

Pre petnaestak godina na TV-u bio snimak koncerta, Tom okačio neku sijalicu na pecaljku mikrofona, jedini light show, iskrivio kičmu i reži. Eh kad bi mogao taj snimak da se negde nabavi...

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

E, tu sam pao na Waits-a.
bas ta, San Diego Serenada mi se uvukla u kosti zajedno sa beogradskom zimom, jedne daaaavne godine...
Naravno, kad sam se preselio u LA, jedva sam cekao da se odvezem 70-tak milja juznije u famozni San Diego...
I tu, cijeli dan, pjevusio:
I never saw the east coast...

Serenada se meni uvukla pod kozu jednog davnijeg decembra u Chicagu, i uvijek kad je cujem, sjetim se nekih tezih vremena. Al' onda opet "I am going straight to the top..."

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

U skoli smo ucili o prirodnim bogatstvima Kosova, al ovo niko nije pominjao! :)
NE DAM KOSOV(o)ARKE !!!

"...MI SMO LJUDI CIGANI SUDBINOM PROKLETI..."

I used to be cruel to my woman,
I beat her and kept her apart
from the things that she loved.
Man, I was mean, but I'm changing my scene...

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Pa lepo ja
kazem-
Pod udarom zakona...
Ali moj benigni shtos niko nije razumeo :(((

sve samo malo previse zute literature i ET-a, samo nek on nastavi stvarati dobru muziku, sve ostalo je nebitno.

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

Kod nas, slobodna zona, pevamo jedni drugima, i ko koga banuje, da mu crkne krava (sta je jadna zivotinja kriva!)
Zapali pljugu, odvrni neki mjuz, izuj se i digni noge na astal...
Today's grey skies, tomorrow's tears
you'll have to waits till yesterday's here...

Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't wanna be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

Ooo yeah
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

ok, al' moze i:

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of Churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their target
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the Viper's fang
Or herald loud the death of Man?
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release

I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien
Can't take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On the next Bardo
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with deaths release

ili:
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clock waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Don't let the sun blast your shadow
Don't let the milk float ride your mind
They're so natural - religiously unkind

Oh no love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone

Just turn on with me and you're not alone
Let's turn on with me and you're not alone
Let's turn on and be not alone
Gimme your hands 'cos you're wonderful
Gimme your hands 'cos you're wonderful
Oh gimme your hands

or, speaking of subject, I highly recomend:

The evening fell just like a star
Left a trail behind
You spit as you slammed out the door
If this is love we're crazy
As we fight like cats and dogs
But I just know there's got to be more

So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain

I admit that I ain't no angel
I admit that I ain't no saint
I'm selfish and I'm cruel and I'm blind
If I exorcise my devils
Well my angels may leave too
When they leave they're so hard to find

(Chorus)

We're always at each other's throats
It drives me up the wall
Most of the time I'm just blowing off steam
And I wish to God you'd leave me
And I wish to God you'd stay
Life's so different than it is in your dreams

a moze i:

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues

'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
...
neverending circle..
wllcome to the contiunuing saga
she was my best half...

ovaj moj peva 2 pac da se zacudi kako nekada komercijalna stvar ima dobu pricu ali kada se setim tebe, tj kada vidim blog, mada sad stigoh sa adama f koji je neke stvari u muzici pokazao razveselio se, nekako mi ide da pustim crno beli svet. i vidim jednog prostaka sa tetom na ruci kako nesto lupa i lakse mi. znaci laksi slucaj ne treba muzika...

e ovo je moj mrzelome da trazim pa i u komercijali nadjes dobro
[1]
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]

[2]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

[Bridge]

[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

[3]
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

[Bridge 'til fade]

naravno ovo nemoze bukvalno u srbiji malo figurativno i to je negde to, valda je to

but, I always stay away from "Please, call me...", jer kad to cujem, onda ja nisam ja, ili mozda jesam, ali, nesmijem biti...It takes me to places and times I can't be in...
I:
...And you take on the
Dreams of the ones who have slept here.
And I'm lost in the window
I hide on the stairway
I hang in the curtain
I sleep in your hat
And no one brings anything
Small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions
And the girls behind the counter has a tattooed tear,
One for every year he's away she said, such
A crumbling beauty, but there's
Nothing wrong with her that
$100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness
That only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the
Southern Pacific going by
As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out
Over the side to anyone who'll listen
And I've seen it
All through the yellow windows
Of the evening train.

But sometimes Tom takes you way down in the whole (am I to blame), and I recommend:

...We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be Heroes
We're nothing
And nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying
Then you better not stay
But we could be safer
Just for one day...

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

je za sve prilike!!!

Nisi morao da mi kazes sta je, veruj mi da sam ga, dok sam skrollovao dole, odmah prepoznao!

da li poznajes Latinsku Ameriku?

Licno, samo Mejico i Venezuelu.

"I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery"

Aleister Crowley, satanska figura, pitam se zašto je bio toliko interesantan najvećim stvaraocima rokenrola. Njegov lik je na omotu Sgt Peppera, Dorsi su se slikali ispred njegove biste, evo ga i kod Bouvija. Možda ga uzimaju kao simbol ekstremističkog shvatanja Slobode. It makes me wonder...

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Volim te.
you´re gift of God.
Znas sta radim?
posto su mi izgubili kofer na aerodromu, dok sam ga prijavio otisao vozac koji je trebalo da me ceka, verovatno misleci da nisam ni sleteo, i evo me u internet kafeu u Valensiji, pokusavajuci da u mailu nadjem ikakav trag o tome gde odsedam...
sta radim na blogu, dakle samo Bog zna.
I posle ga kao nema, a?

...sada ladas tamo po tim amerikama, mi smo ti brata Branislava, uz Mikija iz Velikog brata, prikljucili nasoj viseclanoj ekipi besmislenih ljudi, i navukli se svi zajedno na predstave hiperrealiste Jugoslava Kujundzica, lecenog alkosa i edukatora mladih, koje su svakog ponedeljka na akademiji, na koje odlazimo redovno kao da smo pod kakvom grupnom hipnozom!:)
Pa sad ti vidi u kakvoj zemlji zivis:)

Prijatelj oba barda i još jednog

mestasja ili blog, eto ti dileme:)....

-- Board unclog --

Tako kaže čika Ljubomir dok ispija pićence u klubu Srpskih četnika... Pre Bitlsa svi su bili uredno obrijani i ošišani i niko nije pevao All You Need Is Love (ili u prevodu "Ubićemo, zaklaćemo ko sa nama neće"). Svet je bio čista idila.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

ja idlje bih da znam mestaja ili blog a dolazi CL.

"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."
William Shakespeare

Aaa, spomenuo bih samo da je čika Ljubomir otisao iz ondasnje Jugoslavije golobrad, mnogo pre nego mu je i jedna vlas na licu izrasla. Nije ih gajio nikada ni kasnije. Nisu svi Ravnogorci u fazonu motoa koji si brzopleto potpisao, cak sta vise vecina onih koji su otisli u svet gajise ljubav ka Otadzbini i Kraljevini koju su napustili, po njih na vreme - pre nego su nehotice postali vukodlaci..

Uzged budi napisano, ovaj doticni gospodin se razlikovao od ostalih u spomenutom klubu i sredini, po tojme sto je uvek bio pedantno obucen u odelu, sa uredno ispeglanom kosuljom, kravatom i sesirom na glavi. Nije potezao za 'picencem', vec toplim napitkom, obicno cajem. Iako nije puno pricao, imao je uvek sto sta da nam kaze..

Kao drugo, navodis estetske epitete i pises kako je 'Svet bio čista idila'. Pa i jeste, ukoliko se i kada poredi sa sadasnjim. Nije dzabe u svoje vreme vazila nasa stara izreka/opaska: "Postoji brada zvanja, brada znanja i brada sranja". Time si dobio odgovor na to da je vecina sveta u ono vreme bila ipak uredno obrijana i podsisana, naravno, ukoliko su isti imali mogucnosti da se brinu o svojem izgledu, a ne ono drugo na sta aludiras..

"Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile."
Hamilton Wright Mabie - Franklin P. Jones

E, pa nisi naveo sve vrste brada kojima naš narod dade ime. Rekao je Bata Stojković u filmu "Kako sam sistematski uništen od idiota":
- Nije ovo brada klanja, već brada razočaranja!

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

ipak mestaja coveka mrzi da traci vreme u internet cafe-u a i sto bi mislim dobar izbor, mada nadam se dok si bio u lundonu da si posetio den jel dzaba sve ako to nevidis, ili bar tesko priznajem upton park west hem ipak zasluzuje....

Šta je to?

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

e ako pitas mene mestaja je stadion valensije a den je u londonu millwolla legenda under londona, a drugi west hema to je jedan od simbola londona koji se nesme propustuti ali ne vezano sa fudbalom jug jugoistok treba i taj kraj videti temza deli ma odlican malo socijala, naravno ne za nase prilike ali jedinstven dozivljaj...

Po meni, jedina prava revolucija je bila kad su Srbi pod Milosevicem odlucili da masovno propushe shit, koji nisu propushili 500 godina pod turcima. Onda su provalili blogove i sad je shit od medjunarodnog znacaja.To je revolucija.

..

Znacci, revolucija je globalni ssit :)

http://urbanozeleno.blogspot.com

hm....

hajde budi malo precizniji pa da ti nesto kazem.

Nikad mi se nisi bas nesto svidjao Sergej,
delovao si mi kao da si pun govana (prevod sa americkog)
Sada sam se malo bolje upoznao sa tvojim radom i nije to lose, glumis i po usa
ali i dalje mi licis na neke moje bivse drugare sa kojima nisam vise mogao da se druzim jer su se uvek trudili da budu cool
TRUDILI! Silujes mnogo brate
Budi glumac
dobronamerno!

dobro si rek'o.

na cijelom ovom blogu koji je nesto vrijedio i nesto pametno sadrzavao. Nastavi Sergej da se boris za ovakve revolucije, hvala za neke dobre tekstove and
"Across the universe
Nothing's gonna change my world"

"Today is grey skies, tomorrow is tears,
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here." (T.W.)

Sa tvojim blogom, Sergeje.
Da li ovo uopšte neko vidi?

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Ne rade linkovi?

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.