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1. Novi Pazar
2. Beograd
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U skladu s ovim blagdanima evo jednog light priloga o muzici koju smo svi voleli, Dame i gospodo... Znate već, to su one pesme koje su nam mrdale guzove i kukove, zbog kojih smo dizali pesnice, ujutro se budili promuklog glasa. Ne, ne, ništa ne kapirate, nisu to pesme s kojima smo smuvali prvu ribu ili ste bile smuvane od prvog frajera. Ne, to su bre pesme koje su vas udarile zbog jednog stiha...onako kao kad Ničea podvučete u svom pubertetu, pa danas kad opet otvorite tu knjigu vama se otvori čitav jedan život zabeležen i uskaldišten u vašem delu mozga. Ima ih na milion, stihovi
Gradovi su poput ljudi. Funkcionišu, manje-više, na isti način, svi imaju sličan sadržaj, ljude, zgrade, puteve, parkove, reke, ali ipak svaki grad je poseban za sebe i potpuno različit od ostalih.
Beograd sam, čini mi se, najviše voleo kada bih se u njega vraćao. Nije bitno odakle, bilo da se radi o povratku s godišnjeg odmora, iz posete rođacima u unutrašnjosti ili iz inostranstva. Uvek sam otvorenih usta posmatrao valovit i nepregledan grad koji blešti u svojoj svetlosti. Posebno pamtim prizor sa svojih povrataka od rođaka, kada sam još bio dečak. Išli bismo Obrenovačkim
Josh Ritter, live sutra.
well i thought that
we all cared about peace
and i thought that
we'd all cry about love and loss
and i thought that
we were somehow holding on
but i'm just standing here
no one should have to
live all of their life on their own
no one should have to
live all of their life on the
every time i think about
what i can do
it just slips away
and every time i think that
we can make things work
well it just slips away
and i turn on the news
and there's always some dude
who's relentlessly bringing me
Bermuda Highway
Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces, wonderin why their bodies go to silly places.
Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills, your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway.
Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams, fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall.
Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement snoozing in cobwebs and the cement.
Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame, maybe I'm to blame for his short bitter fucked up life
Chinese translation
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met a old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song
See
Can you see the working classes
Trudging through their days
Time goes slowly when you're only waiting
Till the sun turns black
Can you see the wise man simply
Living, loving quietly
Every breath he takes eternity
Till the sun turns black