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eh sta reci na ovo...lepo
aj ja da digresiram (ako tako nesto postoji na blogu.-), ovo sam stavila kod mene, pa cu i kod tebe da bucnem...skini ako ti se nesvidja, bez ljutis..

dodje mi da skinem nanule i djuskam po pesku uz ove mocne perkusije

Mis'im ok je kacenje ovih klipova, ama mi malo nedostaje neki ostar tekst ili pljuca, pa da krene klanje, kao u dobra stara vremena. Ovaj ceo blog je zasao u neku hipi motackodzointsku* fazu, u kojoj svi sve vole i uvazavaju, do besvesti se izvinjavaju u PP za koju pregrubu rec, drze za ruke i sede u krilu, ko da je, bozemeoprosti prolece doslo. Ili je to samo zatisje pred buru, a?




* da se okoristim ovim Dr. Wuovim vanvremenskim konstruktom.

srki ju rule

kao u dobra stara vremena.

cek a jel moze fajt -uz prigodnu pesmu...i to Ian Brown, ni on nije bas neki hipik...i nevoli ceo svet..
i nije tip koji se izvinjava...

Filip2412

srki ju rule

Samo posle tebe, druze .


Ne mogoh da je nadjem na jutjubu sad kad je najpotrebnija, pa evo bar stihovi:

Well the night was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town
Some big ceremony was going down
Dancers writhed and squirmed and then,
Came apart and then writhed again
Like squirming flies on a pin
In the heat and in the din
Yes, in the heat and in the din
I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn


Well, midnite came and clock did strike
And in she came, did John Finn's wife
With legs like scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance floor
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's wife


Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife
She got perfumed breasts and raven hair
Sprinkled with wedding confettis
And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with machetes
And the night through the window was full of lights
Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife
Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife


Next came the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look like no trouble there
As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife
And they seemed to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and very ferocious night
The moon full of blood and light
And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight
As I plotted in the ear of John Finns' wife


Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black eyes and black cheroot
With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his wife
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John Finns' wife is all
And the three of us walk out of the hall


Now the night bore down upon us all
You could hear the crickets in the thickets call
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life
Now I'm over near the bandstand
Every hand moving on John Finns' wife
Every hand moving on John Finns' wife


And John Finns' wife
Took all the flowers down
From her hair
And threw them on the ground
And the flies did hum
And the flies did buzz around
Poor John Finn
Lying dead upon the ground
Lying dead upon the ground

dada, Ian zvani suptilni

i sta rece , sastavice opet StoneR. ako prsne sa parama...posteno

sa Music of the Spheres.
Odlican album.

A ovo da nas zelja mine...

uvek se glasno smejem kad vidim baš ovaj snimak gde je ian u svetlucavo šabanskoj trenerci, ovo savršeno loženje publike...i himna

On je kralj Majmuna! taj stil i ples...
nikad pretenciozan...

'I dont have to sell my soul
Hes already in me
I dont need to sell my soul
Hes already in me
I wanna be adored'

Da, i onaj njegov 'ples' koji liči na marširanje, bolje reći geganje marševskog tipa. Isto to je bilo i na exitu 2005. Dobar je bio koncert tad, oduševilo me je kad je krenuo sa "Submission" od Pistolsa.
E, a stvarno se šabanski oblači

jes sabanski..al pogledaj taj Manhester .....obaska Joy D., New O. i ko jos.. trenerka fazon rulz!
Bila sam u Engleskoj 92te, tamo su svi bili u tom fazonu i svi bendovi koje sam volela bili su obuceni kao nasi civeni dizelasi, al su me nervirali.....
ali opaka muzika iz tog grada

ali opaka muzika iz tog grada

Slažem se da je
Nisam bio tamo (najsevernije dokle sam stigao 85te u UK bio je Kembridž i to na 1 dan, inače pretežno London i južnije. Bio sam u Londonu ponovo 2006, fantazija). Čuo sam od ortaka koji živi u UK da ga Mančester podseća na Beograd. (arhitekturalni haos - potpuno raznolika, nepovezana arhitektura)

madchaster!!!!!!!!!!

evo jedne lepe pesmice

.

Samo posle tebe, druze .
Ne mogoh da je nadjem na jutjubu sad kad je najpotrebnija, pa evo bar stihovi:

Nick Cave je tatko. John Finns' wife znam ali nisam detaljno obradjivao te novijie stvari, ne mogu bre da procitam pesmu natenane guzva neka u ofisu teraju me dusmani da radim.

'I dont have to sell my soul
Hes already in me
I dont need to sell my soul
Hes already in me
I wanna be adored'

kako su uvek vrlo jednostavni stihovi - nekako - najbolji...
ja sam njih imala na ploči - kako je to davno bilo, ebt

klip

E dobri su bili!
Dragi likovi sa pocetka 90ih

E a ova mi je najdraza

Sometimes I fantasize that the streets are cold and lonely
and the cars they burn below me...
Kakva trenerka!

što bi te neko kamenovao Aleksandre, ta ploča / album jeste jedan od najznačajnijih ikada
a vezano za onaj momenat da li postoji mogućnost da opet okupi ekipu Ian na jednom mestu kaže - možda - kada Mančester Junajted osvoji Ligu šampiona :):):)
p.s. i kaže da nije kupovao odeću od 97. jedan japanac koji dizajnira za adidas i levis mu šalje kutiju odeće svake druge nedelje - otuda sve ove blesve trenerke :)
neverovatna harizma u tom čoveku