OSVETA JE MOJA I JA CU JE VRATITI.
srijeda, 19.04.2006.
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On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself This could be Heaven or this could be Hell Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place (background) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year Any time of year (background) You can find it here Her mind is Tiffany twisted She's got the Mercedes bends She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget So I called up the Captain Please bring me my wine He said We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely Place Such a lovely Place (background) Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise What a nice surprise (background) Bring your alibies Mirrors on the ceiling The Pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here Of our own device And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before Relax said the nightman We are programed to recieve You can check out any time you like But you can never leave |
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razne pametne misli , pametne gluposti i ostala sranja iz svakodnevnog zivota-dvoje smusenih idiota
nemam ništa s tim
Ona je volela blues, njen kralj zvao se Peter Green. A ja, sasvim slučajno tu... Za taj film neko levi, sasvim... Uvek je gledala sat, i čim sklope kazaljke krug k'o mala bi šaputala, tad, da negde neko misli na nju. U njenoj sobi, mala riznica greha, kao duga, preko besmisla most... Puno knjiga nekog prebeglog Čeha, i sportska štampa, ako naiđe gost... Uglavnom prođe sve, ali ostane blues. Boje se razliju kad ga čujem na radiju... Ubija metronom... Šta taj sat radi tu? Jedan i nula-pet... Neko misli na nju. Negde u meni je kvar, i mrak sto me gricka k'o miš... I sav sam kao ona staklena stvar u kojoj veje kada je pomeriš. U ovoj sobi ravnoteža je prosta: sto i krevet i prekidač za luč... Ispod cene mole cenjenog gosta da pre puta ne zaboravi kljuc. Uglavnom ... Ona je volela blues, o-je, lucidni Peter Green... A ja, ja sam voleo nju... A blues... šta blues...? Nemam ništa sa tim... |
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