Saturday, June 25, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Prizivanje Kiše
Oblačno je nedelju dana
a ni kap da padne
tri pokušaja ubistva u afektu,
svađe,
a crvene Kiše ni kap..
plešem i plešem,
plačem, smejem se,
cerekam se, ridam,
padni!
vrištim, ćutim,
obožavam, mrzim,
hoćeš li više pasti?
ples nije dovoljan,
držim nož pod grlom jadne Životinje
spremna na najgore,
srce će mi pući,
ali MORAM!
bogovi će znati to da cene,
uslišiće moju molitvu.
samo mali rez,
da poteče njena Krv,
zarad moje.
ne mogu,
pa je pustim.
tada zagrmi,
Vetar počne jače da duva,
Konačno!
ležim na ispucaloj Zemlji,
gledam u Nebo,
slušam Oluju koja se muči,
ali nikako da rodi,
ništa,
još uvek ništa..
ustajem i plešem,
plačem, smejem se,
cerekam se, ridam,
padni!
vrištim, ćutim,
obožavam, mrzim,
hoćeš li više pasti?
ne mogu više da podnesem.
da je slušam kako vrišti,
uzimam nož
naslanjam ga sebi na zglob leve ruke
tanka crvena linija ostaje pod oštricom
na sečivu se pojavi kapljica
prvo jedna pa zatim i druga,
pada,
pada,
pada!!!
a ni kap da padne
tri pokušaja ubistva u afektu,
svađe,
a crvene Kiše ni kap..
plešem i plešem,
plačem, smejem se,
cerekam se, ridam,
padni!
vrištim, ćutim,
obožavam, mrzim,
hoćeš li više pasti?
ples nije dovoljan,
držim nož pod grlom jadne Životinje
spremna na najgore,
srce će mi pući,
ali MORAM!
bogovi će znati to da cene,
uslišiće moju molitvu.
samo mali rez,
da poteče njena Krv,
zarad moje.
ne mogu,
pa je pustim.
tada zagrmi,
Vetar počne jače da duva,
Konačno!
ležim na ispucaloj Zemlji,
gledam u Nebo,
slušam Oluju koja se muči,
ali nikako da rodi,
ništa,
još uvek ništa..
ustajem i plešem,
plačem, smejem se,
cerekam se, ridam,
padni!
vrištim, ćutim,
obožavam, mrzim,
hoćeš li više pasti?
ne mogu više da podnesem.
da je slušam kako vrišti,
uzimam nož
naslanjam ga sebi na zglob leve ruke
tanka crvena linija ostaje pod oštricom
na sečivu se pojavi kapljica
prvo jedna pa zatim i druga,
pada,
pada,
pada!!!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mouthful Of Diamonds
Wake up, you're gettin' high on your own supply
Oh, baby, you're still alive when you could've died, oh
The world is not around because of you
You know I'm not around because of you
You've got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocketful of secrets
I know you're never telling anyone
Because the patterns they control your mind
Those patterns take away my time
Hello, goodbye
Wasted, you tell the truth when you could've lied
And troubles are on the rise cuz you're in disguise, oh
And if it isn't me then pack your bags and leave
I wish I could believe those devils won't take you back
Out to the salty sea
You've got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocketful of secrets
I know you're never telling anyone
Because the patterns they control your mind
Those patterns take away my time
Hello, goodbye
I wish I could believe...
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Lucy's underground
Phantogram "When I'm Small"
Lucy's underground
She's got a mouth to feed
Am I underground
Or am I in between
Lucy's underground
She's got a mouth to feed
Am I underground
Or am I in too deep
Show me love
Who's got your hand on the button of
Showin' love
You've got your hand on the button of
Oh oh oh oh oh
Lucy's underground
She's never coming back
Am I still alive
Or has the life gone bad
Take me underground
Take me all the way
And bring me to the fire
Throw me into the flames
So show me love
Who's got your hand on the button of
Showin' love
You've got your hand on the button of
I would rather die
I would rather die
Than to be with you
Oh oh oh oh oh
Monday, May 2, 2011
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