Tuesday, March 20, 2007

jarboli - samo ponekad

svaka veza je katastrofa kada održavate svesno ili nesvesno fasadu jednog neuspelog odnosa... svaka veza je katastrofa sem one u kojoj se ljudi zaista vole... ali kako znati šta je prava ljubav, dok je ne doživiš... tada ti više nikakva pamet ne treba jer sve znaš...



Nije jasno šta se događa
otišle su nekad samo moje,
nestale su nisu više tu,
da li slutiš o čemu govorim
Sve su dalje ne vidim ih više
obične stvari, prijatelji moji

Šta to očekuješ od mene,
tražiš uporno nešto da ti dam
Ja se trudim, ne mogu da lažem,
neću da budem zao ili grub
Pričam gluposti, ne mogu da se setim
Otvori mi prozor da odem, da letim

Kako ne vidiš ja sam običan,
sasvim običan, nimalo lud
Samo ponekad kada zatvorim oči
mogu da radim razne stvari
mogu da radim sve što hoću
ali ne danas danas nije moj dan

Da lažem nema više smisla
za mene to nije tako lako
Ostajem bez daha gušim se padam
ne znas više da li da se smeješ
ne znas više ni da li da se sećaš
Ostajem sam sam i slobodan
ali ne nikad više

Kako ne vidiš ja sam običan
sasvim običan nimalo lud
Samo ponekad kada zatvorim oči
mogu da radim razne stvari
mogu da radim sve sto hoću
ali ne danas, danas nije moj dan
...

Jarboli "Samo Ponekad"

Sunday, March 18, 2007

smashing pumpkins - behold! the night mare

I've faced the fathoms in your deep
withstood the suitors quiet siege
pulled down the heavens just to please you
appease you
the wind blows and I know

I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
to linger on, beyond the beyond
where the willows weep
and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me
the coarse tide reflects sky

and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
with a december black psalm
and the night mare rides on
what i fear is lost here
the wind blows and I know

all you have to do is run away
and steal yourself from me
become a mystery to gaze into
you're so cruel in all you do
but still I believe, I believe in you

so may you come with your own knives
you'll never take me alive
with all the force of what is true
is there nothing I can do?

I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
to linger on, beyond the beyond
where the willows weep
and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me

and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
with a december black psalm
and the night mare rides on

I've faced the fathoms in your deep
withstood the suitors quiet siege
pulled down the heavens just to please you
to hold the flower I can't keep

("behold! the night mare" by the smashing pumpkins)