Pjesme o pohlepi

[mojo27]

Money - Barrett Strong
Lova - Simona

[Ajutokintumi]

strasvena pohlepa

Ready N Willing

[Vukozec]

Pink Floyd - Have A Cigar

"We're so happy we can hardly count."

[mUrMillo hRnIć]

Po meni ultimativna pisma o pohlepi je od Dylana "mAsters of war". Nema je na jutubu mislin. A vedderova verzija je škovaca.

mozda najgnjevnija Dylanova pisma ikad.

"...Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.


And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead."

[kvart99]

Tricky - Money Greedy (1998)

[Stronger Free]

Elio Pisak - Šoldi su vajka u modi

[Ajutokintumi]

Money Talks

"Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things
Money talks very loudly
You'd be surprised the friends
You can buy with small change
They say it's the root of all evil
They say gold is the king
Money talks, you'd better believe it
All that gold don't mean a thing
Rich people, hear those pockets jingle
Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry
Money talks, tip-toe up behind you
Steal what they can,
Off the cuff or on the sly
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks..."

[Midnight Mover]

Boa - Milion

najjača!

[Ajutokintumi]

Can't Buy Me Love

[Vukozec]

Pjesma Ry Coodera o prasetu po imenu J. Edgar.

Probajte zamijeniti J. Edgar u pjesmi svinjom po vašem izboru:

Down on the farm we had a pig, J. Edgar was his name
He’d eat up all our victuals and start back up again
Just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the lane
Well, that’s how J. Edgar Hoover got his name

Now, momma baked a cherry pie and set it out to cool
So we’d have something good to eat when we got home from school
J. Edgar climbed up on the porch and ate up all that pie
When we got home that mornin’ we heard our mamma cry

J. Edgar, J. Edgar, just look what you’ve done
You ate up the cherry pie that was for everyone
We made it through the dusters, and the hoppers too
But God help us, J. Edgar, ’cause nothin’s safe from you

We had an extra man named Bob he wouldn’t work a lick
He drank bad moonshine likker, and it always made him sick
We rode to church on Sunday and stayed a while in town
When we reached home at suppertime, poor Bob could not be found

He wasn’t in the parlor, and he wasn’t in the lane
Drinking in the pantry or sleepin’ in the hay
His hat was in the pigpen, that he always wore
Poor Bob won’t be drinking moonshine likker anymore

J. Edgar, J. Edgar it just don’t seem fair
You ate Bob our hired hand while we were at prayer
Let’s say a prayer for old Bob, and our country too
God help us J. Edgar, nobody’s safe from you

[mUrMillo hRnIć]

Arthur Brown - Come and Buy

[Caecus]

Napalm Death - Greed Killing

[MillaMaykah]

Satan Panonski-Advokat

[sicky]

Ajutokintumi kaže:

Money

Mislim da je zapravo cijeli Dark side of the moon album o ljudskoj pohlepi.

[kvart99]

The Godfathers - I Want Everything (1986)

[KingCrimson]

A sada nešto posve drugačije. Staro ali vječno. Obvezna glazbena lektira.

[Vukozec]

George Harrison - Piggies

"...Pig Brother..."

[kktz]

More

[Ajutokintumi]

hearts for sale

[Ajutokintumi]

Penthouse Pauper

Now, if I was a bricklayer,
I wouldn't build just anything;
And if I was a ball player,
I wouldn't play no second string.
And if I were some jew'lry, baby;
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring.

If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told.
If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old.
I could be most anything,
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh.

If I were a gambler, you know I'd never lose,
And if I were a guitar player,
Lord, I'd have to play the blues.



If I was a hacksaw, my blade would be razor sharp.
If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk.
You can find the tallest building,
Lord, I'd have me the house on top.

Oh, let's go!
All right, keep goin'!

I'm the penthouse pauper;
I got nothin' to my name.
I'm the penthouse pauper; baby,
I got nothing to my name.
I can be most anything,
'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the same.

Oh, let's move to this song!
Lord, look at my penthouse.