Pjesme koje volimo

[jimmy jazz]

hajde da ludujemo ove noci
uberi mi treshnje
i daj da se smoci

[Man Pur]

Majke - Cigan

ne mogu ubiti bol
zato pijem do besvjesti
da bih opstao
ne mogu razgovarati
jer bih se uplasio
svega sto sam rekao
zato hodam i gledam
hodam ulicama
u crnim cizmama
gazim svoju sjenu
kao truli list
a sa druge strane
mase mi Isus Krist
i kaze
sto hoces ti ucini
samo hodaj cigane
izdrzi u svojoj mucnini
zato hodam i gledam

[Man Pur]

Majke - Oslobodi se



Ovo gdje zivis se zove svijet
U kome treba da radis ono sto ne volis

To je dovoljno da postojis
To je dovoljno da postojis

Treba da si ruzan iako si lijep
Tako su te ucili
Treba da patis zato sto si ziv
Kriz su pokazali

Oslobodi se
Oslobodi se
Sve je nista
A nista je sve

Ovo gdje zivis se zove svijet
U kome treba da si nitko da bi bio netko

To je dovoljno da postojis
To je dovoljno da postojis

Budi svjestan svoje duse
Sve sto trebas je malo hrabrosti
U hramu laznih vrijednosti
Lanac straha prekini

Oslobodi se
Oslobodi se
Sve je nista
A nista je sve

[jimmy jazz]

e cuj..ak volish thievery..probaj bonoba.

[Fish 1968]

Precious

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

DM

[Fish 1968]

I'm the Scatman


I'm the Scatman

Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you.
As a matter of fact don't let nothin' hold you back.
If the Scatman can do it so can you.

Everybody's sayin' that the Scatman stutters
But doesn't ever stutter when he sings.
But what you don't know I'm gonna tell you right now
That the stutter and the scat is the same thing.
Yo I'm the Scatman.

Where's the Scatman? I'm the Scatman.

Why should we be pleasin' all the politician heathens
Who would try to change the seasons if the could?
The state of the condition insults my intuitions
And it only makes me crazy and my heart like wood.

Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you.
As a matter of fact don't let nothin' hold you back.
If the Scatman can do it brother so can you.
I'm the Scatman.


Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you.
As a matter of fact don't let nothin' hold you back.
If the Scatman can do it brother so can you.

I'm the Scatman.

I hear you all ask 'bout the meaning of scat.
Well I'm the professor and all I can tell you is
While you're still sleepin' the saints are still weepin' cause
Things you call dead haven't yet had the chance to be born.
I'm the Scatman.

I'm the Scatman....repeat after me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie scoobie doobie melody
I'm the Scatman....repeat after me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie scoobie doobie melody



Scatman John

[Enchantress]

World in my Eyes - Depeche Mode

Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't have to move
You just sit still

Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes

I'll take you to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
***And*** we won't need a map, believe me

Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That's all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That's all there is

Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heaven's in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That's all there is
Nothing more than you can touch now
That's all there is

Let me show you the world in my eyes

[Enchantress]

By my side - INXS

In the dark of night
Those small hours
Uncertain and anxious
I need to call you
Rooms full of strangers
some call me friend
But I wish you were close to me

In the dark of the night
Those small hours
I drift away
When I'm with you

In the dark of the night
By my side
In the dark of the night
By my side
By my side
By my side
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

Here comes the clown
His face is a wall
No window
no air at all
In the dark of the night
Those faces they haunt me
But I wish you were
So close to me
By my side
By my side
I wish you were
I wish you were

Those faces they haunt me
I wish you were so close to me
Yes I wish you were
By my side

Za ljubitelje: INXS lyrics.

[Fish 1968]

Evidence


If you want to open the hole
Just put your head down and go
Step beside the piece of the circumstance
Got to wash away the taste of evidence

Wash it away (evidence)

I didn't feel a thing
It didn't mean a thing
Look in the eye and testify:
I didn't feel a thing

Anything you say, we know you're guilty
Hands above your head, you won't even feel me

You won't feel me (evidence)

Faith No More

[Lame Deer]

Naj me zezat fish
Faith no more

[Fish 1968]

Lame Deer kaže:

Naj me zezat fish
Faith no more

U biti... ta stvar. I inače mi je drukčija od ostalog njihovog repertoara.

[Lame Deer]

Ima na tom albumu više dobrih stvari - po meni naravski.
Take this bottle ivo:

[Fish 1968]

Lame Deer kaže:

Ima na tom albumu više dobrih stvari - po meni naravski.
Take this bottle ivo:

Dobar ti je i topic.

[Lame Deer]

Dobar nam je

[Fish 1968]

Lame Deer kaže:

Dobar nam je

A ee.

[kachunchica]

E, ja ovu bash jako volim


Holes

Time, all the long red lines, that take
Control, of all the smokelike streams that flow into your
Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be
Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born
Between, oh the two white lines, distant gods and faded
Signs, of all those blinking lites, you had to pick the one tonite...

Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
Tied, oh they make me laugh, and always make me
Cry, til they drop like flies, and sink like polished
Stones, of all the stones i throw, how does that old song go
how does that old song go...

Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right.

mercury rev

[kachunchica]

Ova je

Ekstaza smrti


Vse je ekstaza, ekstaza smrti!
Zlati stolpovi zapadne Evrope,
kupole bele - (vse je ekstaza!) -
vse tone v žgočem, rdečem morju;
sonce zahaja in v njem se opaja
tisočkrat mrtvi evropski človek.
- Vse je ekstaza, ekstaza smrti. -


Lepa, o lepa bo smrt Evrope;
kakor razkošna kraljica v zlatu
legla bo v krsto temnih stoletj,
tiho bo umrla, kot bi zaprla
stara kraljica zlate oči.
- Vse je ekstaza, ekstaza smrti. -


A, iz oblaka večernega (zadnjega
sla, ki oznanja Evropi še luč!)
lije kri v moje trudno srce,
joj, in vode ni več v Evropi
in mi ludje pijemo kri,
kri iz večernih sladkih oblakov.
- Vse je ekstaza, ekstaza smrti. -


Komaj rojén, že goriš v ognju večera,
vsa morja so rdeča, vsa morja
polna krvi, vsa jezera, in vode ni;
vode ni, da bi pral svojo krivdo,
da bi opral svoje srce ta človek,
vode ni, da pogasil bi z njo
žejo po tihi, zeleni jutranji prirodi.


In vse je večer in jutra ne bo,
dokler ne umremo, ki nosimo
krivdo umiranja, dokler ne umremo
poslednji...

Joj, v to pokrajino, še v to zeleno,
rosno zeleno pokrajino, še v to,
sonce večerno, boš zasijalo
s pekočimi žarki? Še v to?


Morje preplavlja zelene poljane,
morje večerne žgoče krvi,
in rešitve ni in ni,
dokler ne padeva jaz in ti,
dokler ne pademo jaz in vsi,
dokler ne umremo pod težo krvi.


Z zlatimi žarki sijalo bo sonce
na nas, evropske mrliče.


Srechko Kosovel

[Lame Deer]

TOOL - Parabola

We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.

Alive

This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion...
Of what it means to be alive

Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing
chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
all this pain is an illusion.

[Lame Deer]

THAT WHICH COLORS THE MIND
A Documentary on the Classical Indian Sitarist Pandit Nikhil Banerjee

View Video Sample of Work-in-Progress (12:48) 28 mb .mov

http://www.stevenbaigel.com/banerjee...sample.12C.mov



http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c2...c/Banerjee.jpg


Sorry onima čija veze s internetom nije toliko snažna pa treba čitavo stoljeće da se filmić downloadira ako se uopće usude

Kao svojevrsnu ispriku nudim link na kojem se može pronaći i nešto kraće

http://homepage.mac.com/patrickmouta...outal/rag.html

"The sound quality of audio files proposed is often inversely proportional to their intrinsec musical quality... Often 78rpm discs (therefore of small size - around 3 Mega Bytes), these are treasures of recorded music and you won't find them in your favorite disk shop !"

[Almighty Watashi]

"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture." - mislim da je to frank zappa reko