Pjesme koje volimo

[Kalista]

MOLITVA


Tamo gdje je misao bez straha i glava se drži uspravno
Gdje je znanje besplatno
Gdje svijet još nije polomljen u komade
Tijesnim poznatim zidovima
Tamo gdje rijeci izlaze iz dubine istine
Gdje neumorna težnja pruža svoje ruke prema savršenstvu
Gdje bistra struja razuma još nije izgubila put
U turobnoj pustinji mrtvih navika
Tamo gdje je um vođen tvojom rukom
U uvijek rastuću misao i akciju
U tom slobodnom raju, moj Oče,
Probudi moju zemlju.


R. Tagore





POVRATAK

Ko zna (ah niko, niko ništa ne zna.
Krhko je znanje!)
Možda je pao trak istine u me,
A možda su sanje.
Još bi nam mogla desiti se ljubav,
Desiti - velim,
Ali ja ne znam, da li da je želim,
ili ne želim.


U moru života, što vječito kipi,
Što vječito hlapi,
Stvaraju se opet, sastaju se opet
Možda iste kapi -
I kad prođe vječnost zvjezdanijem putem,
Jedna vječnost pusta,
Mogla bi se opet u poljupcu naći
Neka ista usta.


Možda ćeš se jednom uveče pojavit
Prekrasna u plavom,
Ne sluteći, da si svoju svjetlost lila
Mojom davnom javom,
I ja, koji pišem srcem punim tebe
Ove čudne rime,
Oh, ja neću znati, čežnjo moje biti,
Niti tvoje ime!


Pa ako i duša u tome trenutku
Svoje uho napne,
Sigurnim će glasom zaglušiti razum
Sve, što slutnja šapne;
Kod večernjih lampa mi ćemo se kradom
Poglédat ko stranci,
Bez imalo svijesti, koliko nas vežu
Neki stari lanci.


No vrijeme se kreće, no vrijeme se kreće
Ko sunce u krugu,
I nosi nam opet ono, što je bilo;
I radost, i tugu.
I sinut će oči, naći će se ruke,
A srca se dići -
I slijepi za stope bivšega života
Njima ćemo ići.


Ko zna (ah, niko, niko ništa ne zna.
Krhko je znanje!)
Možda je pao trak istine u me,
A možda su sanje.
Još bi nam mogla desiti se ljubav,
Desiti - velim,
Ali ja ne znam, da li da je želim,
Ili ne želim.

Dobriša Cesarić

[-Watashi!i!i!i-]

My grandma and your grandma
Were sittin' by the fire.
My grandma told your grandma
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire"

Hey now! Hey now!
Iko, Iko, unday
Jockamo feeno ai nan?
Jockamo fee nan?

Look at my king all dressed in red Iko, Iko, unday.
I betcha five dollars he'll kill you dead
Jockamo fee nan?

Hey now! Hey now!
Iko, Iko, unday
Jockamo feeno ai nan?
Jockamo fee nan?

My flag boy and your flag boy
Were sittin' by the fire.
My flag boy told your flag boy
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire"

Hey now! Hey now!
Iko, Iko, unday
Jockamo feeno ai nan?
Jockamo fee nan?

See that guy all dressed in green ?
Iko Iko unday
He's not a man He's a lovin' machine.
Jockamo fee nan?

Hey now! Hey now!
Iko, Iko, unday
Jockamo feeno ai nan?
Jockamo fee nan?

[-Watashi!i!i!i-]

Well Jo'anna she runs a country
She runs in Durban and the Transvaal
She makes a few of her people happy, oh
She don't care about the rest at all
She's got a system they call apartheid
It keeps a brother in a subjection
But maybe pressure can make Jo'anna see
How everybody could a live as one

Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
'Fore the morning come
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Hope before the morning come

I hear she make all the golden money
To buy new weapons, any shape of guns
While every mother in black Soweto fears
The killing of another son
Sneakin' across all the neighbours' borders
Now and again having little fun
She doesn't care if the fun and games she play
Is dang'rous to ev'ryone

Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
'Fore the morning come
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Hope before the morning come

She's got supporters in high up places
Who turn their heads to the city sun
Jo'anna give them the fancy money
Oh to tempt anyone who'd come
She even knows how to swing opinion
In every magazine and the journals
For every bad move that this Jo'anna makes
They got a good explanation

Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
'Fore the morning come
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Hope before the morning come

Even the preacher who works for Jesus
The Archbishop who's a peaceful man
Together say that the freedom fighters
Will overcome the very strong
I wanna know if you're blind Jo'anna
If you wanna hear the sound of drums
Can't you see that the tide is turning
Oh don't make me wait till the morning come

Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
'Fore the morning come
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Hope before the morning come

[iluminata]

fish 1968 kaže:

"Extreme Ways"

MOBY

baš sam si ga prošli tjedan posudila baš zbog te pjesme

[iluminata]

BACK IN YOUR ARMS
by Bruce Springsteen


In my dream our love was lost, I lived by luck and fate
I carried you inside of me, prayed it wouldn't be too late
Now I'm standin' on this empty road where nothin' moves but the wind

Once I was your treasure and I saw your face in every star
But the promises we make at night, oh that's all they are
Unless we fill them with faith and love they're empty as the howlin' wind
And honey I just wanna be back in your arms
Back in your arms again

You came to me with love and kindness
But all my life I've been a prisoner of my own blindness
I met you with indifference and I don't know why
Now I wake from my dream, I wake from my dream to this world
Where all is shadow and darkness and above me a dark sky unfurls
And all the love I've thrown away and lost I'm longin' for again
Now darlin' I just wanna be back in your arms
Back in your arms again

[Man Pur]

Sve ptičice iz gore
Sve ptičice iz gore
Spustile se na more

Samo jedna ostala
Koja nam je pjevala

Koja nam je pjevala
O nesretnoj ljubavi

Zbogom ostaj moja ti
Moramo se rastati

Moramo se rastati
U samoći živjeti

uvijek mi nije bilo jasno kak su te jadne ptičice izgorjele, he, he

[Noor Jehan]

ZAPIS NA PRAGU

Ove pjesme to nisam ja, iako sam ih ja napisao
Ovi jauci, to nisam ja, premda sam ih zbilja uzdisao.
Moj pravi život ja sam samo disao.

Jer ja živim i kad pjesma umre. Ja živim i kad patnja mine.
Ima u meni nemira dragog, a ima i moje širine.
Ja puštam i drugog da govori za me.
A i sam govorim druge same.

Ja ne marim čovjek biti ako sam umio ljude bogovski reći.
O, ja.
Ja sam od sebe i manji i veći.
O, ja.
Moj drugi i moj treći.

Ja ne sanjam o sreći. No ne sumnjam o sreći.
Gle ovog dvojstva i trojstva moga:
ima u meni tmine,
no ima u meni i vedrine,
i moja divna sloga.

Tin Ujević

[-Watashi!i!i!i-]

Fox
Socks
Box
Knox
Knox in box.
Fox in socks.
Knox on fox
in socks in box.
Sox on Knox
and Knox in box.
Fox in socks
on box on Knox.
Chicks with bricks come.
Chicks with blocks come.
Chicks with bricks and
blocks and clocks come.
Look, sir. Look, sir.
Mr. Knox , sir
Let's do tricks with
bricks and blocks, sir.
Let's do tricks with
chicks and clocks, sir.
First, I'll make a
quick trick brick stack.
Then I'll make a
quick trick block stack.
You can make a
quick trick chick stack.
You can make a
quick trick clock stack.
And here's a
new trick, Mr. Knox....
Socks on chicks
and chicks on fox.
Fox on clocks
on bricks and blocks.
Bricks and blocks
on Knox on box.
Now we come to
ticks an tocks, sir.
Try to say this
Mr. Knox, sir....
Clocks on fox ticks.
Clocks on Knox tock.
Six sick bricks tick.
Six sick chicks tock.
Please, sir. I don't
like this trick, sir.
My tongue isn't
quick or slick, sir.
I get all those
ticks and clocks, sir,
mixed up with the
chicks and tocks, sir.
I can't do it, Mr. Fox, sir.
I'm so sorry
Mr. Knox, sir.
Here's an easy
game to play.
Here's an easy
thing to say....
New socks.
Two socks.
Whose socks?
Sue's socks.
Who sews whose socks?
Sue sews Sue's socks.
Who sees who sew
whose new socks, sir?
You see Sue sew
Sue's new socks, sir.
That's not easy,
Mr. Fox, sir.
Who comes? ...
Crow comes.
Slow Joe Crow comes.
Who sews crow's clothes?
Sue sew crow's clothes.
Slow Joe Crow
sews whose clothes?
Sue's clothes.
Sue sews socks of
fox in socks now.
Slow Joe Crow sews
Knox in box now.
Sue sews rose
on Slow Joe Crow's clothes.
Fox sews hose
on Slow Joe Crow's nose.
Hose goes.
Roes grows.
Nose hose goes some.
Crow's rose grows some.
Mr. Fox!
I hate this game, sir
This game makes
my tongue quite lame, sir.
Mr. Knox, sir,
what a shame, sir.
We'll find something
new to do now.
Here is lots of
new blue goo now.
New goo. Blue goo.
Gooey. Gooey.
Blue goo. New goo.
Gluey. Gluey.
Gooey goo
for chewy chewing!
That's what that
Goo-Goose is doing.
do you choose to
chew goo, too, sir?
If, sir, you, sir
choose to chew, sir,
with the Goo-Goose,
chew, sir. Do, sir.
Mr. Fox, sir,
I won't do it.
I can't say it.
I won't chew it.
Very well, sir.
Step this way.
We'll find another
game to play.
Bim comes.
Ben comes.
Bim brings Ben broom.
Ben brings Bim broom.
Ben bends Bim's broom.
Bim bends Ben's broom.
Bim's bends
Ben's bends
Ben's bent broom breaks.
Bim's bent broom breaks.
Ben's band. Bim's band.
Big bands. Pig bands.
Bim and Bend lead
bands with brooms.
Ben's band bangs
and Bim's band booms.
Pig band! Broom band!
Big band! Broom band!
My poor mouth can't
say that. No, sir.
My poor mouth is
much too slow, sir.
Well then ...
bring your mouth this way.
I'll find it something
it can say.
Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke's duck likes lakes.
Luke Luck licks lakes.
Luke's duck licks lakes
Duck takes licks
in lakes Luck Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks
in lakes duck likes.
I can't blab
such bliber blubber!
My tongue isn't made of rubber.
Mr. Knox. Now
come now. Come now.
You don't have to be so dumb now....
Try to say this,
Mr. Knox, please....
Through three cheese trees
three free fleas few.
While these fleas flew,
freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made
these three trees freeze.
Freezy trees made
these trees' cheese freeze.
That's what made these
three free fleas sneeze.
Stop it! Stop it!
That's enough, sir.
I can't say
such silly stuff, sir.
Very well, then,
Mr. Knox, sir.
Let's have a little talk
about tweetle bettles....
What do you know
about tweetle beetles?
Well...
When tweetle beetles fight,
it's called
a tweetle beetle battle.
And when they
battle in a puddle,
it's a tweetle
beetle puddle battle.
AND when tweetle beetles
battle with paddles in a puddle,
they call it a tweetle
beetle puddle paddle battle.
AND...
When beetles battle beetles
in a puddle paddle battle
an the beetle battle puddle
is a puddle in a bottle...
...they call this
a tweetle beetle
bottle puddle
paddle battle muddle.
AND...
When beetles
fight these beetles
in a bottle
with their paddles
and the bottle's
on a poodle
and the poodle's
eating noodles...
...they call this
a muddle puddle
tweetle poodle
beetle noodle
bottle paddle battle.
AND...
Now wait
a minute,
Mr. Socks Fox!
When a fox is
in the bottle where
the tweetle beetles battle
with their paddles
in a puddle on a
noodle-eating poodle,
THIS is what they call...
... a tweetle beetle
noodle poodle bottled
paddled muddled duddled
fuddled wuddled
fox in socks, sir!
Fox in socks,
our game is done, sir
Thank you for
a lot of fun, sir.

[Man Pur]

Sara: Bob Dylan

I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When the children were babies and played on the beach.
You came up behind me, I saw you go by,
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara,
Whatever made you want to change your mind?
Sara, Sara,
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand,
They run to the water their buckets to fill.
I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara,
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,
Sara, Sara,
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night,
Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar,
Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White,
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara,
It's all so clear, I could never forget,
Sara, Sara,
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,
Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,
Writin' "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you.

Sara, Sara,
Wherever we travel we're never apart.
Sara, oh Sara,
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.

How did I meet you? I don't know.
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, oh Sara,
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,
Sara, Sara,
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.
You always responded when I needed your help,
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, oh Sara,
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,
Sara, oh Sara,
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go.

[Man Pur]

TV man : Haustor

mi hodamo po crti
tankoj žutoj crti kroz mrak
u kojem nestaju kuće
i ljudi
i lica
čitava ulica
polako tone u ne
samo plavi prozori vise u tami
sami smo na cesti
ti si ponjela svoj bambusov stap
i torbu od slame
i okrugli kamen
i stakleni prsten
a ja sam ko' uvijek kad si blizu
ponovo gizdav i jak
tako smo lijepi
tako smo sami

mi hodamo po crti
tankoj žutoj crti kroz grad
počela je sitna kisa
hladne su ulice
ljudi u domovima prate program
oni sjede i šute
noć je bez tajni

naše duge sjene
su se pružile niz mokri asvalt
one su davne
one se ljube
one se boje
one se čude
čude
a TVman
TVman
ON IDE

sami smo na cesti
ti si ponjela svoj bambusov stap
i torbu od slame
i okrugli kamen
i stakleni prsten
a ja sam ko uvijek kad si blizu
ponovo gizdav i jak
tako smo lijepi
tako smo sami
naše duge sjene
su se pružile niz mokri asvalt
one su davne
one se ljube
one se boje
one se čude
čude
a TVman
TVman
ON IDE

[Kalista]

POBRATIMSTVO LICA U SVEMIRU


Ne boj se! Nisi sam! Ima i drugih nego ti
koji nepoznati od tebe žive svojim životom.
I ono sve što ti bje, ču i što sni
gori u njima istim žarom, ljepotom i čistotom.

Ne gordi se! Tvoje misli nisu samo tvoje! One u drugima žive.
Mi smo svi prešli iste puteve u mraku,
mi smo svi jednako lutali u znaku
traženja, i svima jednako se dive.

Sa svakim nešto dijeliš, i više vas ste isti.
I pamti da je tako od prastarih vremena.
I svi se ponavljamo, i veliki i čisti,
kao djeca što još neznaju ni svojih imena.

I snagu nam, i grijehe drugi s nama dijele,
i sni su naši sami iz zajedničkog vrela.
I hrana nam je duše iz naše opće zdjele,
i sebični je pečat nasred čela.

Stojimo čovjek protiv čovjeka, u znanju
da svi smo bolji, međusobni, svi skupa tmuša,
a naša krv, i poraz svih, u klanju,
opet je samo jedna historija duša.

Strašno je ovo reći u uho oholosti,
no vrlo srećno za očajničku sreću,
da svi smo isti u zloći i radosti,
i da nam breme kobi počiva na pleću.

Ja sam u nekom tamo neznancu, i na zvijezdi
dalekoj, raspredan, a ovdje u jednoj niti,
u cvijetu ugaslom, razbit u svijetu što jezdi,
pa kad ću ipak biti tamo u mojoj biti?

Ja sam ipak ja, svojeglav, i onda kad me nema,
ja sam šiljak s vrha žrtvovan u masi;
o vasiono! Ja živim i umirem u svijema;
ja bezimeno ustrajem u braći.



T. Ujević

Jer još trava nije nikla
Tamo gdje je stala moja štikla
Dođi, dođi, hop, hop
Hajde pile moje
Tika taka oko pola tri
Štipnut ćeš me da se ne vidi
Znam ja dobro takve kao ti
Đavoli su tvoji kumovi
Zvrc, zvrc, tražit ćeš moj broj
Kuc, kuc kucaj nekoj drugoj
Sojčice devojčice daj obuci
čarapice
Ojda da, oj da da, oj da da da
Sssss sex
Hop, hop, mrk, mrk
Šic, šic, bježi nekoj drugoj
Cupa, cupa, zumba, zumba
Seno, slama, sir, salama
Cikla nikla, cikla rikla
Afrika paprika
Zlatan prsten tanki brčići....

[-Watashi!i!i!i-]

Natty congo, yes I, dread natty congo
Natty congo, yes I, natt up, natt up, natt up, yeah

Curly Locks, now that I'm a dreadlocks
Your daddy don't want you dealing with me
Curly Locks, now that I'm a dreadlocks
Your mammy don't want you dealing with me
The sun is shining, the breeze is a-blowing, too
But all I've got inside is lotsa love for you, it's true

Curly Locks, two roads before ya
Which one will be your choice?
Would really like to know that
Curly Locks, your father is a poacher
And he don't want you dealing with me
He's a baldhead, I am a congo dread
A living rastaman, who's got a lots of plant for you

Curly Locks, two roads before ya
Which one will be your choice?
Would really like to know, yeah
Curly Locks, your father is a poacher
And he don't want you dealing with me
But it's alright
Thank you, thank you for the letter
It's made me feel better
Tee tah toe
That's the way it's gonna go, now

Curly Locks, two roads before ya
You pick your choice
Curly Locks, two roads before ya
You pick, you pick, you pick your choice
Curly Locks, your father is a poacher
I'm a bongo natty bongo natty bongo dread
Dread up, dread up, dread up, yeah
Natty congo, bongo natty .....

[kachunchica]

kalista,to je jedna od mojih omiljenih

[Man Pur]

IGRAČKA VJETROVA

Pati bez suze, zivi bez psovke,
i budi mirno nesretan.
Taste su suze, a jadikovke
ublazit nece gorki san.
Podaj se pjanom vjetru zivota,
pa nek te vije bilo kud;
pusti ko listak nek te mota
u ludi polet vihor lud.
Leti ko lisce sto vir ga vije
za let si, duso, stvorena.
Za zemlju nije, za pokoj nije
cvijet sto nema korijena.

Tin Ujević

kachunchica kaže:

kalista,to je jedna od mojih omiljenih

naravno, rak..

[jimmy jazz]

jebo vas lutalica tin.

zivela Severina... vidi se da ju je Bregovic prijal!
prava moderna djevojka, voli stikle

[kachunchica]

Znam, to sam vec i sama spominjala
i Matosh je rak.

[Man Pur]

E ljudi moji gdje ste vi bili dok sam ja izlazio u konobu Split na pjesničke večeri…
Strusio bi 10 loza i čitao svoje pjesme… a kad bi ušao ekipa bi me najavila… stigao je _ _ _ hrvatski pjesnik, a ja bi doteturao totalno pijan sa dugom masnom kosom… sav odrpan… kad se toga sjetim… jebate koja vremena …

[-Watashi!i!i!i-]

Red red wine goes to my head
Makes me forget that I still need you so

Red red wine
It's up to you
All I can do I've done
Memories won't go
Memories won't go

I have sworn every time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong, now I've found
Just one thing makes me forget

Red red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearing apart
My blue blue heart

I have sworn every time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong, now I've found
Just one thing makes me forget...

Red red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearing apart
My blue blue heart