soundtrack to your life

[ordi]

sasvim se fino nadjem u stihovima svojih omiljenih bendovano, ne mora vam nuzno stih biti odrednicaaj samo 2 ytubeta (da ne zatrpavamo) koji vas oslikavaju i zastothe picture you see is no portrait of meit's too real to be shown to someone I don't knowand it's driving me wildit makes me act like a childhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kHgMvWmIs4I want to live where...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uizQVriWp8M

[Indy]

Traveling with no destination, no place to goNameless towns with faceless people, no place I knowTime to close my mind and drift off to other scenesLose myself in glossy pages dull magazinesMoments pass by, oh so slowlyMakes me lonely tooTwisting street lights in the darknessMakes me lonely tooOh the damned don't cryNo the damned don't cry...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVsrcmW3Yc8

Edited November 2, 2012 by Indy

[Hamlet Strašni]

colours different shadesOver each mistake we made I took the blameПослато са GT-P6200 користећи Тапаток 2

[Parsons]

...playing kiss covers beautiful and stonedhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdKZQTfEGCk&feature=related

[Indy]

Imam pravo na jos jedan. ;) Umesto objasnjenja, evo deo lirike......Lonely days in the sunFriends don't callI watch the light on the wallLonelier nightsI sleep with my sweatBut I don't careMy heart remains the same the sameInside my heart remains the sameMon coeur reste toujours le memeLondon to ParisAmsterdam to BerlinWalking the same streetsThinking the same ThoughtsWalk down WardourTo Saint-GermainOne big lonely cityBut I don't careOne big EurocityBut I don't careMy heart remains the same the sameInside my heart remains the sameMon coeur reste toujours le meme...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYt02uj2pms

[MancMellow]

HeavenGive me a signWaiting for the sun to shinePleasure fills up my dreamsAnd I love itLike a baby screamsIts so uselessHow can you be proudWhen you're sinking into the groundInto the ground fills up my dreamsAnd I love itLike a baby screamshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-xTV2r8Rbs

[assück]

stop knock, knock, knockingwent to the no nukes rallythe don quixotes made me feel real sillywent to the punk rock shownobody that i know did gowent to my universityboys and girls dressed up and look prettywent to the party last nighti was there, but it was really out of sightmy world is my mind, i'm locking myself insidepeople, they can't get in, i have no use for themwell i, just came from my girl's beddon't think i'll ever forget what she saidi tried to show her my songshe laughed and said the chords were all wrongwent out to look at the moonblood red, and the water was toojust ran away from her house,not another word from her pretty little mouthmy world is my mind, i'm locking myself insidepeople, they can't get in, i have no use for themstop knock, knock, knockingwell let me tell you what i did...went to the toilet, sat downthere were no one else aroundi went inside my closettook my guitar and strummed upon itwent out to run ten milessifted through my personal fileswent to my desk to study,there's no world, no love, nobody but meand that's the way it's gonna be yeah,that's the way it's gonna be yeah,that's the way it's goona be, cause...my world is my mind, i'm locking myself insidepeople, they can't get in, i have no use for themso stop knock, knock, knockingstop knock, knock, knockingstop knocking, STOP IT!...knocking on my worldhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozgN53bNYJI

Edited November 3, 2012 by assück

[Turnbull]

...playing kiss covers beautiful and stonedhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdKZQTfEGCk&feature=related

U je, od ovoga moš se rikne! Nisam znao pesmu, odlična je.Još jedna varijacija na istu temu:Cassius Clay was hated More than Sonny ListonSome like K.K. Downing More than Glenn TiptonSome like Jim NaborsSome Bobby VintonI like 'em allI put my feet up On the coffee tableI stay up late watching cableI like old movies with Clark GableJust like my dad doesJust like my dad did When he was homeStaying up late, Staying up aloneJust like my dad did When he was thinkingOh, how fast the years flyhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjA3EbKsl4E Edited November 3, 2012 by Syme

[nisam ja]

[slepa živana]

našla sam ovu pesmu kada sam imala 14 godina i taman sam toliko znala engleski da mi se ukaže ceo moj život kao u čaši:I was happy in the haze of a drunken hourBut heaven knows I'm miserable nowI was looking for a job, and then I found a jobAnd heaven knows I'm miserable nowIn my lifeWhy do I give valuable timeTo people who don't care if I live or die ?Two lovers entwined pass me byAnd heaven knows I'm miserable nowI was looking for a job, and then I found a jobAnd heaven knows I'm miserable nowIn my lifeOh, why do I give valuable timeTo people who don't care if I live or die ?What she asked of me at the end of the dayCaligula would have blushed"You've been in the house too long" she saidAnd I (naturally) fledIn my lifeWhy do I smileAt people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?I was happy in the haze of a drunken hourBut heaven knows I'm miserable now"You've been in the house too long" she saidAnd I (naturally) fledIn my lifeWhy do I give valuable timeTo people who don't care if I live or die ?www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PHQ5QdNj9U

[Прслин]

našla sam ovu pesmu kada sam imala 14 godina i taman sam toliko znala engleski da mi se ukaže ceo moj život kao u čaši:

Исто 14, чуо "How Soon Is Now" у емисији 100 величанствених на Студију Б. После тих пар минута на рез престао да будем бесни панкер пун презира према свету и схватио да сам заљубљен у своју другарицу... у ствари, у све своје другарице. :DПоследњих деценија ме неке друге ствари море, па због тога и мало другачија песма:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knM7ow5vMPA

A dreaded sunny daySo I meet you at the cemetery gatesKeats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny daySo I meet you at the cemetery gatesKeats and Yeats are on your sideWhile Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stonesAll those people all those livesWhere are they now?With the loves and hatesAnd passions just like mineThey were bornAnd then they lived and then they diedSeems so unfairAnd I want to cry

You say: "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"

And you claim these words as your ownBut I've read well, and I've heard them saidA hundred times, maybe less, maybe more

If you must write prose and poems

The words you use should be your ownDon't plagiarise or take "on loans"There's always someone, somewhereWith a big nose, who knowsAnd who trips you up and laughsWhen you fallWho'll trip you up and laughWhen you fall

You say: "ere long done do does did"

Words which could only be your ownAnd then you then produce the textFrom whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happyAnd I meet you at the cemetery gatesOh Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wantedAnd I meet you at the cemetery gatesKeats and Yeats are on your sideBut you lose because Wilde is on mine

Edited November 3, 2012 by Праслин

[MocaVukotic]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5950v0kTJgWaiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere We get buses everywhere Waiting for a factory girl [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfre...l_20117929.html ]Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats Her zipper's broken down the back Waiting for a factory girl Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night She's a sight for sore eyes Waiting for a factory girl Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet She ain't come out yet Waiting for a factory girlzašto, ne znam.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlJWis5wH54Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06 You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.And after a while, you can work on points for style.Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,So that when they turn their backs on you,You'll get the chance to put the knife in.You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as youget older.And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,Hide your head in the sand,Just another sad old man,All alone and dying of cancer.And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,Dragged down by the stone.I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of thismaze?Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretendingThat everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winnerAnd everything's done under the sun,And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.Who was born in a house full of pain.Who was trained not to spit in the fan.Who was told what to do by the man.Who was broken by trained personnel.Who was fitted with collar and chain.Who was given a pat on the back.Who was breaking away from the pack.Who was only a stranger at home.Who was ground down in the end.Who was found dead on the phone.Who was dragged down by the stone.

Edited November 4, 2012 by MocaVukotic

[ordi]

joj, moco, ti se cinis ko da jedini nisi melahnolik od sviju :Pja imam pravo na jos jednu posto sam pokretacica topika, a ne smem ovu da ispustim nikakohttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG7I4oniOyAHow many times do I have to try to tell youThat I'm sorry for the things I've doneBut when I start to try to tell youThat's when you have to tell meHey... this kind of trouble's only just begunI tell myself too many timesWhy don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shutThat's why it hurts so bad to hear the wordsThat keep on falling from your mouthFalling from your mouthFalling from your mouthTell me...WhyWhyI may be madI may be blindI may be viciously unkindBut I can still read what you're thinkingAnd I've heard is said too many timesThat you'd be better offBesides...Why can't you see this boat is sinking(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)Let's go down to the water's edgeAnd we can cast away those doubtsSome things are better left unsaidBut they still turn me inside outTurning inside out turning inside outTell me...WhyTell me...WhyThis is the book I never readThese are the words I never saidThis is the path I'll never treadThese are the dreams I'll dream insteadThis is the joy that's seldom spreadThese are the tears...The tears we shedThis is the fearThis is the dreadThese are the contents of my headAnd these are the years that we have spentAnd this is what they representAnd this is how I feelDo you know how I feel ?'cause i don't think you know how I feelI don't think you know what I feelI don't think you know what I feelYou don't know what I feel

[MocaVukotic]

nisi melahnolik

nisam? da li si čula ti ovu factory girl? pa to je koncentrisana melanholija u svakom taktu i redu teksta, morisi se postidi kad je čuje.

[ordi]

ok, posteno.melanholija je u uhu slusaca :)