kad boli, nepostojeci split sa jutjubita

[luba]

ova je za ovde

http://youtu.be/rPHuZ-6DmhM

[luba]

mada mozda bolje ova

 

http://youtu.be/PV6U6FJ0Dok

 

 

Come a little bit closer
And get on tight
In a hurse rollin over
Just a track in the line
Fuck it

[Sludge Factory]

bluz 21. veka 

[MocaVukotic]

aj kad je koca u modi onda

 

[MocaVukotic]

[Weenie Pooh]

[MocaVukotic]

[MocaVukotic]

[Willow]

Zavisi od konteksta bola, ali, recimo, kad govorimo o bolu ljubavne prirode, onda se obično sluša melodeath i drugi brzi/glasni žanrovi koji, za razliku od laganih/tihih stvari, ne guraju čoveka u još veću depru, nego donekle "istiskuju" bol iz njega. Znači, stvari kao:

 

 

Ili:

 

[hoffnung]

jedan dan na adi, sam sa sobom. nigde zive duse. naslonjen na stolicu, skoro u lezecem polozaju. srcem pelinkovac i ronim suze. ovaj album tek izasao. 

 

[DarkAttraktor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e89ZnWU-RaQ

[MocaVukotic]

[EmptyClip]

 

[vorda]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbqGWTxwZEA

 

 

Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast
wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
and found my cleanest dirty shirt
and I shaved (washed) my face and combed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs
that I've been pickin'
but I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussin' at a can that he was kicking
then I crossed the empty street
and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken,
and it took me back to somethin'
that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalks
wishing Lord that I was stoned
'cause there's something in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone
and there's nothin' short of dyin'
half as lonesome as the sound
on the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
with a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
and I stopped beside a Sunday school
and listened to the song that they were singin'
then I headed back for home and
somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
and it echoed through the canyons like
the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Sunday Morning coming down

Edited April 19, 2015 by vorda

[ordi]

http://youtu.be/UQ7Z_mlwaqs