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[Achernar]

Almost Like The Blues by Leonard Cohen

I saw some people starving
There was murder, there was rape
Their villages were burning
They were trying to escape
I couldn’t meet their glances
I was staring at my shoes
It was acid, it was tragic
It was almost like the blues

I have to die a little
Between each murderous thought
And when I’m finished thinking
I have to die a lot
There’s torture and there’s killing
And there’s all my bad reviews
The war, the children missing
Lord, it’s almost like the blues

So I let my heart get frozen
To keep away the rot
My father said I’m chosen
My mother said I’m not
I listened to their story
Of the Gypsies and the Jews
It was good, it wasn’t boring
It was almost like the blues

There is no G-d in Heaven
And there is no Hell below
So says the great professor
Of all there is to know
But I’ve had the invitation
That a sinner can’t refuse
And it’s almost like salvation
It’s almost like the blues

 

[Achernar]

Дозволи ми

Уживаш со зборови да ја создаваш љубовта
кога сакам да ја допрам, не можам, не е вистинска
Носиш моја слика, а дали забележуваш?
Само да те потсетам, јас сум тука, јас сум жива

Во око имам сјај, од небо блесок и од сонце зрак
во гради имам здив, дел од ветер див

Не сум твојот ангел, но можам да те научам
како добро да леташ, добро да леташ со мене

Дозволи ми да те видам кога светла ќе изгаснат
дозволи ми да те чувам кога сите ќе исчезнат
дозволи ми да сум крај, на твојава претстава
и барем ти кога спиеш до тебе да долетам

 

[Achernar]

Čekaj me, i ja ću sigurno doći,
sve smrti me ubit neće.
Nek rekne tko me čekao nije:
Taj je imao sreće!
Tko čekati ne zna, taj neće shvatit,
niti će znati drugi
da si me spasila ti jedina
čekanjem svojim dugim.
Nas dvoje samo znat ćemo kako
preživjeh vatru kletu-
naprosto, ti si čekati znala
kao nitko na svijetu.

 

[Achernar]

...Koža, klima, siber-dah
bas-refleks i stereo
frizurica sredjena
pomorandza cedjena
brodski podovi
morski plodovi
podno grijanje
intimno brijanje

Samo urbano, urbano
samo urbano, urbano

Pivo pijem samo uvozno
da bih bolju macku upozno
stikla, cipka, korset, karlica
i na pupku alkica
stara majci ja se ne javljam
rodbinu sa sela izbjegavam
jer gradjanin sam postao
a u dusi...

 

[violetmoon]

Mislim tuđe misli
Kradem svoje vreme
Provlačim ga
Između oblaka, snova,
Daljine i snega…

Kada poželim
Da ti nedostajem
Odsanjam pesmu
Zatvorim oči
I na kaldrmi zamislim
Cvet beli.

Kada te nema
Jer tako hoću
Zaledim osmeh
U sebi kažem ime
Udahnem duboko
I pomislim

Tako mi nedostaješ…

Miroslav Antić

 

[Achernar]

Opojne droge su opasne po mladi organizam

Hej Jimi, dali se sada u grobu prevces ti?
Hej Jimi, ja cu sada tvoju pjesmu svirati!
Koji si se kurac drogiro?!
Sad si mogo da sviras kod mene u bendu!
Jebiga imo bi sto maraka po koncetu, boli te kurac.
Al ti si volio da uzivas opojne droge,
i to te je zajebalo zivotom!
A ovako si mogo da samnom ides po koncertima,
i da guzimo zajedno nase obozavateljke mi.
Ja bi jebo intelektualke a ti jebo hipi picke.

 

[Pica pica]

Фантазијата е креативна имагинација,а разумот-селективен реализатор на мисловниот витален импулс,или Spiritus Movens.

 

[Luckky]

Don't go gentle into the good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas

 

[Achernar]

I'm so Sad Архангел.

Have nothing to hate
have nothing to love
with nothin' what's mine
no place is my home
nothing to left
for nothing to stay
with nothing what's mine
whole space is my home..

 

[990Freak]

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