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[voja i]

_{This is your time to Pay,This is your Desperate Day.We made a Sacrifice,And now we get to take your life.We shoot without a Gun,We'll take on Anyone.It's really nothing new,It's just a thing we like to do.ChorusYou'd better get Ready to Die,(Get ready to Die).You'd better get Ready to Kill,(get ready to Kill).You'd better get Ready to Run,Coz,Here we come.You'd better get Ready to Die,(Get Ready to Die).Your life is over now,Your life is running out.When your time is at an End,Then it's time to Kill again.We Cut without a Knife,We live in Black and White.You're just a Parasite,Now close you're eyes and say Good Night.ChorusYou'd better get Ready to Die,(Get ready to Die).You'd better get Ready to Kill,(get ready to Kill).You'd better get Ready to Run,Coz,Here we come.You'd better get Ready to Die,(Get Ready to Die).You'd better get Ready to Die,Get Ready to Die,Get Ready to Die,Get Ready to Die.You'd better get Ready to Die,Get Ready to Die,Get Ready to Die,Get Ready to Die.You'd better get Ready to Die,Get Ready to Die,Get Ready to Die,Get Ready to...If we're not,Not coming,Then you better get Running,And you'd better get Ready to Die}

[mioba]

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,Im a womans man: no time to talk.Music loud and women warm, Ive been kicked aroundSince I was born.And now its all right. its ok.And you may look the other way.We can try to understandThe new york times effect on man.Whether youre a brother or whether youre a mother,Youre stayin alive, stayin alive.Feel the city breakin and everybody shakin,And were stayin alive, stayin alive.Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin alive, stayin alive.Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin alive.Well now, I get low and I get high,And if I cant get either, I really try.Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.Im a dancin man and I just cant lose.You know its all right. its ok.Ill live to see another day.We can try to understandThe new york times effect on man.itd.i par kvalitetnih kukova

[KristinaS]

"The Fear"This is our Music from A Bachelors Den- the sound of loneliness turned up to ten.A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed & it sounds just like this.This is the sound of someone losing the plot -making out that they're okay when they're not.You're gonna like it, but not a lot & the chorus goes like this:Oh Baby, here comes the fear again.The end is near again.A monkey's built a house on your back.You can't get anyone to come in the sack& here comes another panic attack.Oh here we go again.So now you know the words to our song,pretty soon you'll all be singing along.When you're sad, when you're lonely & it all turns out wrong.When you've got the fear.& when you're no longer searching for beauty or love -just some kind of life with the edges taken off.When you can't even define what itis that you are frightened ofthis song will be here.Oh Baby, here comes the fear again.The end is near again.If you ever get that chimp off your back.If you ever find the thing that you lackbut you know you're only having a laugh& here we go again.Until the endUntil the end

[voja i]

The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another dayShe offers me, Tibetan tea, on a flower trayShe's at the door, she's want's to score, she really needs to say:"I once loved you a long time ago, you knowWhere the winds own forget-me-nots blow, you knowBut I couldn't let myself goNot knowing what on earth there was to knowBut I wish that I had, 'cause i'm feeling so sadthat I never had one of your children."Across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and wanedThe night is young, why are we so hung-up, in each other's chainsI must take her, I must make her, while the dove domainsSee the juice run as she fliesRun my wings under her sighsAs the flames of eternity riseTo lick us with the first born lash of dawnOh really my dear, I can't see what we fearWith ourselves, sat here between usAnd at the door, we can't say more, than just another dayWithout a sound, I turn around, and I walk away__________________________________another day [it'll end in tears - 1984]

[jms_uk]

I love how your eyes close whenever you kiss meAnd when I'm away from you I love how you miss meI love the way you always treat me tenderlyBut darlin' most of all I love how you love meI love how your heart beats whenever I hold youI love how you think of me without being told toI love the way your touch is always heavenlyBut darlin' most of all I love how you love meI love how your eyes close whenever you kiss meAnd when I'm away from you I love how you miss meI love the way your touch is always heavenlyBut darlin' most of all I love how you love meI love how you hug meI love how you squeeze me, tease me, please meLove how you love meI love how you love meLove how you love meLove how you love meLove how you love meLove how you love meI love how you love meLove how you love meLove how you love meI love how you love me

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[jms_uk]

Patty's song [by Ika]Your room feels likelate summer days andlazy afternoonshow do you feel?could we play some musichave a bitedrink the atmospherei'd love to stay for a whilewho are youthose sleepy eyes came up knockingone morning on my doorwith all those comic books and favourite LP'sfor hours we've been drowningin a paper laugh and vinyl tearssuddenly, all became so clearone morning...

[Morgenrot]

sutra cu poci da potrazim njudanas jos moram da ostanem tutu, gde je srusen svettu, gde sam razapetu gradu koji me je zarobiosutra cu smisliti savrsen plansamo da preguram danasnji dandan, kao olovni ziddan, od koga me je stidkad niceg nema sve je moguceda budemo ti i jaona zemlja sto se ne menjatvrda zemlja od tvrdog kamenaverujem da je trebalo sveda bude potpuno drugacijeda bude cisto ida bude od svetlostii nikad da me ne izneverisutra cu poci da potrazim njudanas jos moram da ostanem tutu, gde mogu svetu, gde sam razapetu gradu koji me je zarobio

[doroti]

Dalaj lama - GoriborDa li me se sećaš Da l' još pamtiš moj glas Da li još ponekad Moje ime promrmljaš Tamo sam, gde sam i krenuo Ništa bolje nisam smislio Stare stvari osvežio S mrtvima na ti prešao Od sudbine se dalje ne može A ja bih da promenim te uslove Makar na tren da se okrenem I iz pluća mulj da operem A možda je i bolje što nisi pored mene Možda bih te ubio kao što ubijam sebe Da li me se sećaš Da l' još pamtiš moj glas Da li još ponekad Moje ime promrmljaš Jedno malo da Uništi hiljadu velikih ne I opet u ogledalu ?avolu merim zenice I kao da nikad ništa nisam shvatio I kao da nikad nisam ništa platio Kao da nikad nisam s' grčem plakao Kao da je Isus zbog dopa Na krstu skapao I kao da su knjige za paljenje I kao da su reci samo za laganje I kao da su ljudi samo za mucenje A jutra za brutalno i mučno budenje I kao da nikad nisam osetio dobro I kao da nikad nisam poželeo dobro I kao da nikad nisam svoje srce dao I kao da to nije razlog što sam živ ostao I kao da sam ja zacenjen decu klao Kobejnu prosvirao glavu Milione u gasnu komoru poslao I kao da nikad nisam bio dete I kao da mi niko nikad ništa nije praštao I kao da nikad nisam maštao I kao da pi..u nikad nisam video Ili da gramofon nikad nisam imao Kao da pola života pod sloganom Boli me kurac za sve nisam proživeo Ali sad se samo pitam Da li me se sećaš Da l' još pamtiš moj glas Da li još ponekad Moje ime promrmljaš

[Willow]

Tom Waits - CHOCOLATE JESUSWell, I don't go to church on SundayDon't get on my knees to prayDon't memorize the books of the bibleI got my own special wayI know Jesus loves memaybe just a little bit moreI fall down on my knees every Sundayat Zerelda Lee's candy storeWell, I've got to be a chocolate JesusMake me feel good insideGot to be a chocolate JesusKeep me satisfiedWell, I don't want no Abba Zabba(2)Don't want no Almond Joy(2)There ain't nothing bettersuitable for this boyWell, it's the only thing that can pick me up(3)It's better than a cup of gold(2)See, only a chocolate Jesuscan satisfy my soulWhen the weather gets rough and it's whiskey in the shadeit's best to wrap your savior up in cellophaneHe flows like the big muddy but that's okaypour him over ice cream for a nice parfaitWell, it's got to be a chocolate JesusGood enough for meGot to be a chocolate JesusIt's good enough for meAnd it's got to be a chocolate JesusMake me feel so good insideGot to be a chocolate JesusKeep me satisfied. Notes:(1) - Chocolate Jesus- Rip Rense (1999): Who plays the rooster on "Chocolate Jesus?" - Tom Waits: "That's a real rooster." - Rip Rense (1999): Yes, but he was crowing right on cue. - Tom Waits: "He was crowing on cue. You know one thing about animals - when you record outside, they'll pretty much wait till you're finished with your phrase. Because no one wants to talk while you're talking, especially a rooster." - Austin Chronicle (1999): On "Chocolate Jesus" there's a rooster crowing. Where did that come from, 'cause the rooster's crowing on cue?! - Tom Waits: "Well, hey, a rooster will never crow when you're crowing. They wait 'til there's some clean air. They wait 'til you're done and then they get the best spot. Which I've found about recording outside. Most people are afraid to record outside because they're going to have too many collisions with the natural world. But I've found if you do go outside, everything collaborates with you, including airplanes. And movies - they make movies outside. You have to wait, sometimes, for a train to pass or a school to let out or whatever. Dogs, kids, trains, cars, planes, and chickens will kind of find their own place, if you do go outside." - Edna Gundersen (1999): Did the the rooster on Chocolate Jesus get paid? - Tom Waits: "He was not paid. He's just transient. But I paid him in one form - he's still alive. And now of course, he's considered a big shot in the barnyard. You can't even approach the guy." (2) - Abba-Zaba/ Almond Joy/ Cup-o-Gold:(3) - Pick up: v. to stimulate, to invigorate (Source: "Cassell's Dictionary Of Slang". Jonathon Green. Cassel & Co., 1998. ISBN: 0-304-35167-9)- Pick-me-up n.: 1. A drink or snack, usu. containing sugar, caffein, or alcohol, taken in the supposition that it will provide energy or stimulation 2. A drink of whisky, esp. as a cure for fatigue or a hangover, to restore confidence. Common use (Dictionary Of American Slang, Wentworth/ Flexner)

[Morgenrot]

Umor je duboko u meniriba u vodi, podrum u kuciumor je na rubu usnerec upucena nekom ko odlazinekom ko odlazivodi me, vodi mevodi me na voduvodi me, vodi mevodi me na voduzar ne vidis da mi se oci sklapajuzar ne vidis da mi se oci sklapajuodmori me, zatvori mezamotaj me, umotaj mepoklopi me, odlozi meodahni me, udahni meopusti me, otpusti meponesi me, odnesi mepolozi me, ostavi meostavi mezar ne vidis da mi se oci sklapajuzar ne vidis da mi se oci sklapaju

[Gonzo]

iako je verovatno neće biti na koncertu, vredna je slušanja i podsećanja na jednu crnu kosuLast night my kisses were banked in black hairAnd in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight blackAnd all her mystery dwelled within her black hairAnd her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped faceAnd heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hairShined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest blackWhile my fingers pushed into her straight black hairPulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped faceTo kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hairSmothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hairThe smell of it is heavy. It is charged with lifeOn my fingers the smell of her deep black hairFull of all my whispered words, her black hairAnd wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest blackAll my tears cried against her milk-white throatHidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hairAs deep as ink and black, black as the deepest seaThe smell of her black hair upon my pillowWhere her head and all its black hair did restToday she took a train to the WestToday she took a train to the WestToday she took a train to the West

[Killiana]

Strange to see you babe, ain?t nothing down here freeDid you lose your ticket, hope you weren?t looking for meNow I?m still wearing the scars I got from being your foolYou messed me up pretty good babe I didn?t mean to rule youRemember when I first saw you babe you were looking pretty goodSaid you were looking for love, well then why didn?t youYou just sat there taking everything you could getNever thought one day you might have to pay for itWell did you ever dream baby one day you might fallAnd feel your back against the wallWell did you ever dream baby one day you might crawlDid you ever dreamNow when you?re putting on your face I guess that you feel kinda lowKnowing that you passed your best and you got nothing to showWell baby you know just as well as I some fool is gonna fall your wayOnly this time around you might have to pay for itWell did you ever dream baby one day you might fallAnd feel your back against the wallWell did you ever dream baby one day you might crawlThat?s what I saidDid you ever dream, babyWhen you had no need, babyDid you ever dreamThat you might have to pay for itI do believe that you might have to pay nowWell did you ever dream baby one day you might fallYeah and feel your back against the wallWell did you ever dream baby one day you might crawlStrange to see you babyMmm strange, very strange?cause you messed me up goodYes you messed me upMessed me up pretty good now didn?t you babyMmm, took me a long time, to get back hereBut I swear I didn?t mean to rule youYeah I swear I didn?t mean to rule youHow do you mend what you didn?t mean to do?cause I swear I didn?t mean itI swear I didn?t mean itAnd I swear I didn?t, swear I didn?t mean toSwear I didn?t mean to rule youI swear, but you messed me upYou know that you messed me up good, do you nowYou messed me up good, yes you didYes you did now now, baby?cause I?m looking at you nowAnd you?re paying now, yes you are nowI swear, and you never dreamed thatAnd you never dreamed thatNo you never dreamed thatBut you?re paying nowMmm you never dreamed thatMmm I?m looking right at you nowAnd you?re paying now, yes you are

[Leonina]

Where The White Boys DanceTake me to the place where the white boys dance. Take me to the place where they run and play. My baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white boys dance. They hug in silence, As the sun sets. On their empty street, Their suspicions where they rise and hide. And then who sweeps them off she doesn't leave. She walks inside him, pours a strong one. Put her mind at ease. It's the calm before another storm. And the friendship’s from the whiskey to the keys. Take me to the place where the white boys dance. Take me to the place where they run and play. My baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white boys... dance. Her heart is racing. She phones a friend to say: I'm in an awful place. That fool’s been messin' round on me I've seen it in his eyes and on his face Hold on a minute. You're talking crazy. Don't be that jealous girl. Just telephone you need an hour or two. Cause we're gonna go and change somebodies word. Take me to the place where the white boys dance. Take me to the place where they run and play. My baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white boys dance. It's the calm before another storm... It's the calm before another storm And the friendship’s from the whiskey to the keys. Take me to the place where the white boys dance. Take me to the place where they run and play. My baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white boys... dance.

[Gonzo]

What we once thought we had we didn't, and what we have now will never be that way againSo we call upon the author to explainOur myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets, we've shunned them from the greasy-grindThe poor little things, they look so sad and old as they mount us from behindI ask them to desist and to refrainAnd then we call upon the author to explainRosary clutched in his hand, he died with tubes up his noseAnd a cabal of angels with finger cymbals chanted his name in codeWe shook our fists at the punishing rainAnd we call upon the author to explainHe said everything is messed up around here, everything is banal and jejuneThere is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me in this idiot constituency of the moonWell, he knew exactly who to blameAnd we call upon the author to explainProlix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!Well, I go guruing down the street, young people gather round my feetAsk me things, but I don'r know where to startThey ignite the power-trail ssstraight to my father's heartAnd once again I call upon the author to explainWe call upon the author to explainWho is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every thought?I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker, it's fucked up and he is a fuckerBut what an enormous and encyclopaedic brainI call upon the author to explainOh rampant discrimination, mass poverty, third world debt, infectious diseeaseGlobal inequality and deepening socio-economic divisionsWell, it does in your brainAnd we call upon the author to explainNow hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window (Hey Doug, how you been?)Brings me back a book on holocaust poetry complete with picturesThen tells me to get ready for the rainAnd we call upon the author to explainI say prolix! Prolix! Something a pair of scissors can fixBukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best!He wrote like wet papier mache, went the Heming-way weirdly on wings and with maximum painWe call upon the author to explainDown in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish"The waves, the waves were soldiers moving". Well, thank you, thank you, thank youAnd again I call upon the author to explainYeah, we call upon the author to explainProlix! Prolix! There's nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!

[Chivo D'Arbo]

Shining of ThingsTake my word for itThis never should have happenedWhat in the world d'ya thinkGot into meWe fire at willAnd as we watch the pieces shatterWe find were closerThan we've ever beenShe calls my name and I come runningI have lost the voice I listened tooAnd in the blindnessAs my world stops turningTheres a sadness like I never knewBut I still see the shining of thingsAs the morning breaksIt hardly seems to matterI hear a shallownessIn everything I sayWe've played the night outIn all too familiar fashionTo wear the heart-acheThrough another dayShe calls my name and I come runningI have lost the voice I listened tooAnd there's a stillness nowThe rain's stopped fallingTheres a sadness like I never knewBut I see the shining of things...* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *