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arya

Beogradski Sindikat-Viteska Pesma

najbolje prija pred neki dogadjaj gde se ocekuje duga i naporna borba...

morbius

Pearl Jam:   Black

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of plain
Her legs spread out before me as her body holds still
All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the
sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Oooo, and all I taught her was everything
Oooo, I know she gave me yarn that she wore
And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds of what was
everything
All the pictures sent all been washed in black
...tattooed everything

I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?

And twisted thoughts that spin round my head, I'm spinnin'
Oh I'm spinnin', how quick a sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was eve-
rything
All the pictures sent all been washed in black
...tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be yeaheah

Uhuh...uhuh...oooh
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky
But why, why, why can't it be...how can I be more?
Why me?

Milosh

Out Of The Races And Onto The Tracks, The Rapture
"Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part."

http://milosh.mojblog.rs/

Black Mamba

Tripswitch - Silver

jeez...... i`m goin` down! i`m goin` down!!

no

i`m goin` up....

xsleep2

Black Mamba

Shpongle The Remixes - Around the World in a Tea Daze (Ott Remix)
Shpongle The Remixes - Once Upon the Sea of Blissful Awareness (Esionjim remix)


dakle, total and utter cosmic stuff

Milosh

Anita Kelsey - Sway


When marimba rhythms start to play,
Dance with me, make me sway.
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore,
Hold me close, sway me more.

Like a flower bending in the breeze,
Bend with me, sway with ease.
When we dance, you have a way with me;
Stay with me, sway with me.

Other dancers may be on the floor,
But my eyes will see only you.
Only you have that magic technique;
When we sway, I go weak.

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins.
Make me thrill as only you know how;
Sway me smooth, sway me now.

Other dancers may be on the floor,
But my eyes will see only you.
Only you have that magic technique;
When we sway, I go weak.

I can hear the sound of violins
Long before it begins.
Make me thrill as only you know how;
Sway me smooth, sway me now.

Come on, babe ...
Sway me now.

Sway me smooth ...
Sway me now, yeah.

Oh-ohh, gotta sway me now.

Come on, babe ...
Come on, babe ...
Sway, sway ...
Take me ... now.

Sway me.
"Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part."

http://milosh.mojblog.rs/

Milosh

Lush - Lovelife


You are the one
In your concrete arms I adore you
Dirty and dear
Block out the sun
In your twists and turns I invade
You show me no fear
We blow around like tiny leaves in a big storm
Finding there's nothing left to breathe or to keep warm
You ebb and flow and your rhythm beats my head
Leave me alone while you swallow up your dead
You are the one
You cradle me and kill
Caressing my face Leave me undone
You suffocate and have me
This is the place
Every door conceals a dream and a nightmare
Nothing is ever really pure in the stale air
And when it's dark everything becomes more clear
Lie in the park when I want to have you near
You are the one In your concrete arms
I adore you
Dusty and dear
Block out the sun In your twists and turns I invade
You show me no fear
Left it unsung I shall leave but I'll return
Poison my lungs, my blood is full of lead
Things unsaid
My love for you still burns
"Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part."

http://milosh.mojblog.rs/

faye

Quote from: "Black Mamba"mislim da sam se konacno susrela face to face sa sledecim stihovima... ne bih nikome to pozelela osim da pesmicu (jos) jednom cuju, i da znaju da je tamo negde zaista mad world

potpisujem. nazalost, nista lakse nego se naci u ovoj pjesmi.

takodje, trenutno - 'rammstein' i 'mein herz brent'

Black Mamba

ei sista` ..... life is a bitch, fuck her hard! :wink:

everytime that i look in the mirror
all these lines on my face gettin' clearer
the past is gone
it went by like dust to dawn
isn't that the way
everybody's got their dues in life to pay

i know what nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
i know it's everybody's sin
you got to lose to know how to win

half my life is in books' written pages
live and learn from fools and from sages
you know it's true
all the things come back to you

...
.....

btw, avatar ti je ultra.. ultra!

big topli hug.... take care

faye


kissellii

Phoenix - Everything is everything

Assemblage 23 - Document

Morticia

Kristin Hersh & Michael Stipe - Your ghost

DM - In Your Room

skoro sve od Nick-a Cave-a...
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Spider Jerusalem

Kako to misliš skoro sve?

Samo skoro sve?

Ghoul

https://ljudska_splacina.com/

Morticia

Quote from: "Spider Jerusalem"Kako to misliš skoro sve?

Samo skoro sve?


izvinjavam se, mislim sve :!:

no, Spider, kako komentarises pojavljivanje Jasona Donovana u njegovom spotu? Doduse, nekima je pomalo smetala i pojava Jarvisa iz Pulpa ali su Donovana mnogo teze progutali...
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Spider Jerusalem

Jason je deo Kejvovog lokalpatriotizma.

Još od Kajli i violiniste iz Dirty Three, shvaćam da Kejv fura svoj kontinent.

Za čoveka koji ima iste inicijale kao Jesus Christ ne znam.

David

Cave-a, cini mi se, libo Patak Dacha za lokal-patriotizam... Kao i u slucaju sa Kylie, mislim da je to dio njegovog auto-ironicnog odnosa prema sebi - misljeno u pretencioznom smislu - kao 'serioznom autoru' (sto on uistinu i jeste), i (duzevremenskoj) reputaciji 'underground-heroja', 'opskurca' i sl.
Ali, mozda, i kao dio njegove stare fascinacije sa 'little dirty things' (ili 'trashy', svejedno), odnosno laviranju na granicama kitcha, (bordeline?) spajanju 'sakralnog' i 'frivolnog'/opscenog', bas kao i one slike Djevice Marije i prostitutki i pin-up modela okacenim svojedobno u njegovoj berlinskoj sobici.

Inace, ja nikako godinama da svarim 'Murder Ballads' (+ jos neke, onako u cijelosti, od njegovih albuma iz zadnje faze), tako da se (duboko) osjecam pridruzenim Morticiji...
U mene u Bosni u dajdzinice u malog u bubregu kamen.

Lurd

Quote from: "David"Cave-a, cini mi se, libo Patak Dacha za lokal-patriotizam... Kao i u slucaju sa Kylie, mislim da je to dio njegovog auto-ironicnog odnosa prema sebi - misljeno u pretencioznom smislu - kao 'serioznom autoru' (sto on uistinu i jeste), i (duzevremenskoj) reputaciji 'underground-heroja', 'opskurca' i sl.
Ali, mozda, i kao dio njegove stare fascinacije sa 'little dirty things' (ili 'trashy', svejedno), odnosno laviranju na granicama kitcha, (bordeline?) spajanju 'sakralnog' i 'frivolnog'/opscenog', bas kao i one slike Djevice Marije i prostitutki i pin-up modela okacenim svojedobno u njegovoj berlinskoj sobici.

Ti kao da kada čuješ izraze tipa "patriotizam" moraš da reaguješ tako što ćeš napisati gomilu nekih reči koje znače...ništa. Naravno da je Kejv autoironičan, ali kakve to veze ima sa njegovim lokal-patriotizmom, koji je u njegovom smislu izvrnut onome što mi znamo pod tim pojmom, ali nema veze sa onim što si ti napisao.

Berlinska sobica mu dodje unutrašnji omot "You funeral...my trial"?
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

Spider Jerusalem

Lurd:
QuoteBerlinska sobica mu dodje unutrašnji omot "You funeral...my trial"?

Čekaj, je l' to na vinilu? Kod mene na disku samo neke slike iz spotova iz tog vremena...

Majku mu, kakav je to album...

David

Lurde,

klap-klap te klap, za dosljednu 'patriotsku' (bez prefixa 'lokal-') odbranu lika&tijela&djela NCavea...
Za divno cudo, ovaj mi put to zaista nije 'smetalo', tako da... te... &td.
U mene u Bosni u dajdzinice u malog u bubregu kamen.

Morticia

Bauhaus- sve
od  "all we ever wanted was everything"  preko  "she's in parties"  do  "dark entries".  
oh, daaa.... ti dark entries.

Mazzy star - flowers in december & into dust

The Sundays - here's where the story ends

Joy division - she's lost control

Portishead - sour  times & roads & only you

The Cure - apart


a posto vidim da vam je lepo sa Cave-om... pre jedno deset godina dao je intervju, pricao je o svom sincicu, koji je tada imao 4 godine. ponosni tata se hvalio novinaru kako mu i sin ima pesnickog talenta. taj intervju je imao i nas najbolji muzicki casopis, sve sa njim na naslovnoj strani. valjda se zna na koji mislim.

pitanje: kako ide pesmica koju Cave JR. pevusi po kuci?
pomoc: dva stiha, sve ukupno cetiri reci.
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Lurd

Spideru, jeste na vinilu unutrašnji omot. A to mu je verovatno najbolji album, mada je glupo reći tako nešto.

Morticia, u čemu je problem reći Ritam? Neka, što kažu, konspiracija?
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

Morticia

ma ne znam ja ko mi radi o glavi... :roll:

probaj da se setis bez prelistavanja Ritma.
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Lurd

OK, bez prelistavanja, je l' nešto kao "kill mommy, kill daddy"?

Ja sam inače posebno vezan za to izdanje Ritma iz '94.
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

Morticia

yeah... kill mommy, kill daddy

tuxedomoon - the ghost sonata
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Black Mamba

uff....

probudiste mi secanja.. kad sam prvi put cula/videla Pulse live... kod frenda.. jednog od onih kakve samo jednom u zivotu upoznate

i sve bi bilo prilicno prizemno, normalno.. uobicajeno ultra kool da nas taj opor ukus hemije majke prirode nije odneo pravo medju masu....od tad, u mom zivotu nista vise nije bilo isto.. sve se promenilo..... a kako i ne bi....

Learning To Fly

Into the distance a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses real
A fatal attraction holding me fast how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue tied and twisted Just an earth bound misfit I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Friction lock - set.
Mixture - rich
Propellers - fully forward
Flaps - set - 10 degrees
Engine gauges and suction - check

Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
Flight instruments...
Altimeters - check both
(garbled word) - on
Navigation lights - on
Strobes - on
(to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. It's to go.
(tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it...

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I


a onda... tamo negde.. dolaze bloody brilliant female vocals da nam raznesu umove po ruzicastom nebeskom lavirintu...

The Great Gig in The Sky

i nikad vise nisam imala ni slicno iskustvo... da neko tako voli ovu mjuzu, i da neko tako moze da vas vodi.....

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Lurd

Neko reče, a ja se potpuno slažem, da je Learning to fly savšena pesma za izlazak sa stadionske svirke, iz bioskopa, za liftove supermarkete. Dakle, napredni muzak.

Sori, Manbo.
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

Black Mamba

boze, sto se izvinjavas... delimicno se slazem s tobom, mada.. svako ima svoj trip za neku pesmu.. svakoga za nesto posebno vezuje.. or something....

eto recimo bas za tu, ovaj moj frend psihonaut je vezao za svoj prvi skok iz aviona.. bio je padobranac u vojsci.... eto i ja, uvek kad cujem tu pesmu setim se kako mi je on objasnjavao taj njegov prvi let/skok uz Learning To Fly :)

Ghoul

ova 2 dana se do nesvesti i nazad drogiram pesmom 'Tango for the concession of the suspender princess' genijalne grupe ORDO ROSARIO EQUILIBRIO [dark wave, recimo, mada je tesko klasifikovati].

konkretna pjesma zvuci kao ultra-morbidna, sporija pesma tome zdravkovica, sa zvukom ostrenja nozeva koji udaraju ritam.

apsolutno ingeniozno.
https://ljudska_splacina.com/

otaku

WEEZER  Living Without You

I wanna go
To see your house,
To see how you're living.
Living without you.

And if you care,
I'm wanting you
From such a distance.
Living without you.

And if you want to try
To speak to me again
I'll be your bestest friend.

Whoa, ohhh, ohhh.
And I want you.
Ohhh, ohhh, oohh.

The things you wrote
To cut me off
When I was trying.
Living without you.

To get with you
Would be your friend.
Make me feel so bad.
Living without you.

And if you want to try
To speak to me again
I'll be your bestest friend.
Whoa, ohhh, ohhh.
And I want you.
Ohhh, ohhh, oohh.

Yeah, sweet girl
I need you.
Oooh, I think it could be so good.
Proooobaj da u glavi budes sam

Spider Jerusalem

Jao, majko, kakav je novi Kejv...

Poludeo je. Vratio se u pubertet. Elvis je uskrsnuo.
Ne znam šta je, ali mnogo je dobro.

Morticia

Kejv ima neku samo za njega specificnu post post krizu srednjih godina, cvece na omotu, nevidjen zvuk, otkrivenu dugo skrivanu tajnu ko mu je ljubimac/idol...
Ako jeste poludeo, kakva je to fascinirajuca demencija.
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Lurd

Ne znam baš za to fascinirajuča. Čini mi se da je posle Sinatre "otkrio" Fila Kokera Riu.
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

Spider Jerusalem

Quote from: "Morticia"Kejv ima neku samo za njega specificnu post post krizu srednjih godina, cvece na omotu, nevidjen zvuk, otkrivenu dugo skrivanu tajnu ko mu je ljubimac/idol...
Ako jeste poludeo, kakva je to fascinirajuca demencija.

Kako se usuđuješ?

Kako smeš da kažeš da Čovek proživljava krizu srednjih godina? Pa on je ovako prašio još kad se ti nisi ni rodila!

Drugo: on bre kad je proizišao iz majčine utrobe odma' je znao ko mu je idol. Kao bebac počeo je da maše kukovima. Tata i mama povijali su ga u američku zastavu!

Milosh

Air - Another Day


Say
Goodbye
Sunshine
Daylight
'Cause it's just another day
You will lose it anyway

Kiss
The time
That goes
Away
'Cause it's just another day
You will lose it anyway

You
You lust
In Space
In Time
'Cause it's just another day
You will lose it anyway
'Cause it's just another day
You will lose it anyway
'Cause it's just another day
You will lose it anyway
"Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part."

http://milosh.mojblog.rs/

Morticia

Quote from: "Spider Jerusalem

Kako se usuđuješ?


uh, uh... nesto smo se naljutili?

ok, opravdao si ime koje nosis. u redu je.

Reci mi samo, ako ti napises da je poludeo i verovatno te svi shvate u pozitivnom slislu, ja sam barem, otkud moj komentar da je bas to kod njega fascinirajuce ispada tako negativno?
Nisam napisala dementia sinilis, da se strucno i latinski izrazim. To bi bilo neukusno. Opasno neukusno.
Reci skrivanje, otkrivanje idola... salis li se ti nekad?
Ili to samo praktikujes sa ljudima koje poznajes, dok sa nepoznatim ljudima ulazis u nepotrebne svadje da bi ispao veci Postovalac lika i dela N.K.

U stvari, ja sam tek sada shvatila, tebi je on svirao i prasio na rodjendanskim zurkama te otuda i ime benda...
Ja sam mala i naivna i njega sam videla tek 1996. u Londonu.

Oh, silly me...

Da bih barem ostala u gore pomenutoj temi, a ja sam dete od tlinest ipo godina, sasvim je odgovarajuce da napisem SONIC YOUTH - TEENAGE RIOT.
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Spider Jerusalem

Pa nisam ja hteo da se svađam.

Meni je samo bilo super što je još neko poštovalac, pa sam hteo da budem veći poštovalac. Izmislio sam (i učitao) negativni vajb u tvom postu i hteo da se (istina grubo) našalim na konto toga.
I tako.

Uzgred, ja kapiram da nikad nije kasno za teenage riot. I štagod.

P.S. Doduše, devedes' šeste je zaista kasno videti Čoveka uživo po prvi put. Ali, kul.

Morticia

Quote from: "Spider Jerusalem"Pa nisam ja hteo da se svađam.

Izmislio sam (i učitao) negativni vajb u tvom postu i hteo da se (istina grubo) našalim na konto toga.
I tako.


Jos ce ovo ispasti jedna gruba igra u vidu inicijacije.
Sta radis ljudima koji te stvarno naljute? Mozda dobijaju kamencic u prednju levu felnu?

PS. Koliko si ti imao godina kada si Ga prvi put video?
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Spider Jerusalem

Hey, hey, okay there. Izvinjavam se. Let's be cool. Let's be like Fonzies. Nije (toliko) inicijacija, sasvim sam slucajno nasrnuo na tebe. For which I apologize, da ponovim.

Morticia

You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

David

Bio prije neku vece kod Lettermana, gdje ga je ovaj najavio kao 'cuvenog muzicara, koji je izdao novi single'.
Cave sam za klavirom, odsvirao 'Mercy Seat'. :lol:  :arrow:
U mene u Bosni u dajdzinice u malog u bubregu kamen.

Lurd

Čekaj, bre, Spajderu. Kada si ti prvi put video Kejva uživo?
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

Lurd

Quote from: "David"Bio prije neku vece kod Lettermana, gdje ga je ovaj najavio kao 'cuvenog muzicara, koji je izdao novi single'.
Cave sam za klavirom, odsvirao 'Mercy Seat'. :lol:  :arrow:

Uh...Je l' to onaj čuveni kemp? Jebote, za nešto manje od 15 godina razmišljanja o Kejvu i njegovoj pojavi, mnogo puta sam dolazio do zaključka da to ne treba rečima objašnjavati. Ja ga stvarno razumem i osećam, ali nemam uvek stomak za verbalno objašnjavanje njegove pojave.

A je l' rasturio emisiju? Ili je bio Zabavljač? Kod Letermana. Jebote...
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

David

Jock, bona, ni camp niti 'Zabavljac', a ni ' promocija novog single-a/albuma/whatever' (stara stvar, 'intimisticki' odsvirana na pianu)  - on je sada u chansonier-fazi, shodno godinama... Dignitet, bona.
Ono: simike, odijelo u maniru blues ili jazz muzicara do 60-ih proslog vijeka ('camp'??), itd. Znas vec... :wink:
U mene u Bosni u dajdzinice u malog u bubregu kamen.

Lurd

On je u šansonjerskoj fazi još od Good sona. Mislio sam zbog izbora pesme, ali on je, naravno, izabrao da mu hit bude "stara stvar", ma koliko ta stara stvar bila daleko od bilo kog uvreženog nekadašnjeg mainstream shvatanja.

Eh, lepa vremena alternative. Jebi ga, ja sam previše mali, pa sam imao samo godinu-dve uživanja u "nezavisnosti", ono naručivanja Fugazija poštom iz Amerike itd.

Kejv. Jebo me on i kad ga poslušah.
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

Biki

Personal Jesus _ Depeche Mode_

Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal jesus...

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal jesus

Reach out and touch faith

Milosh

Hej, bas lepo sto pomenu (sto se mene tice) najbolji bend ikada, evo, bas trenutno po ko zna koji put vrtim njihov (opet, sto se mene tice) najbolji album...

...i omiljenu mi pesmu.


Depeche Mode - Condemnation


Condemnation
Tried
Here on the stand
With the book in my hand
And truth on my side

Accusations
Lies
Hand me my sentence
I'll show no repentance
I'll suffer with pride

If for honesty
You want apologies
I don't sympathize
If for kindness
You substitute blindness
Please open your eyes

Condemnation
Why
Because my duty
Was always to beauty
And that was my crime

Feel elation
High
To know I can trust this
Fix of injustice
Time after time

If you see purity
As immaturity
Well it's no surprise
If for kindness
You substitute blindness
Please open your eyes
"Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part."

http://milosh.mojblog.rs/

Morticia

Quote from: "Lurd"On je u šansonjerskoj fazi još od Good sona.

I meni se to cini.

A cini mi se i da Spajder nije odgovorio na pitanje!!!


Da li moze da se ovo o Kejvu prebaci negde, kao nova tema. Sizofreno mi je da malo citam stihove pesama (mada vi slobodno nastavite sa DM) pa malo Kejva.

Red ovoga red onoga.
Mesana salata.
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Lurd

Quote from: "Morticia"Red ovoga red onoga.Mesana salata.

Postmodernizam. Pop kultura. Novo vreme.  :wink:
My trees...They have withered and died just like me.

Morticia

Quote from: "Lurd"
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Da li je moguce da je ovo tvoj prvi smajli?
You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.