Unemployed in summertime
Let's get drunk on saturday
Walk on Primrose Hill
Until we lose our way
We''ll get sunburned on the grass
Playing silly buggers 'till I make a pass
And you laugh at my face
Unemployed in summertime
I've only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Unemployed in summertime
Don't need money 'cause we're young
I'll just stay awake till the morning
With make up all over my face
Sorry don't get mad at me
I just did the sex quizz
From your magazine
You're my best friend in the world
Just like me you don't do
Anything you're told
Unemployed in summertime
I've only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Unemployed in summertime
Don't need money 'cause we're young
I'll just stay awake till the morning
With make up all over my face
On a mission for my summer kiss
I close my eyes and wet my lips
But then I miss, and you laugh at my face
Unemployed in summertime
I've only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Unemployed in summertime
Don't need money 'cause we're young
I'll just stay awake till the morning
With make up all over my face
Unemployed in summertime
I'v only just turned 21, I'll be ok
Emiliana Torrini
malo poezije ne steti?
Moderator: sanela
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beendemiurglike
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To be free
Once in a house on a hill
A boy got angry
He broke into my heart
For a day and a night
I stayed beside him
Until I had no hope
So I came down the hill
Of course I was hurt
But then I started to think
It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
There's a bar by the dock
Where I found myself
Drinking with this man
He offered me a cigarette
And I accepted
'Cause it's been a very long time
As it burned 'till the end
I thought of the boy
No one could ever forget
It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
Emiliana Torrini
Once in a house on a hill
A boy got angry
He broke into my heart
For a day and a night
I stayed beside him
Until I had no hope
So I came down the hill
Of course I was hurt
But then I started to think
It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
There's a bar by the dock
Where I found myself
Drinking with this man
He offered me a cigarette
And I accepted
'Cause it's been a very long time
As it burned 'till the end
I thought of the boy
No one could ever forget
It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
Emiliana Torrini
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beendemiurglike
- Posts: 76
- Joined: Sat Mar 11, 2006 3:32 pm
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
Speak to me of
Universal law
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
All around me
People bleed
Speak to me
Your song of greed
Speak to me
Of your inner charm
Of how you\ll keep me
Safe from harm
I don\t think so
I don\t see
Speak to me
Of your inner peace, ahh!
Little people
At the amusement park
City people
In the dark
Speak to us
Send us a sign
Just give us something
To keep us trying
And the whore hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people are out of love
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
The city\s ripped right to the core
Speak to me
Of heroin and speed
Genocide and suicide
Of syphilis and greed
Speak to me
The language of love
The language of violence
The language of the heart
This isn\t the first time
I lost my money your love
Heaven and earth don\t
Ever mean enough
Speak to me
Of heroin and speed
Just gimme something
I can believe
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people are out of love
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
The city\s ripped right to the core
PJ Harvey
Speak to me of
Universal law
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
All around me
People bleed
Speak to me
Your song of greed
Speak to me
Of your inner charm
Of how you\ll keep me
Safe from harm
I don\t think so
I don\t see
Speak to me
Of your inner peace, ahh!
Little people
At the amusement park
City people
In the dark
Speak to us
Send us a sign
Just give us something
To keep us trying
And the whore hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people are out of love
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
The city\s ripped right to the core
Speak to me
Of heroin and speed
Genocide and suicide
Of syphilis and greed
Speak to me
The language of love
The language of violence
The language of the heart
This isn\t the first time
I lost my money your love
Heaven and earth don\t
Ever mean enough
Speak to me
Of heroin and speed
Just gimme something
I can believe
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people are out of love
The whore hustle and the hustlers whore
The city\s ripped right to the core
PJ Harvey
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beendemiurglike
- Posts: 76
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vodolija,bas mi je drago to cuti:) evo malo hamleta
"Doubt the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love"
meni je prevod tj. prepjev ipak ljepsi:
" Sumnjaj da su zvijezde vatra ziva,
Sumnjaj da se krece sunce jarko,
Sumnjaj da istina lašcem biva,
Al' ne sumnjaj da te ljubim zarko."
"Doubt the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love"
meni je prevod tj. prepjev ipak ljepsi:
" Sumnjaj da su zvijezde vatra ziva,
Sumnjaj da se krece sunce jarko,
Sumnjaj da istina lašcem biva,
Al' ne sumnjaj da te ljubim zarko."
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beendemiurglike
- Posts: 76
- Joined: Sat Mar 11, 2006 3:32 pm
evo citata iz Hamleta,meni mnogo drazeg on onog kojeg svi znamo "to be or not to be" (u orginalu):
"How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which, quarterd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say This things to do;
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
"How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which, quarterd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say This things to do;
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
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beendemiurglike
- Posts: 76
- Joined: Sat Mar 11, 2006 3:32 pm
To do . Examples gross as earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honours at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father killd, a mother staind,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!"
Witness this army of such mass and charge
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honours at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father killd, a mother staind,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!"
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beendemiurglike
- Posts: 76
- Joined: Sat Mar 11, 2006 3:32 pm
znam da mojim stihovima nije mjesto ovdje (ne zbog zvucnih imena navodjenih autora,nego zbog tog sto po kvalitetu daleko zaostaju)...od mnogocega sto sam napisao izdvojicu samo najvrednije
Sonet (nedovrsen)
Ja znam da Hronos,jahac neumorni
zloslutnositnih kaplji vijekova,
na zivot nas se smijesi sumorni.
boljki prolaznosti nema lijekova.
sada znam da...volim i voljecu.
(kroz ljubavi plam),ja vjecno zivjecu-
dusa mi nije vise hladno prazna.
zbog srece te prestadoh brinuti,
zindan je srusen,okovi skinuti-
vidjeh nju,najljepsu od svih azra.
Susret sa komarcem
Mekana noc,olovni kapci-
spavati ne mogu.
Zz-zuji,Zz-zuji,vrijeme prolazi.
ne ide.
upalim svjetlo,pogledam-prozvjeram.
nema ga.
Nema,nema,a cujem ga jasno.
Jasno je i da necu oka sklopiti.
Moram Ga ubiti!Ipak-ne!
I...on jee...ziivoo.. biic...
(...Spavam...)
Svrbi,svrbi!Prokletnice!
Skacem,palim svjetlo
i vidim ga malog,jadnog
grjesnika,sto osudjen je na
prokletstvo u
vremenu prokletom.
ne zelim ga ubiti
mozda u zivotu drugom
ja biti cu pcela
a ti cvijet.
puste tlapnje,pusti snovi...
ne prolivsi njegovomoju
krv sto tece,
u sretnom saznjaju,okrecem se.
okrecem se i polagano
plovim
prostranom pucinom sna.
misleci,misleci,o tebi,o tebi.
o tebi...
Sonet (nedovrsen)
Ja znam da Hronos,jahac neumorni
zloslutnositnih kaplji vijekova,
na zivot nas se smijesi sumorni.
boljki prolaznosti nema lijekova.
sada znam da...volim i voljecu.
(kroz ljubavi plam),ja vjecno zivjecu-
dusa mi nije vise hladno prazna.
zbog srece te prestadoh brinuti,
zindan je srusen,okovi skinuti-
vidjeh nju,najljepsu od svih azra.
Susret sa komarcem
Mekana noc,olovni kapci-
spavati ne mogu.
Zz-zuji,Zz-zuji,vrijeme prolazi.
ne ide.
upalim svjetlo,pogledam-prozvjeram.
nema ga.
Nema,nema,a cujem ga jasno.
Jasno je i da necu oka sklopiti.
Moram Ga ubiti!Ipak-ne!
I...on jee...ziivoo.. biic...
(...Spavam...)
Svrbi,svrbi!Prokletnice!
Skacem,palim svjetlo
i vidim ga malog,jadnog
grjesnika,sto osudjen je na
prokletstvo u
vremenu prokletom.
ne zelim ga ubiti
mozda u zivotu drugom
ja biti cu pcela
a ti cvijet.
puste tlapnje,pusti snovi...
ne prolivsi njegovomoju
krv sto tece,
u sretnom saznjaju,okrecem se.
okrecem se i polagano
plovim
prostranom pucinom sna.
misleci,misleci,o tebi,o tebi.
o tebi...
.