Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can
He doesn’t look anything like Jesus at all
Your friend, the one that you loved
Did you keep him on your side?
Kad smo skupa, ćutimo vonka i unutra!
Grad je pust i tužan i taman
Kao olovno nebo nad njim
Grad je pust i miran i spava
Neka počiva molim te nemoj mu kvariti san
Numere:
- Gilbert O’Sullivan – Alone Again (Naturally)
- Paul McCartney – Too Many People
- David Bowie – Please Mr. Gravedigger
- Yuck – Holing Out
- Sonic Youth – Hey Joni
- Protomartyr – Processed By The Boys
- Swans – A Little God in My Hands
- Wilco – Radio Cure
- Liars – The Wrong Coat For You Mt. Heart Attack
- Cloud Nothings – Realize My Fate
- Jay Reatard – There Is No Sun
- Tapes ‘n Tapes – 10 Gallon Ascots
- Goribor – Nije Da Nije
- Girl Band – Going Norway
- James Chance & The Contortions – I Danced With A Zombie
- Richard Hell & The Voidoids – Betrayal Takes Two
- Babyshambles – La Belle Et La Bete
- Dirty Pretty Things – Last Of The Small Town Playboys
- Razorlight – Wire To Wire
- Smashing Pumpkins – Disarm
- Radiohead – Fake Plastic Trees
- Pipschips&Videoclips – Mrgud Gorostas i Tat
- Vlada Divljan – Odnesi me
- Daleka Obala – Ulicama Noću
- Šo!Mazgoon – Jubov Gre
- Toma Bebić – Priča Agava
autor: DonTravolta, 04/03/2022
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Arhiva
I’m faking my own death so I can get some rest, I know I thought of everything, at last twice!
And I was drawing crazy pictures and before I was done
The pictures started pulsing like an alien lung
And I said “oh my god this is just begun”
And it was twelve more hours before I was done
We were up on the rooftop and I’ll tell you the truth
I was convinced I’d already fallen off of the roof
And these weird metal things rolling around in outta space
Were teleporting me from place to place
The last time I did acid I went insane
I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene(and it runs again)
Everything you do is true
As long as you believe it
And everything you say is play
And that’s how you should treat it
And everyone is high
Until there’s something makes them low
Old man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you were…(pape sritan rođendan)
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him ’til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
