Ex Corde
Ponekad se noću budim
Srce kuca, ja se čudim
Šta je to, zašto to?
My oh my, man just leave us alone
On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis
Unable to perform some simple task
Trapped at the stage of analysis
Thoughts of the shortness of life may beget
Bouts of shortness of breath in your chest
Doubts about the worth of the nights you got left
Crowding out all the fear and regret
Dobro jutro!?
autor: DonTravolta, 17/09/2022
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Return of the grievous angel (reprise)
And more than once I’ve paid a woman for the night,
in certain circles that’s alright.
—hungry city with a million hungry hearts—
As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
Where each day has no beginning and no end
There are those out here who claim to be so good
I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
So why see the world, when you got the beach?
Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying
They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent
Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day
Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come
The villains
