History’s my backyard, eternity’s my reward
Whatever I do
I do not repent
I keep pissing against the moon
Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don’t necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk.(and never comes back)
Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil men
And he cursed the automobile
Said; “This is no place for an hombre like I am
In this new world of asphalt and steel.”
Nakon izbivanja na neko vrime, bar u ovom formatu.
Numere teku ovako:
- Bob Dylan – Romance in Durango
- Glen Campbell – Rhinestone Cowboy
- k.d.lang & The Reclines – Full Moon Full of Love
- Kitty Wells – It Wasn’t God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels
- Bud and Travis – Bonsoir Dame
- Texas Ruby – Don’t Let That Man Get You Down
- Leon Redbone – Big Bad Bill Is Sweet William Now
- Ferlin Husky – I Feel Better All Over
- Don Gibson – I Can’t Stop Lovin’ You
- Hank Thompson – The Wild Side Of Life
- George Morgan – Please Don’t Let Me Love You
- Frankie Laine – Rawhide
- Stan Jones – Ghost Riders In The Sky
- Marty Robbins – Little Joe The Wrangler
- Dean Martin – My Rifle, My Pony And Me
- Doc & Merle Watson – Wreck Of The Old Number 9
- Don Edwards – Coyote
- Tim and Mollie O’Brien – I Love You A Thousand Ways
- Hawaiian Serenaders – Mentiras De Amor
- Patsy Cline – Crazy
- Julie London – Cry Me a River
- Lesley Gore – You Don’t Own Me
- Skeeter Davis – The End of the World
- Brenda Lee – Danke Schoen
- Lado Leskovar – Tamna je noć
- Dušan Dančuo – Najljepša si ti
- Đorđe Marjanović – Bang Bang
- Marjana Deržaj – Samo Ti
- Duško Jakšić – Podmoskovske Večeri
- Olivera Marković – Crne Oči
- Vice Vukov – Natali
- Anica Zubović – Ako Odeš Ti
- Ana Štefok – Netko Tko Je Imao Srca
- Boro Petrović – U Kući Irene
- Kvartet 4M – Zelena Trava Mog Doma
- Majda Sepe – Šuštarski Most
- Stjepan Džimi Stanić – Dilajla
- Lola Novaković – Ne Pali Svetla U Sumrak
- Bijele Strijele – Rastanak
Goethe’s final words: “More light.” Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
Chris Stevens -Chris in the morning (KBHR)
autor: DonTravolta, 11/05/2024
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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
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
