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A hand to hope, a hope to hold to call forth the darkness from you!

I keep losing
Still keep hoping for that win
And you can’t change my mind
Not a slave if I’m already free
Not a captive if it’s where I wanna be

Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays, that’s entertainment! (summer re-run)

We used to waste hours just walkin’ around
We used to wait
All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown

—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

Sad čekaš sabah sa šejtanom!

At the end of a storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Whatevershebringswesing

Ništa na ovon svitu nije čistije od čovikove želje za s(l)užanjstvom. Samo da je robovat, vlastitoj ideji, državi, bogovima ili kraljevima, manje je bitno.

The ocean washed open your grave

Do you have any crimes that
We can use to pass the time, I am
Running out of drugs to try

Almost killed me

I got bored when I didn’t have a band.
So I started a band.
We’re gonna start it with a positive jam.
Hold steady!

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

Do you want me to tell it like boy meets girl and the rest is history? Or do you want it like a murder mystery?

I’m gonna tell it like a comeback story.
‘Cause we when we left we were defeated and depressed.
And when we arrived we were ripping high. we had a gun in the glove box.
We had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks.
We had Jesus Christ in all his glory!

Calm a little pint of soul

Concrete calling in the night
Filling me up with delight
And avenues I roam and I roam
But there’s one thing I learn and I go

This is my home!

Two little white ones and a Bud Clamato

He was my hero back when I was a kid
You let me down but Chavo never once did
You called him names to try to get beneath my skin
Now your ashes are scattered on the wind

Nobody listens, nobody should, it’d be a waste of attention!

If you’re dead in the mind it’ll brighten the place