Back to the Roots: 6th Jubilee Edition
Rođendansko izdanje Soda Fountaina – 6 godina! Samo koji mjesec prerano…
Vidaj rane, curica
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…The Wind and the Rain…
Jeste li ikada zaplakali zbog ljubavi?
Djevojka vas je odbacila? Povrijedili ste ženu koju volite više od svega? Isprike ne pomažu jer se vrtite u krug sa istim greškama, poput zmije koja grize svoj rep i time si samo iznova nanosi bol…
Ovotjedno izdanje Soda Fountaina nema svrhu ponuditi rješenje. Morate se sami izboriti… suzana, okajanjem, recitiranjem Heinea u izvorniku… Izbor je na vama.
Jedan od mojih glazbenih uzora varao je ženu sa nešto mlađom Belgijankom koju je upoznao tijekom turneje. Nije se tužio jer je ionako bio psihički u blackoutu.
Jednog ranog jutra, pred zoru, nakon što je preslušao album Idiot Iggyja Popa i pogledao film Stroszek Wernera Herzoga, stegnuo je omču i uradio ono neodložno.
Kad ga je žena pronašla nakon sat dva, bilo je prekasno. Reanimacija? Možda pomaže mačkama i psima, ali slomljenim ljudima ne!
Ian, primjerice, nije imao izbora!
THE ETERNAL
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside
Cry like a child, though these years make me older
With children my time is so wastefully spent
A burden to keep, though their inner communion
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal
With children my time is so wastefully spent
A burden to keep, though their inner communion
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall
No words could explain, no actions determine
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall
No words could explain, no actions determine
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall
autor: Vjeran Stojanac, 04/05/2021
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