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ostavi snove ispred vrata.....dodirni me svojom krvavom brutalnošću.....udahni pokoju mrvicu sebičnosti u moje misli i viči .....traži me ....teraj me

od tebe

od sebe

u mrak

ka svetlosti lažnoj



nedostaje mi ....misli što diraju pokoji mračni deo mojeprošlosti

tamne sliki i skeleti u opmaru......slovo po slovo....reč po reč

misli se u dodir pretvore i ja vidim tebe ....sebe

prosti urlici ...zar oni prosti mogu biti dok sam sa sobom pričam

šizofrene želje u dodiru stvarnosti i ......

a što me sada dodiruješ

kažeš mi da voliš da te ljubim

da strast u tebi svojim rečima budim

samo potajna senka izmedju reči

tu me tražiš

a ko sam ja

pitam se dal lažem sebe il ....tebe

dvostruka ličnost

ma znam da želiš da se osetiš posebnom

znam da želiš da budeš na vrhu

da dominiraš

znam da trebam ti da nahranim ti zveri koje srećnom te činim

kažu da život nije lak

kažu mmožda lažu

sanjaju budni

a hteo sam

zar je moguće bol pobediti

ili samo u nebo gledati

da otići ću

znam da sam konfuzan......znam da želiš me....mene il osećaj što se širi u tvom znojavom telu....znam da na vrhu te ove planine čeka ......volim taj tvoj ujed kad na vrh stigneš

jer tad svatim da je sve to uzalud i da daleko sam od svega ovoga

u tom paralelnom svemiru moje bolesne mašte i da bolje je da stolicu podamnom ti makneš jer ja ko i sve kukavice nemam te bezumne hrabrosti da skočim

gurni me

poleteću

još koji santim i ostaćeš slobodna

sama

bez mene i ...........tu sam

tu si

da srce ovo je bio jako dobar ...orgazam

Posebna. Jako.

SovicaPlava ::

Anarhija-niko nikoga ne banuje, ne brišu se komentari, ne stavljaju se neke zvezdice kada neko psuje, slobodno se komunicira i spamuje...E, meni se to dopada, a ne znam vama koji frljate na razne sajtove, nekako volim slobodu izražavanja- a da nikoga ne ugrožava.

Pa živela onda anarhija...upravo sam napustio jedan sajt gde se briše i cenzuriše kako se i kad kome prohte. Pa živela anarhija bez ugrožavanja drugih

AZRA - KAO I JUCER ( Azru sam slušala pre zilion godina, slučajno naleteh na ovu stvar večeras IIIII ja sam jedna od onih koje ustvari ne veruju u slučajnosti )






Ruke su mi bile slani pijesak
sanjao sam te
ruke su mi bile
na oltaru mnogo gadina
zaronjene stijene placu

Svjetlost pocinje
tihim mijenjanjem mojih pobuda
kao i jucer iza zavjese
mozda na mom licu nadjes tragove sjecanja

Mozda ne razumijes, ali volim te
krenuo sam u dubinu
sobe s jasnom namjerom da materijaliziram
nemoguce snagom poruke

Razuzdanost histriona blisko odzvanja
neka drugi broje krizeve
kao i jucer iza zavjese
ono sto me stalno plasi zvuci poznato
mozda ne razumijes, ali volim te

Otkud osjecaj da gubis pouzdano zaledje
umjetnost te cini jacom nego sto pretpostavljas
mozda tvoja slutnja vara, mozda umisljam
htio bi da budes sretnija
kao i jucer, iza zavjese

Igrat cu pred tobom ulogu pjesnika
mozda ne razumijes, ali volim te

Gledaj kako konci aluzije
prodiru u svijest
ni tjeskoba kao nijemi
svjedok ne vrijedi suvise

Stajao sam na peronu ljeta gospodnjeg
moglo je biti proslo stoljece kao i jucer
iza zavjese zamisli
da brdo slika putuje svemirom
mozda ne razumijes ali volim te

Kakva su oni bili ludačka grupa uživo dok neko iz De la Roče nije isključio struju.

Najbolji album u 2011.

Niska Bisera


Uvek se vracam ulicama sa kojih si potekla.

U jesenja predvecerja osencanih bora,

znam da me iscekujes svakim trpetajem

ispod naslaga paucine u laznom obilju.

Lepota je kao parfem ide svud za tobom,

diskretno a zatim naglo otvara sva vrata

i ostavlja te zbunjenu jer niko ne dolazi

jer niko ne zna da se sama ne mozes izvuci.

Precvetali vinovnici jetkih uboda ne dopiru

do tvoga srca i ako tavore na dnu protekcije

poput mumije temeljito ispunjeni besmislom.

Ako ista ostane nesto iza nas,

ako sta preostane ista za nama

ako sta preostane nesto i za nas

he Mercy Seat


It began when they come took me from my home

And put me in Dead Row,

Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.

And I'll say it again

I..am..not..afraid..to..die.


I began to warm and chill

To objects and their fields,

A ragged cup, a twisted mop

The face of Jesus in my soup

Those sinister dinner meals

The meal trolley's wicked wheels

A hooked bone rising from my food

All things either good or ungood.


And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

An eye for an eye

A tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.


Interpret signs and catalogue

A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.

The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.

They are sick breath at my hind

They are sick breath at my hind

They are sick breath at my hind

They are sick breath gathering at my hind


I hear stories from the chamber

How Christ was born into a manger

And like some ragged stranger

Died upon the cross

And might I say it seems so fitting in its way

He was a carpenter by trade

Or at least that's what I'm told


Like my good hand I

tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist

That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.


In Heaven His throne is made of gold

The ark of his Testament is stowed

A throne from which I'm told

All history does unfold.

Down here it's made of wood and wire

And my body is on fire

And God is never far away.


Into the mercy seat I climb

My head is shaved, my head is wired

And like a moth that tries

To enter the bright eye

I go shuffling out of life

Just to hide in death awhile

And anyway I never lied.


My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.

Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.

`Tis a long-suffering shackle

Collaring all that rebel blood.


And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.


And the mercy seat is burning

And I think my head is glowing

And in a way I'm hoping

To be done with all this weighing up of truth.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And I've got nothing left to lose

And I'm not afraid to die.


And the mercy seat is glowing

And I think my head is smoking

And in a way I'm hoping

To be done with all this looks of disbelief.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And anyway there was no proof

Nor a motive why.


And the mercy seat is smoking

And I think my head is melting

And in a way I'm helping

To be done with all this twisted of the truth.

A lie for a lie

And a truth for a truth

And I've got nothing left to lose

And I'm not afraid to die.


And the mercy seat is melting

And I think my blood is boiling

And in a way I'm spoiling

All the fun with all this truth and consequence.

An eye for an eye

And a truth for a truth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.


And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this measuring of proof.

A life for a life

And a truth for a truth

And anyway there was no proof

But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.


And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this measuring of truth.

An eye for an eye

And a truth for a truth

And anyway I told the truth

But I'm afraid I told a lie.

The Ocean Doesn't Want Me


The ocean doesn't want me today

But I'll be back tomorrow to play

And the strangles will take me

Down deep in their brine

The mischievous braingels

Down into the endless blue wine

I'll open my head and let out

All of my time

I'd love to go drowning

And to stay and to stay

But the ocean doesn't want me today

I'll go in up to here

It can't possibly hurt

All they will find is my beer

And my shirt

A rip tide is raging

And the life guard is away

But the ocean doesn't want me today

The ocean doesn't want me today

Freaky Styley Lyrics
Artist(Band):Red Hot Chili Peppers

I fuck em
just to see the look on their face

Say it loud
I'm freaky styley
And I'm proud ! (repeat a thousand times)

I fuck em
just to see the look on their face(also repeat a lot)

Videosex - Videosex


Ovdje ispod vlazno je

oko mene tama

oci uperene gdje sam

na zidu zlatno meso


Jer videosex vec jezik na mojoj usni

videosex vec ruka otkopcava me


Vuci gaze tjelom

sa zida kaplje znoj

dolazi polako hej

nisi li te divne boje

Jedna stara, odlična pesma koju možda niste čuli...

@Krenem,pođem,stanem,zastajavam

šetalicu satu zadržavam....

dođe doba da idem u groba@


Branko od rodnog Broda...

ili čika Jova Zmaj...

po sjećanju




@MOJ ZEMO...RATKO RADULOVIC...IZBEGLICA@

[b]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM0feBlyFVE[/b]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-b-hda1UIc

Luka Lune Jović komentira fotografija od Ana Bekuta official: "@PERFECT...PA DA@"

---

Ana Bekuta official

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBPb2NcZ2Mo&list=UUJ87npTEXtkscxBnkeJ8o-Q&feature=plcp&context=C33654adFDOEgsToPDskLDQxltpTyGZV0coA5hEyix

@PJESNIKLUNE...LUNEMALINO BY FLYINGJOYMAKER...MLADOST U STIHU@

@Kakav La Lune...kakvi to satellite bakrači...da sam jučer streljan što bi reko neko zloba u haškom bhs maternjem...nesuđenom translete mom...ne bih znao da je dana ponedjeljak...svete mu neđelje
...na krajiškom okolinskom cro...mladi mjesec je u ponedjeljak@

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBPb2NcZ2Mo&context=C4bbfb2bADvjVQa1PpcFOnkQh6NC6zYGiziDGDl9ao7Fe58_Ri4og=

@osma...ovako je to pojala moja rahmetli davorin generacija@:8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPGjI4REf34

Davorin Popović (1946-2001) was lead singer and a front man of the
progressive rock and pop band Indexi, throughout most of their career -
the voice and the face with whom many associated the very image of the
band. Being a popular bohemian urban legend of his hometown Sarajevo
(and also a successful basketball player in his youth), he deserved
nicknames like Pimpek, Davor or simply Pjevac (The Singer) due to his
unique nasal voice.

In parallel with the group work he pursued
solo career between 1975-1996, albeit in a non-continuous manner. On
most of his solo works one or another line-up of INDEXI played as
backing studio musicians, so his solo career is closely related with
that of the band itself. This was also stressed in the album titles when
they are usually credited to Davorin and Indexi or similar. During the
siege of Sarajevo in 1995 he represented Bosnia and Herzegovina at the
Eurovision Song Contest in Dublin with the song "Dvadeset prvi vijek"
("21st Century"), finishing in 19th place of the 23 entries.

Some
of the most popular songs commonly associated with Indexi were actually
issued as Davorin's solo works, such as "I pad je let" ("To Fall Is To
Fly") or "U tebi se zena radja" ("You're Becoming a Woman") from his
debut LP Svaka je ljubav ista (osim one prave) (Every Love Is the Same,
Except the True One) from 1976, which was oddly the first studio album
with entirely new songs that was recorded by Indexi as a group (they
used to issue singles and compilations rather than studio albums). It
was however released as Davorin's solo effort because the band was
working on their prog masterpiece Modra rijeka at that time.

Music
on Popovic's solo albums is generally closer to mainstream pop rock and
easy-listening schlager songs, although here and there one could find
several very good rock moments sometimes close or related to progressive
rock....La Luna Lune klok klok klok

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2rgRe7DuPY&feature=related

Posebna. Jako.@Stvarno...hebe mene nesuđeni fuck maternji...ali skontam nekako kad je La Luna ponedjeljak@))
...Ivo Andrić Nemiri..."I niko nikada neće znati kako mi je bilo u suton, kad je veliki o svijetal mjesec na obzoru,
tišina raste a staze mokre, i nema nade da će itko doći"


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVaqQe3V498&feature=player_embedded

Da, posebna...

If you ever give a helping hand, you'll find one at the lower end of the arm.


PORTRET NAŠE MONA LIZE






Nisam zalud ostario
Kad sam i to doživio
Da ispisah ove pjesme
Više žmureć skoro slijepo
Da i sirotinja raja
Može vidjet nešta lijepo.




Išao sam u muzeje
Surfovo po internetu
A uživo vidio sam
I uživo i iz bliza
Da ima još Mona Liza.




Nit se traži nit se nudi pare


Samo smiješak sve do kraja Zemlje
I gore do devetoga Neba
I da bude radost svakom oku
Ne piše ni vietato tokare…




Pa zašto bi netko dodirivo

Neke hladne slike staroslavne .

Luka Lune Jović - Juvenal 2011 AD

Faith ::

zasto mi nisu sve ovcice na broju

A, ni čobani.

@SUTRA NAM JE DIVAN DAN...MOJA SLAVA ĐURĐEVDAN...I OPET GA SLAVIM LIJEPO SAM@

p.s. i ja sam mislio da je OHA sitničarnica...i još se nnadam da lažu
oni koji kažu da je i sovica fritov klon..drndo je on...pa nije moj
plavojko zalud ostario...a nije ni ratni zločinac...možda samo lela ima i
ime i prezime..košuta gorom leleče...gdje je sad moje jele...nče@

@Samo za Lelu i veselo društvo...ispravn(ij)a verzija njenog videa@