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[Doolio]

ovu ste isto culi, bila je u paru sa prethodnom, to je ona barokna:

MAY 14th

it was the day of the fourteenth of may
the sun was shining and music played
merrily merrily we took a stroll
a beautifull day of the fourteenth of may

the words were said on the fourteenth of may
the things were done on the fourteenth of may
suddenly suddenly out of nowhere
the fateful day of the fourteenth of may

my darling left on the fourteenth of may
she left for good and never to stay
gracefully gracefully she walked away
that cursed day of the fourteenth of may

i have cried on the fourteenth of may
my eyes went dry on the fourteenth of may
calmly calmly i passed away
the final day of the fourteenth of may

[Doolio]

ova je malo rogobatna sto se tice ritmike, vise je ko za neko pripovedanje, al nece nista biti ako je okacim:

HUMANESQUE

you're so free and perfect
untouched by filth and decay
your heart is strong your mind is clear
you speak with a passion of a child

your eyes are innocent and honest
full of questions full of answers
they see through flesh and bones
your gaze can kill and heal

my mind is trapped by roots
my heart is full of fear
soul tattered by failing
eyes too tired to see colours

i talk with bitter preaching
overusing empty words
i've stopped laughing now i'm grinning
sarcastic as i am

so don't let me poison you
i'm too weak not to try
too selfish to admire you from a far
too strong for you to resist

as one of the termites i just wouldn't let you fly

[Doolio]

GUARDIAN HUMAN

tread lightly
as you walk
on the slippery floor
of life
try not to trip
and fall
on your head

and when you lose
your grip
that was once
firm and strong
know that we
will meet
again
on the other side

keep your ballance
as you step
on the treacherous cord
of life
watch out
or you might
break your neck

and when you lose
your grip
that was once
firm and strong
know that we
will meet
again
on the other side

[Doolio]

FALLING INTO ME

the pointless stream of pointless thoughts
the pointless shade of pointless green
the thunderous sound of nothing at all
the lightless landscapes of the moon
i guess i'm just falling into me
it looks like i'm fading into me

the endless row of questions unasked
in countless halls of unrevealed pain
a life without life in eyes without tears
a meaningless ticking of a passionless heart
i guess i'm just falling into me
it looks like i'm fading into me

[Doolio]

evo jedna klasicna urbano-beogradsko-alternativna:)

STAKLENI LJUDI

tu su oko mene
krecu se brzo
cekaju trenutak
pogodno vreme

idu oko mene
ne znaju za umor
vrebaju trenutak
trenutak slabosti

stakleni ljudi
stakleni ljudi
stakleni ljudi
stakleni ljudi

oni su svuda
svuda u prostoru
vidim ih na ulici
srecem ih na ulici

prozirna vrsta
svako za sebe
trazi svoj plen
prati svoj plen

providni ljudi
providni ljudi
providni ljudi
providni ljudi

stakleni ljudi
providni ljudi
stakleni ljudi
prozirni ljudi

[Doolio]

sad krecu malo poeticniji tekstovi i pricice koji bi se malo teze svirali, ali ako vas ne mrzi, mozete da pricinite sebi tu torturu i da procitate:

THE MOMENT

for one short moment
i could see the entire universe in your eyes
and you just stood there
older than the pyramids
and yet younger than a puppy
wiser than all philosophers in the world
and yet naive as an eight year old
you knew everything there is to know
and yet you were unaware of it all
and then the moment passed
you looked to the side and started talking 'bout stuff
i was pretending i was listening to your blabbering
and so you continued talking crap
and you were still
older than the pyramids
younger than a puppy
wiser than all philosophers in the world
naive as an eight year old
knowing everything there is to know
and completely unaware of it all




THE PRIZE

You walk through the blizzard
The wind whips your face
Your vision is narrowed
Slowly, but firmly, you make your way through the snow
You are determined
Your goal is set
You will not fail
You are proud of your glorious march, knowing that you are the winner
You are the one
You are the fighter
You are the legend
You continue your quest, sensing that you are nearing your goal
You ignore the pain, speeding up down the path
Finally, led by your inner strength, you have made it
The golden cup of success is in your hands
With great desire you drink from it, clenching the thirst of body, mind and soul
Indeed, your accomplishment is remarkable
Only, you have failed to realise that you were howling at the moon
That which does not kill you, it cripples you




THE CHOICE AND THE DECISION

in the dead of night
a man is walking down the street
he is wearing a grey coat
in the coat's pocket he keeps a photo
the photo is grainy and small
as a matter of fact it's a pretty bad photo
but to that man the photo is beautiful
it's significance is unmatched
the man keeps it near his heart
he thinks of the photo as his light motive his moving energy
but the man is wrong
the photo has millions of tiny invisible claws
they rip through man's clothes and skin
they grab his ribs his lungs and his heart
they are pressing harder and harder
the pressure becomes unbearable but he still clings on to the photo
the man starts to walk slower his steps become uncertain and erratic
he grabs the pocket with the photo inside but not to throw away the photo but to press it harder to his chest
tiny claws rip deeply causing the man's organs to shrink
the man can't breath but he still presses the photo to his chest
suddenly the man stops moving
he stands paralyzed
completely still
slowly the day dawns
the man is still standing motionless
the street fills with people and cars
they go around the man in a grey coat but nobody seems to notice him
his friends and family forgot about him
the tax service forgot about him
the person in the photo forgot about him
but the photo itself still holds the man's chest with millions of tiny claws
and he still stands there like a wax figure with the frozen grin on his face




A WISH

when you see a falling star,
you get but one wish.
so you wish for something nice,
and stupid,
and hollow.
i would wish to die in a cool way,
because i just can't think of
an ultimate, self-preserving wish
that could be applied to life.
not that i've ever seen a falling star, though.




DIV

sedis tu i smejes se bez razloga,
kao budala.
kakav divan izbor!
ali, ko je tebi rekao da mozes da biras?
i otkud ti znas da li izbor postoji?
i sta je poenta bezrazloznog smejanja?
i ko je ovde uopste budala...




EKSTRAPOLACIJA

imao si malog psa i on je umro i ti si sad tuzan.
i svi ti kazu da je to veliki krug zivota.
jedan bitan ciklicni proces u kome nesto prelazi u nesto drugo, a u stvari, sve kruzi i to tako treba.
i tvoj pas ce da istruli u zemlji i iz njega ce da raste trava.
travu jedu razne zivotinje.
crvi ce da zive u tvom psu.
i crve jedu razne zivotinje.
na kraju ce tvoj pas da postane hrana za neke druge pse koji ce da prave jos novih pasa.
i zbog toga je, u stvari, jako dobro to sto je tvoj pas umro i niko ne shvata zasto si ti i dalje tuzan.
a tebe bas briga za taj krug i cela prica ti je grozna i nezanimljiva i ne vidis sta je cudno i lose u tome sto ti tugujes za svojim psom.
i nikako ti nije jasno zasto svi pokusavaju da te sprece u tome.
mora da nisi normalan.



zezno sam se, moze i ova sledeca da se peva, ________ je tu da bi se popunilo po volji, nisam se jos odlucio koju rec da stavim:)

BUDJENJE

ti se prodajes za lazne ideale
tebe kupuju likovi bez duse
figure bez sjaja u ocima
jer tvoja svetlost im je potrebna

ti se dajes u vapaju nade
ledenom osmehu, bljutavoj pesmi
jeftinoj predstavi, gomili nicega
jer moc zablude je neodoljiva

i ponovo ti ostajes sama
sve je bio samo kvar u sinapsi
kratak spoj u nervnom sistemu
ti i dalje ne zelis da shvatis

lezis i plutas u moru osecanja
pitas sebe gde si pogresila
dok ti depresija morbidno prija
ceka te sledeci pijani mesija

al jednoga dana snage ces smoci
udahnuces zivot otvorices oci
i toga dana videces prostor
videces ljude bez paravana

al tada ces opet zatvoriti krug
jer videces nesto po prvi put
prvi, jedini, poslednji put
videces _____ da nisam tu



toliko, ko izdrzi do kraja neka baci kritiku:)

[Chord-Master]

Ja sam izdrzao ( ), ali toliko si tekstova postavio da ne znam odakle da pocnem.
Svaki je dobar na svoj nacin, mada cini mi se da si ponegde otisao u poeziju.

Najlakse mi se definisala u glavi ova pesma - Stakleni Ljudi, lici mi na neku mesavinu Partibrejkersa i EKV-a, mada to je verovatno samo moj, subjektivni utisak.

The Choice and the Decision mi se jako svidelo, ima nekakvu atmosferu koja prosto ostavlja utisak, ali nazalost prilicno je neuklopljivo kao pesma, to je jedan od onih tekstova koji su otisli u poeziju, cini mi se, ali bi bilo dobro kao deo nekih kratkih prica u stilu Stephen-a King-a

Komentarisacu jos dalje, ako hoces, kada malo porazmislim...

[Doolio]

taj rad, naravno da hocu da komentarises:)
jesam otisao negde u poeziju, ali reko, nece da skodi ako okacim i takve tekstice...

[Doolio]

bump! nemam nista novo, a reko, mozda vidi neko ko nije video temu, a ispenalio bi me za sve pare:)
nadam se da se ne ljutite:)

[Djole_BB]

Meni tako dodje kljuchna rechenica a sa njom i muzika pevam sa nanana- dodju rechi- ETO PESME!Al' ne bih da ih kachim je vec sa bendom planiram...
Inache lakshe je za text smishljati muziku, nego za muziku text- ali ni to nije teshko...

[Doolio]

pa sta ako planiras, vecina ovoga sto sam napisao je ili izdeljena bendovima, ili sam ja uradio vec...
sto se tice muzika pa tekst ili tekst pa muzika, zavisi, kod mene to ide jedno, pa drugo, kako mi dodje...

[robilad]

E ovako čoek...
U suštini mi se dopada, ali kada kažeš nekom da ti se njegov rad dopada nisi mu pomogao ni malo, a kritikujući ( makar bilo i neobjektivno i kvazistručno ) trgneš čoveka i nateraš ga da se zapita tako da... :
Milsim da si isforsirao rimu u A HUMAN i u CARPE DIEM, pogotovo u OVERBONED - a rekao bih da ti mnogo bolje ide nevezani, tzv. slobodni stih gde ne moras da se vezuješ ni za ritmiku, ni za rimu, ni za kompoziciju ( ili crtica - oslobodiš se okova rime i forme i pukneš misao). REASON i THE TUNNEL su mi odlične, prvenstveno zbog teme. U IMALI SMO SVE imaš verovatno fleševe iz yu scene, što je normalno: " Dok stojim i gledam kako postojim " (Rundek) i " Pa se onda setim da ne znam da letim " (Čorba).
Pročitao sam samo prvi set pesama, pročitaću i ostale kad imam vremena, z

[sinisake]

Samo jedna opaska - slobodan stih ne znaci odsustvo rime.
Postoji i rimovani slobodni stih...

[Doolio]

fala na komentar:)

znam sta hoces da kazes, ali to treba da bude tekst za pesmu i onda moram da vodim racuna pogotovo o ritmici i rimovanju, ono kao jeee, matrica, zezanje:) ove sto nisi stigao da procitas, neke idu i u cisto 'tekstospisateljstvo' iliti poJeziju:) i tu nista nije forsirano. ono je forsirano planski, pa ako se dobro izvede, onda je dobro, ako se izvede traljavo, onda je traljavo, ali u principu, trebalo bi da se izvodi.

sto se tice imali smo sve, to sam nesto kao pokusavao da bude neki urbano-alternativni fazon, a tu nisam verziran, tako da je ispalo malo naivno, al dobro, znas kako ide ono za prve macice i vodu:) e sad, to sto si rekao za odredjene pesme, tu se vidi da neka empirija i tehnika nisu dovoljne, tj mozda i jesu, ali kada se uporede sa necim sto jos ima i autenticnost pored ta dva, onda ispada bledo. drugim recima, a human je kritika drustva koja me pogadja na nekoj ravni mozda, ali sigurno ne licno (u smislu da moze da ti bude zao komsije sto je dobio batine, ali kad tebe neko lupi po glavi malo je drugacije) i mozda zato deluje isforsirano jer sam radio pesmu za temu, a ne bio 'nadahnut u trenutku' ili nesto tako. isto i za carpe diem, taj moto mi se svidja, ali realno, ja sam nesposoban da ga primenjujem, tako da pesma opet nije autenticna. medjutim, reason i the tunnel (pogotovo tunel) su napisane maltene u cugu i inspirisane licnim i autenticnim dozivljajem.

jos jednom fala za komentar:)

[Critical]

Ja cekam ......

Sorry za off