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PostPosted: 12. 08. 2003. 21:27 
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ONE



I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside i feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up i can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as i wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that i must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when i'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as i wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone i'm just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as i wish for death
Oh please god help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that i see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell


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PostPosted: 27. 09. 2003. 00:30 
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EKV - Krug

Ovaj krug sam smislio
Ovaj krug sam stvorio
Ovaj krug sam razbio
U vetar rasuo.

Vetar misli,
Vetar zna
Sve sto znamo ti i ja.
On me voli,
On me nosi,
On me razbija.

(Solo)
A ha! A Ha!
U hmm A Ha!

Kao da sam umoran
I kao da sam star
Kao da je dosdno
Isuvise da znam

Ovaj krug sam skupio
I opet sklopio
On me voli,
On me nosi,
On mi oprasta.
A Ha! A Ha!
U hmm A Ha!

Kao ne
I kao da
Kao zabrana
I kao dozvola
Kao ne ne ne
Kao da da da
Kao zabava
I kao dosada.

Ovaj krug sam smislio
Ovaj krug sam stvorio
Ovaj krug sam razbio
U vetar rasuo.

Vetar misli,
Vetar zna
Sve sto znamo ti i ja.
On me voli,
On me nosi,
On me razbija.

(Solo)
A ha! A Ha!
U hmm A Ha!

Kao ne
I kao da
Kao zabrana
I kao dozvola
Kao ne ne ne,
Kao da da da
Kao zabava, I kao dosada.

Kraj Svih Nas

Već sam dovoljno prepatio,
ono što sad vidim nisam zaboravio,
svoje greške nisam ispravio,
to nije čudo jer gdje sam sve boravio .......
Ref:
Moja oči plakaju,
dok oni svom snagom lagaju,
moje duša je pocjepana,
jer naša čitava država je rasjcepana,
toliko sam umoran od vas,
da se ponekad pitam da li ovo kraj svih nas.

Čitavu ovu stvar ja nemogu da opišem samo običnim riječima,
to je toliko teško da nekad nemogu ni sam da povjerujem,
valjda to je u redu kad se bliži kraj,
sad i kad bi pokušao bilo šta;već je kasno,
a čini mi se da bi bilo i previše opasno.

Ref:
Moja oči plakaju,
dok oni svom snagom lagaju,
moje duša je pocjepana,
jer naša čitava država je rasjcepana,
toliko sam umoran od vas,
da se ponekad pitam da li ovo kraj svih nas,
kraj,
kraj,
kraj svih nas,
kraj,
kraj,
kraj svih nas.


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PostPosted: 27. 09. 2003. 00:51 
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The Cult - Painted on my heart


I thought you'd be out of my mind
And I'd finally found a way to
Learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons
Not to think about you
But it's just not so
And after all this time
I still can't let go

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of your fingertips
This love so deep inside of me

I was trying everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just can't seem to
I guess it's just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of your fingertips
This love so deep inside of me

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart

Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I'm trying to escape you
And I know there ain't no way to
To chase you from my mind

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of your fingertips
This love so deep inside of me

I've still got your face
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart


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Welcome Home (Sanitarium)


Welcome to where time stands still
no one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, No windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred


Sleep my friend and you will see
that dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
can't they see it's why my brain says Rage


Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone


Build my fear of what's out there
and cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
but violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
he's getting better, can't you tell?


No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
but they think this saves us from our hell


Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone


Fear of living on
natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it's such a friendly word
seems the only way
for reaching out again.


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PostPosted: 11. 10. 2003. 19:57 
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Blind Guardian - Blood Tears - i jos mnogo njihovih pesama

Welcome to my realm
We are both condemned to live
It's a dark fate
(I can hear your calls
I can hear your calls)
THE ETERNAL LIFE

I see it still burns
Each night I cry in pain

Alive
Though the end appears my friend

chorus:
And blood tears I cry
You've searched and you've found
Cut off your old friends hand

My mind's
In frozen dreams
The rotten flesh
Of bitter lies
Welcome to where time stands still
Noone leaves and noone ever will

Can't hold it
It burns
Each night I cry in pain

chorus:
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside

It seems so clearly
Bent the bow
Cause life in me is gone
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
In blame

And life it shall wane
Each night I cry in pain

chorus:
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
Cut off your old friends hand


PINK FLOYD - ima ih previse

FALCONER - WE SOLD OUR HOMESTEADS (swedska narodna)

We sold our homesteads and started on our way
just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay.
One day they will return, come spring again that's when.
But we will never see our native country again.

At first we travelled through the English countryside
on tracks and on wagons as quickly as birds would fly.
It was a lovely sight to see the land at last
but all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast.

And later when we came to Liverpuddlian bay
the tears of regret finally started to have their say.
The hearts then started burning in each and everyone
we only talked of Sweden that used to be our home.

We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave
it was as if we'd stepped into an open grave.
The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land
was suddenly forbidden and taken from our hand.

And when we had been sailing for just a week or two
a horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view.
We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk
it was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard.

The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries,
the howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies
and death became the ruler that forces us to our knees.
The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas.

maideni - isto suvise pesama

Black Sabbath

i jos mnogo mnogo tekstova


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PostPosted: 22. 10. 2003. 19:00 
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MOTHER


Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like the song
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
Mother should I build a wall

Mother should I run for president
Mother should I trust the government
Mother will they put me in the firing line
Oooh ma is it just a wasted time

Hush now baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your
Nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here
Under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cosy and warm
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall.

Mother do you think she's good enough for me
Mother do you think she's dangerous tell me
Mother will she make your little boy a toy
Oooh mother will she break my heart

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all of your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up 'till you get in
Mama will always find out where
You've been
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
You'll always be a Baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

-valjda je jasno cija je


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eh, posto ja nisam nista napisao, evo:


Devedesete:

Mi smo bar imali stare gitare... Poneki bedž na reverima...
Glupo bi zvučalo »Je-Je!« uz ove dileje s revolverima...
Al zastavu šezdesetih vezle su gramofonske igle...
I put od žute cigle prostro se pred nas...

Mi smo bar imali razne Che Guevare... O-o, i veće prevare...
To mladost spiri u dahu kao šećer u prahu sa bundevare...
Protesti sedamdesetih više su bili odraz mode
Jer bokal pun slobode točen je za nas...

Mi smo bar imali putovanja... Perone, suze, cmakanja...
Crveni pasoš bez mane što prolazi grane bez puno njakanja...
Dnevnici osamdesetih švrljani su na jarke razglednice
Svet je lice šminkao zbog nas...

Mi smo bar imali one snove koji se teško ostvare...
A snovi najčešće vrede tek kad s tobom osede... Kad s tobom ostare...
Nije baš sve na kantaru... Čitavo čudo kupi lova
Ali snova nema piratiranih...

Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Opake...
Gospod je barut primirisao pa ladno zbrisao za oblake...
E, kad već puknu ustave nema nam spasa dok se reke ne zaustave...
No, i taj dan će svanuti...

Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Fobične...
U udžbenike i u čitanke ušle su bitange... Obične...
Kasno je da se paniči... Dali smo šansu da se ludilo ozvaniči...
A sad smo prosto zgranuti?

Mi smo bar imali neke veze s planetom i sa ljudima...
Znalo se ko togu nosi a ko cvetić u kosi... O, blago ludima...
Danas se laž odvažila... A zadnja bagra kroji moral...
Pa je OK koral dignut oko nas...

Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, vas mogu jedino psovati...
Za vama niko neće žaliti niti vam stihove kovati...
Jednu ste mladost sludele, budite sretne ako vam i strofu udele...
Pred crkvom pravih vrednosti...

Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, i vaša priča je gotova...
I dabogda se nikad ne sete svih ovih protuva i skotova...
Kad zakon metlom zamane... Ili ih pusti da se međusobno tamane...
Å to ima svojih prednosti...


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PostPosted: 23. 10. 2003. 00:14 
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dreadlord wrote:
eh, posto ja nisam nista napisao, evo:


Devedesete:

Mi smo bar imali stare gitare... Poneki bedž na reverima...
Glupo bi zvučalo »Je-Je!« uz ove dileje s revolverima...
Al zastavu šezdesetih vezle su gramofonske igle...
I put od žute cigle prostro se pred nas...

Mi smo bar imali razne Che Guevare... O-o, i veće prevare...
To mladost spiri u dahu kao šećer u prahu sa bundevare...
Protesti sedamdesetih više su bili odraz mode
Jer bokal pun slobode točen je za nas...

Mi smo bar imali putovanja... Perone, suze, cmakanja...
Crveni pasoš bez mane što prolazi grane bez puno njakanja...
Dnevnici osamdesetih švrljani su na jarke razglednice
Svet je lice šminkao zbog nas...

Mi smo bar imali one snove koji se teško ostvare...
A snovi najčešće vrede tek kad s tobom osede... Kad s tobom ostare...
Nije baš sve na kantaru... Čitavo čudo kupi lova
Ali snova nema piratiranih...

Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Opake...
Gospod je barut primirisao pa ladno zbrisao za oblake...
E, kad već puknu ustave nema nam spasa dok se reke ne zaustave...
No, i taj dan će svanuti...

Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Fobične...
U udžbenike i u čitanke ušle su bitange... Obične...
Kasno je da se paniči... Dali smo šansu da se ludilo ozvaniči...
A sad smo prosto zgranuti?

Mi smo bar imali neke veze s planetom i sa ljudima...
Znalo se ko togu nosi a ko cvetić u kosi... O, blago ludima...
Danas se laž odvažila... A zadnja bagra kroji moral...
Pa je OK koral dignut oko nas...

Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, vas mogu jedino psovati...
Za vama niko neće žaliti niti vam stihove kovati...
Jednu ste mladost sludele, budite sretne ako vam i strofu udele...
Pred crkvom pravih vrednosti...

Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, i vaša priča je gotova...
I dabogda se nikad ne sete svih ovih protuva i skotova...
Kad zakon metlom zamane... Ili ih pusti da se međusobno tamane...
Å to ima svojih prednosti...


Dobar izbor, I like it :wink: Image


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PostPosted: 24. 10. 2003. 19:30 
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wow,i am sick of doubt
living light of certain south
cruel bindings
the servants of the power
dog,man and their mean woman
pulling poor blankets over our sailors

i am sick of dower faces
staring to me from tv tower

I want roses in my garden
bower dig
royal babies,rubies
must now replace aborted strangers in the mind
this mutens blood me of the plant thats plughed

They are waiting to take us into the
Severed garden

You know how pail unwanted comes death
unnaunced
unpland like scaring
overfriendly guest you've brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all and gives us
wings so we have shoulders smooth
as ravens cloud

No more money,no more fancy dresses
this other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other yaw rewels incest
and lose obidience to a vegetable law
I will not go prefear a feast of friends to a giant family




:!: eto ova je meni nekako fuuul dobra stvar,,,,inace:doorsi.


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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Pink Floyd-Wish you were here


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svi ovi ponudjeni tekstovi su jako dobri i kvalitetni
ipak najveci tekstopisci na prostorima bivse jugoslavije su definitivno

MILAN MLADENOVIC I BRANIMIR JOHNNY STULIC

8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)


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Stvari se polako vraćaju na mjesto,
ovako nešto se ne događa često premda,
priznajem ponekad pretjeram,
i nekud otplovim sam,
i tad slike izblijede sve,
i tad zatvaram se u sebe,
i tad nisi mi potrebna....

Kazaljke i dalje krugove crtaju,
i mjesto zvijezda kišne kapi na vrat padaju,
prazno mjesto u mom krevetu sjeća me,
da bila si tu..
Tko zna kuda si otišla
tko zna zbog čega se ne vraćaš
tko zna sve piše u zvijezdama

Još jučer poljupcima mi smo se borili
i dodirom smo jedno drugom tajne otkrivali
Å to se dogodilo?
Gdje je ta kap?Što je prelila čašu,
što te natjerala da odneseš
sve što sam volio,
a tebe sam volio
sve što sam sanjao,
a tebe sam sanjao
Ma zar sam pogriješio što sam se smijao
kad su mi govorili da sve su žene kurve

Kad bi zauvijek zaspao ovaj grad
kao u bajci prekriven trnjem i travama,
sve dok se ti ne vratiš,
a vratit ćeš se znam,
i sve dok tvoja ruka ne dotakne moj dlan,
dok me ne zagrliš,
dok me ne poljubiš,
dok me ne zagrije tvoj dah...

Još jučer poljupcima mi smo se borili
i dodirom smo jedno drugom tajne otkrivali
Å to se dogodilo?
Gdje je ta kap?Što je prelila čašu,
što te natjerala da odneseš
sve što sam volio,
a tebe sam volio
sve što sam sanjao,
a tebe sam sanjao
Ma zar sam pogriješio što sam se smijao
kad su mi govorili da sve su žene kurve

Kad bi zauvijek zaspao ovaj grad
kao u bajci prekriven trnjem i travama,
sve dok se ti ne vratiš,
a vratit ćeš se znam,
i sve dok tvoja ruka ne dotakne moj dlan,
dok me ne zagrliš,
dok me ne poljubiš,
dok me ne zagrije tvoj dah...

THE OBALA - KURVE


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THE OBALA - KURVE


Heheh, bilo je to jedno lijepo ljeto, jedne davne 2001. godine... ili ono bi 2000.? Bathory :D :D :twisted:


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Crni_Jack_Daniels wrote:
Heheh, bilo je to jedno lijepo ljeto, jedne davne 2001. godine... ili ono bi 2000?....

Sto se mene tice bila je zima 2002/2003...Kako se razbijalo na tu stvar....


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evo jedne od najutjecajnijeh banda - the ramonesa

iako je original od toma waitsa ja mislim za mene je to stvar od ramonesa - i dont wanna grow up

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up


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UGLY KID JOE - Cats In The Cradle

My child arrived just the other day
Came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
He was talkin' 'fore I knew it
And as he grew he said,
'I'm gonna be like you, Dad,
You know I'm gonna be like you.'

CHORUS: And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'When you comin' home?'
'Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll 'ave a good time then.'

Well, my son turned ten just the other day.
He said, 'Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.
Could you teach me to throw?'
I said, 'Not today. I got a lot to do.'
He said, 'That's okay.' And he walked away
and he smiled and he said,
'You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him.'

CHORUS: And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'When you comin' home?'
'Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll 'ave a good time then.'

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
'I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while?'
He shook his head and he said with a smile,
'What I'm feelin' like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please ?'

CHORUS: And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'When you comin' home?'
'Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll 'ave a good time then.'

I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
'I'd like to see you, if you don't mind.'
He said, 'I'd love to, Dad, if I could find the time.
You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.
It's been sure nice talkin' to you.'
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

CHORUS: And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
'When you comin' home?'
'Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll 'ave a good time then.'


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Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on, it's Heaven and Hell, oh well

The lover of life's not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming
So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell, fool, fool!

Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it's on and on, on and on and on....

They say that life's a carousel
Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
The world is full of Kings and Queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's Heaven and Hell, oh well
And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It's Heaven and Hell, oh no!
Fool, fool!
You've got to bleed for the dancer!
Fool, fool!
Look for the answer!
Fool, fool, fool!


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black sabbath - heaven and hell


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Dream On - Aerosmith

Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin' clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books' written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for tofay
Mabye tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Dream On, Dream On
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream On, Dream On
Dream until your dream come true
Dream On, Dream On, Dream On...

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away


The Unforgiven II-Metallica

Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you

Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you

What I've felt, what I've known
So sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you

Oh what I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you (So I dub thee unforgiven)

Oh, what I've felt
Oh, what I've known

I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too

Never free
Never me
'Cause you're unforgiven too
Oh

Turn the Page
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out his one long song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant, strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Most times you can't hear them talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés?
Is that a woman is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
There I go


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hajd....da obnovimo ovu uvijek interesantnu i aktuelnu temu....za pocetak......remek djelo.......malo je reci....

TIME

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.


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