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Poslao: 03 Mar 2005 10:19
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- MiB
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Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Album: Greatest Hits
Title: Streets Of Philadelphia
i was bruised and battered and i couldn't tell
What i felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window i didn't know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away
On the streets of philadelphia
I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night i could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of philadelphia
Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and i my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip the skin
The night has fallen, i'm lyin'awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of philadelphia
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Poslao: 02 Okt 2005 08:14
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- Jasmina
- Undiscovered Soul
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Blowing in the Wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you can call him a man
Yes ’n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
Yes and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Yes and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
Yes and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free
Yes and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Yes and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
Yes and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
Yes and how many deaths will it take ’till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Better Days
Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin’ away
Yeah just sittin’ around waitin’ for my life to begin
While it was all just slippin’ away
I’m tired of waitin’ for tomorrow to come
Or that train to come roarin’ ’round the bend
I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose
And a woman I can call my friend
These are better days baby
Yeah there’s better days shining through
These are better days baby
Better days with a girl like you
Well I took a piss at fortune’s sweet kiss
It’s like eatin’ caviar and dirt
It’s sad funny ending to find yourself pretending
A rich man in a poor man’s shirt
Now my ass was draggin’ when from a passin’ gypsy wagon
Your heart like a diamond shone
Tonight I’m layin’ in your arms carvin’ lucky charms
Out of these hard luck bones
These are better days baby
These are better days it’s true
These are better days
There’s better days shining through
Now a life of leisure and a pirate’s treasure
Don’t make much for tragedy
But it’s a sad man my friend who’s livin’ in his own skin
And can’t stand the company
Every fool’s got a reason for feelin’ sorry for himself
And turning his heart to stone
Tonight this fool’s halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I’m comin’ home
These are better days baby
There’s better days shining through
These are better days
Better days with a girl like you
These are better days baby
These are better days it’s true
These are better days
Better days are shining through
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Poslao: 04 Okt 2005 15:51
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- ][v][ A T R I X™
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Uf.. Bruce.. legenda...
Human touch
You and me we were the pretenders
We let it all slip away
In the end what you don’t surrender
Well the world just strips away
Girl, ain’t no kindness in the face of strangers
Ain’t gonna find no miracles here
Well you can wait on your blesses my darling
I got a deal for you right here
I ain’t looking for praise or pity
I ain’t coming ’round searching for a crutch
I just want someone to talk to
And a little of that human touch
Just a little of that human touch
Ain’t no mercy on the streets of this town
Ain’t no bread from heavenly skies
Ain’t nobody drawing wine from this blood
It’s just you and me tonight
Tell me, in a world without pity
Do you think what I’m askin’s too much
I just want something to hold on to
And a little of that human touch
Just a little of that human touch
Oh girl that feeling of safety that you prize
Well it comes at a hard hard price
You can’t shut off the risk and the pain
Without losing the love that remains
We’re all riders on this train
~~So you’ve been broken and you’ve been hurt
Show me somebody who ain’t~~ 
Yeah, I know I ain’t nobody’s bargain
But, hell, a little touch up and a little paint...
You might need something to hold on to
When all the answers, they don’t amount to much
Somebody that you could just to talk to
And a little of that human touch
Baby, in a world without pity
Do you think what I’m askin’s too much
I just want to feel you in my arms
Share a little of that human touch
Feel a little of that human touch
Give me a little of that human touch
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Poslao: 04 Okt 2005 17:26
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- Acid_Burn
- Moderator foruma
- Glavni moderator foruma Zabava
- Hellraiser
- Demon to some. Angel to others
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- Gde živiš: Beneath the Black Sky
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Ne znam zashto i ne znam kako na vas utiche ali mene pesma Born In The USA totalno izbedachi svaki put kad je chujem 
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I got in a little hometown jam
And so they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to Vietnam
To go and kill the yellow man
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
I go down to see the V.A. man
He said "Son don't you understand"
I had a buddy at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
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Poslao: 07 Okt 2006 21:10
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- Jasmina
- Undiscovered Soul
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@Well, right, Bob Dilanova je, sorry.
Ova nisu:
Dancing In The Dark
I get up in the evening, and I aint got nothing to say
I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way
I aint nothing but tired, man Im just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You cant start a fire, you cant start a fire without a spark
This guns for hire even if were just dancing in the dark
Message keeps getting clearer, radios on and Im moving round the place
I check myself out in the mirror I wanna change my clothes my hair my face
Man I aint getting nowhere just sitting in a dump like this
Theres something happening somewhere baby I just know that there is
You cant start a fire...
You sit around getting older theres a joke here somewhere and its on me
Ill shake this world off my shoulders come baby this laughs on me
Stay on the streets of this town and theyll be carving you up alright
They say you got to stay hungry hey baby Im just about starving tonight
Im dying for some action Im sick of sitting round here trying to write
This book
I need a love reaction come on now baby give me just one look
You cant start a fire..
Hungry Heart
Got a wife and kids in baltimore jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back
Like a river that dont know where its flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going
Everybodys got a hungry heart
Everybodys got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybodys got a hungry heart
I met her in a kingstown bar
We fell in love I knew it had to end
We took what we had and we ripped it apart
Now here I am down in kingstone again
Everybodys got a hungry heart...
Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Dont make no difference what nobody says
Aint nobody like to be alone
Everybodys got a hungry heart...
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Poslao: 07 Okt 2006 21:46
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- MiB
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Glory Days
I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school
He could throw that speedball by ya, make you look like a fool
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar i was walking in he was walking out
We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks, but all we kept talking about
Glory days, yeah they'll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
There's this girl that lives up the block, back in school she could turn all the boys heads
Sometimes on friday i'll stop by and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband bobby, well they split up, i guess it's two years gone by
We just sit around talking about the old times, she says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about
Glory days...
Think i'm going down to the well tonight and i'm gonna drink till i get my fill
I hope when i get older i don't sit around thinking about it, but i probably will
Yeah just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of
Well the time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of
Glory days...
All right boys keep it rocking now
We gonna go home now
Let's go!
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Poslao: 08 Okt 2006 00:00
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- Sirius
- Moderator foruma
- Sad radim sve ono što pre nisam stizao.
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Izšla je na srpskom odlična biografija Springstina (mislim da se u originalu zove jednostavno ''Boss'', prema njegovom nadimku, ali to svi znamo). Dobre fotke, prevedeni tekstovi, džepno izdanje. Ćesto je prelistavam, naročito onaj deo kada priča kako je sastavio ''E-street'' i deo kada su njegov dupli album di-džeji Nju Džerzija puštali na stanicama od početka do kraja. Moćan je, mada u Evropi nikada posebno nije bio istican.
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