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Poslao: 01 Jun 2006 18:08
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uh, ja reko imas nesto protiv pink floyda i wish you were here.. 
Dopuna: 01 Jun 2006 19:08
a, sta tu nije tako?
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Poslao: 13 Jun 2006 08:56
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:-)
Big Joe and Phantom 309
Written by Tommy Faile
well you see I happened to be back on the east coast
a few years back tryin' to make me a buck
like everybody else, well you know
times get hard and well I got down on my luck
and I got tired of just roamin' and bummin'
around, so I started thumbin' my way
back to my old hometown
you know I made quite a few miles
in the first couple of days, and I
figured I'd be home in a week if my
luck held out this way
but you know it was the third night
I got stranded, it was out at a cold lonely
crossroads, and as the rain came
pouring down, I was hungry, tired
freezin', caught myself a chill, but
it was just about that time that
the lights of an old semi topped the hill
you should of seen me smile when I
heard them air brakes come on, and
I climbed up in that cab where I
knew it'd be warm at the wheel
well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
the way he stuck out a big hand and
said with a grin "Big Joe's the name
and this here rig's called Phantom 309"
well I asked him why he called his
rig such a name, but he just turned to me
and said "Why son don't you know this here
rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why
there ain't a driver on this
or any other line for that matter
that's seen nothin' but the taillights of Big Joe
and Phantom 309"
So we rode and talked the better part of the night
and I told my stories and Joe told his and
I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
he pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
man that dashboard was lit like the old
Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck
until almost mysteriously, well it was the
lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight
Joe turned to me and said "I'm sorry son
but I'm afraid this is just as far as you go
You see I kinda gotta be makin' a turn
just up the road a piece," but I'll be
damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he
threw her in low and said "Go on in there
son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee
on Big Joe"
and when Joe and his rig pulled off into
the night, man in nothing flat they was
clean outa sight
so I walked into the old stop and
ordered me up a cup of mud sayin'
"Big Joe's settin' this dude up" but
it got so deathly quiet in that
place, you could of heard a pin drop
as the waiter's face turned kinda
pale, I said "What's the matter did
I say somethin' wrong?" I kinda
said with 8a half way grin. He said
"No son, you see It'll happen every
now and then. You see every driver in
here knows Big Joe, but let me
tell you what happened just 10 years
ago, yea it was 10 years ago
out there at that cold lonely crossroads
where you flagged Joe down, and
there was a whole bus load of kids
and they were just comin' from school
and they were right in the middle when
Joe topped the hill, and could
have been slaughtered except
Joe turned his wheels, and
he jacknifed, and went
into a skid, and folks around here
say he gave his life to save that bunch
of kids, and out there at that cold
lonely crossroads, well they say it
was the end of the line for
Big Joe and Phantom 309, but it's
funny you know, cause every now and then
yea every now and then, when the
moon's holdin' water, they say old Joe
will stop and give you a ride, and
just like you, some hitchhiker will be
comin' by"
"So here son," he said to me, "get
yourself another cup of coffee, it's on the
house, you see I want you to hang on
to that dime, yea you hang on to that
dime as a kind of souvenir, a
souvenir of Big Joe and Phantom 309"
:-)
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Poslao: 26 Jul 2006 02:50
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Kad ljubav izda
Kad ljubav izda, sva vrata se zatvore
prolece kasni, a ochi ne govore
Jednom se ljubi a ti razvenchavash se
prsten od zhelja bacash u oblake
Necu te kleti, vesela budi mi
nek ti od sunca budu svi putevi
neka ti ljubav moja nad snovima bdi
neka ti od ptica budu prozori...
Mirishu aprilske nocci
na tvoja bedra, medena
Ko li ih sada ljubi
ne bi mu zubi, ne bi mu zubi !
Svetlana ...
Ratne igre
Kad srushimo mostove
i kada pustimo macheve
pozhelim da su nashe igre,
ratne igre, bar malo nezhnije
Nije vazhno ko pochinje
uvek na kraju cutimo
Kad mnogo treba recci
a nema rechi, rechi za istinu
Nek sada ratne igre prestanu
jer vishe nicheg nema u tebi,
u meni
U mome srcu kishe padaju
u dushi veju crni snegovi
Ti uvek odvishe ponosna,
ja tvrdoglav kao noc
I ko ce koga prvi zvati,
ko kome dati ruke za dodire
I opet loshe se oseccam,
kruzhim kao zao vuk
Jer mnogo toga treba recci
a nema rechi, rechi za istinu...
Nek sada ratne igre prestanu !
jer vishe nicheg nema u tebi, u meni
U mome srcu kishe padaju,
u dushi veju crni snegovi ...
Jos samo ovu noc mi daj
Odlazi noc,
voze tramvaji
poslednju partiju
Nestajem,
nosi me vetar
k'o zgazhenu hartiju
Odlazi noc,
plashljive ochi,
sanjivo pitanje
Sachekaj da rasanim rechi,
sachekaj svitanje
Jednom kad noc probudi te,
kad ne bude vazhno k'o pre,
priseti se barem na tren,
jednom kad ne bude me...
Hej, jos samo ovu noc mi daj,
ne treba vishe
hej, i bice dovoljno
za kraj!
Umire noc,
poslednju zvezdu
skrivaju oblaci
Ne plashi se jednom kad snove
probude koraci ...
(Kerber)
Dopuna: 26 Jul 2006 3:50
Ena
Ja svoje loshe dane volim gristi sâm,
piti i lutati po krchmama,
Al' chesto stignem samo
do njenog pogleda
Ena je divna zhena, Ena dobro zna
da takvi dani svrshe s guzhvama,
Zato me zove k sebi
da bi mi pomogla
Ja, Ena, nisam tvoj sin
Zapamti to!
To mozhesh raditi s njim
- Za mene je vec kasno
Znam da bi Ena htjela da sam stalno njen
Valjda jer tako chesto nestanem
Ona me uvijek ima
u svojim mislima
A kad joj zhelim recci da je bolji kraj
od nashih bjegova i zasjeda,
Ena me samo gleda
i kazhe "ne ne ne
I ne idi bez kaputa
Pogledaj sve je bijelo,
zima je
I ne idi bez kaputa
Pogledaj sve je bijelo,
zima je"
Ja, Ena, nisam tvoj sin
Zapamti to
To mozhesh raditi s njim
Za mene je vec kasno
Ja, Ena, nisam tvoj sin ...
Proshlo je dugo vrijeme i daleki bijeg,
i mada nemam chak ni imena,
ja chesto sretnem Enu
u svojim snovima
Kad svoje loshe dane ovdje grizem sâm
i sretnem putnike po krchmama,
ja pitam da l' je znaju
i je li ponosna
Kazhu da jos je lijepa i da ima stav,
al' chesto chak i kad je vesela
opaze plavu sjenu
u crnim ochima...
Ja, Ena, nisam tvoj sin
Zapamti to
To mozhesh raditi s njim
Za mene je vec kasno
Ja, Ena, nisam tvoj sin...
Do mene nema puta
Pogledaj sve je bijelo,
zima je
Do mene nema puta ...
Ja, Ena, nisam tvoj sin
zapamti to ...
Do mene nema puta
(x3)
Do mene nema puta
Pogledaj sve je bijelo
zima je"
(Haustor)
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al zamalo 
... videla sam, sreccom... ili nesreccom... zapitala sam se da li slova na ovoj tastaturi ipak nisu samo izlizana, nego i pojedena od soli... i opet si mi bio maznuo neke pesme 
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