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da li znate neka zanimljiva tumačenja nekih pesama? Ja znam onu,možda i najpoznatiju teoriju, o pesmi Hotel California od Eaglesa... On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

’this could be heaven or this could be hell’

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

 

Welcome to the hotel california

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the hotel california

Any time of year, you can find it here

 

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

 

So I called up the captain,

’please bring me my wine’

He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

 

Welcome to the hotel california

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They livin’ it up at the hotel california

What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

 

Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice

And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’

And in the master’s chambers,

They gathered for the feast

The stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can’t kill the beast

 

Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

’relax,’ said the night man,

We are programmed to receive.

You can checkout any time you like,

But you can never leave!

ovu pesmu mnogi tumače kao pesmu o satanizmu,tj. satanističkoj crkvi poznatoj pod nazivom Hotel California.Na omotu albuma vide se članovi benda i još dosta ljudi kako stoje ispred hotela na čijem prozoru se vidi crna silueta čoveka za koju se sumnja da pripada ili Alister Krouliju ili Anton LaVey-u. Dalje stihovi ''So I called up the captain,

’please bring me my wine’

He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’' se objašnjavaju time da je Crkva satane osnovana 1969 a vino označava krv Isusovu,pa...

''And in the master’s chambers,

They gathered for the feast

The stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can’t kill the beast'' Beast je navodno Kroulijev nadimak. ''You can checkout any time you like,

But you can never leave!'' kraj pesme se sasvim lepo uklapa u celu priču... Meni iskreno.ova priča deluje zanimljiva ali ne i nemoguća! Sve u svemu sjajna pesma :rolleyes:

 

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Dear diary, tonight will be our last

My hands are itching for razors

My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings

Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood

The hour approaches when I shall lay a nest inside of you

 

Sliced open I lay waste to my desires

Sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile

 

And in my dreams I hold your head beneath the waves

After you've died, I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck

You enter me in death's perpetual embrace

Skin tightens in the throes of lust

 

And in my dreams I cut your mouth from ear to ear

Dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room

How splendidly I carve into your tender heart

Shuddering between the sheets

 

For weeks I've watched you, perched above your sleeping form

As I caress your perfection

My angel, I'll tear your insides out

My mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones

I cannot subside 'til I have suckled every inch of you

 

Your features now glazed in your own blood

My fingers find home amongst your guts

 

And in my dreams I hold your head beneath the waves

After you've died, I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck

You enter me in death's perpetual embrace

Skin tightens in the throes of lust

 

And in my dreams I cut your mouth from ear to ear

Dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room

How splendidly I carve into your tender heart

Shuddering between the sheets

 

Whisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoils

We shall be intertwined, entangled in our love

Murder beckons as time stops with your voice

 

"I'll love you forever" -- and forever it shall be

The knives begin singing, they're weeping for your flesh

 

The pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mind

The rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your cries

With a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations

With a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting

The knives are crooning for this perfect end

 

For weeks I've watched you, perched above your sleeping form

As I caress your perfection

My angel, I'll tear your insides out

My mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones

I cannot subside 'til I have suckled every inch of you

 

I feel the fibers stretch and tear

Unbridled climax is achieved

I've waited so long for this moment

The euphoric act of suicide -- suicide!

 

Nije mi jasno... prica kako ce da je ubije... a na kraju - samoubistvo... mozda sam sebi prica?

Edited by Geozee

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Možda je podeljena ličnost, možda je opsednut nekom ribom pa je doživljava kao deo sebe, možda je do jaja zacopan u nju, a ona u njega nije, pa je ubije, pa onda sebe da bi bio s njom... Mnogo mogućnosti i svaka je gluplja od prethodne.

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Alice Cooper-Cold machines

 

I see you working at your station

Radiation burns my eyes

Love's forbidden so is passion

This whole place is sterilized

 

I just want to see tomorrow

Day by day to just survive

But this place is built to kill me

No one here gets out alive

 

I don't wanna be

I don't wanna be

Just a memory

I don't wanna be

I don't wanna be

Gone

 

You don't know my name

You don't know my number

You don't know my face at all

We walk right past each other

Every single day

Like cold machines

We're marching on and on and on and on and on

 

Got your thumb print always with me

Got your barcode memorized

They came here to electroshock me

But can they erase you from my mind?

 

I don't wanna be

I don't wanna be

Just a memory

I don't wanna be

I don't wanna be

Gone

 

You don't know my name

You don't know my number

You don't know my face at all

We walk right past each other

Every single day

Like cold machines

We're marching on and on and on and on and on

 

I don't wanna be

I don't wanna be

Just a memory

I don't wanna be

I don't wanna be

Gone

 

You don't know my name

You don't know my number

You don't know my face at all

We walk right past each other

Every single day

Like cold machines

We're marching on and on and on and on and on

 

 

 

govori otprilike o zahladjivanju odnosa nekadasnje velike nikad prestajuce ljubavi,tako bih ja makar ovo protumacio...

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Pick Up The Bones [5:02] - Brutal Planet, 2000

Collecting pieces of my family

In an old pillow case

This one has a skull

 

But it don't have a face

These look like the arms of father so strong

And the ring on this finger

 

Means my Grandma is gone

Here's some legs in a cloud

Where my sister once played

 

Here's some mud made of blood

And these teeth are decayed

The ear of my brother

 

The hand of a friend

And I just can't

Put them back together again

 

Pick up the bones

And set them on fire

Follow the smoke going higher and higher

Pick up the bones

And wish them goodnight

Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

 

There are stains on the floor

Where kitchen once stood

There are ribs on the fire place

Mixed with the wood

 

There are forces in the air

Ghosts in the wind

Some bullets in the back

And some scars on the skin

 

There were demons with guns

Who marched through this place

Killing everything that breathed

They're an inhuman race

 

There are holes in the walls

Bloody hair on the bricks

And the smell of this hell

Is making me sick

 

Pick up the bones

And set them on fire

Follow the smoke going higher and higher

Pick up the bones

And wish them goodnight

Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

 

Pick up the bones

And set them on fire

Follow the scope going higher and higher

Pick up the bones

And wish them goodnight

Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

 

Now maybe someday

The suns gonna shine

Flowers will bloom

And all will be fine

 

But nothing will grow

On this burnt cursive ground

Cuz the breathe of the death

Is the only sound

 

Ovaj tekst Alice Cooper je napisao pod utiskom onoga što je na CNN-u video o događajima na Kosovu. On tvrdi da ništa što spada u domen fantastike ne može da ga uplaši, već samo ono što ljudi rade jedni drugima. To je pakao na zemlji.

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ova za Pick up the bones ti je dobra :pivopije: I tekst se vidi da je pisan pod uticajem nekog snimka ekshumacije nekih tela.Ali ovaj deo: ''There were demons with guns

Who marched through this place

Killing everything that breathed

They're an inhuman race'' na koga li je mislio... :mrgreen:

 

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W.A.S.P. Neutron bomber He came from the east, they called him a beast

This king of terror insane

Neutron Ronnie, the people would whisper his name

Dangerous and man, a torch in his hand

Spreading fire by the light of the moon

Ooh, pyrotechnical wizard of doom

 

Oh no, here comes Ronnie

Ah the boy with the flame

All his life has been burning inside

Oh no no, here comes Ronnie

Ah the bomber's insane

Ah till he dies it'll burn in his eyes

 

A phantom so cool all midnight would rule

A molotov cocktail would reign

Babies screaming and house would go up in flames

When next goes Ronnie nobody knows

But inside him's where Lucifer hides

Ooh, he's the boy with the bombs at his side

 

Ooh no, here comes Ronnie

Ah the boy with the flame

All his life has been burning inside

Oh no no, here comes Ronnie

Ah the bomber's insane

 

pesma sa albuma Headless children gde je Blackie krenuo malo politički,pa ova pesma govori o Ronaldu Reganu i nuklearnom oružju

Edited by Jonathan_Steel

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da li znate neka zanimljiva tumačenja nekih pesama? Ja znam onu,možda i najpoznatiju teoriju, o pesmi Hotel California od Eaglesa... On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

’this could be heaven or this could be hell’

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

 

Welcome to the hotel california

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the hotel california

Any time of year, you can find it here

 

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

 

So I called up the captain,

’please bring me my wine’

He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

 

Welcome to the hotel california

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They livin’ it up at the hotel california

What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

 

Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice

And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’

And in the master’s chambers,

They gathered for the feast

The stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can’t kill the beast

 

Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

’relax,’ said the night man,

We are programmed to receive.

You can checkout any time you like,

But you can never leave!

ovu pesmu mnogi tumače kao pesmu o satanizmu,tj. satanističkoj crkvi poznatoj pod nazivom Hotel California.Na omotu albuma vide se članovi benda i još dosta ljudi kako stoje ispred hotela na čijem prozoru se vidi crna silueta čoveka za koju se sumnja da pripada ili Alister Krouliju ili Anton LaVey-u. Dalje stihovi ''So I called up the captain,

’please bring me my wine’

He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’' se objašnjavaju time da je Crkva satane osnovana 1969 a vino označava krv Isusovu,pa...

''And in the master’s chambers,

They gathered for the feast

The stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can’t kill the beast'' Beast je navodno Kroulijev nadimak. ''You can checkout any time you like,

But you can never leave!'' kraj pesme se sasvim lepo uklapa u celu priču... Meni iskreno.ova priča deluje zanimljiva ali ne i nemoguća! Sve u svemu sjajna pesma :rolleyes:

 

Hotel kalifornija predstavlja način života kojim su počeli da žive i iz koga teško mogu da izađu...

Kada su došli u Kaliforniju ( državu ) počeli su da žive načinom koji je opisan u pesmi postali su zarobljenici istog.

Život pun bogatstva ,lenčarenja, opijanja....Jednom rečiju kada jednom navikneš da živiš takvim životom nema nazad,gde god otišao. ( ''You can checkout any time you like,

But you can never leave!'' )

P.S.Jes da sam ga napisao možda malo nejasno pola 9 ujutru je imajte srca... :pivopije:

Edited by !!!SERAFIM!!

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Bal-Sagoth - The Dark Liege Of Chaos Is Unleashed...

 

[ALTARUS:] You must learn to control your spirit-form, Xerxes... for by

mastering the art of traversing the mists you may effortlessly travel to many

places, and many times. Countless secrets will be unlocked for you, and great

enlightenment shall be yours.

 

[XERXES:] Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above

all others, one era which occupies my thoughts unceasingly... What of the

clash between the Royal Army of Hyperborea and the Wraiths of the Chaos-Liege?

 

[ALTARUS:] Ah, yes... command the mists, Xerxes... gaze into their limitless

depths... compel them to show you that martial vista which you so fervently

seek.

 

[XERXES:] Yes... I see the massing forces, the battle is imminent! How splendid

the Imperial Army looks as it fronts the foe... into the fray they ride!

 

[Chapter 1: The Bloodying of the King]

[(The Armies of the Hyperborean Empire steadfastly engage the Horde of Wraiths)]

 

[THE KING:]

Imperial Cavalry... advance! RIDE THEM DOWN!

In to the fray! Demonstrate unforgettably the art of Hyperborean warcraft!

Spearmen, form into Omega Phalanx.

Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose.

Warriors, stand ready... Sound the clarion!

 

Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire...

Here we stand upon the Field of Blood...

Though this day we may die,

Our legend shall live forever.

 

[ALTARUS:] And the armies met upon the Field of Blood which stretched lifeless

before the aeon-veiled citadel which men called the Shrine of A'zura-Kai, a

mysterious and foreboding place steeped in ireful omens and legendary dread...

Aye, the carnage of that first clash was phenomenal. The Hyperborean Cavalry

tore gloriously into the foremost rank of the shadow-warriors, the enchantment

of the Crystal of Mera rendering the squamous pseudo-flesh of the wraiths

fully vulnerable to the steel of the royal legions. The king himself rode at

the forefront of the onslaught, his ensorcelled ebon blade hewing ten to the

left and cleaving ten to the right, his grim eyes gleaming beneath his

shimmering horned and plumed helm. The momentum of that first charge threw the

dark ones into shrieking disarray, and the vanguard of Chaos fell back before

the thundering resolve of the Imperial attack. But the baleful, poisoned

blades of the wraiths took their toll upon the Hyperborean horsemen. Raught by

leprous swords and spears, men and mounts fell screaming to the dusty earth,

where they were mercilessly rent and devoured by the slavering jaws of the

Chaos-Liege's minions. Aye, glorious was the courage of the royal warriors,

admirable was their mettle... for every Imperial Knight felled by the dark

ones, five wraiths met their deaths beneath the slaughterfall of royal steel.

And yet it was not enough. Like a slithering tide, the shadows engulfed the

cavalry, and the bloodied king ordered the Hyperboreans to ride clear and

regroup. Then, with volleys of shafts as their herald, and the Battle-Prayer

of Hyperborea upon their lips, the Imperial Guard marched into the ravening

embrace of the melee, and never in the grim and sanguineous history of battle

was there a clash to rival the slaughterous magnitude of that awesome

engagement...

 

[THE ARCH-WRAITH:]

Minions of Chaos, rend their flesh, crush their bones, devour their souls!

 

[Chapter 2: Havoc at the Shrine of A'zura-Kai]

 

[THE KING:]

Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming,

Meet them with cold steel a'cleaving,

Fall only when our hearts cease beating,

Men of Hyperborea.

 

[ALTARUS:] At the King's command, the clarion was sounded to move the

battle-hardened veterans of the Seventh Fen-lander Army into a flanking

position to unite with the remnants of the Royal Cavalry. Like a purifying

storm the allied Imperial forces clove into the wraiths to deal righteous

pattern-welded death unto their nighted foe. But at that moment, black terror

descended screaming from the twilight sky... howling swarms of winged fiends,

hurled forth from the malignant bosom of Lord Angsaar, soared razor-taloned

into the fray. Beseiged man-to-fiend upon the field, and harried from above by

the shrieking horrors of the Chaos-Liege, the Hyperborean Army began to

falter, and to fall. And lo, beholding the carnage, the King raised high in

his left hand the ancient Crystal of Mera, and in his right gauntlet he

brandished the Bane of Angsaar, the dread Shadow-Sword once wielded by the

Chaos-Liege's immortal nemesis... and he spoke aloud the terror-fraught and

aeon-swathed words of invocation which he alone had been audience to deep

within the shadow-haunted Mountains of the Dead...

 

[THE KING:]

By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword, I call forth the fury of the storm

to rend the massed legions of Chaos!

 

[ALTARUS:] And at the sound of his baleful Words of Power, the sky split wide in

fury, and searing tendrils of ruinous lightning lanced inexorably forth from

the heavens to rake and reave the massed hordes of Chaos...

 

[XERXES:] The fearful spells he had learned from the Mountain... did their

casting win the battle for the King's legions?

 

[ALTARUS:] The fiends were dealt a staggering blow by the sorcerous

incantations, the power of the spells inexplicably magnified by the

enchantments of the Crystal. The Wraiths were routed soundly by the elder

magics, fleeing the field howling their anathemas and maledictions against the

King, and the winged horrors fell seared and burning from the enraged sky. But

the twisted machinations of insidious Chaos had prepared for the King one

final blow in this dread confrontation... aye, the Chaos-Liege had reserved

his most heinous perpetration 'til the last...

 

[Chapter 3: The Awakening of Chaos]

 

[LORD ANGSAAR:]

Fly, my winged sentinel of the night,

Deliver unto me the Ninth Crystal of Power,

That I may at last be free once more...

 

Come then, mortal! Test that cursed blade of black steel against me if you

dare! O' great king, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath!

'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die!

 

[THE KING:]

For the eternal glory of Hyperborea!

 

[ALTARUS:] Striking from the swift darkening sky, Angsaar's Arch-Wraith, which

had been watching the battle with gleaming inhuman eyes, leaped to the attack

and smote the King, engulfing him in its ebon wings and driving its

steel-rending talons into his golden armour. And yet it was not the life of

the Royal Scion of Hyperborea which the fiend sought to take on that fateful

eve, but rather that which the King held tight in his gauntleted fist... the

Crystal of Mera. Wrenching the glimmering antediluvian jewel from its keeper,

the Arch-Wraith unfurled its leathern wings and soared into the deepening

gloom with a cacophonous cackle of victory, leaving the King to roar his ire

after the fleeing wraith.

 

[XERXES:] But what did Angsaar want of the Crystal? I know he battled his

immortal nemesis over possession of the mystic gems many aeons ago... but what

use would just one of the jewels be to him?

 

[ALTARUS:] After rising from his Chamber of Slumber, the Chaos-Liege's power was

direly depleted... and he was unable to venture beyond the obsidian walls of

his Citadel of Shadows, being compelled to control his wraiths and fiends to

undertake his diseased schemes on his behalf. When he ascertained that the

wizards of the Royal Court of Hyperborea held in their possession the Ninth

Jewel of the Galactic Confederation of Mera, the most powerful of all the

crystalline keys to the Psionic Epsilon Matrix, he began to formulate an

elaborate scheme which would gain him the gem and facilitate his liberation,

sundering his fetters and allowing him free reign to spread his vile influence

across the land once more. Utilizing to its fullest extent the dark art of

sorcerous mind-control. Angsaar succeeded in placing spies and traitors within

the King's Court, and thus set into motion a dark chain of events

treacherously crafted to bring the Armies of Hyperborea to battle at one

carefully predetermined place... the Shrine of A'zura-Kai... an ancient

citadel built over the site where, many thousands of years ago, one of the

Galactic Confederation's galaxy-spanning star-chariots was cast forcibly to

earth by the tempestuous skies of a powerful cosmic witch-storm... a place

where resultantly, the star-born energies of the Prime Crystal would be

magnified tenfold, if wielded in unison with the correct arcane incantations

which Angstaar alone knew...

 

[XERXES:] Then the battle, the defeat of the wraiths, all that had been merely a

ruse... a scheme implemented by the Chaos-Liege merely to realize his ultimate

ambition of the sundering of the mystic shackles?

 

[ALTARUS:] Aye... the Shrine would act as a portal, a gateway opened by the

power of the Crystal, a yawning aperture in the dimensional barrier through

which Angsaar could escape the incarceration of his Citadel at last. And as

the Arch-Wraith soared the night-winds on its return journey to its malign

master, the Prime Crystal clutched in its bloodied claws, the King knew as he

watched the Shrine of A'zura-Kai begin to glow with a great and ominous

sidereal luminescence, that he had on that battle-fraught eve defeated one

dreadful menace on the Field of Blood only to unleash an infinitely more

terrifying foe... But the Chaos-Liege had reckoned without the power of the

one thing he feared the most... the one thing which had the merest glimmering

hope of thwarting his dread scheme and restoring order to glorious

Hyperborea...

 

[XERXES:] Yes, the only chance... the last hope for victory...

 

[ALTARUS:] The Shadow-Sword. Evident once more was the fearsome

extra-dimensional intelligence linking the sword and the gem, the same

crystalline sentience which had guided the King to the mountainous resting

place of the ebon blade, and had shielded the presence of the sorcerous

immortal weapon from the dark one until it had been brought into play upon the

field of battle, that magical link placed within the Ninth Gem by the Immortal

if ever again the power of the Shadow-Sword should be needed to bring to bear

against Chaos! And with the Arch-Wraith disappearing into the massing dark,

that yard of fearsome black steel spoke once more to the King in the same long

dead tongue it had burned upon his mind deep within the Mountains of the Dead,

the essence of the Immortal mystically encased within the blade instructing

the Scion of Hyperborea to commit himself to one final, cataclysmic deed... a

deed which would end the aspirations of the Chaos-Liege forever, or plunge

Hyperborea and the kingdoms of the world into an endless abyss of eternal

suffering and a ravening maelstrom of limitless carnage and galactic terror...

 

[XERXES:] What was that deed? What could stop the Chaos-Liege? I must know the

outcome of this confrontation!

 

[ALTARUS:] The vista begins to darken... the mists once again weave their spell

to withold their timelost secrets. Practice your art, Xerxes... hone your

skills, and the final outcome of this epic tale shall soon be made known to

you...

 

Ova pesma govori o tome koliko je super biti tr00 barbaric nordic-thunder warrior of steel! :)

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Није метал, али су квалитетни лирици... Болесно дебилни...

 

Let3 - (Jedina, 2000) - PNNK

 

Pedere nabijam na kurac, a žene na kitu!

Skraćeno

Pnnk, a žnkt

Pedere nabijam na kurac, a žene na tuki!

Vrati se onda lađo moja odakle si došla.

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Ovaj text ima bas finu pozadinu! :)

 

Inace ''bend''(ako ga mozemo uopste tako nazvati) se zove BIRTIJA a pesma nosi naziv KAKO SI LEPA!Uzivajte i razmisljajte!

 

Ti si s one strane sanka

Ja sam ovde pijan kao majka

Buljim ti u dekolte

Hoce li sisa da ispadne

Naopako okreces prljave case ti

Jer kao si ih oprala, jer kao ciste su

A ja ti verujem jer bi da imam te

 

Svaka nova tura pica, sve si privlacnija

Svaka nova tura pica, sve si jebozovnija

Ko kaze da zena mora da cupa brkove

Ko kaze da ne mogu dobro da joj stoje

Kako si lepa ne mogu da verujem

 

I nije me briga sto nemas prednje zube ti

I nije me briga sta ces mi uraditi

Dal ces da me vezes za radijator

Ili cu se otrezniti ujutru

I videti kakav si gabor

 

Najlonka ti pukla

Lakom za nokte je zamazujes

Kad se sagnes po gajbu

Kafani bulju pokazujes

I nije mi jasno zasto me odbijas

Sta se desava sad i koji ti je sad

Zar ne osetis taj fluid izmedju nas

 

Kako si lepa

 

 

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Kom delu ako nije tajna..?

Pa ceo onaj deo izmedju pochetka i kraja...

 

Evo sluchajno naleteh na sajtich koji je za ovu temu...pishu ga fanovi, mozda i ima poneki pametan komentar...

 

 

Edit: Sve cheshche sam opasno glup, c,c,c. Ne znam, valjda onim getoiziranim....

 

Edited by matatrtaDgrejt

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  • 8 months later...

To je ko ona pomama na netu za tokio hotel pesmama,jer jadni klinci ne znaju na sta se odnosi tekst :)

Po meni je najbolja stvar sto mozes interpretirati tekst pesme na koji god hoces nacin i to je bas super stvar,a ne da ima jednodimenzionalno znacenje ipak je to nekako plitko,ne?

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Moja omiljena pesma, uvek se izgubim u moru njenih potencijalnih značenja, metafora i svega ostalog intrigantnog:

 

Anal Cunt - The Only Reason Men Talk To You Is Because They Want To Get Laid, You Stupid Fucking Cunt

 

 

You think you have a lot of male friends – you don’t

You think guys care when they ask for your opinion – they don’t

You think your best friend’s boyfriend doesn’t want to fuck you – he does

You thought the bartender was being nice to you when he gave you a free drink – he wasn’t

 

Your neighbor helped you move – he just wants to fuck you

Your boss bought you lunch – he just wants to fuck you

A guy bought you a drink – he just wants to fuck you

He asked you to go out for coffee – he just wants to fuck you

 

You think you’re one of the guys

You think you’re all good friends

You’re eventually going to get raped

You stupid fucking cunt

 

You stupid cunt [x6]

You’re a stupid fucking cunt

You stupid cunt [x6]

You’re a stupid fucking cunt

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Svako treba da svati pesmu na svoj nacin ali postoje neke stvari koje ne znamo u pojedinim pesmama npr

Metal church- litlle boy -bomba bacena na hiroshimu se zvala litlle boy

Anathema -one last goodbye-pesma nije ljubavna kako je svi smatraju nego je o smrti majke dvojice brace

 

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Po meni je najbolja stvar sto mozes interpretirati tekst pesme na koji god hoces nacin i to je bas super stvar,a ne da ima jednodimenzionalno znacenje ipak je to nekako plitko,ne?

 

E ljubi te čiča! :pivopije:

Baš ovo htedoh napisati.

 

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