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« Odgovor #15 poslato: 03.07.2006. 20:32 » |
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Some of my favourites:
1. Stairway To Heaven (Led Zeppelin) 2. L.A. Woman (The Doors) 3. Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen) 4. Freebird (Lynyrd Skynyrd) 5. House Of The Rising Sun (The Animals) 6. Highway Star (Deep Purple) 7. Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd) 8. Like A Rolling Stone (Bob Dylan) 9. NIB (Black Sabbath) 10. November Rain (Guns 'n' Roses)
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« Odgovor #16 poslato: 03.07.2006. 20:34 » |
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Da i ja ostavim poneki tekst...
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Bob Dylan)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ? And where have you been my darling young one ? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ? And what did you see, my darling young one ? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? And what did you hear, my darling young one ? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ? Who did you meet, my darling young one ? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded and hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ? And what'll you do now my darling young one ? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my songs well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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« Odgovor #17 poslato: 03.07.2006. 21:40 » |
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Eh, da, Dylan. :wink:
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« Odgovor #18 poslato: 03.07.2006. 22:01 » |
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Danas je 3.06. Moram napisati bar ovo
Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings. The servants have the power Dog-men and their mean women Pulling poor blankets over Our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the tv Tower, I want roses in My garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies Must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal For the plant that's plowed.
They are waiting to take us into The severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful Comes death on a strange hour Unannounced, unplanned for Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've Brought to bed Death makes angels of us all And gives us wings Where we had shoulders Smooth as raven's Claws
No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best Until it's other jaw reveals incest And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go Prefer a feast of friends To the giant family.
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« Odgovor #19 poslato: 03.07.2006. 23:17 » |
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Danas je 3.06. Moram napisati bar ovo Nisam shvatio, zašto baš povodom datuma? Citala sam skoro u nekim novinama da ljudi sve vise i vise zapostavljaju domacu scenu. I da to dovodi u krizu nasu muziku pa je to i sam cin "ne biti Srbin" i ne ocuvavati domacu muziku vec slusati neke "bludne Amerikance". Vidiš, Marina, ja se trudim iz svih žila da prestanem biti Srbin, ali ne zapostavljam iz tog razloga domaću muziku (pretpostavljam da je taj tekst izašao ili u Nacionalu, ili u Kuriru, ili u Press-u, ili u nedeljniku Svedok). Ne slušam je iz razloga što u muzici najpre ne tražim poruku, jer poruku i savet i pouku mogu naći u knjigama, tamo im je mesto, i tamo ću naći relevantnije ljudi koji je mogu poslati. Dakle, ne moram slušati domaće pod uslovom da ih bolje razumem od stranaca, jer ne tražim da mi u pesmi iko išta kaže. Tek možda nešto bledo... ali nikakvu mudrost. Zatim, slušao sam nekud, a mislim da i mi dobro to primećujemo - da je srpski jezik slabe muzikalnosti, ili drugačije rečeno: ružno zvuči. Tako kombinovan jezik (mada je moguće napraviti sklop izuzetnih reči i tako postići veliki kvalitet i u zvučnosti jezika) ne obećava mi ono što ja tražim: a to je u nekom smislu ono "tra-la-la". I ne mislim da vredi ismevati takvu stvar. Naprosto, to je ono što od muzike očekujem i tražim. A to može zadovoljiti samo muzika na engleskom jeziku. Prilažem jednu pesmicu koju sam jutros puštao nekoliko puta... Uriah Heep - Lady in BlackShe came to me one morning One lonely sunday morning Her long hair flowing In the midwinter wind I know not how she found me For in darkness I was walking And destruction lay around me From a fight I could not win Ah ah ah ...
She asked me name my foe then I said the need within some men To fight and kill their brothers Without thought of love or god And I begged her give me horses To trample down my enemies So eager was my passion To devour this waste of life Ah ah ah ...
But she wouldnt think of battle that Reduces men to animals So easy to begin And yet impossible to end For shes the mother of our men Who counselled me so wisely then I feared to walk alone again And asked if she would stay Ah ah ah ...
Oh lady lend your hand outright And let me rest here at your side Have faith and trust In peace she said And filled my heart with life There is no strength in numbers Have no such misconception But when you need me Be assured I wont be far away Ah ah ah ...
Thus having spoke she turned away And though I found no words to say I stood and watched until I saw Her black coat disappear My labour is no easier But now I know Im not alone I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day And if one day she comes to you Drink deeply from her words so wise Take courage from her As your prize And say hello from me Ah ah ah ...
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« Odgovor #20 poslato: 04.07.2006. 11:09 » |
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Nisam shvatio, zašto baš povodom datuma? Jer je to dan kad je Jim Morrison umro... Ne slažem se da srpski jezik zvuči ružno, zar nemački zvuči bolje? A i to da je engleski postao `univerzalan` ne znači da najbolje zvuči. Meni se puno sviđa kako španski zvuči u pesmama. Pesme su pesme, nije bitno da li su napisane u knjizi ili neko ih peva, ali naravno to je moje mišljenje.
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« Odgovor #21 poslato: 04.07.2006. 15:05 » |
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"U MUZICI NE TRAZIM PORUKU" -Pesma predstavlja necija osecanja u datom trenutku, kada je pisao pesmu. Sto znaci da ona proizilazi iz tuge, srece, ironije... Svaka pesma nosi odredjenu poruku. Naravno tema pesme nije filozofskog karaktera jer onda ne bi trajala tri,cetiri minuta nego citav sat, pa samim tim ne bi ni bila pesma koju bi bas pozeleo da slusas.[/code]
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« Odgovor #22 poslato: 07.07.2006. 12:14 » |
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This is what I brought you. This you can keep. This is what I brought. You may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
This is what I brought you. This you can keep. This is what I brought. You may forget me. I promise you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
This is what I thought, I thought you’d need me. This is what I thought, so think me naive. I'd promise you a heart, you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to...sleep.
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« Odgovor #23 poslato: 08.07.2006. 02:38 » |
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CHRIS ISAAK -Wicked Game
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you no,
No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart) (This world is only gonna break your heart)
/Nobody loves no one./
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« Odgovor #24 poslato: 08.07.2006. 02:47 » |
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Hteo sam tu pesmu da kopiram ovih dana. Slušao sam je i zaboravio da postavim, a nameravao. Jedna od onih koje me odvuku na jedno čudnovato mesto... Do đavola, zaista imam opsesivne misli...
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« Odgovor #25 poslato: 09.07.2006. 04:43 » |
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MISFITS - Runaway
As I walk along, I wonder what went wrong, With our love, a love that was so strong. And as I still walk on, I think of the things we've done Together, while our hearts were young.
I'm walkin' in the rain, Tears are fallin' and I feel the pain, Wishin' you were here by me, To end this misery And I wonder I wonder, Why, Why she ran away, Yes, and I wonder, where she will stay, My little runaway, Run, run, run, run, runaway.
I'm walkin' in the rain, Tears are fallin' and I feel the pain, Wishin' you were here by me, To end this misery And I wonder I wonder, Why, Why she ran away, I wonder, where she will stay, My little runaway, Run, run, run, run, runaway. Run, run, run, run, runaway. Run, run, run, run, runaway.
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« Odgovor #26 poslato: 09.07.2006. 13:18 » |
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da li neko od vas kapira NU Blues ili bilo sta od bluza ( delta, chichago.... )? U slucaju da da, The Black Keys, toplo preporucujem. Prljavi, bezobrazni i resh peceni blues.... :wink:
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« Odgovor #27 poslato: 11.07.2006. 13:08 » |
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Sve, sve ali BILLY IDOL je car. Ne znam da li ste gledali na tv-u?! Ja sam bila u prvim redovima i mogu reci, osim sto strava izgleda da odlicno peva. Nisam verovala da cu ikada cuti tog coveka uzivo. Mnogo bolje zvuci nego na snimcima. Dok je naravno HIM bio ocajan!!!!! A Pet Shop Boys su se dosta potrudili oko scenskog nastupa.
I ako mogu samo nesto da predlozim. Kada bude snimak RAMBA AMADEUSA oobavezno gledajte. TAj covek je izlupao tolike gluposti......izvredjao i politicare i organizatore exita. Publika nije mogla da stoji od silnog smeha!!!
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« Odgovor #28 poslato: 11.07.2006. 13:50 » |
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jesi li skontala Billyevu spiku o ribama i umesto da peva L.A. woman, lik je ladno pevao N.S. Woman!!! 
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« Odgovor #29 poslato: 14.07.2006. 00:24 » |
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Ðorđe Balašević - Živeti slobodno
Davno ti je vrag zaseo na prag, zemljo Srbijo Niko ziv se ne seca tolikih nesreca za jednog vezira Oko tebe komsije podizu bedeme jeda i prezira Tog jos nije bilo Ludama je milo Ostale je stid Crne hronike i harmonike Sitan rock&roll Bajke da na kraju ponajbolji ostaju vise ne prolaze S tamne strane globusa bolje se vidi da Najbolji odlaze Plocnici Toronta Oci boje fronta Lozinka svih nas Na sta se prica svodi? Parole o slobodi Setaci-preletaci? Slaba potpora Nije to glava-pismo Ili jesmo ili nismo? Ovo srce bubnja vecni tam-tam otpora:
Ziveti slobodno Svetom se oriti Okicen perom sokola Za urok protiv okova Ziveti slobodno Pesmom pokoriti Tvoj steg na svakom gradu je gde ti se neko raduje Probati jug ko zrno grozđa sa dlana bogorodice Liznuti so sa onog gvozđa za koje vezu brodice Slusati vetre kako gude u bele stepske jasene Zajtiti vode koje bude gene u nama spasene
Cim se pomene fantom promene sevnu slemovi Zali boze matore, oni se zatvore cim gazde podviknu Upiru se deca da rođene oceve od lazi odviknu Sta na kraju bidne? Putnici za Sidnej, izlaz taj i taj Dokle, bre, da nas voza zli carobnjak iz Oza? Dokle taj glupi dzoker: Cuti, dobro je
Ma, citav plen da skupe, pa ne mogu da vas kupe Da vam mladost kao sitan kusur odbroje
Ziveti slobodno Svetom se oriti Okicen perom sokola, za urok protiv okova Ziveti slobodno Pesmom pokoriti Tvoj steg na svakom gradu je gde ti se neko raduje Svako je jutro novo usce Poteci kao recica. Neka se trnje plete gusce Nebo je tvoja precica I zdrobi lazne dijamante ko ljusku supljeg oraha Nek bulevari sveta pamte muziku tvojih koraka
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