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« Odgovor #15 poslato: 03.07.2006. 20:32 »

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 »

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 »

Eh, da, Dylan.  :wink:
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« Odgovor #18 poslato: 03.07.2006. 22:01 »

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 »

Citat: "morningstar"
Danas je 3.06. Moram napisati bar ovo

Nisam shvatio, zašto baš povodom datuma?

Citat: "Maarinaa"
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 Black

She 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 ...
Sačuvana

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« Odgovor #20 poslato: 04.07.2006. 11:09 »

Citat: Mizant
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.
« Poslednja izmena: 16.09.2007. 16:40 Plodni bizon » Sačuvana
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« Odgovor #21 poslato: 04.07.2006. 15:05 »

"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 »

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 »

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./
Sačuvana

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« Odgovor #24 poslato: 08.07.2006. 02:47 »

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 »

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.
Sačuvana

Ja sam udarac koji boli onog koji udara.
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« Odgovor #26 poslato: 09.07.2006. 13:18 »

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 »

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 »

jesi li skontala Billyevu spiku o ribama i umesto da peva L.A. woman, lik je ladno pevao N.S. Woman!!!  Cheesy
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« Odgovor #29 poslato: 14.07.2006. 00:24 »

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
Sačuvana
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