..when the music´s over..

četvrtak, 29.11.2007.

..2.soul kitchen..

..vec novi post..zasto?..svidja mi se ovo pisanje,na neki nacin..nerado priznajem..mozda bi trebo prestat stim glupostima..izbrisat sve to..neznam bas..

..Well, the clock says its time to close now
I guess Id better go now
Id really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go..

..vezo sam se za jednu osobu,jako..mogu rec da sam se zaljubio..bolestan osjecaj..nes mi govori da ce to otic u kurac,ubrzo..mozda mi je sam cudno,novo i nekak lijepo,neprihvatljivo..preuvelicavam stvari..radim probleme dje ih nema..kratko receno,serem bezveze..pa zaljubio sam se,jako..nezelim da pukne..ikad..to je vljda normalno..il opet..cudno..

..Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and Ill wander baby
Stumblin in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget..

..sretan sam..i volim ju..onaj njen smjeh,˝hihi˝..kad radi ˝onu˝ facu..kad rezi,da kad rezi..opet cudno..ma znam..sve je to cudno..sad,upravo,zelim bit snjom..previse trazim..imam sve a opet zelim vise..umisljeno,bahato,razmazeno..ne..nevjerujem..negledam to na taj nacin..samo sam se zaljubio..da..cudno..

..Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and Ill wander baby
Stumblin in the neon groves
Well the clock says its time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here
All night, all night, all night..

- 23:11 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #

..1.break on through(to the other side)..

..imao sam zelju..pocet pisat..neznam zasto..al opet,i neki osjecaj da ce mi bit zao..vjerovatno mi je samo dosadno..kad gledam,ovaj blog niko nece citat..nit ga posjetit..valjda mi je zato i zanimljivo..kao neki ludi dnevnik..nevjerujem,nevolim dnevnike..ma cudan sam ja stvor..pisem samo zato da bi jednog dana to mogo procitat,smijat se,valjda..

..to je bio kao neki uvod..priznajem,cudan..a kao ovo nije cudno sta upravo radim..nisam normalan..ocito..heh..cudan...

- 22:53 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #