Just trying to stay positive...

Cos this world swallows souls
And when the blues unfold
It gets cold silence burns holes
You're going mad
Perhaps you always were
But when things was good you just didn't care
This is called irony
When you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen
The dark shit's unwrapping
But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating
Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
So smoke another draw
It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
Rain taps on your window
Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
You're on your own now
Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone
Weed becomes a chore
You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack

Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive

Feels nice and still
Good thing about brown is it always will
It's easy, no-one blames you
It's that world out there that's fucked you
You're no less of a person and if God exists
He still loves you
Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from that brink
Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more fitting
But who's picking?
Searching for yourself you find demons
Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman
Cos your the same as I am
We all need our fellow man
We all need our samaritan.
Maybe I'm better looking than you tho
Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.
Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer than my world
And your happyness will uncurl

Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive

Stop dreaming
People who say that are blaspheming
They're doing nine to five and moaning
And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it
And you idols - who are they?
They too dreamt about their day
Positive steps will see your goals.
Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.
I aint helping you climb the ladder
I'm busy climbing mine.
That's how it's been since the dawn of time
If you reach a cul-de-sac
The world turns it's back
This is you zone, it's like blackjack
He might get the ace or the top one
So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have fucked him son
And for that you'll be the better one
One last thing before you go though
When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero
But never forget today. you could be back here
Things can stray
What if you see me in that window?
You won't help me I know.
That's cool, just keep walking where you go.
Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you aint lightweight
And go see your mates
And when they don't look happy
Play them this tape

Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive

I hope you understand me
Just trying to stay positive
I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either
This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world
But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling
Your bird might fuck off or you might loose your job
It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel much more important to you
So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that things are cool in your world
Respect to BC
Positivity
Positivity

Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive

First they ignore you,
then they laugh at you,
then they fight you,
then you win.

I love New York

I don't like cities, but I like New York
Other places make me feel like a dork
Los Angeles is for people who sleep
Paris and London, baby you can keep

Baby you can keep

Other cities always make me mad
Other places always make me sad
No other city ever made me glad
Except New York
I love New York
I love New York
I love New York

If you don't like my attitude, then you can F-off
Just go to Texas, isn't that where they golf?
New York is not for little pussies who scream
If you can't stand the heat, then get off my street

Get off my street

The Lizard King

...Lutajuci po vasim blogovima, ugledah Nidzin komentar za Doors-e koji me je naravno zagolicao i podsetio na neprevazidjenu zvezdu svog vremena, coveka koji je bio obelezje citavih generacija, onaj kome su se klanjali i kome se i dan danas dive, thy one and thy only-Jim Morrison
Malo je bacen u senku vremena, no mi smo tu da ozivimo njegove stihove, njegove ideje i stremljenja! Toliki um, toliki kosmopolita, a covek koji je istovremeno toliko uzivao i toliko patio...

"That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act- and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession." -- Jim Morrison

A pain that I'm used to :(((

I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control

Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul

I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

Quiero anunciar...(MUY IMPORTANTE)

Ovim putem javljam svim dragim ljudima (cije brojeve ja naravno ne znam napamet) da mi se u narednih nedelju do dve dana ne javljaju na 063 broj jer su mi, verovali ili ne, juce ukrali telefon! Nadam se da cu uspeti da povratim svoj broj ali vase kontakte nikad :(( osim ako mi se ljudi ne jave... Iz razumljivih razloga necu ovde postavljati novi broj, stoga ko god zeli nek mi se javi na mail pa ce dobije :)) Bas me je poterao neki maler u poslednjih nedelju dana, ne znam kako ne znam zasto. No sutra je novi dan :) haha kakav optimizam, i to od mene...od koga li je, i dosta je ;)

BE WITH ME

Be with me my beloved love
so that my smile may not fade.

3 Libras

Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back

A name in your recollection down among a million same

Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over

When I’ve looked right through to see you naked but oblivious

And you don’t see me

But I threw you the obvious just to see

If there’s more behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy

Here I am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded

But I see see through it all see through and see you

Cause I threw you the obvious to see

What occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy

Oh well apparently nothing, apparently nothing at all

You don’t see me you don’t see me at all

FESTovski zivot...ali bukvalno :-P

…Mogla bih samu sebe nazvati FESTMEN-om : ))

Jeje pa da “Svi su na FEST-u”…Prosek mi je, recimo, dva filma po danu…sto je, mora se priznati, pohvalno :P

Elem, dobra stvar je: sto je odabir filmova ove godine na zavidnom nivou i mnogo se popravio u odnosu na nekoliko prethodnih, puno autorskih osvarenja, manje holivudskih senzacija…puno lepih i zanimljivih ljudi koji se tu motaju : ))
Lose strane: sto je organizacija bedna, za vreme samog festivala nema teorije dobiti program-onaj sa malo bogatijim sadrzajem, niti ga je bilo dve nedelje pred pocetak istog!!
Druga stvar, nije mi jasno zasto je u DOB-u na momente ledeno-dobro pravdali su se da nije radilo grejanje…ajde popravice to :P, a na momente uzasno vruce….isto stanje i u DKC-u…

Sto se mojih utisaka tice, dosadasnjih 30% odgledanih fimova je razocaralo, dok je ostatak odusevio! Za sada najjaci je utisak na mene ostavio cilenaski film, mladog autora Matijasa Bize-a, vrlo provokatvnog naslova “En la cama”-ili kod nas, u prevodu “U postelji” (zvuci jos primamljivije : )) Veceras na programu jedan portugalski i drugi ruski….We’ll see….

p.s. “Ti ides na FEST”(1999) ? ;)

I'm waiting for the night to fall, I know that it will save us all...

Koliko duboko treba da potones da bi spoznao granice svog mracnog uma? Da li je padanje isto sto i letenje? Mrak, tisina, noc-jedini spas

Nocas su me pohodili mrtvi
Nova groblja i vekovi stari,
Prilazili k meni kao zrtvi,
Kao boji prolaznosti stvari.

Nocas su me pohodila mora,
Sva usahla, bez vala i pene,
Mrtav vetar duvao je s' gora,
Trudio se svemir da pokrene.

Nocas me je pohodila sreca
Mrtvih dusa i san mrtve ruze,
Nocas bila sva mrtva proleca
I mirisi mrtvi svuda kruze.

Nocas ljubav dolazika k' meni
Mrtva ljubav iz sviju vremena,
Zaljubljeni, smrcu zagrljeni
Pod poljupcem mrtvih uspomena.

I sve sto je postojalo ikad,
Svoju senku sve sto imadjase,
Sve sto vise javiti se nikad-
Nikad nece, meni dohodjase.

Tu su bili mrtvi oblaci,
Mrtvo vreme s' istorijom dana,
Tu su bili poginuli zraci;
SVU SELENU PRITISNU NIRVANA.

I nirvana imala je tada
Pogled koji nema ljudsko oko
Bez oblika, bez srece, bez jada,
Pogled mrtav i prazan duboko

I taj pogled ko kam' da je neki
Padao je na mene i snove
Na buducnost, na prostor daleki,
Na ideje, i sve misli nove.

Nocas su me pohodili mrtvi
nova groblja i vekovi stari,
prilazili k meni kao zrtvi,
kao boji prolaznosti stvari.

…I pitam se kuda ide ovaj svet

Dovoljno isprovocirana nadjoh se pred nimalo lakim zadatkom; mozete osuditi moje misljenje, mozete ga odbaciti, ali ja cvrsto ostajem pri njemu…

Naime, uzasno retko gledam tv, ali desava se da kad ga ukljucim, zaustavim se na kanalu one ruzicaste televizije, sto neko jednom rece, sa pljuvackom u desnom gornjem uglu! E i bas na toj televiziji gledam i ne mogu da verujem svojim ocima da postoji nesto sto se zove “Zvezde granda”. Deca uzrasta 3-6 godina na udiciji za “male narodnjacke pevace” bore se za svoje mesto pod suncem…God damn, vec sam spominjala uticaj medija u raznoraznim kontekstima a narocito razarajuci uticaj pinkovske televizije i propagandu utra kitch kulture…i opet ne mogu da poverujem da postoje roditelji koji ce poslati svoju decu na takvu jednu audiciju. Zar moramo da pokleknemo pred cinejnicom da je vise od polovine naseg stanovnista seljacko, neobrazovano i primitivno! God damn…suvise deprimira. U razgovoru sa svojom mladjanom drugaricom, otrkivam da u uzrastu od 14 godina, sto bi bio osmi razred osnovne (heh davno bese:) niko iz njenog okruzenja ne slusa kvalitetnu muziku! S druge strane, ona je darkerka, odbacena od strane svoje okoline, bas zato sto je drugacija. Ali ostavimo nju po strani…zapitajmo se samo kakvo ce stanje biti za dve, tri, deset godina! Da li postoji spas za ovu zemlju>za ovo vreme opsteg kulturnog ponora>da li ima nade…??

Ok muzika nije sve sto cini coveka, ali ga na veliki nacin odreduje. Odredjuje njegovu licnost, njegova razmisljanja, u velikoj meri njegov ukus za druge vidove umetnosti i aspekte zivota…Smatram da se u adolescentskom periodu formira upravo taj licni ukus i daje licni pecat nekom izgradjivanju licnosti. Opet, kad pogledam, vecina moje generacije je i dalje u shity records fazonu, pink fazonu, kako gog hocete, lukas i tako dalje… Da li ce se oni promeniti, da li za njih ima nade, sa gorcinom u stomaku sumnjam u tako nesto…ali oni misle da im je super, tj verovatno im i jeste super, no zauvek ce im mozgovi ostati suzeni i pogledi ograniceni. Dobro, znam da zvucim uzasno pesmimisticno, ali ako do ovih godina nisi donekle izgradio svoj ukus za lepo, tesko ces ga kasnije popraviti…

Elem, treba li biti deo mase, ili biti odbacen od celog sveta ali ipak biti svoj, poseban!!?? Treba li se dopasti sebi ili drugima?!? Lepo je O. Wilde jednom rekao: “Imam najprostiji moguci ukus, zadovoljan sam najboljim!”

Da zakljucim:

Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand,
Life's no ordeal if you come to terms,
Reject the system dictating the norms

From dehumanization to arms production,
To hasten this nation towards its destruction,
It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice,
Peace or annihilation

Imagine-John Lennon

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

najlepsa utopija ikad napisana...

:(((((((((((....i svetlo na kraju tunela : )

NE-konacni odgovor je bas taj, Dave, Martin i Andrew nas nazalost NECE udostojiti svojom posetom u Beogradu….a razlog tome-pa zar bas fucking Stonsi?!? Naime, sve je bilo dogovreno, ali kako su Stonsi pomerili datum svog koncerta, ispostavilo se da bi se dva spektakla odigrala u svega dve nedelje, na sta je Depeche prokomentarisao da Beograd ipak realno ne moze da napuni takva dva koncerta za tako kratko vreme. Jeste da uglavnom ljudi ne slusaju istovremeno ove dve grupe, medjutim vecina njih bi otisla zbog samog dogadjaja, odnosno spektakla. Peticija na netu je profunkcionaisala, ali sumnjam da ce imati efekta! No ima nade…pare u rucice pa put Zagreba, Ljubljane ili Budimpeste…ko voli, nek’ izvoli…stoga sledi i ovaj prilog…

Depeche Mode

21/03/2006. 20:00 - 12/06/2006.
Pop, rock

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Depeche Mode concert
21st March 2006 Papp László Budapest Sportarena

12th June 2006 Puskás Ferenc Stadion

DEPECHE MODE, one of the most influential and enduring acts of the modern music era, returned with a new album in late October on Mute/Reprise and a world tour launching in the U.S. that same month. DAVE GAHAN, MARTIN GORE and ANDREW FLETCHER traveled to Dusseldorf, Germany (June 16) to meet with fans and media from around the world to announce plans for their massive 2005-2006 world tour. The band last toured in 2001, playing an incredible 85 shows to nearly two million people.

For the much-anticipated new album, DEPECHE MODE joined forces for the first time with producer Ben Hillier (Doves, Blur). It was recorded in Santa Barbara and New York, with mixing now in progress in London. The as-yet-untitled album follows the band’s May 2001 acclaimed studio release EXCITER. Selling more than 2.6 million copies around the world, it was described by USA TODAY’s Elysa Gardner as “…the earthiest and most futuristic song cycle the group has released yet, folding acoustic and electronic orchestration into gorgeous sonic landscapes. The graceful, pulsating 'Dream On' may be the finest single that songwriter Martin Gore has crafted since 1990's 'Enjoy The Silence.' The delicately soulful 'Freelove' and 'Shine' are lovelier still, showcasing Dave Gahan's most tender, confident singing to date” (5/15/2001). Last year DEPECHE MODE released the REMIXES 81-04 collection, which sold over a million copies worldwide and featured the single, a new remix of the group’s classic “Enjoy The Silence.”

One of the biggest bands in the world today, renowned for their groundbreaking live shows, this new DEPECHE MODE tour will undoubtedly be one of the musical highlights of the 2005-2006 concert season. The six-week, 25-date U.S. tour will kick-off in late October (details of which will be announced in the coming months) before heading to Europe in 2006. Their 55 European dates span a host of countries including Germany, England, Switzerland, Poland, France and Italy. The overseas trek kicks off in Germany in January 2006 and ends at London’s Wembley Arena in early April.

Where the wild roses grow

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day


On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?'

On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Protect me from what I want

It’s that desease of the age
It’s that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home

Corporate america wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home

Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me

Maybe we’re victims of fate
Remember when we’d celebrate
We’d drink and get high until late
And now we’re all alone

Wedding bells ain’t gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we’re all alone

Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me

Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me