Koji je najjeziviji stih koji ste ikad pročitali?

Gledao sam jučer NU2 s Antom Tomićem, pa me jedna njegova potakla na razmišljanje o ovoj temi.
Nije da ga kopiram, ali nakon kraćeg razmišljanja moj prijedlog je:

Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bread on him to practice my aim
My brother's rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head

Uvijek mi krv poteče tik ispod kože kad ovo čujem.
Možda je to zbog hrabrosti, mašte i lakoće s kojom se pjesnik poigrava fenomenom smrti. Kod svih drugih strah od smrti paralizira sve procese, ali Johnny Cash baš tu zablista.

A D R I E N

Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête !
Reviens !

La boule de neige
que tu m'avais jetée
à Chamonix
l'hiver dernier
je l'ai gardée
Elle est sur la cheminée
près de la couronne de mariée
de feu ma pauvre mère
qui mourut assassinée
par défunt mon père
qui mourut guillotiné
un triste matin d'hiver
ou de printemps...
Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête !
Reviens !
j'ai eu des torts j'en conviens
je suis restée de longues années
sans rentrer
à la maison
Mais je te l'ai toujours caché
c'est que j'étais en prison !
J'ai eu des torts j'en conviens
souvent je battais le chien
mais je t'aimais bien !...
Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête !
Reviens !
Et Brin d'osier
ton petit fox-terrier
qui est crevé
la semaine dernière
je l'ai gardé !
Il est dans le frigidaire
et quand parfois j'ouvre la porte
pour prendre de la bière
je vois la pauvre bête morte
ca me désespère!
Pourtant c'est moi qui l'ai fait
un soir pour passer le temps
en t'attendant...
Adrien ne fais pas la mauvaise tête !
reviens !
De la tour Saint-Jacques
je me suis jetée
avant-hier
je me suis tuée
à cause de toi
Hier on m'a enterrée
dans un très joli cimetière
et je pensais à toi
Et ce soit je suis revenue
dans l'appartement
où tu te promenais nu
du temps que j'étais vivante
et je t'attends...
Adrien ne fais pas la mauvaise tête !
Reviens !
J'ai eu des torts j'en conviens
je suis restée de longues années
sans rentrer à la maison
Mais je te l'ai toujours caché
c'est que j'étais en prison !
J'ai eu des torts, j'en conviens
souvent je battais le chien
mais je t'aimais bien !...
Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête !
Reviens !


Jacques Prévert, Histoires.

DanicaV

A D R I E N

Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête !
Reviens !

Nema prepjeva?

DanicaV

Et Brin d'osier
ton petit fox-terrier
qui est crevé
la semaine dernière
je l'ai gardé !
Il est dans le frigidaire
et quand parfois j'ouvre la porte
pour prendre de la bière
je vois la pauvre bête morte
ca me désespère!
Pourtant c'est moi qui l'ai fait
un soir pour passer le temps
en t'attendant...

Meni je od svega u pjesmi najjezivjie ovo.
Mozda i sa mnom nesto nije u redu?

Cijeli album Dream Theater - Scenes From A Memorry, album jr toliko dobra cjelina da ne bi bilo dobro bilo što izdvajati...

ADRIAN

Adriane, ne duri se!
Vrati se!
Adriane, ne duri se!
Vrati se!

Gruda snijega
koju si bacio na mene u Chamonix-u
prošle zime,
sačuvala sam ju.
Eno je na kaminu,
pored svadbenog vijenca moje pokojne majke,
koju je ubio moj pokojni otac,
a koji je giljotiniran jednog tužnog zimskog jutra
... ili proljetnog...
Griješila sam, priznajem,
znala sam otati duge godine
ne vraćajući se kući.
Ali, nikad ti nisam rekla da je to zbog tog
jer sam bila u zatvoru!
Griješila sam, priznajem,
često sam tukla psa,
ali sam te voljela.

Adriane, ne duri se!
Vrati se!
I Vrbova Grana
(tvoj mali foksterijer),
koji je krepao prošlog tjedna,
sačuvala sam ga!
Eno ga u hladnjaku,
i ponekad kad otvorim vrata
(da uzmem pivo)
ugledam jadnu životinju..
i to me jako rastuži!

A ipak, to sam ja učinila,
jedne večeri - da skratim vrijeme,
dok sam te čekala...

Adriane, ne duri se!
Vrati se!

S vrha kule St Jacques
bacila sam se
prekjučer,
zbog tebe sam se ubila!

Jučer su me zakopali
na jednom divnom groblju,
i mislila sam na tebe.

I večeras sam se vratila u sobu
po kojoj si često šetao gol,
u vrijeme dok sam još bila živa,
i čekala te.

Adriane, ne duri se!
Vrati se!
U redu, griješila sam,
duge godine nisam se vraćala kući,
ali sam ti uvijek krila
da je to zbog tog što sam bila u zatvoru!

Griješila sam, priznajem,
često sam tukla psa,
ali sam te voljela!

Adriane, ne duri se!
Vrati se!

Gledo sam te sinoć. U snu. Tužnu. Mrtvu.
U dvorani kobnoj, u idili cvijeća,
Na visokom odru, u agoniji svijeća,
Gotov da ti predam život kao žrtvu.

Nisam plako. Nisam. Zapanjen sam stao
U dvorani kobnoj, punoj smrti krasne,
Sumnjajući da su tamne oči jasne
Odakle mi nekad bolji život sjao.

Sve baš, sve je mrtvo: oči, dah i ruke,
Sve što očajanjem htjedoh da oživim
U slijepoj stravi i u strasti muke,

U dvorani kobnoj, mislima u sivim.
Samo kosa tvoja još je bila živa,
Pa mi reče: Miruj! U smrti se sniva.

Antun Gustav Matoš, 1906.

Ne znam kako mi je bolja, na papiru ili uglazbljena...

"ne okreći se,sine..."

Utjeha kose mi je nekako isfurana...

Evil Poodingh

Cijeli album Dream Theater - Scenes From A Memorry, album jr toliko dobra cjelina da ne bi bilo dobro bilo što izdvajati...

Čula za album, ali ga nikad nisam imala prilike poslušati, prijatelj mi je rekao da je to nešto najstrašnije za slušati u mračnoj sobi...

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Gledao sam jučer NU2 s Antom Tomićem, pa me jedna njegova potakla na razmišljanje o ovoj temi.
Nije da ga kopiram, ali nakon kraćeg razmišljanja moj prijedlog je...

Aum, neam pojma. "Reče gavran: Nikad više" ??? Basically, nikad i nisam tekstove pjesama dijelila na "jezive", "ljubavne" i sl.
Pamtim samo one koji dobro leže na jeziku i lijepo silaze s njega (jedna od najgorih profesionalnih deformacija - izražajno čitanje...)

Jeff Murdock

DanicaV

Et Brin d'osier
ton petit fox-terrier
qui est crevé
la semaine dernière
je l'ai gardé !
Il est dans le frigidaire
et quand parfois j'ouvre la porte
pour prendre de la bière
je vois la pauvre bête morte
ca me désespère!
Pourtant c'est moi qui l'ai fait
un soir pour passer le temps
en t'attendant...

Meni je od svega u pjesmi najjezivjie ovo.
Mozda i sa mnom nesto nije u redu?

Slažem se s tobom. Ali svejedno ima neke ljepote.......

Moram priznati da sam davila ljude u srednjoj školi tom pjesmom........

DanicaV

Jeff Murdock

DanicaV

Et Brin d'osier
ton petit fox-terrier
qui est crevé
la semaine dernière
je l'ai gardé !
Il est dans le frigidaire
et quand parfois j'ouvre la porte
pour prendre de la bière
je vois la pauvre bête morte
ca me désespère!
Pourtant c'est moi qui l'ai fait
un soir pour passer le temps
en t'attendant...

Meni je od svega u pjesmi najjezivjie ovo.
Mozda i sa mnom nesto nije u redu?

Slažem se s tobom. Ali svejedno ima neke ljepote.......

Pjesma je predivna, koliko god mracna bila.

Jeff Murdock

Pjesma je predivna, koliko god mracna bila.

Upravo tako. Obično čitam prozu, ali kada sam je ja, ničim izazvana osim tom užasnom ljepotom, naučila recitirati, onda stvarno.....

Ima još nekoliko Prevertovih pjesama koje znam, ali su dosta blaže (npr. Protiv moje volje..... - to mi dođe kao životni moto).
U srednjoj smo obrađivali jednu Handkeovu pjesmu u prozi koju baš ne znam napamet, ali ju često čitam: Promjene u toku dana. Ok, Handke je kod nas sad malo nepodoban, ali njegovi stavovi su njegova privatna stvar, a pjesme su predivne.

Foggy Dew

It was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men,
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, nor battle drum,
Did sound out its dread tattoo.
But the angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell,
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out the flag of war.
It was better to die 'neath an Irish sky,
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of royal Meath,
Strong men came hurrying through,
While Britannia’s Huns with their long-range guns,
Sailed in by the foggy dew.

It was England bade our Wild Geese go,
That small nations might be free.
But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves
On the fringe of the great North Sea.
Oh had they died by Pearse’s side
Or had fought with Cathal Brugha,
Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep,
‘Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

But the bravest fell and the solemn bell,
Rang mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springtime of the year.
The world did gaze in deep amaze,
At those stout hearted men but few,
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light,
Might shine through the foggy dew.

Back through the glen I rode again,
My heart with grief was sore.
For I parted with those valiant men,
I never will see no more,
And to and fro in my dreams I will go,
I’ll kneel and I’ll pray for you,
Oh slavery fled, you rebel dead,
When you fell in the foggy dew.

Ovo je jedna Irska borbena pjesma. Stvarno sam se najezio kad sam ju cuo...

na nadgrobnom spomeniku:
"ovdje ležim ja, a čitaš ti.
bilo bi puno bolje da je obrnuto"

i nek netko kaže da pokojnici nemaju smisla za humor, pa makar i crni...

2Pac "Starin' Through My Rear View"


Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?
Starin...

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)

(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers

Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz
be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?
Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the, truest
Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview
Half you, is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through
Starin at the world through my rearview

Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches

Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)

(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly -
and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die

Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned
in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview

Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin
The world, the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
and what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more
The world is a game to be played
So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't

Starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be

Kurt Cobain: Paper cuts
....
Black windows are paint
I scratch with my nails
I see others just like me
Why do they not try escape?

They bring out the older ones
They point at my way
The older ones come with lights
And take my family away

And very later I have learned
To accept some friends of ridicule
My whole existence was for your amusement
And that is why I'm here with you!

uhm...ne znam.

"...don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you, you're too wonderfull to die" ? možda...

Stagger Lee (Nick Cave)

It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee

He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that
Stagger Lee

His woman threw him out in the ice and snow
And told him, "Never ever come back no more"
Stagger Lee

So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood
Stagger Lee

He said "Mr Motherfucker, you know who I am"
The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"
To Stagger Lee

He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
Mr. Stagger Lee

Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way
And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day"
Mr Stagger Lee

Well those were the last words that the barkeep said
'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head

Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town

She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
With Stagger Lee

She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherfucker's head"
She said, "You ain't look like you scored in quite a time.
Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"
Mr. Stagger Lee

"But there's something I have to say before you begin
You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,
Mr. Stagger Lee"

"I'll stay here till Billy comes in, till time comes to pass
And furthermore I'll fuck Billy in his motherfucking ass"
Said Stagger Lee

"I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole"
Said Stagger Lee

Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and he says, "You must be
That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
Stagger Lee

"Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees
And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead"
Said Stagger Lee

Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head
And Stag filled him full of lead
Oh yeah.


Možda i nije baš toliko jezivo, ali je... uuuhhhh!!!

heh..simpa je i ovako, al pravi dozivljaj je kada poslusas pjesmu...

ozana

Stagger Lee (Nick Cave)
...

Sviđa mi se, odličan izbor. Znaš njegovu izvedbu "In the Ghetto"?

Sve to što ste napisali ne bi bilo loše, samo da naslov posta nije "Koji je najjeziviji STIH koji ste ikad pročitali?"...

hehe...aj da ja to nisam morao napisati

Tom Waits - Poor Edward

Did you hear the news about Edward?
On the back of his head
He had another face
Was it a woman's face
Or a young girl
They said to remove it would kill him
So poor Edward was doomed
The Face could laugh and cry
It was his Devil twin
And at night she spoke to him
Of things heard only in hell
They were impossible to separate
Chained together for life
Finally the bell tolled his doom
He took a suit of rooms
And hung himself and her
From the balcony irons
Some still believe he was freed from her
But i knew her too wee
I say she drove him to suicide
And took Poor Edward to Hell

Nije stih, ali iz prilozenog vidim da nema veze. Prvo sto mi palo na pamet,a da je omako, jezivo.


Used To Love Her - GN'R

I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
I had to put her six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, oo, yeah
But I had to kill her
I knew I'd miss her
So I had to keep her
She's buried right in my backyard
Oh yeah
Oo yeah
Whoa, oh yeah

I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, yeah
But I had to kill her
She bitched so much
She drove me nuts
And now I'm happier this way

Therapy? - Diane (još ako gledate necenzuriranu verziju spota...)
jezivo

Hey little girl wanna go for a ride ?
Theres room and my wagon is parked right outside
We can cruise down rober street all night long
But I think Ill just rape you and kill you instead
Diane diane diane diane diane diane
I hear theres a party at lake cove
Its be much easier if I drove
We could check it out
We can go and see
Come on take a ride with me
Diane diane diane diane diane diane
Lay down together for a while
Ill put all your clothes in a nice neat little pile
Youre the cutest girl Ive ever seen in my life
But its over now and with my knife
Diane diane diane diane diane diane

Uđe ponovno u sinagogu. Bio je ondje čovjek usahle ruke. A oni vrebahu hoće li ga Isus u subotu izliječiti, da ga optuže. On kaže čovjeku usahle ruke: "Stani na sredinu!" A njima će: "Je li subotom dopušteno činiti dobro ili činiti zlo, život spasiti ili pogubiti?" No oni su šutjeli. A on, ražalošćen okorjelošću srca njihova, srdito ih ošinu pogledom pa reče tom čovjeku: "Ispruži ruku!" On ispruži - i ruka mu zdrava!

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na nadgrobnom spomeniku:
"ovdje ležim ja, a čitaš ti.
bilo bi puno bolje da je obrnuto"

i nek netko kaže da pokojnici nemaju smisla za humor, pa makar i crni...

ili nesto slicno, na ulazu u groblje:

"Sto ste sada vi, to smo bili mi,
sto smo sada mi, to cete biti vi!"

Gde je, gde je mali kunić
da popase moj žbunić
da popase moj žbunić
ah što nisi mali kunić...

Cujem kako dijete place
tamo negde iza zida
zasto place sto li mu je ?
ko li njemu nerve kida?
Cujem kocnicu gdje skripi
tamo negdje iza zida
dijete vise i ne place
zasto,zasto majka pita
Ranjeni otac pusku uzima
dolazi u ocaju bjesa
otkopava grob sina mrtvog
mahne sjekirom krhka lijesa
bludno vristi od nepravde ljute
novac uzima djecu bez osude
tvoje ce dijete drznik zgaziti
place i ubija metak pogodi

Druže Tito ljubičice bijela tebe voli omladina cijela.

JEDNE NOĆI
Te noći pisah sjedeć posve mirno,
Da ne bih majci u susjednoj sobi
Škripanjem stolca u san dirno.

A kad mi koja ustrebala knjiga,
Sasvim sam tiho išao po sagu.
U svakoj kretnji bila mi je briga
Da staričicu ne probudim dragu.

I noć je tekla spokojna i nijema.
A tad se sjetih da je više nema.

Dobriša Cesarić

Nije najezovitiji, ali nekako mi je ostao urezan u pamćenje.. kao i njegova Pjesma mrtvog pjesnika.

Alana Bates

Aum, neam pojma. "Reče gavran: Nikad više" ???

...
Ovaj stvor u crnom plaštu, nasmija mi tužnu maštu
Teškim, mrkim dostojanstvom, kojim čitav lik mu diše.
"Nek ti kresta jadno visi", rekoh, "kukavica nisi,
Strašni, mračni Gavran ti si, što sa žala Noći stiže,
Kako te na žalu zovu hadske noći otkud stiže?"
Reče Gavran: "Nikad više".
Začudih se tome mnogo, što je jasno zborit mogo,
Premda nejasne mu riječi malo tog mi razjasniše.
Ali priznat mora svako, ne događa da se lako,
Da živ čovjek gleda tako, pticu što se nad njim njiše,
Životinju ili pticu, što nad vratima se njiše
S tim imenom "Nikad više".
Ali Gavran sjedeć tamo, govori riječ jednu samo,
Ko da duša mu i srce u tu jednu riječ se sliše.
To je sve što on mi reče - dalje krila ne pokreće,
Dok moj šapat mir presiječe: "Svi me druzi ostaviše,
Otići će i on kao nade što me ostaviše".
Tad će Gavran "Nikad više".
...

My hands ‘round your throat
If I kill you now, well, they will never know ...

Tindersticks - Untill the morning comes

"Zidaj kuću trokatnicu ali ljubi i ženicu
Neka živi živi rad!"

Magazin iz doba kad je komunizam vladao...

I taste death in every kiss we share
Every sundown seems to be the last we have
Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end
I'm drunk on your tears, Baby, can't you see it's hurting...

You kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You reached out for me
And oh how you missed
You touched my face
And all life was erased
You smiled like an angel
(falling from grace)...

Eto, sjetih se srednjoškolske ljubavi, grupe HIm i albuma Razorblade romance...

..."dal' zbog oca il' zbog novca,morala je za njeg poći
četri zime plakala je,kao ruža venula je
znam od tuge umrla je lijepa Ana iz sokaka mog..."

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",
lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.

Ah, taj Nick Cave... ops:">

A posebno su mi jezivi idući stihovi:

Grliš me, o ljubiš me
Ali ne od struka na niže
Jer je to opasno
Jer je to za mene prerano
O, sugar honey, dečko moj...

Dimmu Borgir:
"Tormentor of Christian Souls"
I could drag you to my chambers
and strip you naked in darkness
I could pull out your fingernails one by one
and rape you till you find no hope...


Queen:
"Bohemian rhapsody"
Mama just killed a man
put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger now he's dead...

Pjesma za samotnike

Oni nikoga ne čekaju.
Nikome nisu rekli da im dođe.
I nitko im nije rekao da mu dođu.
Oni se duboko zbijaju u odjeću.
I hod im je skrivanje u sebe.
Oni govore nečujno. Oni hodaju nečujno.
Svi se sklanjaju pred njihovim pogledom što tvrdokorno traži davno mrtvu pticu.
Oni hodaju pognuti do hladnog zida noći.
U snovima putuju u tople predjele, ali se vraćaju prozebli i kao da traže nešto svjetlucavo, priginju se zemlji.
I plaču kostima. I plaču dahom.

-J.Frančević Pločar-



"Ja usavrših okrutnu vještinu koju mi darova demon pri porodu: raskrvariti svoje zlo i grepsti svoju ranu..."
-Baudelaire-


"Ja se sjećam tebe i mrvice snijega na tvojim usnicama.
U prošlosti što se skamenila.
Među mahovinom zahrđalom.
Ti si mrtva."
-V.Vida-

evo jedna country pjesma... nedavno sam je nasao... presavrsena je.....

HE STOPPED LOVING HER TODAY by GEROGE JONES

He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you

I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

(Chorus)
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)
You know she came to see him one last time
Oh and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

(Repeat Chorus)