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Don't kill me ne mogu da odolim ...
CRY BABY - Janis Joplin
Cry-y-y ... ha ha ha ha ... baby, cry baby, cry baby,
Welcome back home.
I know she told you,
I know she told you that she loved you
Much more than I do,
But I know she left you,
And you swear that you just don't know why,
Well, honey I swear I'll always be round
If you ever want me
Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, yeah,
Oh, like you always seem to do.
Don't you know,
Honey, nobody ever gonna love you
The way I try to do.
Who'll be willing to take your pain
And all your heartache, too ?
Honey, I swear I'll always, I'll always be around
If you ever want me
Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby yeah, cry baby, yeah,
Oh daddy, welcome back home, yeah.
I know when you're sharp and round, babe,
Seems like the grass always looks greener,
When you're looking over there in somebody else's back-yard
So I know what you're tryin' to tell me
When you say, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama,
I've gotta go out shopping for my life
I've gotta find my, my own true third eye,
Hare Krishna identity out there on the road there.
And although it may be comfortable here
Sleeping in all your nice bed with all those satin sheets
And all that nice fur, eatin' all that chicken
Gettin' stoned, havin' a good time I have to go and rough it
I have to go to Africa
Or I have to go to Omaha, or some place like that,
I have to find myself, you know what I mean ?
So there's this stud, man, walkin' around the fuckin' highways of America with a pack on his back
Lookin' for his identity, right ?
Well, I want to say baby don't you know you left your mama here all alone ?
You left your good lovin' mama right at home
And that should be identity enough for any man, ha ha ha!
So I said baby, I know that you're gonna come home to me some day
And I'll be able to tell when you walk in my front door
I do, I just do believe that I can be lookin' in your eyes
So Lord, you finally realize
So you can put your head on my shoulder, babe,
'Cause I know you got some more tears to share,
Come on, let it go,
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
Honey, cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry,
Honey when you got some more tears to shed
Honey I won't let a man stand in your way, babe,
You have to snap all your fear from the door house away dear
You just gotta let it go, baby, come on,
Honey cry, oh, cry to me baby.
Is it a hit or a miss ?
Written by Sting & Dominic Miller
SHAPE OF MY HEART
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
(*)That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Well, those who speak know nothin'
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
(*)That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
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NAJDUŽI JE POSLEDNJI SAT
Blediš, čekaš, slike su brze,
tvoj maleni ekran sve njih ne može da primi.
Najduži je poslednji sat.
Nervozno se trzaš, lomiš prste
i bilo bi ti lakše sve da znaš da neće biti.
Al' možda se i dogodi...
Tvoj poraz nije ogroman, a povratak je realan,
precrtavao ili ne sve svoje zakletve i slike.
Najduži je poslednji sat.
Putevi su predugi, seku se i srešcemo se,
nasmeši se, pokloni se i reci da se kaješ.
A možda se ne dogodi...
Ja ne mogu da pobegnem od tebe. (x2)
Ja nisam bitan lik u tvojoj ver(e)ničkoj priči
i ko je koga stvorio i ko na koga liči...
Najduži je poslednji sat.
Svi mi ovde nekog čekamo
da nam kaže koga čekamo.
Pa možda taj i pogodi...
Ja ne mogu da pobegnem od tebe. (x2)
I uzalud čekaš, tvoj prevoz neće doći.
On je odavno bio ovde, mi se rodili nismo.
Bio,
video,
pobegao.
I svima je jasno - put završava jamom,
duboko u nju tonemo, al' smrdimo do neba.
Ni on neće da nas izvadi...
Ja ne mogu da pobegnem od tebe. (x2)
(Block-Out)
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