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Please Tell Me Now

Please tell me now
...
Before we say good night, my dear

...
Why keep me waiting?
Please tell me now

...

Don't keep me waiting
Please tell me now

Songwriters
CLAWSON, ARNOLD / POPE, TOUSSAINT L.

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To nije nikakva posebna kuća,
to nije nikakav poseban vrt,
tu nema puno žena, nema bazena,
na oko dosadno je na smrt.

Al' oko mene su posebni ljudi
svi zanimljivi, eksentrični
čelične felge i plastične grudi
i svi su digitalni, električni

Spoji slatko i slano, to ide
ali kruške i jabuke ne
spoji crnu i bijelu nam boju
siva je slika svijeta, zar ne

A svi bi htjeli bit' novi i čudni
ili bar blještavi cirkusan tim
dok mnogi spavaju neki su budni
sami sa svemirom na ti

To je minimalizam
to je minimalizam
al' ne zna primitivizam
šta je to minimalizam

To je minimalizam
to je minimalizam
svi vide, niko da prizna
koja to gazi nas čizma

Bogati roditelji ne žale
za svoju djecicu dat će baš sve
prodaju šume i hidrocentrale
i drže pola države

Zato im potomci veselo žive
ne rade ništa, a imaju sve
čisti kokain i rublje od svile
i tuđe gladne godine

To nije minimalizam
to nije minimalizam
al' ne zna primitivizam
šta je to kapitalizam

To nije minimalizam
to nije minimalizam
svi vide, niko da prizna
koja to gazi nas čizma

Minimalizam - Letu Štuke

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duboko u tebi
možda sam ostavio trag svjetla
u noći između zidova
ni svi dobri ljudi
ni svi oni koje znaš
ni bijeg od samoće
u koju se povlacis
kada provali očaj
jedva da su dovoljni
pred surovom snagom
krajnjom i konačnom

duboko u tebi
strasti slamaju
i ono što je preostalo
i ono što ne postoji
čežnju za smrću
želju za opstankom
žudnju za slobodom
i volju da se pokloniš sudbini
kao na dlanu

duboko u tebi
tisuće dobošara
fanfare iz daljine
zastave na pola koplja
koga oplakuješ ljubavi moja
crno znamenje na licu svog dragog
sjetu u riječima

jednom u životu
dat ću da me zarobi
muškarac hladnog stiska
i čeličnog pogleda
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Azra Duboko U Tebi
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P.S. Nažalost, na yt nema klipa sa ovom pesmom

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Izvoli, Neprimetna

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Hvala, Markiša, ova pesma/ 'MSP'/ je sa istog albuma kao pesma 'Duboko u tebi' ali nije ona koju želim. Možda ne mogu da se snađem?

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Ovde imaš poređano po albumima:
[Link mogu videti samo ulogovani korisnici]

Ispod ,,Popular songs" ima polje gde ukucaš naziv pesme, a on ti izlista albume u kojima se ta pesma nalazi

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Hvala ti , Markiša, snašla sam se u tom delu, ovo nije pesma koju tražim, ovo je pesma 'EmSi Pi' ali je obeležena kao pesma ' Duboko u tebi'. Obe pesme su sa albuma ' Krivo srastanje'. Imaš i kratak komentar ispod pesme.
Da li možeš da nađeš i pesmu 'Čežnja'?

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Famous Blue Raincoat

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

-- Sincerely, L. Cohen

[Link mogu videti samo ulogovani korisnici]

[Link mogu videti samo ulogovani korisnici]

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Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement in this present tense
We all talk a different language, talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective on a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in, you may just be okay

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Mike & The Mechanics - The Living Years