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Reamonn - Supergirl lyrics

You can tell by the way, she walks that she's my girl,
You can tell by the way, she talks she rules the world.
You can see in her eyes that no one is her Chi,
She's my girl, my Supergirl.

And then she'd say: It's OK, I got lost on the way
But I'm a Supergirl and Supergirls don't cry.
And she'd say: It's all right, I got home late last night
But I'm a Supergirl and Supergirls just fly.

And then she'd say, that nothing can go wrong,
When you're in love, what can go wrong?
And then she'd laugh the nighttime into the day,
Pushing her fears further along.


And then she'd say: It's OK, I got lost on the way
But I'm a Supergirl and Supergirls don't cry.
And she'd say: It's all right, I got home late last night
But I'm a Supergirl and Supergirls just fly.

Then she'd shout down the line, tell me she's got no more time
Cause she's a Supergirl and Supergirls don't cry.
And then she'd scream in my face, tell me to leave, leave this place
Cause she's a Supergirl and Supergirls just fly.

She's a Supergirl, a Supergirl,
She's sowing seeds, she's burning trees,
She's sowing seeds, she's burning trees,
Yes, she's a Supergirl, a Supergirl,
A Supergirl, my Supergirl.



bilo je u lyrics, znam, postavio Stane, ali mi treba da postavim ovu pesmu u svoj blog
7 seconds
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Youssou N'Dour & Neneh Cherry "7 Seconds"

°Yousou N'Dour singing in his mother tongue;

Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane
Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw
Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw li neka si yaw
mo ne si man, li ne si mane moye dilene diapale

°Neneh Cherry taking over here;

Roughneck and rudeness,
We should be using, on the ones who practice wicked charms
For the sword and the stone
Bad to the bone
Battle is not over
Even when it's won
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept
Of the tone the skin is living in
It's not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I'll be waiting
It's not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I'll be waiting X3

°Youssou N'Dour again, singing in french(translated in english by "The SenSeï");

-j'assume les raisons qui nous poussent de changer tout,
I assume the reasons that lead us to change everything,

-J'aimerais qu'on oublie leur couleur pour qu'ils esperent
I wish we could forget their color so they can hope

-Beaucoup de sentiments de races qui font qu'ils desesperent
lots of feelings for races which make them lose hope (despair)

-Je veux les deux mains ouvertes,
I want the two hands opened,

-Des amis pour parler de leur peine, de leur joie
(and) friends to talk about their life penalty, about their joy


-Pour qu'ils leur filent des infos qui ne divisent pas
so they can give'em infos that do not divide(scatter)

-Changer
change

°Neneh Cherry as lead vocals henceforth;

7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I'll be waiting
It's not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I'll be waiting X3
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept
Of the tone the skin is living in
And there's a million voices
And there's a million voices
To tell you what she should be thinking
So you better sober up for just a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I'll be waiting
It's not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I'll be waiting
It's not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I'll be waiting
princesses (:
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juce po onoj divnoj (bez mrve ironije, obozavam jesenju beogradsku) kisi, prosetah knezom i videh delice ove fenomenalne izlozbe.
knjiga o princezama, vrstama princeza i mestima gde borave i kakve su.

i onda nadjem sebe, tamo gde je opis princeze sume...
a 'sume su princezama od velike pomoci, u njima se gube, u njih beze, u njima se kriju. suma je tajnovita basta celog sveta' Smajli



http://www.ccf.org.rs/srp/02c.htm

mnogo lepo za videti.

http://www.rebeccadautremer.com/

http://cruststation.files.wordpress.com/2006/03/cyrano-Dautremer.jpg
delerium - angelicus
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potraga za...
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i....

Citat:
If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him
In all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

*And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that
you would have to believe
in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints
and all the prophets (*)

Trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome(*)

Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome


joan osborne, what if god was one of us
the fifth element
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(warning: fans only)

Aziz...light!















David: They really made her...
Priest Vito Cornelius: Perfect. I know.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fifth_Element
when it is time to say farewell...
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DANNY BOY

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

http://www.lookaroundireland.com/dannyboy.htm

Into the West

Lay down
your sweet and weary head
Night is falling,
you have come to journey's end.
Sleep now,
and dream of the ones who came before.
They are calling
from across the distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
all of your fears will pass away,
safe in my arms
you're only sleeping.

What can you see
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.

Dawn will turn
to silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass.

Hope fades
into the world of night
through shadows falling
out of memory and time.
Don't say,
"We have come now to the end."
White shores are calling
you and I will meet again.

And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.

What can can you see
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.

And all will turn
to silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west.

Words and music by Fran Walsh, Howard Shore and Annie Lennox.
Performed by Annie Lennox.

pocetak je kraj je pocetak je kraj je.....


goddess of daydreams
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I am Dream...
I am Goddess of DayDreams.
From the moment you lend me your mind,
I start doing magical things. The wistful
expression on your face is my sculpture.
The smile on your face is but a mere tickle
from my magical fingers.
Your mind is my playground.
Lend me your mind and enter my world...
Dream, dream, dream...



Edit by ljutica: ispravljen pravopis u naslovu.
b(l)ogovi su pali na teme...
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i svi ti neki datumi i neka znacenja i znakovi i reci i ljudi i dogadjaji....bilo se nanizalo pa se desavalo zgusnuto, pa donelo mnoge promene i svasta nesto i onda je odjednom stalo. utihnulo, cutalo, ni daska vetra.
kao da je tamo neko negde stisnuo kocnicu i nece da je pusti. ni napred ni nazad. zaglav.

i onda mi stigne pismo koje cekam od 13. maja ove godine....tj. poslato je iz beograda sa jedne adrese na drugu adresu u beogradu 13. maja....i krenulo je i putovalo je....a do mene je doputovalo 20. avgusta....niko ga nije otvarao, niko ne zna gde i zasto je bilo. morao je da prodje taj famozni 19. avgust, taj 'nas' datum....zakljucak - 19. avgust je jaci od 13. maja....(ne traziti mnogo smisla u ovome, samo mi je bitno da zabelezim).

sledeceg dana stigne razresenje komplikovane situacije koja nas je davila mesecima, samo od sebe....donese osecaj novog, okupanog, svezeg....

i onda dodje danas. dodjem na posao, vesela. ukljucim komp, ukucam sifru da se ulogujem i on mi kaze: your profile has been corrupt. please contact your administrator. i otvori mi neki levi temp profil. snadjem se oko mejlova, nadjem fajlove koji mi trebaju, sacuvam ih. te se onda ljubljeni komp zamrzne sam od sebe. uradim restart, da bih odusevljena shvatila da mi je napravljen novi temp profil, fajl na kome sam radila dva sata nestao, a u medjuvremenu se izbrisao ceo mydocs i desktop profila koji inace koristim.....

talk about signs? dadoh lepo kompic ITijevcima da se zabavljaju, oni mi jave da se ne nadam nalazenju izgubljenih fajlova.

reklo bi se da je vise nego ocigledno da treba da 'okrenem novi list' Very Happy
sam(a) u gomili
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nadjoh odlican tekst na temu introverta, tj INFPs - jedan od 16 tipova licnosti po Jungu kome pripadam - kojih ima oko 1 posto populacije. ovo odlicno opisuje kako se osecam...

"The mob thinks we are maladjusted. Of course we are adjusted just fine, not to their frequency. They take it personally.

They take offense. Feel hurt. Get angry. They do not blame owls for coming out at night, yet they blame us for being as we are. Because it involves them, or at least they believe it does, they assemble the troops and call us names. Crazy. Cold. Stuck-up. Standoffish. Aloof. Afraid. Lacking in social skills. Bizarre. Unable to connect. Incapable of love. Freaks. Geeks. Sad. Lonely. Selfish. Secretive. Ungrateful. Unfriendly. Serial killers.

The mob wants friends along when doing errands, working out at the gym, at the movies. The mob depends on advice. Eating alone in decent restaurants horrifies the mob, saddens the mob, embarrasses the mob. The mob wants friends.

The mob needs to be loved. It lives to be loved. Or hated, with that conjoined fervor with which mobs face their enemies. Both love and hate are all about engagement. About being linked with humanity generally, as a policy. Loners have nothing against love but are more careful about it. Sometimes just one fantastic someone is enough. As a minority, we puzzle over nonloners, their strange values. Why do they require constant affirmation, validation, company, support? Are they babies or what? What bothers them about being alone? What are they so afraid of? Why can’t they be more like us?

Loners live among the mob, so the mob mistakes us for its own, presuming and assuming. When the mob gets too close, the truth is revealed. Running or walking away, chased or free, any which way, we tell the mob in effect I don’t need you.

Hell hath no fury like a majority scorned."

http://infp.blogsome.com/2007/08/14/party-of-one/#more-314

i jos sa iste strane:

"Apart.

Such a simple concept. So concrete. So easy to represent on charts or diagrams with dots and pushpins either in or out. Yet real life is not dots. Some of us appear to be in, but we are out. And that is where we want to be. Not just want but need, the way tuna need the sea.

Simple: an orientation, not just a choice. A fact. To paraphrase that Boston song, more than a feeling. We are loners. Which means we are at our best, as Orsino says in “Twelfth Night,” when least in company.

We do not require company. The opposite: in varying degrees, it bores us, drains us, makes our eyes glaze over. Overcomes us like a steamroller. Of course the rest of the world doesn’t understand.

Someone says to you, “Let’s have lunch.” You clench. Your sinews leap within you, angling for escape. What others thrive on, what they take for granted, the contact and confraternity and sharing that gives them strength leaves us empty. After what others would call a fun day out together, we feel as if we have been at the Red Cross, donating blood. "

ne znam samo koliko sam puta do sada izgovorila tu recenicu 'treba mi vremena da budem sama sa sobom, nasamo' i dobila zbunjeni pogled, razocarenje, nevericu. kao da nekog time izdajem, izneveravam i napustam, odbacujem...i koliko puta sam morala da se pravdam da mi je to od vitalne vaznosti i da jedino tako mogu da funkcionisem i imam energije za bilo sta Smile

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