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ponedjeljak, 22.01.2007.

.....again and again.....

again

i trusted
i tried
but aagin i was hurt
i'm in the same bottomless pit
like last year
like two weeks ago
the same
the same
why
i opened myself
i let down my guard
i got hooked again
and was left hanging
i'm trying so hard not to fall into the abyss

this goes out
this goes out to nobody
cause there's nobody there for me

nobody
nobody
and nothing

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wwwwwwwwwwwwww
i što imaš od toga
na kraju će samo bit virus i
probušena guma
a crnog čaja više nema u
kući čaja
marx gleda samo na
afriku i južnu ameriku
dok se na razglasu čuju ella i louis
a vani sunce sja


vidit ćeš me kroz polumrak
nećeš tit pričat sa mnom
otić ćeš ća
nećeš me ni pogledat
a ja ću bit u rukama drugog
i bit ćeš sam
i bit ću sama


Od Atene do Rima
Pod prašinom stoljeća
Nalaziš ono što voliš
Nalaziš li ono što trebaš
Ono je ispred tebe
Nije načeto zubom vremena
Novo, a
Vidiš li ti to
Ili se primaš kistova
I četki i nastavljaš
Šetnju Pompejima

*********

the doors

feast of friends

Wow, Im sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

Im sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the
tv Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.