Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

[rainbow]

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

bome

(taman si jučer složih ytb plejlistu s jonicom)

evo još Joni

Hejira

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...
Strains of Benny Goodman
Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know - no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality - to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years
We're only particles of change I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnLLQmRehYo )

[talented miss cohen]

Hejira

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
...
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know - no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Jedna od njenih najboljih i meni najdražih također (uz Both Sides Now i A Case of You)

[rainbow]

(izgleda da me jos uvik drzi pasji tik-tak)

Balada o Šarku

U životu ča nas od morbina liči
čovik živi pasji, pas čoviku sliči
dile kost i pršut, nevoju i sriću
zajedno na pjaci, skupa u kafiću
ošervaju cure, gledaju furešte
dile smij i suze, pegule i fešte

Čovik je čovik, a pas je pas
Za sve to vridi - ne i za nas
Piva se, laje u isti glas
Čuča nas vrime, prileti za čas

U životu ča nas ornin kruvon rani
nas dva nismo vengo ratni veterani
ča se s buron tuku, projdu uvik s manje
i žive za jiće, piće i kompanje
isti su nan moti, isti crni friži
jednako nan vrime iza punte biži

Čovik je čovik, a pas je pas
Za sve to vridi - ne i za nas
Piva se, laje u isti glas
Čuča nas vrime, prileti za čas

U životu sve je samo dokle dura za vrat zgrabi ona crna ura
ja ću ne znan di ću, on u pasjen raju
anđele će pratit da mu čagod daju
neće tribat mlika, samo kost i voda
drugo ionako dobri Bog nan doda

Čovik je čovik, a pas je pas
Za sve to vridi - ne i za nas
Piva se, laje u isti glas
Čuča nas vrime, prileti za čas

Dobri moj Šarko, moj čovik i pas
E, moj Šarko

Jakša Fiamengo

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oushFleHFXM )

[talented miss cohen]

Čini mi se da je i ovo Fiamengovo...
udara...

OSTAVLJAM TE SAMU

Ostavljam te samu
u tišini sobe
u tom lijepom sramu
pametne i dobre

Sad su tvoje oči
tvoje nijeme riječi
onaj dio noći
što se ne da prijeći

Ne vidim te više
u tišini sata
i u sjaju kiše
iza tajnih vrata

Ništa više ne znam
i grč neke šutnje
sad u tebi drijema
poput blage slutnje

Sve krasote svijeta
sve lijepote noći
odnio je vijetar
s njim mi valja poći

Ostavljam te samu
ostavljam do kraja
u tom lijepom sramu
bez sna i bez sjaja

Još ćeš biti mlada
sve dok budeš htijela
sad na jastuk pada
sijena tvoga tijela

Sve što treba znati
doznali smo skupa
vrijeme može stati
srce neka lupa

Ostavljam te samu
ostavljam i idem
put kroz gustu tamu
moje oči vide

I zatvori vrata
i pokrij se mrakom
nova noć se hvata
eno, leti zrakom.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mM6YRPK5xLY

[talented miss cohen]

ВО ТИШИНА

Ако носиш нешто неизречено,
нешто што те притиска и пече,
закопај го во длабока тишина ,
тишината сама ќе го рече.
--Ацо Шопов

[transkripcija]

VO TIŠINA

Ako nosiš nešto neizrečeno,
nešto što te pritiska i peče,
zakopaj go vo dlaboka tišina,
tišinata sama ke go reče.
--Aco Šopov

[rainbow]

još glazbe s poetrijom

Ursula Rucker
"What A Woman Must Do"
Until you walk, run, fight a mile in her shoes
Don1t you dare stand in front of me and tell me
What a woman must do
Until you have walked, run, fought a mile in her shoes
Don't you dare stand in front of me and tell me

What a woman must do
What a woman must do

She must
Swing from chandeliers for undeserving spouses and paramours
Who deny her suffrage by day, but crave and praise her womanly wiles by
night
Good enough to fuck but, not good enough to vote
She must
Go from the beauty of Africa, to the horrors of massa
Go from titties dangling bare and shameless
To being branded, licentious, temptress, embarrassed
Go from land of yams and heat hot
To land of cash crops and sellers block
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Now Black
Now inhuman
Freedom stolen, family stolen, now beholden… but still golden
Field hollerin'… and Ain't I A Woman
Ain't I A Woman

I can see her, me
Washing dishes, clothes, and children
Making love, money, dinner, and beds
Always the first one off a sinking ship
But last in the line to receive respect

What
What a
What a woman
What a woman must
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
Must do
Must do, must do, must do, must do, must do…

She must
Wipe away tears and reclaim strength
After rape, abortion, lover's betrayal, child's birth, child's death,
husband's abuse
Tricking to buy baby shoes
She must
Be called a muse
Which is just a synonym for use
Put upon pedestals
Dainty and protected
And because of that disrespected
Victorianized
Made a paradox of famous anonymity
Left to go insane with too much femininity
Staring at yellow wallpaper

Her heart
Open
Her legs
Open
Warm and welcoming
Waiting… for phone calls that never come
Waiting… for words of appreciation that never come
Waiting… for equal pay that never comes
Waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting

Waiting for love
Waiting for acknowledgment not judgment
Waiting

And when seeking or achieving any kind of power
Reduced to labels like…

Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke

What
What a
What a woman
What
What a
What a woman must
What a woman must
What a woman must do
What a woman must do

She must
Never settle for less based upon her womaness
Embrace the pronoun and power of SHE
Know if nothing else that her uniqueness is blessed
And a necessary component in the union between universe and people
Equal to man
At times above human understanding
She don't have to lay down for nothing or nobody
Her body in and out a wonder
The wonder of SHE

The wonder of SHE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSIGoQ9azjA

[Kroacija]

sad sam se sjetila kad sam lektorici prodala "Ich lebe" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHhFwM3hQOU kao modernu njemacku pjesnikinju na ispitu i izrecitirala pjesmu zdusno. spusila je.

[talented miss cohen]

Let's rock this joint...



Ruke nam se obavijaju, oči nam se upijaju: tako počinje povijest naših srdaca.
Noć je u martu, mjesečina svijetli; vjetar nosi slatki miris hene;
moja svirala leži na zemlji zanemarena, a tvoj cjvetni vijenac nedovršen.
Ljubav ova između tebe i mene prosta je kao pjesma.

Tvoj prevez boje šafrana opija mi oči.
Vijenac jasminov koji si isplela za me opija mi srce drhatom kao hvala.
To je igra davanja i odricanja, otkrivanja i ponovnoga skrivanja;
nešto osmijeha i sasvim malo stidljivosti, i poneka tek slatka besciljna kavga.
Ljubav ova između tebe i mene prosta je kao pjesma.

Nikakve tajne izvan današnjice; nikakve borbe oko nemogućeg;
nikakve sjenke iza ljupkosti; nikakvo pipanje u dubinama tame.
Ljubav ova između tebe i mene prosta je kao pjesma.

Mi ne lutamo iz riječi u vječito ćutanje; ne podižemo ruke svoje u prazninu za stvarima izvan nade.
Zadovoljni smo onim što dajemo i onim što dobijamo.
Nismo iscjedili posljednju kap radosti da iz nje pravimo vino patnje svoje.
Ljubav ova između tebe i mene jednostavna je kao pjesma...

-- Rabindranat Tagore

[Zita]

"If"

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

By Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936).

hvala na tome

[talented miss cohen]

Why Zita, what a pleasant surprise
hvala tebi na ovome

Majakovski revisited......



O TOME

Ovom temom,
i plitkom i ličnom,
prežvakanom
kroz strofe i strofe,
k'o pesnička vjeverica vično
vrteh se i vrteću se opet.
''Ona'' i ''on'' balada je sva.
Nisam užasno nov ja.
Užasno to je
što ''on'' - sad sam ja
i što je ''ona'' - moja.

--V. V. Majakovski

[rainbow]

Gola pjesma


Dobri Bože, ja nisam pristala na ovu rastavu,
Pa makar ta rastava bila san.
Dok su mi snove krojili, nisu me pitali
Ne bih li više voljela javu.


Dobri Bože, nisam pristala da budem drukčija od Tebe.
Da itko bude drukčiji.
Pa makar sve razlike bile pričin, kao što mudri vele,
Ja nisam pristala na pričin, na sebe.


Dobri Bože, tako mi se čini. Ali ako Ti znaš i kriješ od mene
Moj pad, moj potmuli pristanak
Na sve ove rastanke, na sav taj svijet od sjene,
Tad uzmi, preuzmi me Ti, koji si pristao na mene.

/Vesna Krmpotić/

[Broken Down Angel]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6CraHKkrsE[/youtube]

[Konstantin Simonov, Жди меня, 1941.]

[ticklebook]

"Ko je to video da dečak pati? Da kunja kmezav i da plače? Svaki put moraš iznova znati
da voliš bolje, da voliš jače. Ne da se vadiš. Ne da se tešiš. Već da se istinski do neba smešiš."


Mika Antić

[ticklebook]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6CraHKkrsE[/youtube]

[Konstantin Simonov, Жди меня, 1941.]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKDz3rPk15U[/youtube]

[rainbow]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCONJynif3E[/youtube]

[Kroacija]

I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you’re ugly
You’re ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

All the times
That I’ve cried
All that’s wasted
It’s all inside

staind
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVQpfoqsY8Q[/youtube]

[dany]

i was still blind, but twinkling stars did dance
throughout my being's limitless expanse,
nothing had yet drawn close, only at distant stages
i found myself, a mere suggestion sensed in past and future ages.

[Broken Down Angel]

Newtonov je binom isto tako lijep kao Venera Miloska.

No veoma malo ljudi to zamjećuje.

óóóó- - -óóóóóó ooo- - -ooooooo óóóóóóóó

(Tamo vani vjetar.)

Fernando Pessoa.

[talented miss cohen]

osjećam kako kroz nesavršenih nabora prostranog etera gura se da prođe jedno amen

[rainbow]

Say baby, can I be your slave?
I've got to admit girl, your the shit girl,
and I am digging you like a grave.

Now do they call you daughter to the Spinning Pulsar,
or maybe Queen of 10,000 Moons, Sister to the distant yet
rising star.

Is your Yemaya? Oh hell nah, it's got to be Oshun

Ooh is that a smile me put on your face child?
Wide as a field of jasmine and clover

Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
High on legs that'll spite Jehovah
Shit, who am I,
It's not important
But they call me brother to the night
and right now I am the blues in your left thigh
trying to become the funk in your right

Who am I? 'll be whoever you say
But right now I'm the sight raped hunter
blindly pursuing you as my prey

And I just want to give you injections of
sublime erections and get you to dance to my rhythm
make you dream archtypes
of black angels in flight
upon wings of distorted, contorted metaphoric jizm

Come on slim, fuck your man, I ain't worried about him

It's you who I want to step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
of this dry ass reality
I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream

Who am I, well they all call me
brother to the night and right now I am
the blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right
Is that alright?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKSYmj-w5NI

(Film: Love Jones, plus jedan od stvarno finih soundtracka; i nemrem sad nać ko je ovu pjesmu napiso )

[iris]

Tugom mutiš oči

Razdražljiva a tako tiha,

Sva si od vatre koja gori

Daj mi, u tamno zdanje stiha

Ljepotu tvoju da zatvorim.

Gle kako su preobražene

U žaru kućice abažura,

Kraj zida, kraj okna, naše sjene

I obrisi naših figura.

S nogama sjediš na divanu,

Po turski ih pod sobom splete,

Svejedno-na svjetlu ili tami

Ti vazda sudiš kao dijete.

Pričajući-na koncu se zbiše

Zrnca što ti padoše sa vrata.

Pogled tvoj je tužan suviše,

а riječ naivna i umiljata.

Riječ ljubav tek tebi mogu dati;

sve drugo je nevažno lako,

za te –svijet ću preimenovati,

samo ako ti želiš tako.

Možda će čuvstvo blago, tajno

Tvoj tamni pogled da istoči

I tvog srca bogastvo sjajno?!

Zašto li tugom mutiš oči…

Boris Pasternak

[pingu]

Noćas te praznina progoni
tihim šapatom ponoć ti se nudi
u par riječi rasutih u etar
u obrisima lažne spoznaje
gdje sve počinje i nestaje.
Fali ti...
sve i ništa
poneka laž još zablista u tami
poneki dodir još naslutiš
između jave i sna
još jednom se probudiš
između vrha i dna
još jednom se pomoliš
da bude tu kad se umoriš
kad ti tišina zatvori oči
kad te zagrizu hladne noći,
a jutro ti se nasmije u lice.
Brisaćeš njen trag tuđim usnama
lagaćeš sebe da nije voljela
da je bila još jedna od mnogih
loša muza pjesnicima ljubavi
lažna slika tvoje prošlosti
ogledalo tvoje konačnosti.
Faliće ti...
baš onakva kakva je bila
kao vino
slatka i opora
lažna i nedodirljiva
jedno kišno jutro što klizi među tvojim prstima
pijesak koji se rasipa pred tvojim očima
još jedna spoznaja tvojih nemira.
Faliće ti...
modra svitanja u njenim očima
rasute perle njenih osmijeha
one duge kiše u jesenjim noćima
i jedno dječje "čuvaj me"...

[ticklebook]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjcXeF6ZZOo[/youtube]

[ticklebook]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mojuw7Rgdpg[/youtube]

[talented miss cohen]

AN AMERICAN PRAYER
Jim Morrison

Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been born yet, and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?

We need great golden copulations.

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being lead to slaughters by placid admirals and that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood?

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?

The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying

O great creator of being, grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine and dying

We live, we die and death not ends it.

Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passioned flower
Cling to Cunts & cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus groin got filled with green death

I touched her thigh and death smiled.

We have assembled inside this ancient insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets

The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest will dance & save us
With the divine mockery of words.

Music inflames temperament.

When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise in the land

Where are the feasts we are promised?
Where is the wine, The new wine, dying on the vine?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dpuIMLugCw

[rainbow]

[Plague]

Tim Burton time

The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy


He proposed in the dunes,
they were wed by the sea,
Their nine-day-long honeymoon
was on the isle of Capri.


For their supper they had one specatular dish-
a simmering stew of mollusks and fish.
And while he savored the broth,
her bride's heart made a wish.

That wish came true-she gave birth to a baby.
But was this little one human
Well, maybe.

Ten fingers, ten toes,
he had plumbing and sight.
He could hear, he could feel,
but normal?
Not quite.
This unnatural birth, this canker, this blight,
was the start and the end and the sum of their plight.

She railed at the doctor:
"He cannot be mine.
He smells of the ocean, of seaweed and brine."

"You should count yourself lucky, for only last week,
I treated a girl with three ears and a beak.
That your son is half oyster
you cannot blame me.
... have you ever considered, by chance,
a small home by the sea?"

Not knowing what to name him,
they just called him Sam,
or sometimes,
"that thing that looks like a clam"

Everyone wondered, but no one could tell,
When would young Oyster Boy come out of his shell?

When the Thompson quadruplets espied him one day,
they called him a bivalve and ran quickly away.

One spring afternoon,
Sam was left in the rain.
At the southwestern corner of Seaview and Main,
he watched the rain water as it swirled
down the drain.

His mom on the freeway
in the breakdown lane
was pouding the dashboard-
she couldn't contain
the ever-rising grief,
frustration,
and pain.

"Really, sweetheart," she said
"I don't mean to make fun,
but something smells fishy
and I think it's our son.
I don't like to say this, but it must be said,
you're blaming our son for your problems in bed."

He tried salves, he tried ointments
that turned everything red.
He tried potions and lotions
and tincture of lead.
He ached and he itched and he twitched and he bled.


The doctor diagnosed,
"I can't quite be sure,
but the cause of the problem may also be the cure.
They say oysters improve your sexual powers.
Perhaps eating your son
would help you do it for hours!"

He came on tiptoe,
he came on the sly,
sweat on his forehead,
and on his lips-a lie.
"Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry,
but do you dream of Heaven?
Have you ever wanted to die?

Sam blinked his eye twice.
but made no reply.
Dad fingered his knife and loosened his tie.

As he picked up his son,
Sam dripped on his coat.
With the shell to his lips,
Sam slipped down his throat.

They burried him quickly in the sand by the sea
-sighed a prayer, wept a tear-
and they were back home by three.

A cross of greay driftwood marked Oyster Boy's grave.
Words writ in the sand
promised Jesus would save.

But his memory was lost with one high-tide wave.

-------------------------------------

Voodoo girl

[apsurdna]

e. e. cummings - i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

[Peglam_subotom]

You're Beautiful

By Simon Armitage

because you're classically trained.
I'm ugly because I associate piano wire with strangulation.
You're beautiful because you stop to read the cards in
newsagents' windows about lost cats and missing dogs.
I'm ugly because of what I did to that jellyfish with a lolly
stick and a big stone.

You're beautiful because for you, politeness is instinctive, not
a marketing campaign.
I'm ugly because desperation is impossible to hide.

Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.

You're beautiful because you believe in coincidence and the
power of thought.
I’m ugly because I proved God to be a mathematical
impossibility.

You're beautiful because you prefer home-made soup to the
packet stuff.
I'm ugly because once, at a dinner party, I defended the
aristocracy and wasn’t even drunk.

You're beautiful because you can't work the remote control.
I'm ugly because of satellite television and twenty-four-hour
rolling news.

Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.

You're beautiful because you cry at weddings as well as
funerals.
I’m ugly because I think of children as another species from
a different world.

You're beautiful because you look great in any colour
including red.
I'm ugly because I think shopping is strictly for the
acquisition of material goods.

You're beautiful because when you were born, undiscovered
planets lined up to peep over the rim of your cradle and lay
gifts of gravity and light at your miniature feet.
I’m ugly for saying "love at first sight" is another form of
mistaken identity, and that the most human of all responses
is to gloat.

Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.

You're beautiful because you’ve never seen the inside of a
car-wash.
I'm ugly because I always ask for a receipt.

You're beautiful for sending a box of shoes to the third
world.
I'm ugly because I remember the telephone numbers of
ex-girlfriends and the year Schubert was born.

You're beautiful because you sponsored a parrot in a zoo.
I'm ugly because when I sigh it’s like the slow collapse of a
circus tent.

Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.

You're beautiful because you can point at a man in a uniform
and laugh.
I'm ugly because I was a police informer in a previous life.

You're beautiful because you drink a litre of water and eat
three pieces of fruit a day.
I'm ugly for taking the line that a meal without meat is a
beautiful woman with one eye.

You're beautiful because you don’t see love as a competition
and you know how to lose.
I'm ugly because I kissed the FA Cup then held it up to the
crowd.

You're beautiful because of a single buttercup in the top
buttonhole of your cardigan.
I'm ugly because I said the World’s Strongest Woman was a
muscleman in a dress.

You're beautiful because you couldn’t live in a lighthouse.
I'm ugly for making hand-shadows in front of the giant bulb,
so when they look up, the captains of vessels in distress see
the ears of a rabbit, or the eye of a fox, or the legs of a
galloping black horse.

Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.

Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.

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ZAUVIJEK

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stakleno srce razbijeno nehotice
gdje su tada bila upozorenja
lomljivo

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zato lutam
tamo gdje ne znam što tražim
daleko od sjećanja
ne podsjećaj me

zauvijek u sjenama zidova
što me slijede s jutrom
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