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He doesn’t have enough imagination
To go insane
There is just too much logic
Messing with his brain
Too much pros and cons
And too little verve
Too many charts and polls
To help him serve
And he sits tight
And that’s all he’ll ever do
Leave him where he stands
And he’ll wait for you
He’ll fight back
Only with his back to the wall
And he’ll beg for mercy
And whine, and crawl
And if not
He’ll grab a dagger
And cut your throat
Absolutelly normal
Just like the rest of us
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Spinning Lady
02:46
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Oh, spinning lady
Does your husband
Respect what you do?
Oh spinning lady
All the hardships
You’ve been through
Oh spinning lady
Fresh out of yoga class
Oh, spinning lady
Do you think you gonna pass
I know what you can show
Every now and then
Oh, spinning lady
In your nightgown so blue
Oh, spinning lady
Does he know what you’ve been through?
When you’re stretching your fine body
Next to window
You are much younger then him
And it shows
And I know,
I know you
I know you better
Then you know yourself
Oh, spinning lady
With your hair so fair
And your body so good
and your body so voluptuous
do you think that I am presumptuous?
Through my window
I’m watching you
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I love women
Despite the mess men
Made out of them
Turned them
Into tomboys
Throwing flowers
On army tanks
Thinking like generals
Sacrificing their own
Beloved sons
Teaching them
To hate:
Forget the “Lego!”
Play with guns!
Will we ever learn to love?
Will we ever have enough?
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Whore's Uniform
02:20
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Here she comes in her whore’s uniform
Here she comes in her fuck-me-pumps
Here she comes all over the killing floor
Looking for money and looking for some
Here he comes in his whore’s uniform
Here he comes in his fuck-me-pumps
Here he comes through the golden door
Gates of heaven are down on the ground
If your fee is high enough you’ll never
Wind up in jail
If you are bitch enough you’ll never
Wind up in jail
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5. |
Time On Cocaine
02:38
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Time On Cocaine
Oh, my almost darling
You’re pulling me down with you
I’m drowning and suffocating
You are killing me, that’s true
Oh, my almost darling
The world has come to an end
I wanna see and do
Certain things they recommend
I don’t know what are those things
But I’ll do them without you
Oh, my almost darling
Emotions are pointless pain
Money is no longer time
And our time is on cocaine
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6. |
The World Is No More
02:38
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The World Is No More
The world is no more
The world has stopped to be
Moved to the cyberspace
Every fool has a right to see
The world is no more
I am in, I am wired, I am hooked
With eyes glued on crappy screen
Shit around you is fields of green
The world is no more
ex hippies keep the cash
the world is no more
ex hipsters will rule the ash
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Cell phone is dead
Inbox is empty
Not gone but forgotten
And that’s for sure
In pub they know you
You are that guy
Pale faced gent who always
Drinks alone
She said you have to
Burry those dreams
Made of cobweb
Made of blood
She said it clear
With broken sentence
Absent kiss
And skin deep hug
To live is curse
To die is stupid
All inbetween
Is deadly wrong
You are too old
To kill yourself
while listening
Joy Division song
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8. |
Abracadavra
02:23
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There are too many people today
Waving their silicone magic wands
They turn living into dead
And make of ’em teenage zombie bands
There are too many necormancers
It’s hard to stick to your guns
There is not one hero
To stop this bunch of Sarumans
Turning grannies into MILFS
Turning zero into essence
Turning school into place
Without any lessons
Turning worker into consumer
Turning artist into serf
Turning books into TV
Everythings a penny worth
We’re all partial to your abracdavra
You see your whys and your ifs
Replaced by whatevers
You see your somedays
Replaced by no ways and nevers
The power to dream
Gives you the power to live
As long as I can remember
I cannot forgive
Keep your prayers high
And your powder dry
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9. |
Same Rules Apply
02:55
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Replacing, fixing
Oiling the cog
Massaging figures
And writing cheque
Breaking bad
And breaking necks
Same rules apply
For machines and men
Recycling, clogging
Sawing and wielding
Tearing down slums
And building
Skyscrapers alike towers
Watching the poor
Same rules apply
For machines and men
Thrown away
On graveyard of hopes
For scrap iron and nothing more
Same, oh same
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10. |
Soul Rip Off
02:21
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Are you lying?
Are you crying?
Are you pining?
Are you whining?
Are you tired?
Are you sleepy?
Are you wired?
Are you dying?
Take off your soundproof shoes
And leave them in front of the door
Step into my flat
Barefoot and looking for more
I will cleanse, don’t feel so tense
Make you feel like never before
All you need is to pay no heed
When I rip out your soul
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11. |
Hipster - eliminator
02:36
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Hipster-eliminator
To je stil mišljenja
To nije mišljenje
Markirana odeća
I nabubani cinizam
Živ je hipster, umro nije
Pod imenom se drugim krije
Bolje izgledati obično
I zvučati čudno
Opasno je izgledati obično
I zvučati čudno
Danas ubijaju
I za manje
Živ je hipster, umro nije
Dok je modne/političke industrije
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12. |
O čemu ćete pevati?
02:26
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Vi, smoke free, Diet Coke,
Recyclable, most eligible,
O čemu ćete pevati?
Nećete imati o čemu da slažete
Jer se neće dogoditi baš ništa,
nirvana razmenjenih gigabajta,
polomiće se komarasti prsti
na hiperlaganoj tastaturi
i, šta onda?
Nemate pravo na svoje heroje!
Gledajte me u oči dok pričam!
Gledajte, Sunce vam jebem!
Ja razgovaram, ne komuniciram,
Jebem li vas u nagužene oči,
Gledajte me, iako nisam monitor,
Tu sam, pustite to čudo iz ruku,
Ako marite za mirise, boje, dodir…
Isključite se da bi se vratili,
Tog posta nema na Vikipediji,
Isključite se da bi imali
O čemu da pevate
I da bi imao ko, jednom,
Da peva o vama
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13. |
Zatvor i giljotina
03:39
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Zatvor i giljotina
Bolesna kopilad Srbijom vladaju
Ista se imena skoro vek ponavljaju
Na vratima kabineta
Prestižnih fakulteta
Juniori, senior ii kurajberi
Uvek dobitnici i nikad fajteri
Međusovno izmešane palanačke aristokrate
Rađaju degenerike,šefove, diplomate
Njihova su deca društvena krema
Sa stranačkom knjižicom nema čega nema
Lokalni feudalci su zakonski kriminalci
Povezani ko creva zdesna i sleva
A kad dođe dan Strašnog Suda
Na nama će prazniti muda
Pokupiti što preostane
Ostaviti narod da istrune
Zatvor i giljotina
Viče sirotinja!
What shall we do with drunker ruller?
What shall we do with fucking priest?
What shall we do with crooked cop?
What shall we do with sleazy tycoon?
What shell we do with sell out rocker?
What shall we do with turbo folker?
What shall we do with idiot teacher?
What shall we do with MP coward?
Drown him in the water!
Oro se do bheatha abhaile
Anois ag theacht an tsamhraidh!
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14. |
Boemska raspadija
02:29
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Bio sam standup komičar
Za nju
Rekla je:
„ Volim te kad patiš “
Rasekla me je
Posred jugularne vene
I postao sam
Ozbiljan i bled
Bio sam čovek- tigar
Za nju
Ali ona voli mace
Išupala mi je očnjake
I napravila ogrlicu
Bio sam boem
Dok poljupcem nije
Isisala zadah duvana i piva
Postao sam jogi
Dosadan
Poželeo sam osvetu
Ali sam toliko puta
Proživeo smrt
Moje ljubavi
Da sam stotinu puta
Iskrvario iznutra
Bio sam čovek-ajkula
Ali je ona rekla:
„Svrti se malo“
I ja sam stao
I umro
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Samo da se nešto dešava
02:00
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Drhtim na plus 37
Smešim se ko
Češirski mačak
Pijem pivo
Slad sladi
gorčina i depresija ostaju
na okretnici
jedni te isti ljudi
vrte se u krug
samo da se
nešto dešava
samo da se
nešto dešava
Ne guraj mi robu
Pod nos
Nema naočara
Dovoljno tamnih
Ni dovoljno ružičastih
Za ovo
Nema dovoljno
Dobrovoljnih priloga
Ni dovoljno
Bolnica i ludnica
Sevaju sise i android-telefoni
Jurca se i ćopa
Samo da se
nešto dešava
samo da se
nešto dešava
Nema dovoljno
Zatvora
Za sve jajare
I kokošare
Posvuda
Mutavi saučesnici
I lajavi krelci
Nojevski gutaš
Temu dana
Samo da se
nešto dešava
samo da se
nešto dešava
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16. |
Fabrika neprijatelja
03:14
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Dijamanti se kopaju
Da bi zasijali
Na pogrešnom mestu
Na tijari ili kruni
Ostavite ih u srcu zemlje
Trebaće nam nešto
Da zasija, jednom,
Kad sve proguta mrak
Jer, živimo od mrvica
Naših očeva
A naša deca naslediće
Crnu Zemlju
Šalji nas u rupe
Po drago kamenje
Za pivo od banane
Slojevi kostiju
Danas je arheologija
Skoro savršena obdukcija
A sutra,
Ko zna?
Ubiti je lako
Kad imaš opravdanje
A preplašene male demokrate
Gutaju svoje glasačke listiće
Fabrika neprijatelja
To je tvoja zemlja
Ako te dronovi ne ubiju
Kamere sigurno hoće
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17. |
Major Contender
01:31
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Možda je vreme da se povučem
U stvari
Pravo je vreme za to
Jer me nikad nije ni bilo
Čemu izlaganje radaru
Tačkica u zlom oku
Koga nema bez njega se može
Koga ima taj je suvišan
Nikad još nisam video
Boskersku krušku u ringu
Koja umišlja da je
Major contender
Ovo je pravo vreme
da se spase olovka
Tako što ćeš je
Okačiti o klin
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18. |
Naša igra
03:25
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U našoj igri ne postoji zločinac
Samo pobednik i žrtva
U našoj igri ne smeš da kapituliraš
Jer nikad i nisi bio u ratu
U našoj igri
Smrt dolazi uz odobrenje s najvišeg nivoa
U našoj igri
U našoj igri
Zatiru se robovi
Koji mrze bundžije
U našoj igri
Svi imaju mišljenje
Ali niko ne sme
Da ga kaže u našoj igri
Ništa nas ne brine
Na poljima Palestine
Lepa želja
Od starog Kremlja
Pozdrave šalje Vašington
Za njim i London
Rakete blagosiljamo
Pa da giljamo
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Alek Novak Београд, Serbia
Guitarist-songwriter from Belgrade, experimenting with music genres, from blues to indie and with items, form dark corners of soul to social issues. Welcome to Belgrade!
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