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Koga briga za tvoja bedna osećanja?
Koga briga što smo na lopati Pere Ložača?
Ljudi ti zabiju nož u srce
lagano okrenu par puta
Uživaju dok ti život
beži na oči
A onda odu u pozorište
I plaču i odlaze utešeni
Jer su dobri i osećajni
I daju prosjaku pet para
I velikodušni su
I jebeš tvoj krvavi leš!
A zašto to rade?
ZATO ŠTO MOGU!
A peć je već blizu
I guta sve bez razlike
I plamenovi ližu naša stopala
I ko će sad da se buni?
Koga briga
Za tvoje bedna osećanja,
Reci ti meni?
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Pasji život
02:43
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Suvišan si posle tridesete
I prihvataš takvo stanje
Guzice rastu s godinama
Ili to stolice postaju manje
Ne smeta šef s krvavim rukama
Ne smeta da se svako kezi
Možda umreš dok stojiš kraj kase
Možda spržiš lice u fritezi
Stavite nove rešetke na kaveze
Ne dajte da ljudi postaju životinje
I posle pesme opet ćeš tako
Nova zalogaj-nova ćuška
Puni frižider večito gladan
Pavlovljev pas, balava njuška
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Would you like to be crucified?
It ain’t hard to do
One nail for each hand
And one for feet, too
Would you like to be burned to stake
Jean D'Arc on bonefire
There will be no mistake
turn to smoke - fly much higher
Would you like to be
Would you like to be crucified?
On silver screen it’s so easy
To die for the noble cose
For soda and something greasy
for moron picking his nose
oh lord, its so easy
And we’ll make money again
So please don’t be bothered
And you'll see there is no pain
In being hung, drawn and quartered
Would you like to be
Would you like to be crucified?
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Drinking No More
02:48
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Drinking no more
No aenesthetycs I say
Drinking no more
Cause there is no other way
To walk through this life
Not being stoned?
Drinking no more
Drinking no more
I pledged myself to boredom
Drinking no more
Cause freedom is hard word
Drinking no more
To be swallowed
With dry mouth
Drinking no more
No more poetry and self pitty
No more...and I am sober an guilty
As charged
Drinking no more
No aenesthetycs I say
Drinking no more
Cause there is no easy way
To walk through this life
Not being stoned?
Drinking no more
No more poetry and self pitty
No more...and I am sober an guilty
As charged
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If there is Paradise or Heaven
And if by any chance I get there
And if I find you by His throne
I'll run away anywhere, anywhere
If there is Paradise or Heaven
And all the things you said are true
I'll go with cynics, I’ll go with lefties
And leave the whole place for you
If there is Paradise or Heaven
If there is Paradise or Heaven...
If there is Paradise or Heaven
With church, cops, and businesman
Just shoot me and send me back to Earth
And I will make same mistakes again
If there is Paradise or Heaven
If there is Paradise or Heaven....
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Questions
02:18
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Questions of life and death
Everything else is obsolete
Questions of love and hate
Keep us safe from the street
Audience is elsewhere….
Please, lock me in!
Let’s start revolution
And betray it!
Let’s start revolution
Let’s betray it!
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So Alone Together
03:35
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We have our screens
don't need the eyes
we have our chains
don't need the ties
We have our silence
don't need a song
we have our plans
to stay alone
We are so alone together
together we are so alone
Don't make new man out of me
we die only once
don't make a new man out of me
I couldn't stand a chance
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Ja sam programiran
02:50
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Ja sam programiran
kad sam strejt il stondiran
Ja sam programiran
On zna šta sanjam ja
belog jednoroga
on zna šta sanjate vi...
Koga je briga?
Nikoga!
Koga je danas briga?!
Ja se mogu pobuniti
ali će odmah saznati
ja se mogu pobuniti
ali će odmah saznati
Revolucija je trejdmark
i puna špijuna
kad zamuknu svi
tad nastaje pobuna
Koga je danas briga?
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Svakog dana lažem sebe
02:01
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Svakog dana lažem sebe
Svakog dana lažem sebe
I ne ide
Ako se nešto promeni
Biće prekasno za mnoge
I nećemo se sećati
Nećemo se sećati
Jer to remeti san
Svakog dana lažem sebe
I ne ide
I svakog dana nova laž
Iza koje nema sna
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A kako bi bilo da...
03:46
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A kako bi bilo da sad lepo odjebeš
viziju sveta-hipermarketa zadrži za sebe
ti pameti, kičme, muda nemaš ni za zrno
maneken za japi odela a ispod noktiju crno
A šta kažeš da kupiš kartu u jednom pravcu
poslaćemo te na krstarenje u bušnom čamcu
ne brini ako budeš u frci, poslaćemo ti para
radničku platu od dvadeset hiljada dinara
Svi smo mi zamenjivi ali ne kao ti
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Nema pljačke, nema krvi
03:29
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Nema pljačke, nema krvi
Zar još želiš da znaš?
Zar ti je stvarno stalo?
Ko stoji iza svega?
ko se krije iza svega?
U banana - republici
svi stoje pod jednom šljivom
i nema pljačke i kraj i nema krvi i kraj
i samo daj, daj, daj, daj!
Nećemo se smiriti!
Nećemo nikad stati!
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Ni reči o tome
05:30
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Snimljeno u Subotici, avgust 2013. godine u Studiju 11. Pesma se nalazi na kompilaciji alternativne muzike "Putnik 3" ( projekat grada Subotice i UG "Balans Studio) koja je izašla u izdanju diskografske kuće "Slušaj najglasnije"
Ima četrdeset godina
i pet pesničkih zbirki
i ni stiha, ni slova
o tome
Tada je leteo visoko a njegove pesničke vizije
lelujale su iznad mamurnih glava
sabijenih u buljuk po veri
razvrstanih na žene, decu, starce, muškarce,
poguranih prema jednoj od bezbroj kapija
koje vode prema istom, kojeg, kažu ubice,
bolje čuju oni koji stoje pred njim
od onih koji samo kleče ili klanjaju
ili klanjaju
a on, jedan isti, došapnuo je Izabranima
jekom plemenskog bubnja
da je u starozavetnom raspoloženju,
zborio glasom prvosveštenika
ukrštenog s vođom,
basom Johnny Casha u
„God is gonna cut you down".
I vršili su njegovu volju:
opkolili
isterali
tukli
psovali
doterali
razvrstali
isprozivali
prebrojali
opet prebrojali
čekali da se uhvate najmanje tri muve
na svakom licu
pili i pušili
pevali
psovali zajedničke pretke
možda neki mrziteljski vic
smradno prazan kao ispražnjen šaržer
a onda je balavi regrut javio da može
i pošli su
poveli
poređali
streljali
pucali ponovo
zasuli
zatrpali
a nesvršeni „difovac" je rekao:
„Biće to lep fudbalski teren".
Majku vam jebem!
A on ima četrdeset godina
i pet pesničkih zbirki
i ni stiha, ni slova
o svemu
i ni slova, ni stiha
o njemu
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Wolf Pack
03:04
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I know it is happening
I know its gonna happen again
Ist not in your blood or in your gene
It’s the way you let your own mind be misled
Wolf pack x 3
It is calling you
Wolf pack x 3
It is calling you
You better be a good student
You better be a good boy
You better be a good soldier
You better be silent and unemployed
What is nakedness of your skin
Compared to elegance of your furr
What is a sense, a poetry, a love
Whe you have the rush, the adrenaline, the nerve?
Wolf pack x 3
It is calling you
Wolf pack x 3
It is calling you
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Ti nisi čovek Božji
03:37
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Nisi čovek Božji
Ti čovek nisi
Nisi čovek vere
Ti ni vaška nisi.
To je jako važno!
Nek se dobro krije!
Za grehe tvoje
Pred očima Justicije.
Slučaj ti ima bradu
Kakvu i ti nosiš
Nisi apdejtovao zločin?
Hodi ka slobodi!
Jer crkva je čista
Jer crkva je Neko
Njenu decu vrebaj
Jer Bog je daleko.
Ali to nije važno
Bog nama ne treba
Bog Nacije te ovde
Vodi pravo do neba.
Blagosiljaće ubice,
Blagosiljaće tenkove,
Blagosiljaće tajkune,
I račune im bankovne,
Blagosiljaće sve one
Gramzive i pohlepne
Blagosiljaće nam džipove
Da pregazimo sirote.
Blagosiljaće ratove
Bez razloga i povoda,
Blagosiljaće akademike
I pesnike „iz naroda".
Mi nismo kao protestanti
Sigurno ne kao katolici
Licemeri zapadni, kleti
Što sede vazda u sudnici
Naša crkva mora ostati čista
Mi na tome radimo
Pa neka se u tom poslu
Svi u tebe preobrazimo.
Nisi čovek Božji
Ti čovek nisi
Nisi čovek vere
Ti ni vaška nisi.
To je jako važno!
Nek se dobro krije!
Za grehe tvoje
Pred očima Justicije.
Slučaj ti ima bradu
Kakvu i ti nosiš
Nisi apdejtovao zločin?
Hodi ka slobodi!
Jer crkva je čista
Jer crkva je Neko
Njenu decu vrebaj
Jer Bog je daleko.
Ali to nije važno
Bog nama ne treba
Bog Nacije te ovde
Vodi pravo do neba.
Blagosiljaće ubice,
Blagosiljaće tenkove,
Blagosiljaće tajkune,
I račune im bankovne,
Blagosiljaće sve one
Gramzive i pohlepne
Blagosiljaće nam džipove
Da pregazimo sirote.
Blagosiljaće ratove
Bez razloga i povoda,
Blagosiljaće akademike
I pesnike „iz naroda".
Mi nismo kao protestanti
Sigurno ne kao katolici
Licemeri zapadni, kleti
Što sede vazda u sudnici
Naša crkva mora ostati čista
Mi na tome radimo
Pa neka se u tom poslu
Svi u tebe preobrazimo.
Ti nisi čovek Božji!
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15. |
Guitars Against Nazis
02:22
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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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