1. |
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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2. |
Dno dnoa
02:39
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Srbija ima talenat
Da konzumira kič i šund
To što neki za slavu rade
Ja ne bih ni lud
Opcija jedan, opcija sedam,
Izbor je samo tvoj,
Svaki idiot ima pravo da
Ukuca pogrešan broj
Big Brother zna šta je dno dna
Big Brother zna šta je dno dnoa
Muzika za liftove i koktele
Fikus - žurke za džet set,
Bijons, U2, Čorba
I pionirski slet
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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.
Ti nisi čovek Božji!
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4. |
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Everything else is obsolete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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Would you like to be crucified?
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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6. |
Bolje ne pitaj
03:16
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Teško je zagrliti hitru tamu
A ni ljubav nije uhvatljivija
I većina ne zna za dodir
Ni prve ni druge
A oni koji su ljubili obe
Znaju!
Znaju skoro sve
A ako neko zna
Šta je to
„još nešto“
Ne pitaj ga –
Mrtav je.
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7. |
Gordon Gecko
03:16
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E tu sam vas ček’o
Reče Gordon Gecko
Njegovo prevashodstvo
Uvodi dužničko ropstvo
Nisam ni čovek ni robot
Iako delim s tobom život
Pitam se šta će prvo izaći iz tebe
Kompjuter ili dete
Oči punim slikama
Srce punim ciframa
Tu sam te čeko
Reče Gordon Gecko
Skinut s ideologije
Navučen na selfije
Tu sam te čeko
Reče Gordon Gecko
And the rust never sleeps!
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8. |
Damask
02:37
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9. |
Teslin kalem
03:33
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Kuckamo poruke-oporuke
Očiju zakucanih za monitore
Dok napolju ječe pijuci
Koji kopaju naše grobove
U tvrdoj, škrtoj zemlji
Bićemo nov arheološki sloj
A mi kuckamo i kuckamo
Mi smo cyber buntovni soj
I mi kuckamo, kuckamo
Obijaju vrata, mi to ne znamo
Još jedan dodir tastera
I podigli bi ustanak
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10. |
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 svakome 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 a večito gladan
Pavlovljev pas, balava njuška
Pasji život je to...
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11. |
So Alone Together
03:35
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Together, so alone
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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12. |
Anya
02:19
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Anya
Anya!
In this cheesy postcard town
I call upon you
I beseech you
Although you are not here
Anya!
I don’t care if it is 3 AM
I really don’t give a damn
Tourists shout: Forget that whore!
They don’t know, don’t wanna know
Anya!
In our country people barely live and rarely talk
Then they shut down and go for a walk
To the nearest station and then wait
For train to take their love and hate
Anya!
I’ll swim in the sea with my head down
I can’t come back to our hometown
Where years fly and minutes are drag
I won’t be slaving away and I won’t beg
Anya!
You are my excuse
For toxic abuse
You are alibi
Why I’m still alive
You are my fairy
You are the ferry
To take me away
Just say
Just once!
Say…it!
Anya!You bitch!
You will open your shutters
In narrow one way street and gutter
I’ll serenade you in pigmey yard
With a voice of dying drunkard
Anya!
And what will happen then
I forgot, I just forgot
How it was and I don’t know
How it will be
Just let me see
You just have
To wait and see
Anya!
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13. |
Ni reči o tome
05:30
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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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14. |
Sistem
01:39
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Sistem šljaka
Sistem se kvari
Šrafovi se melju
Al sistem još radi
Goriva nema
Al’ sistem piči
Kotao puca
Komande gore
Al’ sistem još radi
Bitno je
Da sistem još radi
Prs’o hardver
Otiš’o softver
Al sistem još radi
Jer ovaj sistem
Radi na sistem
Perpetuum mobile
Perpetuum imobile
Sistem se hrani
Mrtvim i živim
Sistem se hrani
Antimaterijom
Sistem postoji
Jer sistem ne postoji
Sistem je sve
Što mogu da vidim
Sistem je senka
I transparentan
Mnogo se laje
A ništa ne menja
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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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