ViP Jukebox Vol. 5

Popizdiše na žensku jer se usudila otpjevati turkinja bugarsku pjesmu bolje nego itko njihov

koji ste vi zapadnjaci. 

ja ću jednu russkaju.

Tovariš Koba wrote:koji ste vi zapadnjaci. 

ja ću jednu russkaju.

Ma! Cuj ga! :-/ Glazba je univerzalna i drago mi je zbog toga. Kad bi jos i nju gurali u nase preglupe ideoloske podjele, mogli bismo fino zavrsit' pricu sa svime. Ali, evo, prihvacam zaokret. Volim jedan post-punk bend iz Minska. :)

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Domenico:

What ancestor speaks in me? I can’t live simultaneously in my head and in my body. That’s why I can’t be just one person. I can feel within myself countless things at once.

There are no great masters left. That’s the real evil of our time. The heart’s path is covered in shadow. We must listen to the voices that seem useless in brains full of long sewage pipes of school wall, tarmac and welfare papers. The buzzing of insects must enter. We must fill the eyes and ears of all of us with things that are the beginning of a great dream. Someone must shout that we’ll build the pyramids. It doesn’t matter if we don’t. We must fuel that wish and stretch the corners of the soul like an endless sheet.

If you want the world to go forward, we must hold hands. We must mix the so-called healthy with the so-called sick. You healthy ones! What does your health mean? The eyes of all mankind are looking at the pit into which we are plunging. Freedom is useless if you don’t have the courage to look us in the eye, to eat, drink and sleep with us! It’s the so-called healthy who have brought the world to the verge of ruin. Man, listen! In you water, fire and then ashes, and the bones in the ashes. The bones and the ashes!

Where am I when I’m not in reality or in my imagination? Here’s my new pact: it must be sunny at night and snowy in August. Great things end. Small things endure. Society must become united again instead of so disjointed. Just look at nature and you’ll see that life is simple. We must go back to where we were, to the point where we took the wrong turn. We must go back to the main foundations of life without dirtying the water. What kind of world is this if a madman tells you you must be ashamed of yourselves!

O Mother! The air is that light thing that moves around your head and becomes clearer when you laugh.

abraham wrote:

auuu jebote otkad ovo nisam čuo.