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DOBRO DOŠLI FANOVI NIRVANE!

15.05.2009.

Kako je lako provaliti!!!

Slušao sam "Aerodrom" novu pjesmu od van gogha i pocetak mi se cinio poznatim... Hm...

Aerodrom


Smells Like Teen Spirit

25.01.2009.

I AM BACK

Vratio sam se napokon

24.06.2007.

Napokon

Nakon 3 mjeseca da šta napišem. 591 posjeta!!!! To je dobro

18.03.2007.

Deep Purple


Evo jedna pjesma koja ce u društvu postati himna uskoro


Highway Star


Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power big fat tyres
  and everything

     I love it and I need it
     I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane
     Alright hold tight
     I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend
Oooh she's a killing machine
She's got everything
Like a moving mouth body control
  and everything

     I love her I need her
     I seed her
     Yeah She turns me on
     Alright hold on tight
     I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I'm on the road again
Oooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything
Like a moving ground an open road
  and everything

     I love it and I need it
     I seed it
     Eight cylinders all mine
     Alright hold on tight
     I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power big
  fat tyres and everything

     I love it and I need it
     I bleed it
     Yeah it's a wild hurricane
     Alright hold on tight
     I'm a highway star
     I'm a highway star
     I'm a highway star

17.03.2007.

Iron Maiden 5

Slikeee!!!!

17.03.2007.

Iron Maiden 4

Fear Of The Dark!!!

17.03.2007.

Iron Maiden 3

Još slika!!!!

17.03.2007.

Iron Maiden2

Koliko ljudi!!!!

17.03.2007.

Iron Maiden

Zahvaljujući Vesni Dobio sam slike!!!! Pozdrav Vesna!

17.03.2007.

IRON MAIDEN Beograd

Evo malo slika sa koncerta
Bina....

11.03.2007.

"Nevermind"



The Meanings of the songs

Smells Like Teen Spirit - An attack on the apathy of our own generation

In Bloom - An attack on people who listen to certain music for the wrong reason. Imagine the macho, gun toting guy who sings along to Nirvana, but has no clue what he's singing about.

Come As You Are - A song full of contradictions on how we act versus how we think society thinks we should act.

Breed - Growing up and being trapped by Middle Class America.

Lithium - A first person narrative of a nervous breakdown. An ode to disconnection. Other Other interpretations suggested: Everything contadicts itself, as if he's bi-polar and those are his two sides.

Polly - Based on the actual kidnapping of a 14 year old girl and her torture.

Territorial Pissings - Multi-themed song that attacks macho men.

Drain You - A song about (plainly and simply) love. Highly medical theme.

Lounge Act - A song about having a certain vision and being smothered by a relationship.

Stay Away - An attack on any conformist clique.

On A Plain - Many small lines of poetry having multi themes.

Something in the Way - A song about Kurt's experiences living under a bridge when he was kicked out of home. Do note he did not at anytime live under a bridge so this could be wrong. A song about being lonely, outsider?

Endless, Nameless - Previously called "The Noise Jam" An experimental song created when one of the takes on Lithium went bad.

09.03.2007.

Značenja pjesama "Bleach"

Bleach

Blew - The whole song conveys themes of entrapment

Floyd the Barber - A song about a small town that goes bad, the title is taken from a character on The Andy Griffith Show. Everyone turns out to be a mass-murderer. The song also shows Freudian castration fears. - Drums: Dale Crover

About A Girl - A song written for Kurt's girlfriend Tracy, she threatened to kick him out if he didn't get a job.

School - A song about the incestuous Seattle Scene. The bands seem to resemble high school cliques.

Love Buzz - A cover song from the group Shocking Blue from the Netherlands. Chris wanted Kurt to put this song in the album so Kurt rewrote the guitar Tab. for it

Paper Cuts - Part of the lyrics are based on a true story of a family that Kurt was acquainted with, who locked their children in a room. Other lyrics have to deal with parents, and neglect. - Drums: Dale Crover

Negative Creep - The first person narrative from an antisocial person

Scoff - A song that's directed towards the people who didn't believe in Kurt's musical aspirations

Swap Meet - A battle of the sexes put in the background of a Sunday swap meet

Mr. Moustache - Speaks out against the stereotypical male macho image

Sifting - seems to take on authority figures with it's mention of preachers and teachers

Big Cheese - This song is written about Sub Pop man Jonathan Poneman and the pressures he put on the band.

Downer - Kurt's attempt at a political song.

08.03.2007.

My Immortal













My Immortal


I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

03.03.2007.

Evo mu i Kćerke!!!!


Evo malo da vidite kako izgleda Kurtova kćerka Frances!!!!


27.02.2007.

"Hollow Years"

Evo jednog od najboljih tekstova po meni.....










Hollow Years

He's just the kind of man
You hear about
Who leaves his family
For an easy out
They never saw the signs
He never said a word
He couldn't take another day

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone
You're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over you head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

She's not the kind of girl
You hear about
She'll never want another
She'll never be without
She'll give you all the signs
She'll tell you everything
Then turn around and walk away

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone
You're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over you head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone
You're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over you head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years


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Slušam NIRVANU, DREAM THEATER, METALIKU, EVANESCENCE,
NIGHTWISH.
Volim dobru zabavu i ako me ljudi smatraju stidnim,nekad sam otvoren i veseo.
Rođen sam 20.02.1987 u Tuzli....
Jap eto Vidite, rođen sam dvadeset godina nakon Kurta....
Ali to nije razlog zašto slušam NIRVANU i zašto posvečujem ovaj blog NIRVANI i Kurtu.....


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PJESME POSLIJE KURTOVE SMRTI

Bambi Slaughter / Bambi Kill

Hey, the love of two
A desire, is whats for you
is it real? A lulliby?
Face to face, with an unamed mouth
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! hey! Heyyyy!
Feel the spirit form, in his eyes was loving for
And his lion's were raging high, hunts himself & fears his ripe
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyy!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!


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Come On Death

Surly
I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on deaaaath
ohaaaaaahhhh, ohaaaaaaaahahah, ohaaaaaaoooohoh

Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on ...
Noooooooooooo, noooooooooo, nooooooooooo, nooooooooooo

Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly
And I am so surly, oooooaaaaaahhhh

Deaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaaaath
Come on death, come on death, come on death, come on death
Surly, surly, surly, surly

I'm does finishing to hell
And I'm does, and I'm does hell, hell, heeelllllllll

Come on death (x4) -- ohaaaaaaaahh
Come on death (x4) -- deaaaaaaaaaaath

Performed in New York, NY on 09/28/91.

Down In The Dark

Baby you're going Down In The Dark
Show my lonely night is fallen and I don't have very long
Think [I] might of broke my boil
Within my face might burn
You're gonna make it better for a little while

Baby you're gonna die someday
See you in your crowded wasted , then you start to fade
That when we start singing faster
I wouldn't wait so long
Won't get any easier in the Dark

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeahh
You Will, You Will, You Will....

Originally by Mark Lanegan

Help Me, I'm Hungry

Hold me, there's too much tension
Grade me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking cornered
Grade me, you might be right

Lightning fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want

Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Hold me, something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?

Naked man you say you saw
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help

Live version.

I Hate Myself And Want to Die

Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill

In the someday what's that sound?

Broken heart and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horse feels
(Alt: Think about some capsules of horse pills)
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill

In the someday what's that sound?

- Spoken interlude in middle -

Most people don't realize
That two large pieces of coral,
Painted brown, and attached to his skull
With common wood screws can make a child look like a deer

From the "Beavis & Butthead Experience" compilation.

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In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse

Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.

See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care

Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should

See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care

We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.

See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room

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Spank Thru

And as the soft pretentious mountains
Glisten in the light of the trees
And the flowers sing in D minor
And the birds fly happily

We'll be together once again my love
I need you back, oh baby baby

I can't explain just why we lost it from the start
Living without you girl, you'll only break my heart ...

I can feel it
I can hold it
I can bend it - I can shape it - I can mold it
I can cut it, I can taste it - I can spank it, I can beat it, mastur-bate it ... Aah!

I've been lookin for Day Glo
Always hearing the same ole'
Sticky boredom with a book
I can make it do things you wouldn't think it ever could

I can feel it
I can hold it
I can bend it - I can shape it - I can mold it
I can cut it, I can taste it - I can spank it, I can beat it, ejacu-late it ... Aah!

(x2)
I've been lookin for Day Glo
Always hearing the same ole'
Sticky boredom with a book
I can make it do things you wouldn't think it ever could

Sub-Pop-200 version

Talk To Me

Shake it down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on
Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on

Don't let me detain you
Try to ride along
Don't you lie, knowing
I am not sad
I am not silly
I am not chippin'
I am not chippin' away

Talk to me
In your own language, please
In your own
Talk to me
In your own language please

Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man
Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man

Leader of the band
Makes a mental hell
I won't weather it well
Well I never
Saw it with my arm
Paint it with my heart
Paint it with my eyes and make it right

Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man

You don't want to hear this
Nothin' but a whore
I will play the leader
With pain
Now you know I'm needy
Lay them down easy
Lay them down easy

Talk to me
In your own language please

The 'Priest' They Called Him

"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks."

People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway.

"Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy, there, with his overcoat
unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.

The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside
a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.

Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use
his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs, yet,"
he said, and walked quickly away with the case.

Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously.
"Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just Mexican leather."
"Well, some joker didn't cure it."

The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.

"Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel.

Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless
I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.

The doctor was not pleased to see him.

"Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!"

The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
money in his pocket and started to scream.

"I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.

"I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked open a drawer
and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have in the OFFICE!"
The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical.
The Priest's expression did not change.

The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."

"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you."

"All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk,
rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.

"These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the
bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.

Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper.

He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.

The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.

He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan
and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something.

In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.

"Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door."
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.

A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed.

"What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.

"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the leg cramps back
with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy
groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
"It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require much, senor."

The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.

Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays.
He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest,
there was no need to call one.

You've Got No Right / On The Mountain / You Know You're Right

I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you

Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never failed to fail

Pain! (x3)
You know you're right (x3)

It's so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
There's talk about someone else
Steaming, soon begins to melt
Nothin' really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it'd come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never failed to fail

Pain! (x5)

You know you're right (x12)

You know your rights (x4)

Pain ...





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Smells Like Teen Spirit
Lithium
About A Girl
Breed
The Man Who Sold The World
Heart - Shaped Box
Rape Me
Polly
Come As You Are
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