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AMERICAN IDIOT

Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.

Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's going out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.


JESUS OF SUBURBIA

i'm the son of rage and love
the jesus of suburbia
from the bible of "none of the above"
on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin
no one ever dies for my sins in hell
as far as i can tell
at least the ones i got away with
but there's nothing wrong with me
this is how i'm supposed to be
in the land of make believe
that don't believe in me
get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
the living room in my private womb
while the mom's and brad's are away
to fall in love and fall in debt
to alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane
to keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

at the center of the earth
in the parking lot of the 7-11 where i was taught
the motto was just a lie
it saya "home is where your heart is"
but what a shame
'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
we're beating out of time
city of the dead
at the end of another lost highway
signs misleading to nowhere - city of the damned
lost children with dirty faces today
no one really seems to care
i read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
and so it seemed to confess it didn't say much
but it only confirmed that
the center of the earth is the end of the world
and i could really care less

i dont care if you dont.
I dont care if you dont
i dont care if you dont care
everyone is so full of shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites.
Hearts recycled but never saved
from the cradle to the grave
we are the kids of war and peace
from anahem to the middle east
we are the stories and disciples of the jesus of suburbia
land of make believe
and it dont believe in me and i dont care!

dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
are we demented?
Or am i disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am i retarded?
Or am i just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and i stand accused
for lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

to live and not to breathe
is to die in tragedy
to run, to run away to find what to believe
and i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
i lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
so i run, i run away
to the light of masochists
and i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
and i walked this line a million and one fucking times
but not this time
i don't feel any shame, i won't apologise
when there aint nowhere you can go
running away from pain when you've been victimized
tales from another broken home




HOLIDAY

Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame, the ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery (Hey!)
A plead, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear a drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
The line, the money's on the other side

Can I get another Amen (Amen)
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!)
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday


"The representative from California has the floor"

Seek out to the president gasbag
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel tower
who criticized your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass man
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Triumph by fires, sinning buyers
Is that a way that's meant for me
Just cause
Just cause because we’re all ok

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday


City of a damned

16.06.2006., petak

ok!

evo mene natrag... neznam dali još tko čita moj blog,jer je...ono...napušteni...
ali... pokušat ću ga obnovit...

goodbye!

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13.02.2006., ponedjeljak

..."to know you is to hate you so loving you must be like suicide"...

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ja sam vam ovih dana...ono...bez inspiracije za pisanje... trenutno se ne bavim baš nekim dubokoumnim mislima...makar mi padne tu i tamo koja na pamet,ali sam bez volje za filozofiranjem...bavim se većinom planiranjem...da...ali već ne... bolje je ne planirati...jer onda sve uvijek krivo ispadne... nikad nije tak kak si misliš da bude...zato je sve najbolje prepustiti...sudbini... ? valjda...
i imam jednu genijalnu novost...kupila sam si dva green day bedŽa...ono! yeee! :) Go,bedži,go bedži,just go,go,go!!! :)

to je sve od mene danas.... uživajte u prekrasnim slikama...
i u sutrašnjem danu... :)

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Who the hell are you to tell me what I am
And what's my master plan
What makes you think that it includes you?
Self-righteous wealth
Stop flattering yourself
So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American

Sucking up you social sect
Making you a nervous wreck
To hell and back and hell again I've gone
You're not my type
Not my type

What's the difference between you and me?
I do what I want, and you do what you're told

So listen up and shut the hell up
It ain't no big deal
And I'll see you in hell
So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American

Falling from grace, right on my face
To hell and back and hell again I've gone


p.s. podebljani stihovi su iz onog pisma koje sam stavila na stari blog... :)

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09.02.2006., četvrtak

"Who the hell are you to tell me what I am"

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Imam jednu genijalnu vijest! Green Day je osvojio Grammy za "Record of the Year"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Makar sam znala da bude,ali ...ono,ne?
inače, kod mene nema ničeg novog...sve po starom...tak da nemam kaj pisati...a nemam ni inspiraciju za filozofiranje...:)
uživajte u slikama...i u vijesti da je American Idiot NAJBOLJI!!!!!!

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05.02.2006., nedjelja

here I go again...

dragi peoplovi,evo mog novog bloga...prvi mi je propao zbog moje...hm...zaboravljivosti,pa...nadam se da bude vam se sviđao ovaj "novi"...ustvari,isti bude kao prvi,so... enjoy! :)

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BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS


I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And were I walk alone

Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I'll walk alone!



SHE'S A REBEL

She's a rebel
she's a saint
she's the salt of the earth
and she's dangerous
she's a rebel
vigilante
missing link on the brink
of destruction
from chicago
to toronto
she's the one that they
call. Old whatsername
she's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a handgrenade
is she thinking
what i'm thinking?
Is she the mother of all bombs?
Gonna detonate
is she trouble?
Like i'm trouble?
Make it a double
twist of fate
or a melody that
she sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings this liberation
that i just can't define
nothing comes to mind


Minority

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now
The only way I know

One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
Fuck 'em all
You are your own sight

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority



LETTERBOMB

Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high.
The dummy failed the crash test,
Now collecting unemployment checks like
a flunkie along for the ride,
Where have all the riots gone as the city's
motto gets pulverized?
"What's in love is now in debt" on your birth certificate,
So strike the fucking match to light this fue!
The town bishop is an extortionist and he
don't even know you exist.
Standing still when it's do or die,
You better run for your fucking life.
It's not over till you're underground.
It's not over before it's too late.
This city's burning "It's not my burden".
It's not over before it's too late, there
is nothing left to analyze.
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus wires itself
And where will we all go when it's too late?

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia,
The St. Jimmy is a figment of your father's rage
And your mother's love.
Made me the idiot america.
It's not over 'till you're underground.
It's not over before it's too late.
This citys burning. "It's not my burden".
It's not over before it's too late.
She said "I can't take this place,
I'm leaving it behind".
She said "I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight".


HOMECOMING

Part I: The Death of St. Jimmy

My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no sign of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
A fixture in the city of lust
What the hell's your name?
What's your pleasure what is your pain?
Do you dream to much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch
In the crowd of pain.
St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says “we're fucked up”
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame

Jimmy died today
He blew out his brains into the bay
In the state of mind
Is my own private suicide


Part II: East 12th ST.

Well nobody cares
Well nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Well nobody cares
Well nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on East 12th st.
He's not listened to a word now
He's in his own world
And he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the under belly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
And she had enough
And he had plenty

Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here

So far away
I don't want to stay
Get me out of here right now
Just wanna be free
Is there a responsibility
Get me out of here right now
This lifelike dream ain't for me

Part III: Nobody likes you!

I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee
And your still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone
'Cause noone's here
Left me here alone
And I should've stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee
I'm thinking were'd you go
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
Where'd you go?
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
Where'd you go?

Part IV Rock and roll girlfriend
*written and sung by Tre'

Geez...ha...
I got a rock and roll band
I got a rock and roll life
I got a rock and roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife
I got a rock and roll house
I got a rock and roll car
I plat the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin'
In over 22 days
So get off my case
Off of my case
Off of my case

Part V: We're coming home again

Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feet
The time has come and it's going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat
The world is spinning
Round and round
Out of control again
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letterbomb
And visit me in hell
We're the ones going

Home
We're coming home again

I started fuckin' running
As soon as my feet touched ground
We're back in barrio
And to you and me, that's jingle town

That's home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
(NO FUCKING CONTROL I NEED IT I KNOW...)
Home
We're coming home again

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun...