razno

We could be so good together
Ya, so good together
We could be so good together
Ya, we could, I know we could

Tell you lies
I tell you wicked lies
Tell you lies
Tell you wicked lies

Tell you 'bout the world that we'll invent
Wanton world without lament
Enterprise, expedition
Invitation and invention

Ya, so good together
Ah, so good together
We could be so good together
Ya, we could, know we could

Alright!

Do da do do do do do bup bup de day

We could be so good together
Ya, so good together
We could be so good together
Ya, we could, know we could

Tell you lies
Tell you wicked lies
Tell you lies
Tell you wicked lies

The time you wait subtracts the joy
Beheads the angels you destroy
Angels fight, angels cry
Angels dance and angels die

Ya, so good together
Ah, but so good together
We could be so good together
Ya, we could, know we could

Umro je pol Njumen,kad i moja baka.Ali drzacu se Pol Njumena...Boli me uvo ako nikog i ne zanima,ali bio je jedinstven lik.Rado ga se secam u filmovima:Zaoka,Macka na usijanom limenom krovu,Buc Kasidi I Sandens Kid....Kao klinka sam mislila da je on rodjen za mene.Svasta sam ja mislila,umisljala...sanjala sam ,dok su moje vrsnjakinje slusale Cecu,da se udajem za Dejvid Bouvija,ili Rok Hadsona..sve pederi,no to sad nije vazno.Vazno je da ja sad mogu da napisem ovde da sam sad,ali da ce me barem uvek podsetiti,dok budem gledala njegove filmove,da je jos ziv..I pevam mu pretenciozno,gde god da je

It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Smiling faces I can see, but not for me,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

My riches can't buy ev'rything,
I want to hear the children sing.
All I hear is the sound of rain falling on the ground,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Doin' things I used to do they think are new.
I sit and watch as tears go by.

Nazvala bih je kad bi bila devojcica Angie...

Pojurila sam do Zire da kupim decku duks,usput gledavsi ih...Mali ljudi u sarenim benkicama,smese mi se deca,a ja ne mogi..ne umem.Kako,da ja budem majka,pomisljam kad sam i sama kao dete. Ne osecam nishta prema toj deci,nisu mi ni slatka.Moj brat ima prelepu cerku,ali je mutava i glupa.Ja sam sa 5 god pisala i ucila engleski...dopada mi se samo jedno detence,mali Ajnstajn kako ga zovem...Tudje je,ali kao da je moje.Opet,ne umem ni o psu da se brinem,a trenutno su mi i oni zanimljiviji od dece...Idem da pustim nesto veselo na kompu,ne svidja mi se moj pesimizam...