......jUUst Rooooock...
31.03.2006., petak
...evo mene again..:)
eto nakon dugog vremena evo mene opet!Imala sam mnogo za uciti,pa nisam stigla..hehehe...sta da vam pricam..eto u mom zivotu se nije nista posebno dogodilo,ali jedino to sto JEDVA cekam sada da WASTEDI sviraju..heheh..jebote kada god oni negdje sviraju uvijek sam u glupoj kazni zbog ocjena,pa se nadam da ce sada biti sve u redu..:)..ako netko nezna tko su wastedi evo ja vam stavim nekoliko slikica od njih: i njihov vokal...shaple...cure zar nije sladak..:))  i sada nesto sto ja posebno obozavam..  eto za danas je gotovo...btw:wastedi one komentare vam ja nisam ostavila,jedna cura ivana je to napisala!!see ya |
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14.03.2006., utorak
...liFe SuCks..
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ev dosadno mi je pa opet nesto pisem bezveze..opet pada ovaj jebeni snijeg..jebem ga ja u dupe..lol..sada bi kao trebalo doci proljece..ajd jedva cekam da bude barem malo toplije..bas sam sva neka sjebana u ovazadnja 2 tjedna...nista nije kako treba..jebote i skola a i jebeni starci..svi mi idu na kurac..sorry sto ovak psujem,ali jedino ovdje mogu nekako izraziti osjecaje..:)) jedva cekam jebeni vikend..da idem vaaaaan...btw:mateo & mislave mal me sprd vise ici svake subote u prostos s vama..mozda sam malo dosadna alenu..??:))ev malo slikica vise mi se ne da pisat.. OVA MI JE SLIKA BAS SUPER...  EVO MOJ JIM...KAKO MI JE KJUT  I SECER NA KRAJU..:)  AJDE SVI UZIVAJTE..I VIDIMO SE NEAM POJMA KADA..LOL..pozz |
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07.03.2006., utorak
..JIm MorriSon..
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ev people da vam mal napisem nesht o jimu..i evo malo njegove poezije..ako ste gledali film THE DOORS sigurno ce vam biti poznato.. Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. WAKE UP! You can't remember where it was Has this dream stopped? AWAKE Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by its quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the woolly cotton brains on infancy. The music and voices are all around us. Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones The time has come again. Choose now, they croon, Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake. Enter again the sweet forest, Enter the hot dream, Come with us, Everything is broken up and dances. GHOST SONG Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. "Me and my — mother and father — and a grandmother and a grandfather — were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just — I don't know what happened — but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death." "So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta' been about four — like a child is like a flower, his head is floating in the breeze, man." "The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back — is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians... maybe one or two of 'em... were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still in there. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all. Gently they stir, gently rise. The dead are newborn awakening With ravaged limbs and wet souls, Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement. Who called these dead to dance? Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand? Was it the wilderness children? Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly? I called you up to anoint the earth. I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin. I called to wish you well, To glory in self like a new monster. And now I call on you to pray. A MILITARY STATION IN THE DESERT Can we resolve the past, Lurking jaws, joints of time? The Base To come of age in a dry place, Holes and caves. My friend drove an hour each day from the mountains. The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap. Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show. They gave out free records to the best couple. Spades dance best, from the hip. The music was new, black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days. They went to the studio and someone knew him; Someone knew the TV showman. He came to your homeroom party and played records And when he left in the hot noon sun and walked to his car, We saw the chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield He wiped it off with a white rag and smiling coolly drove away. He's rich. Got a big car. My gang will get you... Scenes of rape in the arroyo Seductions in cars, abandoned buildings. Fights at the food stand. The dust. The shoes. Open shirts and raised collars. Bright sculptured hair. Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon... I show you good time. This place has everything. C'mon... I show you. Angels and sailors, rich girls, backyard fences, tents, Dreams watching each other narrowly, Soft luxuriant cars. Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor and clothes, half gallons of wine and six packs of beer. Jumped, humped, born to suffer, made to undress in the wilderness. I will never treat you mean Never start no kind of scene I'll tell you every place and person that I've been Always a playground instructor, never a killer, Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over, He maneuvered two girls in to his hotel room. One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican. Poor boys thighs and buttocks scarred by a father's belt, She's trying to rise. Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games, Handsome lad, dead in a car. Confusion. No connections. Come 'ere. I love you. Peace on earth. Will you die for me? Eat me. This way. The end. I'll always be true Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe If only you'll show me Far Arden again. I'm surprised you could get it up. He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt. Haven't I been through enough? she asks, Now dressed and leaving The Spanish girl begins to bleed; She says her period. It's Catholic heaven. I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck, My chest is hard and brown. Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin, We could plan a murder, Or start a religion. I'll tell you this... No eternal reward will forgive us now For wasting the dawn. Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused. One summer night, going to the pier, I ran into two young girls. The blonde was called Freedom, The dark one, Enterprise. We talked and they told me this story: Now listen to this...I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat. Soft driven, slow and mad Like some new language, Reaching your hand with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger. Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god, Wandering, wandering in hopeless night. Out here in the perimeter there are no stars, Out here we is stoned Immaculate. The movie will begin in five moments, The mindless voice announced, All those unseated will await the next show. We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast and silent. As we seated and darkened, the voice continued: The program for this evening is not new, You've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death, You might recall all of the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on? I'm getting out of here! Where are you going? To the other side of morning. Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand. It's all right, all your friends are here. When can I meet them? After you've eaten. I'm not hungry. Uh, we meant beaten. Silvery stream, silvery scream Oooooh, impossible concentration. Curses, Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise. Large buxom obese queens Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint cabbage saints Shit hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials Tight lipped losers and Lustful fuck salesmen My militant dandies All strange order of monsters Hot on the trail of the woodvine We welcome you to our procession. Here come the Comedians Look at them smile Watch them dance an Indian mile. Look at them gesture How aplomb So to gesture everyone. Words dissemble Words be quick Words resemble walking sticks. Plant them they will grow Watch them waver so. I'll always be a word man Better than a bird man. ALL HAIL THE AMERICAN NIGHT! What was that? I don't know. Sounds like guns... thunder. Ladies and gentlemen! From Los Angeles, California... The Doors! ... Well I woke up this morning Got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning Got myself a beer Well, the future's uncertain The end is always near . . . The World on Fire . . . Taxi from Africa . . . The Grand Hotel . . . He was drunk a big party last night back, going back in all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots. Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you. Acquiring soulful wisdom, You can open walls of mystery, Stripshow. How to acquire death in the morning show. TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train, the death of my cock gives life. Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry taught us god in the child's prayer in the night. Guitar player, Ancient wise satyr, Sing you ode to my cock. Caress its lament, Stiffen and guide us, we frozen. Lost cells, The knowledge of cancer, To speak to the heart And give the great gift: Words Power Trance This stable friend and the beasts of his zoo, Wild haired chicks, Women flowery in their summit, Monsters of skin. Each color connects to create the boat which rocks the race. Could any hell be more horrible than now and real? I pressed her thigh and death smiled. Death, old friend, Death and my cock are the world. I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance Sentence upon sentence Words are healing lament For the death of my cock's spirit Has no meaning in the soft fire. Words got me the wound and will get me well, If you believe it. All join now and lament for the death of my cock A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night. Boys get crazy in the head and suffer, I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence. Thoughts in time and out of season ima toga josh,al i ovo je dugacko,a i kontam si da vam se ne da citat,no nevermind... ev neke slikice::: KURT...  JIMMMMOV GROB..:(((  I TO JE SVE....SEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!::))))))))) |
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15.02.2006., srijeda
...EVO NEKIH SPOTOVA..
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...TUŽNO... BON JOOOOOOOOOOOVOOO :)) na kraju MOTLEY CRUE LJUDI UZHIWAJTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......morrisongirl..::)) |
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10.02.2006., petak
..kUrT cObAiN..
 Kurt Donald Cobain rođen je 20. veljače 1967. u Hoquaimu, savezna država Washington. Roditelji mu se razvode 1976. Christa Novoselicha upoznaje 1986. i s njim osniva grupu Nirvana. Prvi album "Bleach" snimaju 1989. za neovisnu tvrtku SubPop, a 1991. za Geffen snimaju drugi album "Nevermind" koji ih dovodi na vrh popularnosti. Kurt se 1992. ženi s Courtney Love, ali nakon albuma "Incesticide" i "In Utero" Cobaina nalaze mrtvog pored ispaljene sačmarice u njegovu domu u Seattleu 8. travnja 1994. Kremiran je i njegov je pepeo rasut po rijeci Wishkah. SAMO ZA FANOVE NIRVANEEEE ::)))) pozz svimaaaaaa btw:eto da se sjetimo kurta..mal je kratko al je kak bi se reklo jasno..lol.. |
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25.01.2006., srijeda
::doorsi::
Grupu su osnovali 1965 u Los Angelesu dva studenta Jim Morrison i Ray Manzarek.Kasnije im se pridružuju bubnjar John Densmore i gitarist Roby Kieger.1966 grupa je potpisala ugovor s Elektra Recordsom i izdala prvi album The Doors,koji je uključivao i veliki hit Light My Fire.Svojim bogatim i hladnim glasom te jedinstvenim i sumornim poetskim vizijama,Morrison je istraživao dubine najmračnijih i najtajanstvenih aspekata psihodeličnog iskustva.Godine 1967. izlazi i njihov drugi album "Strange Days", na kojem su dva velika hita: "People Are Strange" i "Love Me Two Times". Samo godinu dana kasnije izlazi album "Waiting For The Sun", s kojeg su također potekla dva velika hita: "The Unknown Solider" i njihov drugi američki broj jedan - "Hello I Love You". Po mnogima, veliko razočaranje grupe The Doors predstavljao je njihov album iz 1969. godine, "The Soft Parade", s kojeg je, kao jedini hit, potekla pjesma "Touch Me". Optužena za preveliku dozu rock undergrounda na albumu, grupa je uzvratila s posljednja dva velika albuma snimljena s Morrisonom, za koje su inspiraciju potražili u čistom bluesu. Početkom 1971. snimljen je album "L.A. Woman", ujedno i zadnji na kojem je pjevao Jim Morrison. Od samoga početka Morrison je predstavljao centar benda, pokazavši se kao vrlo nestabilna osoba tijekom svoje kratke karijere. 1969, Morrison je uhićen zbog skidanja na koncertu u Miamiju, a taj je incident skoro uzrokovao raspad benda. Grupu The Doors cijelo je vrijeme pratio niz skandala koji su se javljali kao posljedica buntovničkog ponašanja članova i ništa manje buntovničke glazbe. Njihova je glazba oduvijek bila pokušaj odupiranja postojećim pravilima, zbog čega ju je vrlo dobro prihvaćala mlada generacija. Morrisonova skidanja na pozornici, kao i optužbe za bogohuljenje, razlozi su zbog kojih je postao neka vrsta heroja svoje generacije, ali i zbog kojih je često bio optuživan i zatvaran. Sredinom 1970. godine Morrison se povlači u Pariz s namjerom da piše pjesme, a godinu dana nakon toga umire, navodno od srčanog udara. Dosta vremena nakon njegove smrti smatralo se da je Morrison, zapravo, izrežirao svoju smrt kako bi izbjegao odlazak u zatvor u Americi. Jim Morrison je uskoro postao kultna ličnost te je i nakon smrti privlačio veliku pozornost medija. Albumi grupe The Doors i dalje se prodaju tijekom 80-ih, ali popularnost veću čak i od one za života Morrisona postižu 1991. godine, kada je Oliver Stone snimio film "The Doors", s Val Kilmerom u glavnoj ulozi. Čak i danas, više od 30 godina nakon Morrisonove smrti, grupa The Doors i dalje prodaje zapanjujuće velik broj materijala i smatra se jednom od najvećih legendi rock glazbe. |
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::biografija aXla::
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Axl Rose je rodjen kao William Bruce Rose, ali se njegovo ime kasnije mijenjalo u William ili Bill Bailey (njegova majka se preudala) a onda William Rose (kada je imao 17 godina saznao je da je prezime njegovog pravog oca bilo Rose) zatim W. Rose (zato sto je mislio da je William odvratno ime) zatim "Babe" na njegov zahtjev za sto kracim imenom i najzad u W. Axl Rose (Axl je bio njegov,Izzy-jev i Chris Weber-ov bend prije G N' R -a) i tako ga dan danas znamo! Axl je rodjen 6. februara 1962. u Lafayette Indiana, gdje je i odrastao. Ime njegove majke je Sharon E. Bailey. Ime oca je L.Stephen Bailey. Axl-ova majka je uvijek birala nekog drugog preko Axl-a tako da je to ostavilo na Axl-a osjecaj odbacenosti. Axl-ov pravi otac takodje nije bio uzoran gradjanin. "Sjecam se kako sam zlostavljan od strane ovog covjeka i takodje sam gledao kako se nesto strasno desava mojoj majci kada je dosla da me spasi.Dobijao sam dosta nasilnih pomisli gledajuci moju majku sa tim covjekom." "Uvjek sam osjecao tu potrebu da se vratim nazad i pomognem majci. Osjecao sam to kao obavezu ali sada ne vise, ona me je oblacila i hranila ali nije bila tu kada mi je bila potrebna." Axl nije totalno zaboravio svoju porodicu, sto je dokazao slanjem limuzine svojoj porodici da ih doveze na koncert u Indiapolisu maja 1992. godine. Njegova baba je ocigledno zenska verzija njega jer je tokom cijelog koncerta pjevala zajedno sa publikom. Porodicno re-ujedinjenje je uslijedilo poslije koncerta ali je nesto, ocigledno, poslo naopako jer je Axl polomio sav inventar u hotelskoj sobi te noci, sto nije skoro nikada ranije radio. Na kraju krajeva bar je pokusao!Cim se kako on kaze skotrljao u L.A istorija je pocela da se pise. Nije utrosio mnogo vremena ispunjavjuci svoje snove, ali nije mu bilo lako. "Kada sam bio u Indiani bio sam Labeled Punk...Punk Rocker. Kada sam se preselio u L.A punkeri su me zvali hippy i nisu zeljeli da imaju nista zajednicko sa mnom. Hollywood rock scena je bila ratna zona tada. Pokusao sam sa punk bendom i nisam uspio jer su rekli da previse zvucim na Robert Plant-a". On je ustvari trazio Izzy-a (koji je prvi napustio Indianu) dva dana ali ga nije odmah nasao. Slucajno se sreo sa njim. Uostalom svi clanovi su se selili iz benda u bend svek dok se nisu sastavili u najboljoj kombinaciji. A to je bio Guns N' Roses. Axl je bio clan L.A Gunsa poslije Holliwood Rose a tek onda prelazi u Guns n'Roses. "Napustio sam Holliwood Rose i pridruzio sam se L.A Guns-ima, zbog basiste i bubnjara koji su se zgrozili i mi smo se na neki nacin raspali. U medjuvremenu Izzy je rezervisao nastup za Holliwood Rose, a ustvari ta grupa nije vise postojala. Takodje je Tracii rezervisao nastup za L.A Guns-e, a ni tu nije postojao bend. Pomjesali smo ono sto je ostalo od dva benda i dobili smo Guns N' Roses. Tada nas je Tracii napustio i vratio se u L.A Guns-e, a umjesto njega stigao je Duff. Prava postava bila je napravljena 6-tog juna 1985 ". Axl Rose je i danas clan Guns N' Roses-a. Jedan je od onih koji su podigli Guns-e na vrh svjetske slave, a za uspjeh Guns-a je jedan od najzasluznijih!!  |
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20.01.2006., petak
..::estranged::..
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evo vidim da ste me posjecivali...moglo bi i bolje..lol..tek u iducem postu cu pisat nesht o legendarnoj grupi guns n roses...napokon je i ovaj tjedan zavrsio,pa jedva cekam da idem van..hehehe..pozz svima...pusek mojem joeyu ;)..lol... za kraj pripremite se za ovu sliku..curke nemojte past sa stolice..lol...  |
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19.01.2006., četvrtak
.::evo i mene::..
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i ja sam naprAvila svoj blogich..uz teske muke,eto uspjelo mi je!!!ljudi oisite mi...najcesce cu pisat o doorsima i gunsima,pa ako netkom smeta moze otici...see yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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sve i svasta!!  ...biLo vA$ j€...=)) hit Counter   ovo sam morala stavit..nas osjecki bend..wasted generation...        eto toliko od mene..
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zovu me::taja,rose,axl,jim... volim:gunse,doorse,izlaske,gitaru..hehehe,i jednog kjut decka..lol.. nevolim:cajke,umisljene ljude.. drustvo:tea,ena,kika,pepa,profa,anna,ivanna,ljudi s pijane,a ima ih... izlazim:gdje stignem slusam:rock,gunse,doorse,nirvanu,motley crue,white snake,bon jovi,uglavnom rock 80-tih (naravno osim doorsa) :)),i nas osjecki band WASTED GENERATION :)) naj pjesma:sweet child o mine,estranged,dont cry,light my fire,the end,chrystal ship,bed of roses,... eeev kurt.. evo malo jima..nemojte cure da vam ispadnu oke..hehehe      |
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