In(t) act/In(t) aktan
2 D modelled
Intro instrumental
No rage no against
Just machine
The world stays in(t) act
In a 2D wired bird
The world stays (un) real(ized)
In a 2 D wired guitar
Who's playing
2D modelovan
Intro instrumental
Nema bijesa nema protiv
Samo mašina
Svijet ostaje in(t) aktan
U 2D ožičenoj ptici
Svijet ostaje (ne) (o) stvar(en)
U 2D ožičenoj gitari
Ko svira
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Related quotes
This World Is Not Conclusion, By Emily Dickinson
This world is not a matter
A dead transition from an earth into a breath
From a breath into an earth
This world unmeasured by an eye
Is neither a view through a magnifying glass
Nor winking at sense
This world is not a game
Of a small and big intelligence
This world a strange link
Despite the chains
Won't go into a circle
Ovaj svijet nije tvar
Mrtvi prelazak iz zemlje u dah
Iz daha u zenlju
Ovaj svijet okom nesagledan
Nije pogled kroz uvecano staklo
Ni namigivanje smislu
Ovaj svijet nije igra
Male i velike pameti
Ovaj svijet karika cudna
Lancima u inat
Nece u krug
1996.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A.f.u.
90 days on the road is what i need
When my axe cuts me deep, i let it bleed
On the stage, off my strings, down my face
And all over me
Pumpin' up for the show
Feelin' like something's gonna blow
S'got me all fired up
Yes, i'm all fired up
Through the ice into the fire
Blowin' steam
North and south, east n'west, right n'left
I'm always extreme
Don't like the middle squeezing me
I don't like nothin' in between
Yes, i'm all fired up
Got me all fired up
When the rest have packed it up
I'm alive, i'm electric, inspired
I, i'm naturally wired
Wired, naturally wired
Wired, wired
I'm naturally wired
Naturally wired
Wired, naturally wired
Wired, naturally wired
song performed by by Van Halen
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The world/Svijet
the world multiplied by division
the world multiplied by division
the world the world multiplied by
division multiplied the world
multiplied by division by division
the the world the world multiplied
by division the multiplied world
by division world multiplied by division
svijet dijeljenjem umnozen
svijet dijeljenjem umnozen
svijet svijet dijeljenjem umnozen svijet
dijeljenjem umnozen dijeljenjem um
svijet d svijet dijeljenjem umnozen
dijeljenjem svijet dijeljenjem umnozen
svijet dijeljenjem svijet
dijeljenjem umnozen umnozen
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Kraj Istera poj
U plavoj kući vrtova kobi
Pčela je pronašla cvijet
Da tiho zgasne u zloj dobi
Kad žaokom probode svijet
U bijeloj kući vrtova smrti
Ptica je pronašla let
Da žilom krvi život zavrti
Krilima dotakne svijet
U zelenoj kući proljeća znak
Obujmi ulujni oblak tmast
Morana pruži svoj grozni krak
I zgasnu stari zapis hrast
Trinaest tmina kraj njega prođe
Šapatom sedmim uginu let
I treće jutro medonosno dodje
Da žaokom probode svijet
I ono nad Isterom nebo plavo živo
Gdje takoh se skuta njegovoga
Gdje plakah hristočežnjivo
Toplo je toplo u naručju Boga
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Last night
Last night I asked the drop
what nobody had dared to ask before
I said
come on, isn't it time you washed my face
isn't it time you stopped falling in tears
isn't it time for me to drink you
isn't it time for you to touch me
isn't it time for me to see the world within you
come on, what are you waiting for
why don't you finally fall down
that was the rage of a dead chicken
Sinoc sam rekla kaplji
sto joj niko ranije nije smio reci
rekla sam
hajde, nije li vrijeme da me umijes
nije li vrijeme da suzom prestanes
nije li vrijeme da te popijem
nije li vrijeme da dotaknes
nije li vrijeme da u tebi sagledam svijet
hajde sta cekas
zasto vec jednom prosto ne kanes
bio je to bijes mrtvog pileta
Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Raspuce
Zaiskriš li pod tišinom
Vatrom tihom gaziš svijet
Prodišeš li ko pod tminom
Pod njom čekaš neboplet
Prosijaš li zrncem sjaja
Sjajem isti zove put
Završiš li put do kraja
Nebu tihom nađeš skut
Očešljaš li žuta klasja
Ko u miru plave kose
Tad misao put obasja
I same te oči nose
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Silent refugees
What are we left with
When years and health are gone
When tents fall down under the roofs
When the shelters no longer shelter
When winters close down frozen and fireless
When summers burn crying for some ice
When springs forget to grow
And autumns die within a leaf
Who are we left with
When all the beloved are gone
When the helpful can no longer help
When there are no more roads to run
When the vacuum of the universe
Closes beyond our heads
Silent refugees from the earth
Silent refugees from the sky
In Who we shall die
Tihe izbjeglice
Sa č ime smo ostavljeni
Kad prođ u godine i uruč i se zdravlje
Kada se šatori pod krovovima ruše
Kad više nema skloništa
Kada se zime bez vatre smrznu
Kad ljeta prže i vape za ledom
Kad proljeć a zaborave da rastu
Kad jeseni umru u jednom listu
Sa kim smo ostavljeni
Kad voljenih više nema
Kad i oni od pomoć i pomoć i ne mogu
Kad više nema puta kojim bismo jurili
Kad se praznina svemira
Zatvori iznad glave
Tihe izbjeglice sa Zemlje
Tihe izbjeglice iz neba
U Kome mi ć emo umrijeti
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Can You/Mozes li
Can you place a smile
within a framework of the universe
or is it the only way to cry against it?
Mozes li smjestiti osmjeha
u obrazac svemira
ili se samo tako place protiv njega?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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If You Feed It Good
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes.
And,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
I'm not gonna mock you anymore,
'Cause you're good to me.
You don't have to knock,
On that unlocked door.
No more...
I'll rock your needs
When we get it heated! .
Now,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Just feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Don't shout or scream,
To be mean and demean.
I'm not your enemy.
Nor do I owe a thing....
To ya!
You can pout with a frown,
Thinking it will bring me down.
To be around...
For your clown count!
To the ground.
But,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Just,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
And,
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wired For Sound
Words & music: michael w. smith and wayne kirkpatrick
Chorus:
Word of mouth is the counselor
There is no need for proof
In a world thats wired for sound
The tongue becomes the mighty sword
That battles the truth
In a world thats wired for sound
Comin on like a tidal wave
That washes thru the brain--a state of mind
No dispute when the noise is made
And so it lets the blind lead the blind
Lured by charisma to be swayed to believe
Chorus
Easier believing what is hard to get rid of than to try
Never searching--just accepting
Feeds the mind enough to get you by
Scratching the surface yet to dig deeper down
Chorus:
Word of mouth is the counselor
There is no need for proof
In a world thats wired for sound
The tongue becomes the mighty sword
That battles the truth
In a world thats wired for sound
Wisdom from the sacred page
Is turned and ignored
In a world thats wired for sound
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Saint James Infirmary
(Instrumental & horn intro)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)
I went down to Saint James Infirmary
For to see, for to see my baby there
Man, she was laid out on a long white table
She was so cold, an' so pure, an' so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she might be
Yeah, you can search this whole
Search this whole wide world over
But she ain't never gonna find
Another lover man like me
When I die
I want you to dress me in straight-lace shoes
I want a boxback coat and a Stetson hat
I wanna twenty dollar gold piece, on my watch chain
So ev'rybody gonna know that I died standin' pat!
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Instrumental & horns to end)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The world is eaten away on my lips (Nafaka)
Through the cracks of speech
I’ll shoot at the sky
Some limits can take some rest beyond
I’ll sheaf my hair
I’ll cross my arms
And whisper
Here I am
MOJE USNE RASTACU SVIJET
U PUKOTINAMA GOVORA
PROSTRIJELICU NEBO
DA SE NA NJEMU ODMORE GRANICE
KOSU VEZACU U SNOPOVE
RUKE PREKRSITI
I SAPUTATI
TU SAM
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Needs-Potreba
some people need a deep thought
with which to embrace the world
some people need a stone
as deceptive as a sculptor's shadow
some people need the water
with which to bathe the memory
there within against the depth of a secret
life has drowned
nekome je potrebna duboka misao
da njome zagrli svijet
drugima kamen varljiv ko vajareva sjena
trećima je potrebna voda
da njome okupaju sjećanje
u kom se spram dubine tajne
utopio život
1996.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Between the two lights/Izmedju dvije svjetlosti
I appreciate your instant reply
I judge-it's not correct
For the thing shivering in my heart
Will never know for the fall on the knees
Nor will the thing banging in my head
Ever find an echo on my tongue
I laugh because you know
I laugh because you don't know
The bridges are the hands in the air
Beyond the banks which have grown into a canyon
Like words in touch with the trembling
I laugh because you know
Because you know this is what you don't know
Stuck within a comparison
Between the two lights
Cijenim tvoj instant odgovor
Prosuđujem - nije tačan
Jer što mi kleca u srcu
Ne zna za pad na koljena
I što mi puca u glavi
Na jeziku nema eha
Ja se smijem jer ti znaš
Ja se smijem jer ti ne znaš
Mostovi su ruke u vazduhu
Nad obalama što su izrasle u tjesnac
Kao riječi u dosluhu sa strepnjom
Ja se smijem jer ti znaš
Jer ti znaš da to ne znaš
Zaglavljen u poredjenju
Izmedju dvije svjetlosti
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Away With The Faeries And Wired To The Moon
You can smile at a breeze and I’ve seen it too
Dancing with life, there’s nothing ever blue
Life out of love and love amongst the trees
Nobody knows what a blind man sees
You’re away with the faeries; I’m wired to the moon
Some might say you’re crazy, some say that I’m half mad
Even if that’s true, we know it aint so bad
Some may say I’m lazy, if they wanna make that call
But we shared a whole eternity, from spring until the fall
You’re away with the faeries; I’m wired to the moon
Away with the faeries and wired to the moon
They say that you’re half crazy, but they’ll all be crazy soon
They wonder what it’s all about
You’re happy in and happy out
You’re away with the faeries; I’m wired to the moon
We had parties just for two, and we sank each others’ boats
Twenty psychotherapists could make a million notes
If they could see your artwork and my mushrooms made by hand
But that’s what made us happy in our happy little land
You’re away with the faeries and I’m still wired to the moon
You’re away with the faeries and I’m still wired to the moon
poem by Kris Whelan
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Music Talks
(instrumental intro)
Yeah!
Ooh, the language of music
Is known around the world
It's a language that's a-understood
By people, everywhere
(He said, 'Everywhere')
Soon, you'll hear the trumpets
Begin to blow
Ooh, lisen to the trombones
Playin' way down low-oh
Well, everybody seems to playin'
With a lot of soul
Ooh, fellas do you mind
If I join in an play along?
Ev'rybody, yeah
(instrumental all & Stevie harmonica)
Just a little bit of drums
(drums)
'Ooh'
(Hey-hey-hey-hey)
I think the drummer
Has found a new groove
Listen close, an you will hear
The saxophones move
(sax)
If you feelin'
What you, hearin'
Well, don't you know?
Yeah!
Oh, it's just the music
That personal music
Talkin' to your soul
It can make you blue
Or make you feel so glad
Ooh, it's the best way of talkin'
That man has ever had
Ev'rybody 'round the world
Singin', now
(Hey-hey-hey-hey)
Ooh-hey!
(harmonica)
(Hey-hey-hey-hey)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
FADES:
(Hey, hey, hey, hey).
~
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Search the web there's nothing to search
the webs are all inside
intro inter exter ior design
do not search in vain
do we need a telescope to see
the top of our own noses
to tell between the fresh and the rotten
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Sentinel
I'm not a Buddha boy
I'm not a Muslim man
I'm not a Christian or a Jew
I'm not a Mormon freak
I'm not a Catholic geek
And I'm nothing at all like you
My mind, my heart, my soul is calm
While I sit here sauteriing my c-2 bomb
Got some wires crossed
In my twisted head
Connect the green wire here or was it red?
Cause it's my fate
I operate on hate
I go by many other names
But now
I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow
There's something disturbing
Going on in my turban
I'm home, home on dethe range
I feel my meditation so deep within
While my medication's kicking in
Cause it's my fate
I operate on hate
I go by many other names
But now
I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow
I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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San O Letu
da on je znao ko mu je tkao
ko mu je tkao carobni sag
on nikad ne bi ni njemu ni sebi
stopalom ljudskim sazido prag
da sunce je znalo sve tajne kobi
sve tajne jednog suncanog sata
reklo bi ne kupi mrve zivota
hajde razuzdaj krilatog ata
da on je htio sna biti dio
on ne bi pio s otrovom svijet
vjecno bi snio vjecno bi snio
da zauvujek bude sa pticom let
1994.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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You, very human/Ti, veoma ljudsko
you who are everything out of your nothing
you co-builder co-creator
you whom I'm building and you're being torn down
you a participant of my answer
someone facing the otherness
I facing myself
you facing yourself
you very human sometimes too much
sometimes not at all
a token inhaled into dust
you a tribe you a nation you a world
you the skin of the sun the desert the night and the snow
you always the same
your heart and mind paving heaven and hell
you who are everything out of your nothing
ti koji si sve od svoga nista
ti sa-graditelj sa-tvoritelj
ti što te gradim a ti se razgradjujes
ti sa-ucesnik mog odgovora
spram drugosti neko
spram sebe ja
spram tebe ti
ti veoma ljudsko nekad isuviše
nekad uopšte
ti pleme ti narod ti svijet
umom i srcem poplocan pakao i raj
ti koji si sve od svoga ništa
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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