Pesma koja vas „trenutno“ drži...

All the photographs are peeling
and colors turn to gray, he stayed
in his room with memories for days, he faced
an undertow of future’s laid to waste, embraced
by the loss of one he could not replace

and there's no reason that she'd passed
and there is no god with a plan, it's sad
and his loneliness is proof, it's sad
he could only love you, it’s sad

the door swings through a passing fable
a fate we may delay, we say
holding on, live within our embrace
eleven nights, he laid in bed
hoping that dreams will bring her back, it's sad
and his loneliness is cruel, it’s sad
he could only love you, it's sad

holding his last breath, believing
he'll make his way
but she's not forgotten
he's haunted
he's searching for escape

if just one wish could bring her back, it's sent
and his loneliness is proof, it's sad
he will always love you, he said
 
God's Dice

It's out of my hands making your hands meet.
Stumble rises crumbling out of reach.
It's in the cards of destiny your sanity in tow.
Designate my luck. Uh resignate.
This power has no roots to guide. No role.
Trust me. Rusted minds refuse to go.
Unwillingness is meaningless to walk away in vain.
Designate my will.
Ah, designate my fill.
Ah resignate.
My will is crashing. Synapses flashing slow.
Ah, days like frame by frame. Where do they go?
Ah yeah, why fight? Forget it. Cannot spend it after I go.
Roll them high. Throw them again. All god's dice.
Monkey driven. Call this living? Ha.
Ah, too much thought it's overwrought a hole.
Yeah, minding yours what's mine not yours.
Will finish us off.
Ah, designate my life.
Ah, designate my view.
Ah, resignate my will, my will, my will, I will.
Resignate my god.
 
Feel the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can, spoonman
Speak the rhythm on your own
Speak the rhythm all alone, spoonman

Spoonman, come together with your hands
Save me, I’m together with your plan
Save me

All my friends are indians
All my friends are brown and red, spoonman
All my friends are skeletons
They beat the rhythm with their bones,
Spoonman

Feel the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can, spoonman
 
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