Pjesme i stihovi sa filozofskim porukama

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Filozofija i muzika grade svoju vezu kroz estetiku i metafiziku, praćenu odredjenom autentičnom harmonijom zvuka, mnoge pjesme kao spoj muzike i stihova, nerijetko sa sobom nose i odredjene filozofske poruke nastale iz kompleksnih razmišljanja autora istih.
Pjesme za koje smatrate da nose odredjene filozofske poruke, ili reprezentuju odredjenu mudrost, promisao, možete ih postaviti i komentarisati ovde.
 
Kako kome, meni ova od Parnog Valjka


Mirisala je na maglu i dim
kad sam je prvi put sreo
mala soba na kraju
grada i dosada

Dvoje samih iz tihe gomile
mi smo trazili srecu
zeljela je barem jednom
do kraja iz ocaja
direktan put za nebo

Kazi kako izgleda
sa one strane sna
da l’ bol se osjeca i tamo
Kazi kako izgleda
sa one strane sna
i da l’ se ponekad
sjetis mene
 
"Dead men lying on the bottom of the grave
Wondering when the Savior comes, is he gonna be saved
Maybe you′re a sinner into your alternate life
Maybe you're a joker, maybe you deserve to die

They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He′s gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back

They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He′s never going home"

Odlomak iz pesme Soldier Side, od grupe System Of A Down.
Govori o besmislu rata iz ugla vojnika koji gine bolje nego ista.
Svako ko je bio u ratu, ako je iole normalno ljudsko bice, prva emotivna reakcija na ovu pesmu je tuga, a zatim bes na sve koji su dozvolili da dodje do rata.
 
Počeo bih sa stihovima i muzikom sa naših prostora, evo jedna beznadežna, bez odgovora,

Za koji život treba da se rodim
Za koji sudnji dan treba da živim
I kojem Bogu treba da se molim
I koju ženu treba da volim ja

Za čiju ljubav treba da sam srećan
Za koju ranu treba da sam bol
Na čijem odru treba da svijeća
Za koju ženu treba da sam gol

I nikada neću saznati to
Kud vodi me put života mog
Za čiju volju se rađa, se živi i mre

Za čije nebo treba da sam duga
U čijoj tami treba da sam luč
Za koju pjesmu treba da sam tuga
U čijoj časi treba da sam žuč ja

Za koju jesen treba da sam žetva
Za koju sliku treba da sam kist
Za čije usne treba da sam kletva
Za koje grane treba da sam list

I nikada neću saznati to
Kud vodi me put života mog
Za čiju volju se rađa, se živi i mre

 

High Hopes​

Pink Floyd


Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the Long Road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut?
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards, but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
Forever and ever
 
Terry Jack - Season in the sun


Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We've know each other since we were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

Goodbye my friend it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time

Goodbye Papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along

Goodbye Papa it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them, I'll be there


We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone


Goodbye Michelle my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground

Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere

I wish that we could both be there

Ceo život u jednoj pesmi
 
Evo npr:

When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble
you pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble, the lights can blind you
some people never figure that out
You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
you pass through an ever present past
And it's best not to wait for luck to save you
pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
pass through the fire to the light
It's best not to wait for luck to save you
pass through the fire to the light
As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving
there are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
will never help you out
You have to be very strong, 'cause you'll start from zero
over and over again
And as the smoke clears there's an all consuming fire
lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
lying straight ahead
As the smoke clears there's an all consuming fire
lying straight ahead
They say no one person can do it all
but you want to in your head
But you can't be Shakespeare and you can't be Joyce
so what is left instead
You're stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you
you have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment this wonderful fire
started up again
When you pass through humble, when you pass through sickly
when you pass through I'm better than you all
When you pass through anger and self deprecation
and have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic
that let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
and there's a door up ahead not a wall
As you pass through fire as you pass through fire
trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire licking at your lips
you cannot remain the same
And if the building's burning move towards that door
but don't put the flames out
There's a bit of magic in everything
and then some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
some loss to even things out
There's a bit of magic in everything
and then some loss to even things out

 
Life is all about you and not at all about you
Now, that's two opposing thoughts and yet both of them are true
How can you experience everything you choose to do
While observing the experience you're having from a higher view
See, it's the question, not the answer, that's the higher view
Otherwise, you couldn't differentiate between the two
Awareness? But of who?
You think you hurt me, but I promise I was letting you
They say we're all one, but where have we been headed to
I'd rather die free than have to live inside a petting zoo
I am the journey that I'm getting to

I could be it all, I'll make a good life
Let me lose my mind, it's the only way to love
Only way to, only way to love
I could be it all, I'll make a good life
Let me lose my mind, it's the only way to love
Only way to, only way to love

Gratitude is my destination
My destiny is perfectly aligned with this location
I am the map, so I travel back in time
I have everything I want cause my imagination is mine
But mind is not enough for me cause I am not my mind
I could see it all, but never get to see I'm truly blind
I could be it all, but all identities intertwine
The moon is only bright cause it reflects the sun's shine

I could be it all, I'll make a good life
Let me lose my mind, it's the only way to love
Only way to, only way to love

It's not the human race, it's just the human race
There's nothing left to chase, we do not run this place
But both medicine and poison's an acquired taste
So I started taking selfies of somebody else's face

Tell me something
What is more genius than a child's laughter
Are we not simply the children of this world?
 
Pa može stvarno puno pesama, npr zabranjeno pušenje, 'probušeni dolar', kaže 'ko je imo para kupovo joj kiflu, ko je znao riječi pjesme joj je slao', eto, mudronosno o tome kako osvojiti ženu itd.
Meni je odlična i "Yugo 45", vidiš kroz nju život na Balkanu 70ih, 80ih i 90ih, i na kraju iako lik ima sve, žali za manjom kućom, al srećnim vremenima


Ili Fikreta
Kada je ptici u lošoj formi drug,
Tada ni ona, ne leti na jug
 
Može i "Krivo srastanje":

Budnosti nikad dosta gospođice od tri pedlja
Na krivinama zadnji vagoni luđački tresu
I mnogi prazne crijeva zaboravljajući stid
A oholost nekad suđena da bude vrlinom
Splašnjava na očigled i smrdi nadaleko
I nitko nema snage da odagna propadanje
I nitko i ne pokušava da bude više od hladne želatine
Koja laprda među krajnostima kao rijetko *****
Dok svi tvoji besprizorni usrećitelji
I samozvani štovaoci onog što ne razumiju
I svi tvoji plaćeni nitkovi doušnici i sjecikese
I svi tvoji mutavi urlatori zvučnih titula
Hrabro spletkare zaštićeni lopovskim kodeksom
Koji štiti vjernike od zaraženih
A svaku duhovitost uvijek I na vrijeme
Efikasno liječe u samom začetku
Pa kakvo ime da ti damo gospođice od tri pedlja
Krivo srastanje gospodine krivo srastanje
Kao kad bogate prose za miraz
A talon nose ružni i opaki
S nečuvenom moći da tjeraju što zažele
Mnogo ih je i strašno galame
Obično razbiju sva ogledala na koja naiđu
Da ne ostane ni pomen na ljepotu
 
Glave su u pijesku, ljudi pravi su u lijesu
Mulci misle da poznaju cestu, zaviru u kesu
Ali gaće se zatresu kada kamate narestu
Kada mater nađe kesu il' kad nasidnu na plesku
Hrabrost dati, respekt tu, lojalnost gradi cestu tu
Drukeri glavna vijest su tu, pa prođu jezu grezu tu
Pa glave plesnu, tresnu tu od pod, samo turbofolk
Samo điber đir, samo umobolno
Pakеti prinose se dronom, gradon hoda klon za klonon
Mafija, sve don za donom, proda, doda ovon ovonom
Moda hoda cеstom ovom bez vizije interesa
Internet veza u lance, model postale štrace
Od droge propale face, živote svoje gase
Panduri glave gaze, ne postoji za njih stid
Stiskaju nas uza zid sa pendrekom, parazit
Di je kesa, di je cvit? - Nikad ne'š pogodit ti
Ulica je kocka, il' pukovnik il' pokojnik
Žandari su stoka, nikada njima poklonik
Stihovi su oklopni, laž istinom potopin
Prototip čopora simbol, logotip otpora
Glas ulice, komora budan sanjan bez odmora
Glava je poviše odrona, budin ljudima svijest
Kome ostavljaš svit, kad legneš jednom u lijes?
Bit će kasno za bis, a prerano za bijeg

Život nije triler, nekom svila, nekom trnje
Neko gladan, neko kolje svinje, neko puši bilje
Neko... nema cvita, neko sadi smilje
Neko dvi kune te pita, neko vara priko lita
Neko vara cilu godinu, ubija lovicu, daj polovicu
Grama za stojicu, dođe mu jedan, a on izvara dvojicu
Neko puni curicu, neko maramicu
Tutum koristin ka osnovnu životnu namirnicu
Da se svaki dan više puta dnevno namirin
Nemoj mi zamirit kada sve se zadimi
Neko gasi vatru, preko pali iste požare
Neko s Banskih dvora gleda na nas sve ka žohare
Neko na terapiji, neki su terapija
Neko masu čvaknija, pa je s uma smaknija
Neko bode guzicu, pit bull-ove na uzicu
Neko gura glup đir, mi guramo ulicu
 

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