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Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Dig, Lazarus, Dig


[Dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Back in that hole.]

Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there

He came from New York city man, but he couldn't take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl.

I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don't know what it is but there's definately something going on upstairs
[Dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definately something going on upstairs
[Dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)Well L New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don't know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?

Well, I don't know what it is but there's definiately something going on upstairs.[Dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole Dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
(two guys ate pig)[Back in that hole.Dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.Dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Laz'rus dig yourself]
[Back in that hole.]




Isti autor - Lament

I`ve seen your fairground hair,
your seaside eyes
Your vampire tooth, your little truth
Your tiny lies
I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize
Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns
Your midnight cries
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there`s nothing more to say
Now you`re gone away
I know your trail of tears, your slip of hand
Your monkey paw, your monkey claw
And your monkey hand
I`ve seen your trick of blood, your trap of fire
Your ancient wound, your scarlet moon
And your jailhouse smile
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there`s nothing more to say
Now you`re gone away
I`ll miss your urchin smile, your orphan tears
Your shining prize, your tiny cries
Your little fears
I`ll miss your fairground hair, your seaside eyes
Your vampire tooth, your little truth
And your tiny lies
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there`s nothing more to say
Now you`re gone away

Lament
 
goxy:
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E, ovog čovjeka STVARNO poštujem i cenim...Jedan od retkih državnika i pametnih ljudi u ćitavoj srpskoj istoriji...
Nek počiva u miru...
Vječna mu slava..
I hvala:sad:
Kliknite za proširenje...

Apsolutno. Najvise je ucinio i ne smemo ga zaboraviti. Jedan od najvecih vodja po meni.
 
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Јован Дучић, највећи српски пјесник и дипломата, сахрањен је у цркви Благовјештења, Херцеговачкој Грачаници, на брду Црквини. То је трећа реплика Грачанице са Косова у савременој српској цркви.
 
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Birmingham Six
(Shane MacGowan)

There were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford there's four
That were picked up and tortured
And framed by the law
And the filth got promotion
But they're still doing time
For being Irish in the wrong place
And at the wrong time
In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for several long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
And the coppers need someone
And they walk through that door


You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again

A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused,
For the price of promotion
And justice to sell
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell

May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head
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Izvinjavam se svim OK Britima koje poznajem, ali dosta je licemerja:cool:
Slava herojima IRA-e.
 
Победоносцев:
Englezi su OK.

Ako kazes da su IRA i ustase slicni pokreti, iz toga valjda proizilazi da su i ustase heroji, a?
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Oni koji su stradali u direktnim konfrontacijama sa srpskim terorističkim bandama tzv.ćetnicima i srpsko-hrvatskim terorističkim bandama-partizanima definitivno jesu...
Oni što su klali srpsku djecu, starce i žene ne zaslužuju da im se ime pomene:cry::cry::cry:
 
goxy:
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Izvinjavam se svim OK Britima koje poznajem, ali dosta je licemerja:cool:
Slava herojima IRA-e.
Kliknite za proširenje...

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...

Cranberries-Zombie
 
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