Depresivne pisme

[cina]

Riblja Corba - Kad hodas

Vece ne mirise na rakove i skoljke,
mesec je bleda fleka boje cimeta.
Uzimas cipele za setanje kroz snove,
ulica voli ritam tvojih koraka.
Vetar se provlaci kroz nepoznate reci,
asfalt se miluje sa tvojim stiklama,
suvise mekan da bi mogao da spreci
ovo je vece puno tvojih tragova.

Kad hodas, ne zastajkujes,
i zemlju ne dodirujes,
a mene ne primecujes,
i uporno se trudis
da me prodje pozuda.
Jos drhtim
od tvog pogleda,
iz nekih starih razloga,
ne mogu da se sredim.

[Servant]

Evo nešto za nesretno zaljubljene depresivce, hehe , bilo mi je teško izabrat, kako mi je veeećina muzike što slušam upravo takva , ali ipak evo...
To je početak, koji Daniel na toj pismi uopće ne otpiva...

Pain of Salvation - Second Love

"We are eleven and she is the love of my life
But one week from now she will turn her back on me
Four years from now she will give me hope, then sleep with my best friend
Five years from now it is the two of us but by then there is nothing
left of this aching love and this soaring love.
But I don't know that now
Because we are eleven and she is the love of my life."

[dr.sicky]

ma nema depresije do nirvaninih stvari

[dave]

Đorđe Balašević - Svirajte mi jesen stiže dunjo moja

Toga jutra sam stigao putničkom klasom,
pa kući sa stanice časom,
kroz bašte i prečice znane.
A u vojsci sam stekao druga do groba
i hroničnu upalu zgloba
- suvenir na stražarske dane.

Ušao sam na prstima,
mati beše već budna i brzo se prekrstila.
Reče: "Prošlo je k'o za čas,
baš si stigao dobro jer svatovi su tu do nas
pa će ti svirati a ti ćeš birati".

Svadba beše k'o svadba, i šta da se priča,
parada pijanstva i kiča
i poznata cura u belom.
Već po redu poželeh im zdravlja i sreće,
iz ruku mi otela cveće
i sakrila pogled pod velom.

Tad me spaziše cigani,
kum je tražio pesmu, al' ja sam stig'o, briga njih!
Širok osmeh i zlatan zub:
"Znam da nije ti lako, al' danas nemoj biti grub
nego zapovedi šta ćemo svirati!"

Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže dunjo moja", jesen rana,
nek zazvone tambure u transu.
Znam da nije pesma ova za veselje i svatovac,
al' ja moram čuti tu romansu!

Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže dunjo moja", al' polako,
da mi ne bi koja reč promakla.
Sklon'te čaše i bokale, razbio bih svet od šale,
da je samo slučajno od stakla, dunjo moEja...

Retko odlazim kući a pišem još ređe,
i slike su bleđe i bleđe,
pa lepe potiskuju ružne.
Al' nekad poručim piće i tako to krene,
pa stignem u svatove njene,
sve prave su ljubavi tužne.

Nikom ne pričam o tome.
Brzo dođe taj talas i znam da ću da potonem.
Spas mi donose cigani,
oni imaju srce, za svakog od nas, briga njih,
oni me pitaju šta da sviraju...

Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže dunjo moja", jesen rana,
nek zazvone tambure u transu.
Znam da nije pesma ova za veselje i svatovac,
al' ja moram čuti tu romansu!

Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže dunjo moja", al' polako,
da mi ne bi koja reč promakla.
Sklon'te čaše i bokale, razbio bih svet od šale,
da je samo slučajno od stakla, dunjo moja...

Đorđe Balašević - Kad odem

Kad odem,
kad me djavo isprati glavnim sokakom
i kad mesečina zaveje moj trag
nemoj tugovati jer jednom svakom
mali nemi slavuj doleti na prag.

Kad odem,
kad zamumla vetar zimske očenaše
i kad mrtvo lišće potera u kas
za kaznu prognaće i tamburaše
zbog pogrešne pesme u pogrešan čas.

Hej, budi jaka ti,
najlakše je plakati.
To nam samo Gospod svira
jesenju sonatu.

Snio sam vrata u tom suvom zlatu,
strah me da prodjem al' proći ću.

Znam, lav si stari ti,
nemoj sve pokvariti,
kresni samo jednu sveću
na svetog Jovana.

Ne čuvaj dugo pepeo tih dana,
kad jednom odem, a poći ću.

Kad odem,
kad u prozor staviš prvu hrizantemu
i kad popucaju divlji kesteni
ne pali uzalud fenjer na tremu
kad me otmu magle jedne jeseni.

Hej, budi jaka ti, ć
najlakše je plakati.
To nam samo gospod svira
jesenju sonatu.

Snio sam vrata u tom suvom zlatu,
strah me da prodjem al' proći ću.

Znam, lav si stari ti,
nemoj sve pokvariti,
kresni samo jednu sveću
na svetog Jovana.

Ne čuvaj dugo pepeo tih dana,
kad jednom odem, a poći ću.

Kad jednom odem...

Đorđe Balašević - Priča o Vasi Ladačkom

Znate l' priču o Vasi Ladačkom? I ja sam je tek onomad čuo.
Jednom devet dana nije izlazio iz birtije, kažu da je bio čudna sorta...

Otac mu je bio sitni paor, 'ranio je sedam gladnih usti'.
Mati mu je bila plava, tiha, nežna, jektičava,
umrla je s trideset i nešto...

Imali su par jutara zemlje, malu kuću na kraju sokaka.
Na astalu navek hleba, taman tol'ko kol'ko treba,
al' je Vasa hteo mnogo više...

Želeo je konje vrane, po livadi razigrane,
sat sa zlatnim lancem i salaše...
Želeo je njive plodne, vinograde blagorodne,
u karuce pregnute čilaše, ali nije mog'o da ih ima.

Voleo je lepu al' sirotu, uz'o bi je, samo da je znao:
voleš jednom u životu, sad bogatu il' sirotu,
to ne bira pamet nego srce...

Sve se nad'o da će ljubav proći. Zanavek je otiš'o iz sela.
Nikad nije pis'o nikom, venč'o se sa miraždžikom,
jedinicom ćerkom nekog gazde...

Dobio je konje vrane, po livadi razigrane,
sat sa zlatnim lancem i salaše...
Dobio je njive plodne, vinograde blagorodne,
u karuce pregnute čilaše, sve je im'o ništa im'o nije.

Propio se, nije prošlo mnogo, dušu svoju đavolu je prod'o.
Znali su ga svi birtaši, tražio je spas u čaši,
ali nije mog'o da ga nađe...

Mlad je kažu bio i kad je umro, sred birtije, od srčane kapi.
Klonula mu samo glava, k'o da drema, k'o da spava
i još pamte šta je zadnje rek'o...

Džaba bilo konja vranih, po livadi razigranih,
džaba bilo sata i salaša...
Džaba bilo njiva plodnih, vinograda blagorodnih,
džaba bilo karuca, čilaša...

Kada nisam s onom koju volem,
kada nisam s onom koju volem.

Kad ja nisam s onom koju volem,
E, kad nisam s onom koju volem.

Znate l' priču o Vasi Ladačkom? I ja sam je tek onomad čuo.
Čak i oni slični njemu, kada razmisle o svemu,
kažu da je bio čudna sorta..

[miksi]

Indexi - Žute dunje

Voljelo se dvoje mladih
šest mjeseci, godinu
kad su htjeli da se uzmu,
da se uzmu, aman aman
dušmani im ne dadoše

Razbolje se ljepa Fatma
jedinica u majke
poželjela žute dunje, žute dunje
aman, aman,
žute dunje,
iz Stambola

Ode dragi da donese
žute dunje Carigradske
al ga nema tri godine, tri godine aman, aman
nit se javlja niti dolazi

Dodje dragi sa dunjama
nadje Fatmu na nosilima
Dvjesto dajem spustite je
tristo dajem otkrite je
da još jednom Fatmu ljubim ja

[negatron]

Riblja Čorba - Dva dinara, druže

Dečurliji našoj smišljasmo imena
voleh je sve više
svaki Božji dan
ubedih se najzad
to je prava žena
zajedno smo štedeli za stan
štedeli za stan

Sedeo sam tako
sam za našim stolom
sve što iole vredi
palo je u vodu
opet me je žensko napravilo volom
igrao sam samo epizodu, samo epizodu

Htedoh da zaurlam, strčao sam dole
nisam mog’o da izdržim duže
socijalni slučaj pred vratima WC-a
rekao je dva dinara, druže
dva dinara, druže

Mala nužda jedan, a velika dva
pogledom ga sasekoh ko mačem
izvinite, molim, pitao sam ja
kol’ko košta kad unutra plačem
kad unutra plačem

Sedeo sam tako
sam za našim stolom
sve što iole vredi
palo je u vodu
opet me je žensko napravilo volom
igrao sam samo epizodu, samo epizodu

[sumsko_voce]

i onda kad izadete iz depresije :

BHG - I hope you die

I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and youre forced to swerve
In front of the beatles tour bus
A bookmobile and a mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And hard copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face

Die die die die die die die
Die die die die die die die

I hope your pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled vietnam veteran
Mows down a nobel peace prize winner
And maybe some orphans having christmas dinner
Perhaps even the british royal family
And the rabbi thats clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we cant forget the newlyweds
And those jerrys kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks hes god
But c.n.n. refer to him as bowling ball bag bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victims a clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the silence of the lambs dance to christian rock
Eats feces and quotes from deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate vince

Die die die die die die die
Die die die die die die die

I hope he grins like jack nicholson
And forces you to play a game called balls on chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
Youre bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
cause hes the guy ya flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope you die

[Bucephalus]

kako sam postao izuzetno vizualno nastrojena spodoba, uz tekst prilažem i video,

Johnny Cash - Hurt

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything

what have I become
my sweetest friend
everyone I know goes away
in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become
my sweetest friend
everyone I know goes away
in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

* * *

i definitivno jedno veliko upozorenje za sve koji dišu a ujedno simbol vrlo depresivne sudbe,

Bob Dylan - Like a rolling stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?



How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

[Bahamut]

Rep+ za Casha i Dylana

[srkonja]

PEARL JAM - BLACK

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine