Sergio
Sergio iz trsta je bil dobro ohranjen dec'ko za svojih 60 let njegov
modri fiat jih je imel pol manj
a jih ni kazal vec' kot 10 z vranje c'rno lasuljo in sonc'nimi oc'ali je
v
temi zgledal kot james bond
edina omembe vredna stvar v njegovem z'ivljenju je bil en moc'en
karambol
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Za portoros'ko noc' je povleku iz predala veriz'ico in zlat brac'allet
poleg
ribe z'ensk in vina
si je hotu privos'c'it tudi lep ognjemet ko je s fiatom divjal je iz
auspuha pus'c'al meglo da so tudi
ptic'i mogli pristat a na ostrem nepreglednem ovinku se je zgodil tisti
usodni preobrat
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Je spustu gas in potegnu roc'no so gume zacvilile ga odneslo je boc'no
je
eno s'toparko vidu in jo
hotu pobrat je vrgu v brzino zac'el rikverc divjat nasproti je
pripeljala
uc'iteljca v oker
kalimerotu in vrgla ven oc'i 200 tonski s'leper za sergiotom je probal
nekaj bremzat ampak ni blo
kaj naredit
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Poc'ilo je ravno v trenutku ko je v portoroz'u zac'el ognjemet oc'evidci
so
povedali da je mille-tre
letel vis'e od raket 4 mesece kasneje so mlladi biologi opazili
nenavaden
fenomen galeba s
sonc'nimi oc'ali nekaj c'rnega mu je viselo prek ramen
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
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Klub Ljudi Z Resnimi Tezavami
C'e ti zjutraj ko je kriza avto ne vz'ge in ti med dopustom vedno ribica
umre
stalno z'ivis' v krizi identitete ne znas' raztrgat perforirane serviete
c'e ti obup redno skac'e pred oc'i smrt te voha in po s'unki ji dis'is'
v boljs'o prihodnost ceste ni nobene rad bi bil zver a si le malo
s'c'ene
Pridi pogledat v nas' novi klub sami tez'ki pacijenti vrz'eni na kup
vsakega muc'i vsaj ena tez'ava vsak bo prisegu da njegova je prava
mali karlo je z'e kot otrok skuz'u kaj je to kvalitativni preskok
samo iz mase ljudi z velikimi problemi lahko pridejo ven tako dobri
refreni
Problemi so problemi bojo in kurc jih gleda
problemi so problemi bojo in klinc jih gleda seveda
problemi so problemi bojo in klinc jih gleda
problemi so problemi bojo al pa ne
vsako tolko tudi kaks'en od njih umre vsako tolko
C'e se ti dojenc'ki smejejo v obraz ko se smejis' ti vedno s'kripa glas
ostanes' trezen s'e po dvajseti pivi gledas' v kamne in mislis' da so
z'ivi
ob dobri priliki hitro zamiz'is' ko je s'la mimo gres' za njo in jo
lovis'
c'im mine panika postane dolgoc'asno kar imajo drugi je zmeraj najbolj
krasno
Pridi pogledat v nas' novi klub sami tez'ki pacijenti vrz'eni na kup
vsakega muc'i vsaj ena tez'ava vsak bo prisegu da njegova je prava
mali karlo je z'e kot otrok skuz'u kaj je to kvalitativni preskok
samo iz mase ljudi z velikimi problemi lahko pridejo ven tako dobri
refreni
Problemi so problemi bojo in kurc jih gleda
problemi so problemi bojo in klinc jih gleda aneda
problemi so problemi bojo in klinc jih gleda seveda
problemi so problemi bojo al pa ne
vsako tolko tudi kaks'nega z'aba poz're vsako tolko
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Rumble in the jungle
Give us some poetry?
Me, we..?
These are the words;
Of Muhammad Ali..!
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back the chorus…
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
The peoples Champion!
A roaring catlike, lion
with long-legs of lynxes
a king of all… the Cobras
With a right leading, paw...
His arm like a ripsaw...
And with words of combat
He was like a buzzing black, gnat...
In the ear of an iron wall-
0f fury, surely, he’s only a Meatball.
Said he a half-crazed; George Forman
He isn’t there, American, Tarzan
surely he isn’t their hero’ this? Muhammad Ali...
Ail—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back they in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Hellfire’s sharpened inside a mountain beast:
Whose instincts weren’t yet that of a baptized priest?
This only unleashed a thuggish bears raging guffaws…
In a taciturn of natural, laws.
A trudging elephant goes, sleeping…
Wearily on the ropes—he’s just waiting
Tobacco chewing the brawlers
Heart weakening boulders.
His heart thrashing leaf shredding soul…
All this is compounding so all his admirers’ console!
Muhammad Ali...
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back in chorus
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Hooray! Hooray!
Un lugar halle yo junto al mar
Ali, ali, ho
Si tu quieres ir te llevare
Ali, ali, ho
Hay un manantial que es de cristal
Ali, ali, ho
Tu conmigo ven te escondere
Ali, ali, ho
Hoy es, hoy es,
Una fiesta sin igual
Para todos es sensacional
Hoy la fiesta es
Hoy es, hoy es,
Una fiesta sin igual
Tienes que cantar tu ya lo ves
Hoy la fiesta es
Hoy la fiesta es
Por el campo vas y correras
Ali, ali, ho
Las estrellas hoy nos guiaran
Ali, ali, ho
Yo contigo ire sin temor
Ali, ali, ho
Al lugar auqel te voy a amar
Ali, ali, ho
Hoy es, hoy es,
Una fiesta sin igual
Para todos es sensacional
Hoy la fiesta es
Hoy es, hoy es,
Una fiesta sin igual
Tienes que cantar tu ya lo ves
Hoy la fiesta es
Hoy la fiesta es
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Hooray! Hooray! Its A Holi-holiday
Un lugar halle yo junto al mar
Ali, ali, ho
Si tu quieres ir te llevare
Ali, ali, ho
Hay un manantial que es de cristal
Ali, ali, ho
Tu conmigo ven te escondere
Ali, ali, ho
Hoy es, hoy es,
Una fiesta sin igual
Para todos es sensacional
Hoy la fiesta es
Hoy es, hoy es,
Una fiesta sin igual
Tienes que cantar tu ya lo ves
Hoy la fiesta es
Hoy la fiesta es
Por el campo vas y correras
Ali, ali, ho
Las estrellas hoy nos guiaran
Ali, ali, ho
Yo contigo ire sin temor
Ali, ali, ho
Al lugar auqel te voy a amar
Ali, ali, ho
Hoy es, hoy es,
Una fiesta sin igual
Para todos es sensacional
Hoy la fiesta es
Hoy es, hoy es,
Una fiesta sin igual
Tienes que cantar tu ya lo ves
Hoy la fiesta es
Hoy la fiesta es
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The Assembly Of Ladies
In Septembre, at the falling of the leef,
The fressh sesoun was al-togider doon,
And of the corn was gadered in the sheef;
In a gardyn, about twayn after noon,
Ther were ladyes walking, as was her wone,
Foure in nombre, as to my mynd doth falle,
And I the fifte, the simplest of hem alle.
Of gentilwomen fayre ther were also,
Disporting hem, everiche after her gyse,
In crosse-aleys walking, by two and two,
And some alone, after her fantasyes.
Thus occupyed we were in dyvers wyse;
And yet, in trouthe, we were not al alone;
Ther were knightës and squyers many one.
'Wherof I served?' oon of hem asked me;
I sayde ayein, as it fel in my thought,
'To walke about the mase, in certayntè,
As a woman that [of] nothing rought.'
He asked me ayein—'whom that I sought,
And of my colour why I was so pale?'
'Forsothe,' quod I, 'and therby lyth a tale.'
'That must me wite,' quod he, 'and that anon;
Tel on, let see, and make no tarying.'
'Abyd,' quod I, 'ye been a hasty oon,
I let you wite it is no litel thing.
But, for bicause ye have a greet longing
In your desyr, this proces for to here,
I shal you tel the playn of this matere.—
It happed thus, that, in an after-noon,
My felawship and I, by oon assent,
Whan al our other besinesse was doon,
To passe our tyme, into this mase we went,
And toke our wayes, eche after our entent;
Some went inward, and wend they had gon out,
Some stode amid, and loked al about.
And, sooth to say, some were ful fer behind,
And right anon as ferforth as the best;
Other ther were, so mased in her mind,
Al wayes were good for hem, bothe eest and west.
Thus went they forth, and had but litel rest;
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[intro]
Yo, my name is Taquell A.K.A Baby Poppa
Told ya I know ali
Yall thought I was playin
I told yall I know the Lunatics
Leezy, Nelly, Spud, Murph AND Kyjuan man
I know all of em since '99
Before Country Grammar before the Free City album
And now, Big Lee got that Heavy Starch out in the streets
It's over fo' real
Now next time Baby Poppa tell you somethin
You better listen
So keep your ears open cuz it's Ali
Heavy Starch let's go
Yo, Ali, Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Say it again
Heavy Starch
Do it like we do Heavy Starch Big Lee
Big Leezy fo sheezie with Heavy Starcheezy
What's up Ali
Hey Ali Heavy Starch
Peace to Ali comin from Son keepin it real, luv
Yo what's up Ali
Shouts out to Big Lee yea
Ali
Heavy Starch
What's up Ali
Heavy Starch
Big Leezy with the Heavy Starch
What's crack-a-lackin Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
What's up Ali
Heavy Starch
Hi Ali Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch Big Lee
Big Lee Heavy Starch, Heavy Heavy Heavy Starch hahaha one luv
Right on Ali Right on Heavy Starch
Ali Heavy Starch, whatever you do dirty, keep it St. Louis
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Herbicidi
Jaz sem majhna roz'ica zraven travice z'ivim
listke imam zelene in prav lepo dis'im
najbolj sem vesela ko sonc'ek vzide
najbolj pa sovraz'im koso in herbicide
Sovraz'im herbicide
Herbicidi so strupeni in slabega okusa
barva ni pomembna vaz'na je vsebina
vsebina pa je taks'na kot da bi dal sol
in perje od kokos'i v en kozarec vina
in dodal s'e malo olja iz motorja
c'rnega kot je c'rno dno c'rnega morja
in c'e v to dodamo mleto kac'jo drobovino
to nikakor ni vec' isto dobro vino
ampak obic'ajen neuz'iten herbicid
Sovraz'im herbicide
Mi se samo drz'imo navodil
unic'iti vse kar vsebuje klorofil
roz'ice plevel za nas je oboje trava
s'li bomo naprej dokler svet ne bo pus'c'ava
Oragato gato gade
oragato gato gade
oragato gato gade kinaj
sigilaj gilaj gi geda
sigilaj gilaj gi geda
sigilaj gilaj gi geda kinaj
Jaz sem majhna roz'ica zraven travice z'ivim
listke imam zelene in prav lepo dis'im
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Ali.
Growing up into the'deep south'way,
Black and White, no grey.! !
‘Know your place'every day,
No change, things just stay.!
Across his path, came the noble art,
Latent passion and talent inside.
The strength of mind and heart,
Convention could and would be defied.
The champion he would fight,
Against all the odds.
He won against Liston that night,
Was his fate in the'Lap of the Gods'?
Islam growing in his mind,
A ‘change'of name.
His future is signed,
He felt no shame.
From that day,
The name 'Clay' was history,
No longer 'Clay'.!
Only 'Mohammed Ali.'!
Ridiculed and demonized,
Endless pressure and torment..
Undermined and patronised,
His pride and resolve, they could not dent.
66'year of the draft, Ali protests about,
Uncle Sam made his stand.
Ali was outside the‘age drought'!
Their plan didn't go as planned.
Ali, they had much underrated,
A blow they would deal.
His conviction cannot be over-stated,
Place in history, he would seal.
A reporter asked him, ' What did he think of the‘Viet Cong',
Ali replied, 'No‘Viet Cong', ever called me a‘Nigger.' '
He remained resolute and strong,
The story just got bigger.!
His title, they would threaten to remove,
His reputation was at stake.
Action they would prove,
However his defiance and dignity would not break.
Government against him all the way,
Pressure still growing.
But he kept them at bay,
No giving in, no bowing.
He was still the champ,
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Gravitacija (Vec Kot Spijemo)
Ve kot spijemo bolji smo in lepe zgledamo
Po zgledu najboljega benda iz Kneaka
smo naredili en komad za Zmelkoowa junaka
je voh kot poljsko pivo in hiter kot raketa
in skoi v daljino 3m brez zaleta
Smo li biciklirat od Izole do Kopra
in smo skoraj ostali brez areta basista
na levi strani morje na desni je bla cesta
nad nami nebo nad njim pa nebesa
Na rexu je are zgubil ravnoteje
na ravnem odseku je zgrmel dol na skale
je blo tam eno dete v cvetu pubertete
je brez modrka leala na brisai od tete
Ve kot spijemo bolji smo in lepe zgledamo
Je gravitacija melon ukrivila aretu pogled
in je pista pod njim zgubila pravo smer
e sreo je imel da je padu na glavo
njemu ni blo ni malo je okruil skalo
Medtem pa je Damjan povozu maara
ki je vijoliasto opeen menjal gumo ves nesreen
jaz sem pa zgazu cel taborniki vod
s kazalci v zraku so iskali zahod
in naj e kdo ree da je pri tabornikih varno
varen si samo e poiva doma
Zgodba je izmiljena a to sploh ni vano
le po nauku se vidi kolko pesnik velja
1 2 5 7 9
Ve kot spijemo bolji smo in lepe zgledamo
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Disobedience
James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother,
Though he was only three.
James James Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he;
"You must never go down
to the end of the town,
if you don't go down with me."
James James
Morrison's Mother
Put on a golden gown.
James James Morrison's Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James Morrison's Mother
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down
to the end of the town
and be back in time for tea."
King John
Put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY:
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN
TO THE END OF THE TOWN -
FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!"
James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he:
"You must never go down to the end of the town
without consulting me."
James James
Morrison's mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
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Strelovod
Ta dan sem z levo nogo vstal
to noc' sem res slabo spal
zjutraj ostal sem z'e spet brez z'iletk
mogoc'e s'e boljs'e, ker bi se porezal
za praznike itak jih dobil bom spet
do takrat si bom brado samo poc'esal
in ko enkrat gre vse po zlu s'e kripa zataji.
Kot, da sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba.
Ta dan bi blo boljs'e c'e nebi vstal
to noc' bi rajs'i v miru prespal
v sluz'bi me je glava bolela za vmret
in je s'efica pizdla zakaj sem zamudil
komaj sem nas'el en prosti sekret
sem moral kozlatda bi se prebudil
in ko enkrat gre vse po zlu me s'e dvojka c'aka doma.
Kot, da sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba.
Ta dan bi blo boljs'e c'e ne bi pil
to noc' bi rajs'i trezen ostal
bi se jezik ne za pletal, ne bi rdec'e ble oc'i
in bi draga razumela da sem z levo nogo vstal.
Jaz sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba
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Konec
Sez'gimo cel svet, c'e z'e moram umret, c'e z'e moram umret naj zgori
s'e vse
ostalo
Saj se bo s'e naprej vrtel pac' ne bo tako moder kot prej ker ga bo
prekril c'rn plevel
in c'e bi reaktivci delali osemke po nebu bi vesoljni moz'gani mislili
da
je krogla
od bilijarda in bi hitro konc'ali v tisti c'rni luknji v katero je padu
zadnji barvast planet
Sez'gimo cel svet zakaj bi se delali zakaj naj bi s'lo mimo kot da se ni
nic' zgodilo
Pomisli kaks'na s'koda nic' vec' velikih ljudskih pridobitev v kali
zatrte
blazno dobre ideje nic' vec'
hitrih avtov bles'c'ec'ih oblekic dis'ec'ih parfumov taks'nih da se je
psom iz
nosa ulila kri c'e so
hotli povohat kaj tako lepo dis'i nic' vec' nagradnih iger v pras'kih in
najleps'e manekenke ki se tudi
ko bruha smeji
Sez'gimo cel svet c'e z'e moram umret c'e z'e moram umret naj zgori s'e
vse
ostalo
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Tako Zaspan
Jaz sem tako zaspan ...
bolj zaspan kot moker vulkan
bolj zaspan kot mrzel katran
C'e bi me pekli na raz'nju se mi ne bi dalo dret
c'e bi me slac'li iz koz'e se mi ne bi dalo umret
c'e bi padel z aviona ne bi mogel letel
c'e bi me moc'no segreli se ni be hotel vnet
Jaz sem ...
C'e bi me bolel zob bi zaspal od bolec'ine
c'e bi me polili s kropom bi zaspal od vroc'ine
vedno ko mi je muka zaspim dokler ne mine
jaz bi rajs'i spal kot zobal rozine
Jaz sem ...
Niti inekcija kofeina mi ne more nic' naredit
rajs'i riskiram eno uko kot da bi se dal budit
ko zjutraj ura zvoni slis'im angele v glavi
ko potekajo spopadi spim v naravi
Jaz sem tako zaspan ...
bolj kot zariban kamion bolj kot zadavljen puran
Kdor spi zlo ne misli kdor je buden naj gre spat
ne spat za volanom c'e z'e spis' pa ne divjat
Jaz sem
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Said Sadly
James iha: you should know that I love you
And I cant help but fall for you
Oh honey Im just a fool
Now you know
Nina gordon: darling, Ill never be true
You see, for so long I was blue
James iha: Im not the lonely one
Nina gordon: and if I hurt, then you will, too
Oh honey I always lose
Now you know
James iha & nina gordon: lover, when will you?
James iha: Im so afraid that noone cares
James iha & nina gordon: lover, cant find you
James iha: I swear to God dont leave me here
James iha & nina gordon: now you know
James iha & nina gordon: only you know that it cant be
When noone else here really means
James iha: anything to me
James iha & nina gordon: if you hurt inside
If you confide in me again
Nina gordon: since you ran away
James iha: hold me now, tell me how
Nothings lost
James iha & nina gordon: lover, when will you?
Im so afraid that noone cares
Lover, cant find you
And noone knows what brings us here
Lover
James iha: hold me now
Nina gordon: hold me now
James iha: tell me how
James iha & nina gordon: nothings lost
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Khmer Rouge Atrocities
Goddess Ganga’s Mother of Water,
the great Mekong River
flows through the Kingdom of Cambodia.
The former Kampuchea borders Thailand, Laos and Vietnam.
It was once a powerful Buddhist Khmer empire
that between the 11th and 14th century ruled
most of the Indochinese Peninsula.
On its red background, between two horizontal blue stripes,
the Khmer national flag displays a stylized image of Angkor,
the magnificent ancient temple complex,
a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
The temple ruins are located amid forests and farms
at Tonle Sap, the Great Lake.
The people of Cambodia take stately pride in Angkor,
as a lofty symbol of Khmer nationhood and identity,
In the 20th century Cambodia underwent turbulent changes
and during the Vietnam War the Americans bombed
and invaded the country.
In the 1970s the Maoist Pol Pot of the Khmer Rouge
attempted to turn Cambodia into a classless peasant society
by forcing the urban population to move from the cities
to agricultural communities.
Similarly to Mao, Pot Pol saw farmers as the base of
the working class proletariat.
The dictator persecuted teachers, lawyers, doctors
and everyone else with a university education.
Also, the anti-colonialist ideology of the Communist regime
led to the arrest and torture of those who visited another country,
or spoke foreign languages.
The Khmer Rouge had classified these people as class enemies.
Pot Pol abolished money, closed banks,
schools and hospitals and ordered to burn the books.
After all Mao, too, believed that the more books you read,
the more stupid you become.
The Khmer Rouge also tried to extirpate western medicine
and substitute it for traditional peasant medicine.
The Communist revolution in Cambodia
led not only to terrible bloodshed and suffering,
but also involved some very bizarre specificities.
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Boughetto
ft. Murphy Lee
ALI
Uh Uh...Ali and Murphy uh uh
school boy with the college boy and uh..and uh
Murph: Ali and Murphy is...
Ali: Bougie Baby
Murph: (But Um) But if it aint ghetto
Ali: They're gonna boo me baby
Murph: Gotta lake or pool
Ali: And a jacuzzi baby
Murph: But its still McDonalds
Ali: And a movie baby
Murph: Thatz soo crazy!!
(Ali)
Check Check
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Light Burst, Confusion, First Thirst, Then Fusion, Flight
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation’s vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one thousandth dan,
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest.
Atoms void avoid, spin tails till trail's lost, rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
arresting surface difference with zest.
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
./.
Before big bang rang change strange, range remaining still in flux
electrons once were strangers all to call of ‘fiat lux’.
Along came fission’s fusion, confusion first, then light
bequeathing mission’s clues upon delusion and delight.
This led to fate's conclusion, caused atoms to unite
the which, in turn, illusion lent woe_man - sum mum quite!
From chaos sprung our meeting, a marriage of convenience,
the which our rhymes are sweeting so judge linked lines with lenience.
When I was oxygenic and you two hydro genes
as dry as dust hygenic remained both Ways and Means,
as lonely and divided you me me…anderings,
unknown were helix he licks, and protoplasmic strings.
Unknown were then amoebae, or cells life's spells now bring,
like wise unfixed stoned genes' screen sticks, where species do their thing,
Thus life reached out, leached in for years before the Christian Right
decided seven days were all transforming night to right.
The Kansas Education Board's creation tale lies scored,
for aeons spun, together run, provided bread and board
for creatures wild - those really mild encountered some predators
before blind humankind assigned their carbon half-life daters.
Without our tryst few formal life forms on earth could ever
pursue existence ‘normal’, act out silly or feel clever.
When I was young and ignorant unknown to hair twins hydro
few days were spent in versing chant, reversing carbohydro
none fought for life on food chain link, existence ungalactic
they were a simple pair I think, electrons unclimactic.
But now beneath, above, beyond it is our joy to bond -
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Lady of the Lake: Canto IV. - The Prophecy
I.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears,
I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,
Emblem of hope and love through future years!'
Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave,
What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave.
II.
Such fond conceit, half said, half sung,
Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue.
All while he stripped the wild-rose spray,
His axe and bow beside him lay,
For on a pass 'twixt lake and wood
A wakeful sentinel he stood.
Hark!-on the rock a footstep rung,
And instant to his arms he sprung.
'Stand, or thou diest!-What, Malise?-soon
Art thou returned from Braes of Doune.
By thy keen step and glance I know,
Thou bring'st us tidings of the foe.'-
For while the Fiery Cross tried on,
On distant scout had Malise gone.-
'Where sleeps the Chief?' the henchman said.
'Apart, in yonder misty glade;
To his lone couch I'll be your guide.'-
Then called a slumberer by his side,
And stirred him with his slackened bow,-
'Up, up, Glentarkin! rouse thee, ho!
We seek the Chieftain; on the track
Keep eagle watch till I come back.'
III.
Together up the pass they sped:
'What of the foeman?' Norman said.-
'Varying reports from near and far;
This certain,-that a band of war
Has for two days been ready boune,
At prompt command to march from Doune;
King James the while, with princely powers,
Holds revelry in Stirling towers.
Soon will this dark and gathering cloud
Speak on our glens in thunder loud.
Inured to bide such bitter bout,
The warrior's plaid may bear it out;
But, Norman, how wilt thou provide
A shelter for thy bonny bride?''-
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poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Mogoce Me Ni
Nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Nisem se uc'il exat enga litra vina da bi mogu zaklepat z'epe vsakih 5
minut
mislit na denar bolj kot na lastno veselje in gledat face zdolgoc'asenih
kurb
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni ...
Jaz sem s'e bolj neobstojen od molekule ozona in c'e spijem eno pivo paf
se spremenim v kaviar
vedno imam pri sebi lasuljo od fantoma tarzanov dez'nik in majhno opico
ki pazi na denar
nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni
song performed by Zmelkoow
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Yo!
Smo s'li v Osmico naroc'ili 8 pizz
ni bilo pizz smo rekli bomo pili kapuc'in
ni bilo niti kapuc'ina smo pili samo vino
Smo s'li v pizzerijo naroc'ili bakala
niso imeli bakalaja smo hoteli pomfri
ni bilo niti pomfrija smo jedli samo pizzo
Smo s'li v mesnico po batne obroc'ke
niso imeli obroc'kov smo hoteli baterijo
ni bilo biti baterije smo kupili jetrca
Smo s'li na banko da bi nas ostrigli
niso imeli niti s'karij samo c'eke in denar
smo vzeli nekaj denarja in s'li v zapor
ikoli vec' se ne bom ostrigel
nikoli vec' ne bom streljal krems'nit
nikoli vec' ne bom zajc'ek na zidu
nikoli vec' ne bom majhen in zelen
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