Nemam volju više pisati ovaj blog...samo iz jednog razloga...no možda se vratim...ali ne ovdje...za adresu će saznati samo oni ljudi do kojih mi je stvarno stalo...čije sam postove stvarno voljela čitati...pozz
Ej ljudi...evo i mene...ma stalno mislim da izaberem neku temu za post, znate da bude malo zanimljiviji, al jednostavno mi ne ide...Ovih dana se dosađujem...ljeto mi baš i nije očaravajuće, prošlo je bilo bolje...much better...eh da, sigurno već svi znate da Nightwish dolazi u Zagreb...joj, ja hoću ić, al neznam još kako doć do Zagreba...nadam se da će se to sredit...Voljela bih ić i vidjet svoj najdraži, najbolji, naj. naj. naj bend uživo...mislim da bih pukla od sreće...to bih pamtila cijeli život... Uh sjećam se prošlog ljeta kad sam počela slušat Nightwish zahvaljujući svojoj sestrični...koja mi je dala koncert (End Of An Era) nažalost tako nazvan...gledala sam ga svaki dan...uživala u toj predivnoj glazbi, naučila sve pjesme napamet...onda sam još dobila jedan koncert kojeg sam isto gledala...eh da...Nightwish, Oh dear Nightwish...no dobro dosta o NW-u.
Nekako praznici brzo idu...il se meni to samo tako čini? Danas je već 11.7...ah za 3 dana moj rođendan...Eh da...dođoh na NW forum. Baš mi je super...dođite i vi...ne znam više šta da pišem...
Dani su sparni, ne možeš izać iz kuće, a da te ne udari toplinski udar...užas...no takvo je ljeto. Nisam se baš nešto proslavila pisanjem...a kad stvarno nemam pojma kakvu da temu iščupam iz svoje glave...nema baš neki izbor...E pa dragi moji, ja vas lijepo pozdravljam i čujemo se do idućeg posta s TEMOM!!!
Eh da i čujte ovu pjesmu...ja ju obožavam...to je jedan od koncerata koje imam...
Za ovaj put samo pjesma od NW, pročitajte riječi, jednostavno predivno!!! :-)
The Poet And The Pendulum
"WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA"
The end.
The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
"HOME"
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
My home was there 'n then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face
Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
"THE PACIFIC"
Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free
Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby
On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all
"I'm afraid. I'm so afraid.
Being raped again, and again, and again
I know I will die alone.
But loved.
You live long enough to hear the sound of guns,
long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your friends betray you.
For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for ".
"DARK PASSION PLAY"
2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet
Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
"Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text."
Save me
"MOTHER & FATHER"
Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love
Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you
Evo ja odlučila napisat post...jutro je 11.22 i čekam da mi "OTH" počne .
Nego, ljeto nam je stiglo, dani su vrući, sparni, umorni, bez hlada i zabavni...hehe
Baš mi je drago što je ovako toplo, možemo na bazene i dobit boje...a i na more (što je još i bolje). Ja na more idem tek u 8 mjesecu, pa tko će dočekati to? Uh, jedva čekam more, al kad bolje razmislim s morem stiže i škola. Uf škola...mrzim ju...mrzim učit...zar nije dobar osjećaj ne učiti, ne imati ni trunka gradiva iz škole u glavi po ljeti...uf koja dobra stvar...makar da ništa ne moramo učit niti kad idemo u školu, da su nam jedinice petice...uf, Hrvatska bi bila najodličnija zemlja po znanju...Svi bi imali dobre plaće i nitko ne bi prosio po ulicama...svi bi imali dom...i svatko bi imao svoj bend i pjevao i svirao i radio što god bi mu srce poželjelo...Kupio bi neku veliku vilu i uživao u novcu...Mislim da bismo svi bili zadovoljni.
No dosta o tome...Ljeto je najljepše godišnje doba...Uvijek si raspoložen, stalno ideš nekuda, nije ti dosadno...uf uživancija...Hvala ti ljeto što postojiš!!! Jedino što ne volim su svakakve bube, kukci i svi ti člankonošci kad se pojave...uf jako ih se bojim...i ne volim kad sijeva i nevrijeme se sprema..hehe, postah pijesnik...to nemogu podnet zato što se bojim grmljavine...a nije niti loše kada padne kiša, uvijek je dobrodošla jer osviježi zrak...pa se lakše diše...Uživajte i ne gubite niti trunak slobodnog vremena...jer kad stigne škola, opet sve po starom.
Mislim da sam dosta toga napisala...Eto ja vas sada pozzam i čujemo se...byeee!!!
Kuglice predstavljaju najvažnije stvari u životu: obitelj, djecu, zdravlje, prijatelje, ljubav, ... Sve ono u vašem životu što najviše volite, što je najvrednije. To je ono što - da sve osim toga izgubite - vaš bi život još uvijek ostao ispunjen.
Zrna riže predstavljaju ostale stvari u životu koje su nam također važne: posao, kuća, glazba, ...
Pijesak su nam manje važne stvari.
Kada bismo u posudu prvo stavili pijesak, ne bi ostalo prostora za kuglice, ni za zrna riže.
Isto se zbiva u životu. Ako potrošite svu energiju i vrijeme na manje važne stvari nikada nećete imati prostora za ono najvažnije.
Pripazite koje su stvari ključne za vašu sreću - družite se, nađite vremena otići k lječniku, izaći na večeru s voljenom osobom, nađite vremena za hobi i omiljeni sport. Uvijek će biti vremena za ostale manje važne stvari u životu.
Pozabavite se najprije kuglicama - uspostavite prioritete...ostalo je pijesak :-)
Ah da da sjetila se ja...
Prošlo je 25 dana odkad se nisam javila s pravim, zanimljivim, za čitanje postom. Iako znam da ovaj neće bit takav, odlučih ga ipak napisat... Napokon stigao kraj školske godine...juuuupi!!! Mislim da ćemo sada svi uživati, dosađivati se (što je najvažnije) ma jednom rječju bit ćemo SLOBODNI od knjiga, učenja, pisanja...i od svega vezano za školu.
Nadam se da ste zadovoljni svojim ocjenama koje ste postigli, jer ja jesam i baš sam hepi zbog toga... E da i dodala sam nove ljude u linkove...blogovi koje često čitam...super ste...
Saznah za dvije grupe koje sad stalno slušam, a to su 69 eyes i tarot...al nisam zaboravila nightwish. To nikada...heh. Ah da, mnogo se toga promijenilo u zadnje vrijeme, mnogo toga...No neda mi se sad pisat...dugo bi trajalo. Žao mi je zbog moje prijateljice koja se sad kad završi škola seli u Zagreb. Baš nam je svima grozno...više neće bit sa nama...
Bilo je lijepo slušat kako je uvijek vesela i nasmijana...a sad se seli...joj grozno...a valjda ćemo se viđati sad preko ljeta...ništa evo šaljem joj pozz
Ej ja neznam šta da više pišem...eto to bi bilo to... Želim vam svima da sa smijehom možete izaći iz škole i ljeto provesti bez učenja....
Ja se uskoro javim!!!
Pozz Od MEttaLLkee!!!
Pogledajte kako ovaj mali dobro svira...bit će dobar kad naraste..hehe
"Iza svake izvanredne stvari koja
postoji bilo je nešto tragično. Svjetovi su morali proći porođajne muke da bi i najbeznačajniji cvijet mogao procvjetati."
"Ništa ne može zamijeniti upornost. Niti talent, niti genijalnost, niti obrazovanje. Upornost i odlučnost su svemoćni."
"Ne možete naučiti klizati a da ne budete smješni...životni led je klizav."
"Ponekad čovjek posveti sav svoj život nekoj želji za koju nije siguran da li će mu se ikada ispuniti."
"Kada bi postojala bića koja ljudima ispunjavaju sve želje, to ne bi bili bogovi nego demoni."
"Šta znači željeti ako bilo kakva slučajnost jednu našu želju može zamjeniti drugom?"
"Život je kratak, ali je ipak sladak."
"Više je za žaljenje onaj koji zbog pameti izgubi ljubav,nego onaj koji zbog ljubavi izgubi pamet."
Pozz svima...
Nightwish without TARJA is like:
New York without the Liberty Statue,
The police without the donuts,
The desert without the sand,
The Ocean without the water,
Buenos Aires without "Asado" or "Dulce de leche",
Gothic people without the dark clothes,
The Heaven without the Inferno,
Black without white,
The sky without the Sun or night without the Moon...
Zovem se Ines
VOLIM: Finsku, prijatelje, glazbu, obitelj, ići u crkvu, slatkiše, svoj razred, rodbinu...
NE VOLIM: umišljene ljude, narodnjake, kada dobijem lošu ocjenu, fiziku i .........
SLUŠAM:Tarot, The 69 Eyes, Nightwish, Within Temptation, ponekad Metallicu i Iron Maiden, Evanescence i još mnogo toga....
MOJI PRIJATELJI: Tina, Valentina, Kristina, Tajana, Deja, Silvia, Ella, Martina, i ljudi iz raz.
NEPRIJATELJI: pa i nema ih....al ima onih koje ne podnosim...uglavnom mi idu na živce...
PROLAZIM: s 5, nemam sve petice....
NAJBOLJI PREDMETI: Informatika, Hrvatski, Likovni, Biologija...
NAJGORI PREDMETI: Fizika.....
HRANA: Pizza, sendviči, uglavnom sve domaće, što mama napravi
Sweet little words made for silence
Not talk
Young heart for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour's never a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
Remember the first dance we shared?
Recall the night you melted my uglyness away?
The night you left with a kiss so kind
Only a scent of beauty left behind
Ah, dear friend I remember the night
The moon and the dreams we shared
Your trembling paw in my hand
Dreaming of that northern land
Touching me with a kiss of a beast
I know my dreams are made of you
Of you and only for you
Your ocean pulls me under
Your voice tears me asunder
Love me before the last petal falls
As a world without a glance
Of the ocean's fair expanse
Such the world would be
If no love did flow in thee
But as my heart is occupied
Your love to me now has to die
Forgive me, I need more than you can offer me
Didn't you read the tale
Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog?
Don't you know this tale
In which all I ever wanted
I'll never have
For who could ever learn to love a beast?
However cold the wind and rain
I'll be there to ease up your pain
However cruel the mirrors of sin
Remember, beauty is found within
...Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you...
DEAD BOY'S POEM
Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home
Sing what you can't say
Forget what you can't play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody
Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night
Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
Died for the beauty the one in the garden
Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
Failed in becoming a god
Never sigh...
"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry the one without tears
For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality
where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life"
"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
I'm sorry
Time will tell (this bitter farewell)
I live no more to shame nor me nor you
And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."
A lonely soul
An ocean soul
Death Makes Artists
Only once I could see my dream
Didn't feel the smallness under the stars
Once I got bars in my cradle
As a prisoner I write a letter from there
My Lord, to you, let me become what my child thinks I am
In you is the beauty of the world, of which death made me an artist
My Lord, to you, let me become what my child thinks I am
My own heaven I created here
Let me get away
My own heaven I created here
Let me get away
Feel For You
You were my first love
The earth moving under me
Bedroom scent, beauty ardent
Distant shiver, heaven sent
I'm the snow on your lips
The freezing taste, the silvery sip
I'm the breath on your hair
The endless nightmare, devil's lair
Only so many times
I can say I long for you
The lily among the thorns
The prey among the wolves
Someday, I will feed a snake
Drink her venom, stay awake
With time all pain will fade
Through your memory I will wade
Barely cold in her grave
Barely warm in my bed
Settling for a draw tonight
Puppet girl, your strings are mine
This one is for you for you
Only for you
Just give in to it never think again
I feel for you
Slaying The Dreamer
I'm a priest for the poorest sacrifice
I'm but a raft in a sea of sorrow and greed
You bathed in my wine
Drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme
Your slit tongues licked my aching wounds
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
Blame me, it's me
Coward, a good-for-nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, living a dream
Romantic only on paper
Tell me why you took all that was mine!
Stay as you lay - don't lead me astray!
Wake up, mow the weed
You'd be nothing without me
Take my life if you have the heart to die
You bastards tainted my tool
Raped my words, played me a fool
Gather your precious glitter and leave me be
The Great Ones are all dead
And I'm tired, too