U fazonu "pazi šta pišeš"

SrBski Chun-Li

Somehow I knew you just find me

I thought you’re smarter than that

Strategically designed architecture,

                      architecture that only I have the pinkprint for

Never the less, you took the bait

And oh, I get it

You paintin’ me to be the bad guy

Možeš kupiti kesu za povraćanje ako ti je muka, Sonja

Možeš sakupiti 65.000 požutelih protestanata

                                      čim odeš na godišnji, Jasmina

Možeš paziti da ne upotrebiš šešeljevsku terminologiju, Aljoša

I come alive, I,  I’m always stay high

Designer thigh highs

It’s my lifestyle

Kaže fikus 401, nema iseljavanja

Kaže fikus 1, živimo 46 miliona puta bolje

Kaže fikus milion i 101, ne koristi Šešeljeve izraze

                                    ili budi svestan njihovog značenja

Kaže fikus 4 miliona i 500, koristiš Vučićevu retoriku i bićeš

                                  koristan na sledećim izborima

Kaže fikus 3 miliona i 70, Vladimire pazi šta pišeš

                                                 i objavljuješ

I been on, bitch you been dosmanlijski con

Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on

Ay yo I been North, Laura been Croft

Plates say ’Chun-Li’ drop the Benz off

Možeš okrenuti čmar i gaće požutele od dosmanlijske demokracije

                                                                   sranja i pišanja

Možeš skakati iz mreže u mrežu retoričkih okvira

                                          otpadaka sa smetlišta istorije

Žuto je trulo, korodiralo je kao i srBsko tzv. srce

Kažeš, pričaj srBski, ćirilica brate –

Truliš na rate, srce ti je puno razgrađenih hamburgera

You play checkers, couldn’t beat me playin’ chess

Kažeš, razbijaćeš glave ako postanemo k’o Francuzi

Ali tvoj android voli da se guzi

Žuto, samo žuto – back seats bitch, fuck the gossip

Bitch it’s King Kong, yes it’s King Kong

Chinese ink on, Siamese links on

Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding dong

So they can get on their fuckin’ keyboards

                               and make me, the bad guy

Samo srBski, samo srBski, malo ruski, patriotski

Najbolje kineski, lezbijski

Now I’m about to turn around and beat my chest

Pesnici poput mene, potrebni su

Bitch it’s King Kong

I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed

Tanjiri govore, radnici-robovi se traže, kosti naci M. Draže

Rehabilitacija kvislinga been on, bitch you been con

Na svojoj tastaturi otkucaj jebeno Chun-Li, lošim me napravi

I’m my Kingdom, yes Miss Bitch yellow con

I been on, city light prints won’t gone

Slušaj nadalje srBski-kineski sa ekrana, it’s been yellowishly on

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≈ 17.53 h – 18.40 h

27.12.2019.

petak

(Sombor, Café SG Priča)

[kurziv na engleskom Nicki Minaj – ’Chun-li’]

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Herta priča svom Nerudi

Herta priča svom Nerudi: - Moja poezija je

                                                 zaključana

imam 40 i kusur godina, a osećam da imam 20

pakuju me u razne kalupe

pijem lekove i alkohol

znam da ne bih smela jer to uništava

ali, ja ne znam drugačije

                           i idem, idem dalje

ulazim sve dublje i onda više ne znam

                         ko sam bila.

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21.41 h – 22.45 h

27.12.2019.

petak

[Studio Vincent, Sombor, Poeziodrom #4]

Secrets

Something’s on your mind

I can’t look the other way

I can’t touch your thoughts

The things you’re about to say

Now I know how it feels when rethink goes wrong

And that's way through in I feel I'm changing
I'm there.....anymore

It ain't no use
No, I am not who I was before
If this is what you want, then
You better know, you better know this
It ain't no use
No, I am not anymore
When waves crashing again the shore
We're own firearm

Now I know how it feels when rethink goes wrong
And that's way through in I fell I'm changing
I'm there.....anymore

It ain't no use
No, I am not who I was before
If this is what you want, then
You better know, you better know this
It ain't no use
No, I am not anymore
When waves crashing again the shore
We're own firearm

It ain't no use
No, I am not who I was before
But if this is what you want, then
You better know, you better know this
It ain't no use
No, I am not anymore
When waves crash against the shore
We're own firearm

Author:

Sun Glitters

P.S.

I am highly recommending this song for listening. Not sure dough that it will be liked by everyone. Sun Glitters, which I had opportunity to meet in 2013 at his concert in my hometown, is excellent artist, making really inspiring music. Maybe I am a bit subjective...... But, this song, especially above posted lyrics touched me, going deeper into my mind, right to the spot where I am now..... 

naše borbe

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22.49 h – 22.56 h

10.06.2018.

nedelja

(poluautomatski tekst – poezija toka svesti)

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Autor:

Vladimir Milojković

(inspired by musique de YusYus)