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Hej dragi kolega!
Kako kej tvoja prisega?
A še vedno velja?
Tista beseda?
Ref : Zgleda, da spremenu, zgleda, da pozabu si
svoje poglede in svoje namene
Klovna zdej igraš, korit od tega maš
Keš, money, fedri na kup (3x)
Keš, pare, money, lova, fedri na kup
Zdej me gledaš in mi praviš, da beseda ni konj
hočeš nočeš moraš ž'vet, nč ni zastonj
da si isti, kot bil si takrat
da sem jstobrnu hrbet, ki bil sem kot brat
Ref: 1 x
Ref 2: Zgleda, da spremenu, zgleda, da pozabu si
svoje poglede in svoje namene
r'n'r do smrti, r'n'r na krsti
Streslu me bo, ko vidm te tam gor
streslu me bo pa tu je za ponort
streslu me bo, nej strese me
streslu me bo, sm danes ne
Ref: 1 x
Ref 2: Zgleda, da spremenu, zgleda, da pozabu si
svoje poglede in svoje namene
r'n'r do smrti, r'n'r na krsti
Keš, money, fedri na kup (3x)
Keš, pare, money, lova, fedri na kup
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Motorko sem zakurblal, letos huda zima bo.
Žena stoka, da jo zebe, mulci se kar tresejo.
Se po bajt nam žled nabira, ivje imamo po obrveh,
tamala kašljat je začela, tastari škrta v zobeh.
Laj, laj, laj…
Ketno sem napilu, zauh premknil sem na »plus«.
Sem potegnil, mater milu, je zakurblala kot šus.
Pa je ketna odletela, sem po parklih vrezal se,
ko prsta sta po luft letela, kri je špricala nad vse.
Laj, laj, laj…
So me v bolnico odpeljali, sem se drl kot hudič.
Tam so dohtarji spoznali, da od prstov ne bo nič.
Ker sem se vrezal pregloboko, niso mogli jih prišit.
Od zdaj nikol več z desno roko ne bom mogu pira pit.
Laj, laj, laj…
In tako smo ostal brez drv, denarja nimamo za plin.
Optimizem je umrl, stara zmrznla je in
sva se z ženo ga ulila, liter šnopsa prec je šlo.
Mulca joint sta si navila, zdaj vsem nam je toplo.
Laj, laj, laj…
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Krotil sem leva.. v sebi..
Izgubil ta boj..
Ubijal željo..po tebi..
Ki moj si napoj..
Moj si napoj..
Zdej žene me žeja..
Po lepoti poti..
Ne vem več..kje je že meja..
Preden se utopim..
Preden se utopim!
Ref: ne pusti drugim povodca,
Pusti sebi do zvezd in naprej,
Napiši zgodbo do konca,
Preden se utopiš!
Ni mi važno kaj hočjo..
Predolgo sm se že bal..
Tud če vene mi počjo..
Jst bom v tebi zaspal..
Jst bom v tebi zaspal..
To ni mesena potreba..
To ni stanje duha..
To je pot zadovoljstva..
To je pot do srca..
To je pot do srca!
Ref: ne pusti drugim povodca,
Pusti sebi do zvezd in naprej,
Napiši zgodbo do konca,
Preden se utopiš!
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Če lahko ujel bi veter,
ki še zadnjič mi pihlja.
Če lahko najdem tisto,
Črno&temno stran srca.
Nikjer [nikjer] ni poti[ni poti].
Le še senca mi sledi.
Izgubljene misli vprašam,
Kam naj gledam s pogledom želja.
Kje se luna tiho skriva.
Kliče duša neznanega.
O ja, reši me..[reši me]
Ker noč uniči vse..
Brez moči, hodimo iz dneva v dan.
Vsi umiramo.
Z vsakim dihom,
Bliža se, konec dneva,
Ki ne umre.
Vsi ljudje smo lovci na srečo,
Čakamo kroglo gorečo.
V deželi, kjer sonca ni,
Tam so obrazi starih dni.
Nihče,[aa] živ več ni.[več ni]
Tu ljudje so osamljeni.
Potovanja okoli sveta
In iskanje v globine morja.
to je konec, ki se ne konča,
Tam smo skriti v senci neba.
Zakaj, [aaa] živeli bi?[živeli bi]
Nihče umreti si ne želi.
Brez moči, hodimo iz dneva v dan.
Vsi umiramo.
Z vsakim dihom,
Bliža se konec dneva,
Ki ne umre.
Brez moči, hodimo iz dneva v dan.
Vsi umiramo.
Z vsakim dihom,
Bliža se konec dneva,
Ki ne umre.
Ki ne umre.
Ki ne umre.
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I hide but I don't wanna hide
I fear but I don't wanna fear
I run but I don't wanna run
I'd stay home - I have none
voice of the people without a voice
voice of the people who got no choice
I scream but I don't wanna scream
I beg but I don't wanna beg
I hate but I don't wanna hate
I'd like to live - not my fate
voice of the people without a voice
voice of the people who got no choice
voice of the people without a name
voice of the people who take all the blame
get out – there’s no place for you
get out – nothing you can do
get out – you are not a man
get out –never come again
I feel but I don't wanna feel
I think but I don't wanna think
I cry but I don't wanna cry
I'd like to live - I better die
voice of the people without a voice
voice of the people who got no choice
I see but I don't wanna see
I know but I don't wanna know
I steal but I don't wanna steal
you’ll hate me - if I kneel
voice of the people without a voice
voice of the people who got no choice
voice of the people without a name
voice of the people who take all the blame
get out – there’s no place for you
get out – nothing you can do
get out – you are not a man
get out – never come again
we are gone
and we lose ourselves from all the
hate in us
then we find the way but it’s too late
we are gone
and we lose ourselves from all the
hate in us
then we find the way but it’s too late for us
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Dragi bratje dons je kriza
v hiši spet je pms
vsaki mesec se en teden z njo dogaja čuden ples
suhi dnevi so nadloga
tudi tebi se zgodi
je nervozna popadljiva
kot da bi ji puščal kri
Vse opazi vse jo moti
gate nisem prov zložil
ključ pozabil sem v vratih
in po pultu kruh drobil
wc pokrova nisem dvignu
po petah hodim kakor konj
majoneze nisem stisnu
sploh ne vem kaj je bonton
R: Nismo krivi dragi bratje
vse zakuhal je tist majster
ki skriva se nad nami gor
je naložu nam pokoro pms sindrom
Smo živali nepozorne
sploh ne znamo nežni bit
jim povedat kok so lepe
jih potolažit pomirit
ne opazmo da so pridne
da garale so cel dan
da sosedova počiva
in da njen je prima fajn
Nismo krivi dragi bratje
vse zakuhal je tistmajster
ki skriva se nad nami gor
je naložu nam pokoro pms sindrom
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Walk into my world
A world without sadness
Tell me not to worry
Keep me safe
Tell me it's you
Tell me it's you
Tell me not to worry
Keep me safe
See you tomorrow
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No matter how much I believe, the truth is burning my eyes
They wouldn't leave
No, they wouldn't see
Is this what you wanted - what you believed when you said »let it be«?
To say the least, no, I cannot breathe
There's something dead, something rotten and it's inside of me
So tell me this
Where will you go now
Inside my head the future's still
There's nothingt hat I am to comprehend
The vision's dead, I'm to hold on
And wait knowing waiting is killing me
But deep inside here's even less inside me
Since everything's, everything's gone
Inside my head the future's still
So, can't I be free?
Run, so far away
Don't turn away
No one told me this, but
I cannot stay, no way
Can't save me now, cuz I cannot see the path
There's no tomorrow,
you'll see when it's too late
To fill the void,
we've emptied all
believing that it would save us all
with empty hands
out of our elements
But I cannot believe I'm alive
No, I cannot believe
No, I cannot forgive, I …
Can't you see they wouldn't leave
Can't you see they wouldn't see
Is this what you wanted - what you believed when you said »let it be«?
To say the least, no, I cannot, I cannot, cannot breathe
There's something dead, something rotten and it's inside of me
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We got the time
The time is all
All that we have
We want it all
We want the love
Love that is bad
Let me let me tell you something
Just wait and see
Never gonna look back I'm gonna be me
I really don't need ya
I'm finally free
We don't know how
How to survive
When we're alone
We find someone
Someone to hold
So we don't fall
Let me let me tell you something
Just wait and see
Never gonna look back I'm gonna be me
I really don't need ya
I'm finally free
This is the life
Life that we live
The way we need
This is goodbye
You don't own me
Cause now I'm free
Let me let me tell you something
Just wait and see
Never gonna look back I'm gonna be me
I really don't need ya
I'm finally free
We got the time
The time is all
All that we have
We want it all
We want the love
Love that is bad
This is goodbye
You don't own me
Cause now I'm free
Finally
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Molzne krave so se pritožile, da jim gre slabo.
Hudo je, težko živi se.
Iz dneva v dan, iz mesca v mesec.
A kdor ima denarja, temu slabo se ne piše.
MOLZNE KRAVE PRAVIJO, DA JIM GRE SLABO.
MOLZNE KRAVE TARNAJO, DA JIM JE HUDO.
Le kdor je židan in dobre volje, ta upa na boljši jutri.
Minimalec in makarone v lonec.
Pa preživi zdaj, zgaranec!
MOLZNE KRAVE PRAVIJO, DA JIM GRE SLABO.
MOLZNE KRAVE TARNAJO, DA JIM JE HUDO.
Brat vse konje h klavcu vozi.
Ostala sta mu le šarec in erjavec.
Sosed Cera rad ima - pravi.
Na kratki verigi ga domu v bran postavi.
MOLZNE KRAVE PRAVIJO, DA JIM GRE SLABO.
MOLZNE KRAVE TARNAJO, DA JIM JE HUDO.
MOLZNE KRAVE PRAVIJO, DA JIM GRE SLABO.
MOLZNE KRAVE TARNAJO, DA JIM JE HUDO.
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Pri ustvarjanju sodelujejo kočevski oblikovalci, likovni ustvarjalci, fotografi in v marsikateri skladbi tudi lokalne značilnosti, anekdote, legende, kritični pogledi na življenje v mestu Kočevje. Tokrat se nam je zdelo najbolj smiselno, da naše delo umestimo tudi v stripovski format, ki preko domačih anekdot ohranjaja tradicijo avtentičnosti tega prostora.
released December 13, 2018
Kompilacijo izdaja: Društvo Kočevskih Glasbenikov
Oblikovanje in likovna oprema: Igor Ribič
Tisk: Silveco d.o.o.
Finalizacija avdio posnetkov: Robi Bulešić (Beartracks Recording Studio)
Leto izdaje: 2018
