Stihovi
01. Maybe
Maybe you say this to your friends, tales of the past events
And how we should forget, how maybe you’re embarrassed
Cause you know it stinks, it reeks of bad behavior
And you didn’t stop to think, you’re the venom in this flavor
Maybe you say you never lived, you never felt her silk white skin
But it doesn’t matter how you put it, you won’t get out of this bullet
Now I’m tired of keeping quiet, still I’m too old to yell ryatts
Payback has an awkward spin, and I have no will left
To win…
Maybe I’ll say I never lived, I’ve never felt a single thrill
But it doesn’t matter how I put it, still there won’t be nothing to it
Now I’m trying to bring back my time, hoping it’s not all gone
Illusion left me with a grin, but I still have the will to sing
To sing…
Maybe I’ll say this to my friends, tales of the past events
Maybe I’ll put some nice ring to it, still it wont mean I got over it
Now I’m trying to walk this fine line, while I could be having a good time
Chillin’ in my window seat, looking forward to never
Feeling fear
02. Selfless
We’re both wounded
And we both hurt
We drag our weak limbs
To not die on the curb
People tie a knot
And that knot becomes a noose
It aches and it breaks
Evolves into a curse
My love is not selfless
My love is not weak
My love is not addicted
My love, she doesn’t breed
Oh it’s hard to let go
It’s hard to stay in
But I can’t change my color
I cant shed my skin
Oh it’s hard to let go
It’s hard to stay in
But I can’t change my temper
I can’t change what’s within
03. Different way
Let’s defend our generation
So their names aren’t covered in shame
Lets leave them something worthy
Not just a family name
We defend the institution
While the people in it fade
See, not every pretty picture
Must come in a silver frame
Let’s not throw stones
And judge a different way
Let’s not throw stones
And judge a different way
Lets not be the ones that frown
Lets not be the ones that look down
Lets not cheat on our beloved
And kiss them on the cheek
When we come
Let us remember
Who we once despised
There was never a greater Christian
Than the one we crucified
Let’s not throw stones
And judge a different way
Let’s not throw stones
And judge a different way
04. Little Jimmy
Little Jimmy
He had a smile so pretty
He had a cry so funny
Nothing simple about Jimmy
But who would have known
Who would have seen
That little Jimmy would
Suffocate without a scream?
He was kind of dark
He kept to himself
He would sometimes tell us
He’s not afraid of death
But how could we know
How could we see
That little Jimmy would
Hang himself off a tree?
Little Jimmy, the almighty awaits
He’ll yell out „treason“ so you give him a reason
Tell him how he disappointed you
With all the rotten cards he had given you
Ask him to send you the devil
Cause maybe he will be nicer
Maybe he will have the answer
Maybe he will speak the truth
Little Jimmy, I knew him I did, you knew him too
He’s the little kid, that lies in all of you
05. Judas
Guilt has never felt better
Pain has a sweet aftertaste
I have two choices
And each will cost me
Cause each makes me feel so vain
Truth screams
Tell me, I’m right here
It would feel so good to drop the ball
But it is wrapped around my leg
And if toss it
I will be the first to fall
I feel like Judas
I’m betraying you with my kiss
I feel powerless
I could hurt you
Like you always knew I will
I’m pushing the clutch and hitting the breaks
I’m careful not to crash into the gate
But how soon till I break
How soon till I fake
How soon till the whore
Bakes the midnight cake
06. Lesson learned
Miss the smell
Miss the eyes
Miss the battles
I miss the ties
Miss the vice
Miss the smile
Miss the blues
I miss the vile
Miss the mornings
Miss the nights
Miss the kisses
Miss the fights
Miss the touch
Miss the tears
Miss the laughter
I miss those years
Was it a waste of time
Or a bitter lesson to be taught
It has to be the ladder
Look at all the pain its brought
07. Sore
The first month was the worst
The wound was still bleeding
And instead of stopping it
I kept picking at it
More and more
Then it stopped bleeding
And I thought it disappeared
But just a scratch later
I’m right back where I started
So fucking sore
I knew it wont be easy
But I’m surprised how hard this hit me
I find myself to be scared
And not at all pretty
Don’t ever presuppose
Don’t ever miscalculate
Don’t ever resuscitate
What has been dead before
Don’t ever reciprocate
Don’t ever regurgitate
Don’t try to put a plaster
On a broken bone
I knew it wont be easy
But I’m surprised how hard this hit me
I find myself to be scared
And not at all free
08. The preacher
Smug smiling in your fancy robes
No one can touch you or speak ill of your tropes
All the while you destroy the young ones
All the while you crush their hopes
Nothing can save them from your good intentions
Man, are those a slippery slope
Will you ever seek forgiveness
Ever stop with the marching crusades
Will the cries of your raped children
Ever echo through those golden gates
Will the cross on your bedroom wall
Make up for all your mistakes
Cover up
Cover up
Cover up all the complaints
The preacher was always a silent killer
Modesty was never his trait
And the god we turn to for wisdom
He’s in our own conscience
In our own grace
09. Now I see
Now I see
You cant really make a cut
Without
Making the wound
Bleed
Now I see
We’re just putting bandages
On our broken legs
And knees
Is it harder to be the one who
Rejects
Than the rejectee
Now I see
I’d rather be face down in the gutter
Rather than benign
Your bully
Now I see
Now I see
I see that honesty disarms
And the trouble rewards
How long till I begin to reap what I sow
How long till I begin to relax
And not think so much
Not think at all
At all…
Linkovi
Credits
Glazba i stihovi:
Billie Joan
Mix and aranžman:
Milan Mijač
Master:
Matej Zec
Fotografija:
Ana Kujundžić
Dizajn omota:
Luka Duplančić
Izdavač:
DOP records
Posebna zahvala:
Zerlot
Stihovi
1. Pretty city
Oh my pretty city
You were a vision
Vision to me
Oh my pretty city
I’m sorry but I have to break free
Oh my pretty master
My collar doesn’t fit me
It chokes me
Set me free
Let me leave
And let me go
Let me learn
And let me grow
I’ll come back
On a sunny day
When you give me
A reason to stay
Oh my pretty city
Like a lover no good for me
Like a master that knows no boundary
You made me empty
You made me empty
You made me empty
You made me empty
Now please
Set me free and let me
Leave
And let me go
Let me learn
And let me grow
I’ll come back
On a sunny day
When you give me
A reason to stay
I’ll go…
2. Lady is a tramp
In the blink of an eye
The dark ages breach
The crusade war
Disguised as freedom of speech
I see
The prime minister’s lady
I hear a buzz
Of the Queen Bee
Someone to shame
And no one to start the fight
Croatian family
The mother of every right
The mother of every right
In the blink of an eye
The reason evaporates
Just a few cunning phrases
Just enough to burn the witches
Burn, burn, burn the witches
I see
The prime minister’s lady
With a bag of salt
I hear a buzz
Of the Queen Bee
Restriction makes her feel so horny
But we won’t let her come
No, we won’t let her come
03. Don't you mind
You’ve got your whole life ahead of you
Abundance of time to waste
Defining what defines you
Ultimately losing the will to do what you do
So what do you want to do
What do you want to do?
So don’t you mind that the changes
Are passing us by
And the new state of mind
Goes further underground
So don’t you mind that you’re dead now (do ya dad)
These are the times to be alive
A whole life ahead of you
Time to haste, time to stall
Time to set the goals and wait
For someone else to take the fall
So why don’t you take the fall
Why don’t you take the fall?
So don’t you mind that the changes
Are passing us by
And the new state of mind
Goes further underground
So don’t you mind that you’re dead now (do ya dad)
These are the times to be alive
It’s good to be alive
It’s good to be alive
It’s good to be alive
It’s good to be alive
04. Barrenland
Down on the Balkans
On the sunny south-east coast
There lies a great big country
That no one really knows
It’s the land of family values
But the marriage rate is low
Dads are off the wagon
And mommies have no birth control
It’s a place where the east
Makes a copy of the west
Girls take their clothes off
And call it a success
It’s a place where the winners lose
Their triumph is a shame
A place where you pay the price
Just to stay…
In their rotten game
The greatest land of Balkan
Like a woman so damn sweet
So pretty and good-looking
So damn barren underneath
Down on the Balkans
On the sunny south-east coast
There lies a great big country
That I love the most
It’s a place where people tell you
How they really feel
A place where the sunny weather
Makes your broken heart heal
The greatest land of Balkan
Like a woman so damn sweet
So pretty and good-looking
So damn barren underneath
Oh my barren land
Give me your helping hand
05. Fear
Fear eats
Fear sleeps
Fear leads his blind sheep
Fear breathes
Fear creeps
Fear keeps his bomb near
But they’re weak
They despair
All them swords
Don’t cut, don’t tear
All them guns
Don’t shoot
Don’t hunt
They threaten themselves
Their father and their son
Their son
No matter the blood
No matter the bomb
The virgins will fade
And the Satan will come
Fear will hurt
Fear will cry
The weapon will fail
And the army will die
The weapon will fail
And the army will die
No matter the blood
No matter the bomb
The virgins will fade
And the Satan will come
For his
Father, daughter, mother and son
Mother and son
06. Graveyard dad
Hey, hey, graveyard daddy
That rope was too tight to hold your body
Hey, hey, graveyard daddy
You chose the worst way to leave me
Hey, hey, graveyard daddy
I still remember all your misery
Hey, hey, graveyard daddy
Those neck bruises, they still burn my memory
Tell me
Is it heaven
Or hell
Or is it just too hard to tell
Tell me
Are you broken
Are you sad
Tell me that heaven is not so bad
Hey, hey, graveyard daddy
I’ll keep all the good things right beside me
Hey, hey, graveyard daddy
Wherever you may be I hope you hear me
Tell me
Is it heaven
Or hell
Or is it just too hard to tell
Tell me
Are you broken
Are you sad
Tell me that heaven is not so bad
Life can be heaven or hell
But sometimes it’s just too hard to tell
07. Oblivious
If you want a Barbie doll
With an ass for brains
She’ll get there
With a chart of demands
And „please baby not tonight, I got a headache“
If you want the money maker, babe
He’ll find its way
He’ll buy you whatever you want
It’ll be years
Before you pay off that debt
I’m pretty sure people always
Get what they want
Like the church bells ringing
They won’t hear it
Like a stop sign flashing
They won’t see it
Like a simple act of kindness
They’ll ignore it
I go back and forth
From hope to a hanging rope
Willing to try and eager to leave
Just so I don’t have to be the one
The one who let go
I’m pretty sure that I’ll get exactly what I want
Like the church bells ringing I won’t hear it
Like a stop sign flashing, I won’t see it
A simple act of kindness
I’ll ignore it
I’m pretty sure that I’ll get exactly what I want
But will I like it
I think I will not
08. Misunderstood
You got to know what’s out there
You saw what I never could
Now you’re not as crass
All the sudden you’re world class
But I’ve known you for a long time
I remember the lazy eye
You may have fooled all of them
But I know who drifted and I know why
Now listen
And listen good
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
I’m missunderstood
I tried so hard to put this in place
I swear to God I did
I fooled myself intentionally
To not see what was right in front of me
Listen
And listen good
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
I’m missunderstood
You taught me a lot, my friend
You taught me not to underestimate
Taught me that the time will pass
And the people we know won’t stay the same
People we know won’t stay the same
Listen
And listen good
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
I’m misunderstood
I’m misunderstood
09. Almost 30
So I’m almost 30
I’m older than I used to be
I thought that I’d be smarter
I thought that I’d stay funny
I thought that I’d stay funny
30 summers
30 winters
30 birthdays
Behind me
I hear them whispering
You’re mad
You’re dreaming
You can’t sing
You can’t sing
You can’t sing
For a living
So I’m almost 30
I’m older than I wanted to be
I thought that I’d be wiser
I thought that I’d stay pretty
I thought that I’d stay pretty
30 mornings
30 midnights
30 sunsets
Behind me
I hear them whispering
You’re mad
You’re dreaming
You can’t sing
You can’t sing
You can’t sing
For a living
No, you can’t sing
No, you can’t sing
No, you can’t sing
No, you can’t sing
09. I see you
I see you
Pretty looking doll
Taking pictures
In the bathroom stall
I see you
Powdering your nose
Blushing your cheekbones
Waiting for Mr. Jones
Isn’t it ironic
How you spend your time
Just to stop that time
From running
Isn’t it a shame
That you have a brain
But it just fills a space
While you keep on grooming
Keep on grooming…
Oh you Ava Adore
You’ve got nothing to show for
Oh you stunning whore
If only you could
Suck some character
All that lipstick and tan
Glitter and a heating fan
All that makeup and nails
Extensions and your ponytails
Oh, those little ponytails…
Oh you Ava Adore
You’ve got nothing to show for
Oh you stunning whore
If only you could
Suck some character
11. Oh, my dear reverend
Oh, my dear Reverend
I spoke to God today
He wasn’t too pleased with
What you had to say
He threatened to cancel
The “Voice of koncil”
Called it an embarrassment
To his name
I said Oh, my Lord
He misread the Bible
And got it all wrong
But he said oh no, no, no
You got to sing him a little song
Oh, my dear Reverend
Shame you are your mother’s son
Shame you are your sister’s brother
Second to many and
First to none
First to none
You preach behind the glass door
The faith you know so little about
And the church is on her knees
She knows she let us down
It’s not man over women
It’s not women over men
It’s men and women
Women and men
Oh, my dear Reverend
Shame you are your mother’s son
Shame you are your sister’s brother
Second to many and
First to none
First to none
Linkovi
Credits
Glazba i stihovi:
Billie Joan
Mix and aranžman:
Milan Mijač
Master:
Matej Zec
Fotografija:
Ana Kujundžić
Obrada fotografija:
Matko Glibota
Dizajn omota:
Luka Duplančić
Izdavač:
Juda Records
Posebna zahvala:
Josip Marković
