Pljuni, pa zalepi / Spit And Glue Back

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

Next to the usual symbolic number, two more numbers (10 and 12, if you need help...) take the stage here.

Temporary solution to a problem of any kind - what an interesting topic. In history, it's often called separation, truce, resignation and it's not like things were better after it, but everyone was led to believe that everything's now fine, perfect, fantastic, as good as can be. And in 90% of cases, regardless of how perfect

If you're a big toad that eats boogers, you cannot suddenly turn yourself into an unicorn. People change, more or less. But a forced change and forced belief that the change was from the heart may lead to a partial or total...I dare not use that word, it's too scary.

On that note, this one is seriously hypothetical, or, at its worst, partially hypothetical. Not meant to offend anyone. Heck, I had a period of time when I was convinced I'm something completely different from who I really am. We all have that...society, peer pressure et cetera.

Comparing an obvious (physical) temporary solution to a make-believe (psychical) temporary solution. The one with a deadline that's being extended over and over and over again appears to last. The other one is like Charlie B. Barkin's clock, like Lola's running and such. Once ahain, not offensive, not offensive, not offensive to any single human being, I promise.

A couple of the comparisons are pure, pure nonsense. On purpose...because all of these really, really have the soul of a little strawberry-blonde toddler dragging a telephone toy on wheels around the living room while the freshly-planted trees are about to blossom for the first time in their toddler lives as well.

Pljuni, pa zalepi

Kakva laž,
kakva laž,
pljuni, pa zalepi,
to nije trajno rešenje.
I svi smo verovali u to.
Manje-više svi.
Odjednom je sve tako belo,
a bilo je crnje, najcrnje.

To ne može da traje,
to ne može da traje,
pljuni pa zalepi,
sve se okrene i šlus!

Rupčage se ne zatvaraju vatom.
Zubobolja se ne rešava medom.
Rane se ne zašivaju senfom.
Istorija se ne precrtava kao bajka.

Deset koraka napred,
i onda te guma vrati natrag.

Deset koraka napred,
i onda te guma vrati natrag.

Deset koraka napred,
i onda te guma vrati natrag.

Deset koraka napred,
i onda te guma vrati natrag.

Praćka-plačka-pljačka.

Praćka-plačka-pljačka.

Praćka-plačka-pljačka.

Praćka-plačka-pljačka.

Crno nije belo.
Na kraju ispadne mnogo sivo.

Crno nije belo.
Na kraju ispadne mnogo sivo.

Crno nije belo.
Na kraju ispadne mnogo sivo.

Crno nije belo.
Na kraju ispadne mnogo sivo.

Kakva žal,
kakva žal,
zagrebi, pa odlepi,
to je bilo veoma lako.
I svi odjednom vide to.
Manje-više svi.
Odjednom je sve tako crno,
a delovalo je belo, najbelje.

To ne sme da traje,
to ne sme da traje,
zagrebi pa odlepi,
izbelite ga, molim vas!

Rupčage se zatvaraju negledanjem dole.
Zubobolja se rešava vađenjem zuba.
Rane se zašivaju jakim koncem.
Istorija će uvek biti istorija.
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Spit And Glue It Back

What a lie,
What a lie,
Spit and glue it back,
That's not a solution.
And we all believed it.
More or less everyone.
Suddenly it's all so white
And it was blacker than black.

That just can't last,
That just can't last,
Spit and glue it back,
Everything turns around and schluss!

You don't stick cotton in holes.
You don't cure tooth ache with honey.
You don't saw wounds with mustard.
You don't rewrite history with fairy-tales.

Ten steps forward,
Then a rubberband takes you back.

Ten steps forward,
Then a rubberband takes you back.

Ten steps forward,
Then a rubberband takes you back.

Ten steps forward,
Then a rubberband takes you back.

Slingshot - gunshot - cryalot.

Slingshot - gunshot - cryalot.

Slingshot - gunshot - cryalot.

Slingshot - gunshot - cryalot.

Black is not white,
It can only turn too grey.

Black is not white,
It can only turn too grey.

Black is not white,
It can only turn too grey.

Black is not white,
It can only turn too grey.

What sorrow,
What sorrow,
Scratch and unglue,
That was very easy
And suddenly all see it
More or less everyone
Suddenly it's all so black
And it was whiter than white.

That just shouldn't last,
That just shouldn't last,
Scratch and unglue,
Make it white again, please!

You close holes by not looking down,
You cure tooth ache by pulling tooth out,
You sew the wounds with strong thread,
History will always be history.

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