Šišarkofon / Pine Cone Phone

! 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.

I was missing the explanation for how A and B met in the Nowhereland. So, here is how it goes. There's some luring, whether accidental or completely intended. There's up, there's down, there's something that isn't really a telephone and probably wouldn't work. Then A breaks it.

This one would be perfectly possible to film, too. I might even give it a go, once I'm able to.

Know what else is funny? I share my birthday with A. G. Bell.

Šišarkofon

Zgazila sam tvoj šišarkofon.
Jao, jao, jao, jao, jao, jao.
Polomila sam ga u paramparčad.

I sad kažeš da si sasvim sam.
Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne.
A zašto sam ja ovde, baš sad?

Nisam sigurna šta sam učinila,
ušla sam u zgradu, jureći lane,
videla sam šišarku obešenu o konopac,
i podigla sam je.

Nisam sigurna šta smo uradili,
igrali smo se iz prizemlja i sa poslednjeg sprata,
kako li si mislio da ću govoriti kroz to?
Zapetljala sam se u taj konopac,
ostavio mi je šare oko vrata,
obavio mi se oko članaka i sapleo me.

Jurila sam kroz prazne sobe.
Jao, jao, jao, jao, jao, jao.
Čula sam i tebe kako trčiš.

Silazio si niz stepenice.
Jao, jao, jao, jao, jao, jao.
Penjala sam se uz stepenice.

Završili smo zajedno upetljani,
na pola puta niz ili uz zgradu,
onda sam ga slomila,
slomila sam taj šišarkofon.
I, dok sam pokušavala da te ispetljan iz konopca,
rekao si da se on i tebi urezao.

Oboje povređeni koncem jednog šišarkofona.
Jedan od nas misli da je sasvim sam.

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Pine Cone Phone

I stepped on your pine cone phone.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
I broke it into little pieces.

Now you say you're all alone.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Then, why am I here?

Not sure what I have done,
I walked into a building, chasing a fawn,
I saw a pine hanging on a thread
And I picked it up.

Not sure what we have done,
Playing on the ground and the top floor,
Talking through your pine cone phone.
How did you think I'd speak through that?
I got tangled up in that thread,
It left lines around my neck, they hurt,
It wrapped around my ankles and tripped me.

I was running around the empty rooms.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
And I heard you running, too.

You were climbing down the stairs,
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I was climbing up the stairs.

We both ended tangled up halfway
Up or down the building,
Then I broke it,
I broke the pine cone phone.
And, while I was trying to get you out of thread,
You said thread marks hurt you, too.

Both feeling hurt by the thread of a pine cone phone.
One thinking he is now alone.

One Reaction to Šišarkofon / Pine Cone Phone

  1. Peter says...

    I like this Pine Cone Phone. The new look is fantastic.

     
     

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