Muljanje mulja / Oozing The Ooze

! 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.

Happy 48th anniversary of the day we could've all died, dear friends. Don't be aggressive, watch who you're voting for and don't let the violence in media motivate you and brainwash you into thinking a terminal disaster would be awesome.

Here's a pathetic p..m full of love - a female claims her love is like a lake visible from space and claims it would be really bad if such a lake would be drained. Isn't that romantic, melodramatic, heartbreaking and fourthsomethingitis? It could be. But it also sounds like a blackmail, right?

The rest is up to the broadness of your general knowledge and pure, pure science, just like it is the case with the rest of Wrong Star.

Once again, many thanks to my friend Ivan Zorić, who listened and gave some interesting input; as well as my mother who once asked me: "What's that water over there?"

Muljanje mulja

Moja ljubav je jezero vidljivo iz svemira
mirno čuči tu, za tebe
sahranila sam noćne more u mulju.

Ne muljaj mulj,
ne muljaj mulj.

Moje veliko, veliko jezero ljubavi za tebe.
Moje veliko, veliko jezero.

Zamisli da moja ljubav presuši,
zamisli da moja ljubav može da leti,
to bi bio veliki talas,
to bi bio poslednji talas.

Moja ljubav je veliko jezero.
Mogao bi da je se otarasiš,
da ga celog ispiješ.
Zamisli sebe poput velikog fenjera,
unutar koga, poput svitaca,
plivaju ribe, kupači i brodići,
a jezera više nema.
Tako platonska ljubav postaje takoreći planktonska.

Ali ne muljaj mulj,
ne muljaj mulj,
to bi bio veliki talas,
to bi bio poslednji talas.

Moja ljubav je veliko jezero,
mogao bi da pretražiš moj um
i pronađeš branu, da bi je pustio.
Da li bi to bilo vredno saznanja da je više nema?

Moja ljubav je jezero vidljivo iz svemira,
i znaš to, mekušcu nijedan.
I ne želiš poslednji talas,
ali i dalje muljaš mulj.

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Oozing The Ooze

My love is a lake visible from space,
It sits there still for you
I buried nightmares in ooze.

Don't ooze the ooze,
Don't ooze the ooze.

My big, big lake of love for you
My big, big lake of love.

Imagine if my love went dry
Imagine if my love could fly
It would be a huge wave,
It would be the last wave.

My love is a big lake.
You could get rid of it all,
by drinking it up.
Imagine yourself as a huge lantern,
Inside of which, like fireflies,
Fish, bathers and boats swim around,
And the lake is gone.
That's how platonic love turns into planktonic love.

But don't ooze the ooze.
Don't ooze the ooze.
It would be a huge wave,
It would be the last wave.

My love is a big lake,
You could search my mind
And find the damn, to make it leak.
Would that be worth, for knowing it's no longer here?

My love is a lake visible from space,
And you know it, you mollusk.
And you don't want the last wave,
yet you're still oozing the ooze.

One Reaction to Muljanje mulja / Oozing The Ooze

  1. Peter says...

    One of my favorite lines: That’s how platonic love turns into planktonic love.

    Really great!

     
     

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