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    Nekakvo lepo pisanije (zbilja!!!) / Some Nice Scribe (Really!!!)

    12 Feb 2010

    This marks the first time ever that I swore in a piece of writing. I did swear on some cartoons, I did swear on a poster which I’ll post tomorrow, but I never swore in a p..m. This one needed it, and it also needed some things that make no sense, e.g. “buying a kangaroo”. Now, why is that? It could be a representation of a couple of things: mocking the pseudo-artistic, adding some absurd to the speaking character’s excuses or making it sound good, at the expense of the whole of it making sense. It could? Yeah, that’s why it is there for all three reasons.

    I thought about how nice it would be to write something that actually has a melody, I can even imagine a guitar line to it, in the style of Milan Manojlović-Mance. If you don’t know who Milan Manojlović-Mance is, he’s a Croatian singer-songwriter with two albums’ worth of nonsense songs, absurd, including two 10 minute plus tracks of pure silence. Most of his songs are free to download and some of them are in English, so check him out. If I could tune my acoustic guitar and come up with a single tone I could repeat throughout it and a short bridge after the kangaroo lines in the style of Garavi Sokak, I’d sing it, I swear.

    A reoccurring character appears in this one. This time she’s angry, she’s very angry and she’s trying to explain the usual protagonist how dumb she is, because all you have to do is always be quiet, accept everyone, make sure you don’t touch your eyelashes because someone over there in Ulan Bator might be annoyed by it.

    I actually adore this character to a certain extent. The real person who inspired it isn’t as grotesque all the time and does have a lot of talents and wonderful qualities, but they have this habit of turning into a teddybear with a chainsaw when they disagree. Back in the days, I used to turn the other cheek. At this point in life, I prefer to run away, because I just think it’s wrong when people try to drill themselves. Sure, you might lose some opportunities, but it just feels better when you aren’t keeping it all in. And those who believe in your abilities are probably willing to take you the way you are.

    Nekakvo lepo pisanije (zbilja!!!)

    Ti uopšte ne razumeš
    šta ustvari znači imati moć
    stalno se oslanjaš
    na snove koji ti dolaze u noć
    Samo sediš tu
    i piskaraš od devet do pet
    stalno si kod kuće
    dok ja obilazim svet.

    I hoćeš da vidim šta si pisala,
    vidim šta si pisala,
    vidim šta si pisala.
    Zašto? Dobro…

    To je nekakvo lepo pisanije,
    ali na tebi ne mogu da zaradim
    ti si devojka, nisi muškarac
    pa nemam ni nekih sekundarskih vrednosti

    Radije ću prodati svoju dušu lažima
    i kupiti kengura.
    Kupiti kengura.

    Ti uopšte ne razumeš
    šta ustvari znači diplomatija
    usuđuješ se da kažeš
    da ti se nešto ne sviđa
    Imaš ogledalo
    umesto prozora
    nikad nećeš blistati
    nikad se nećeš svetlucati.

    I hoćeš da te saslušam,
    da te saslušam,
    da te saslušam.
    Zašto? Dobro…

    To je teško, teško sranje,
    no ja ti ne mogu pomoći
    nemaš vremena, a uz to, ti nisi Oni,
    a ako oni imaju problem,
    ja ću prvo njima poći.
    Radije bih prodala dušu tajni
    i stigla prva na cilj,
    i stigla prva na cilj.

    Sipaću sneg u bočice
    izbrojaću brkove svake mačkice
    pretražiću svaki mogući otirač
    takva sam, ne možeš da me biraš!

    Some Nice Scribe (Really!!!)

    You don’t understand
    What power really means
    You’re relaying
    On all your stupid dreams
    You sit down there
    And write things all day
    You’re always at home
    While I’m always away

    And you want me to read what you write,
    read what you write,
    read what you write,
    why? OK…

    That’s some nice writing,
    But I can’t make money out of you
    You’re a girl, you’re not a man
    So you don’t even have the secondary value
    And if They said they like blue,
    You won’t say you do, too
    I’d rather sell my soul to lies
    And buy a kangaroo.
    And buy a kangaroo.

    You don’t understand
    What diplomacy is
    You dare to say
    You don’t like this
    You have a mirror
    Instead of a window
    You will never shine,
    You will never glow.

    And you want me to listen to your problems
    listen to your problems,
    listen to your problems,
    Why? OK…

    That’s some tough shit
    But I can’t help you
    I’ve got no time and you’re not Them
    And if They have a problem,
    I have to help them first
    I’d rather sell my soul to the secret
    And be there first.
    And be there first.

    I’ll bottle the snow.
    I’ll count whiskers on each cat.
    I’ll examine every single bathroom mat.
    You can’t choose, I’m just like that!

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