Marchelo "Bube" lyrics

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Bube

(Marčelo)Urlaš. Gledam te. Ne vidiš. Predam se:preda se ređam sve nerede pređašnje.Bum. Puklo je. Tu. I sad.Nas dvoje, naš plan, naš raj. Kraj.I stan je još manji no juče. Vazduhtežak od reči i srdžbe. Barutcilja sa usne na duše. Zalud.Sa ivice crne rupe paljburečetina rafalno rasipaš. Raštiman glaskojim zazivaš spas je laž. Ja znam.Ti ne. Ti bi još. Ti bi nož. Ti bi snoš.Ti bi sve. K'o da treba. K'o da sme.De, vređaj me, prazni se, radi šta moraš,ali uvrede su ćorak kad je "volim te" psovka.Ova veza je omča, a ne možeš da je pustiš,pa voliš i mrziš i osobu crpiš. Trpiš.

Refren (Nensi):Žderimo glave jedno drugome još.Zarij mi zube k'o sto smo vežbali isrču srca gazi mi bos.Jebimo mater jedno drugome još.

(Marčelo)A posle kresa, posle pljuge - ove čupre biće glupe,sve je super, ljudi vole to da glume.Vole da vole se svom snagom mržnje,Sub-Zero-vim dodirom i pogledom Meduze.Rutom rutine smo jaki...hajde, grli me, deri se, ljubi me, plači.Pa ću ja. Pa ćeš ti. Onda oboje. Pa će mir.Jutro. Novi dan. I stari mi.Nisu li ljudi k'o bube?One crvene, male, što čudno se pare,što tripuju par kad veže ih strast.Dupetima spojene, ne znaju štai kud, jer jedna kada krene druga hoda unatraške,i neće da se puste, k'o da žele da pate.Nikad zajedno napred. E to smo mi.Uvek naopačke.I prizivam slike kad bejasmo ljudi,al' sve što tu čuči su pikseli mrtvi.Smrvi me - ćutim, priličim smrti.Ova ljubav je mrtva.Umukni.

Outro:Milenko (Petar Božović) iz filma "Čekaj me, ja sigurno neću doći" (Miroslav Momčilović, 2009)

"Sine, ja sam ti doktor za te ljubavne probleme. Prvo se dobro isplačeš. Baš dobro. K'o dete. I onda krećeš sa deprozepamom.Dve tablete, jedan vinjak. Dve tablete, jedan vinjak. Na svakih šest sati. Znači, piješ-pišaš, piješ-pišaš... Na četiri nedelje. I puno tečnosti. To je...To je stvarno važno. I pete nedelje počinje stvar da se lomi... Ili se obesiš il' nastaviš dalje. Ako rešiš da živiš: dva vinjaka, jedan deprozepam. Na svaka tri sata. I posle petnaest godina ti bude bolje."

Bugs

(Marchelo)You are yelling. I am watching you. You don't see it. I give up: I am putting ahead i n line all previous troubles.Boom. It burst. There. And now.Us two, our plan, our paradise. The end.And flat is smaller than yesterday. Air is stuffy of the words and anger. Gunpowder from the mouth aims souls. In vain.From the edge of the black hole you are firing fastly the volley of the sentences. Mirthless voice which you're using to call for the rescue is a lie. I know. You. No. You want more. You want a knife. You want an intercourse. You want all. Like it's a need. Like there is no fear. Come on, insult me, empty out that anger, do what you want, but insults are dummy bullets when "I love you" becomes a curse. This relationship is a loop, but you can't let it, so you love and hate and deplete other person. Suffer.

Ref.Let's eat heads of each other again.Sink your teeth into, like we did practice before andgo barefoot over the surface of my heart.Fuck moms* to each other again.

(Marchelo)And after sex, after cigarettes - these things will seem stupid,everything is cool, people like to pretend that.They love to love each others with all power of the hatred,with Sub-Zero's** touch and sight of the Medusa***.Cuz route of the routine we are strong...come on, hug me, yell, cry.Than I will. Than you will again. Than both. And there will be peace. Morning. New day. But old we.People are like bugs, aren't they?Those red, small, who mate weird,who seem as pair while passion connects them.Connected with their asses, they don't know what to do and where to go, cuz when one of them want to walk, other walk backwards, and they don't want to let each other, like they want to suffer. Never together in same direction. We are the same.Always upside down.And I am invoking the pictures of us when we were still human beings, but everything on them are just dead pixels.Crush me - I am quiet, I am suitable to the death.This love is dead.Shut up.

Outro:Milenko (Petar Bozovic) from film "Wait me, surely I'll not come" (Miroslav Momchilovic, 2009)

"Son, I am doctor for those love troubles. First you should cry a lot. Much. As a child. And than you should start to take a deprozepam. Two pills, one brandy...Two pills, one brandy... Do it every six hours. So, you take it - and pee, take it - pee... For four weeks. And you should use a lot of liquid. That's... That's really important. And during the fifth week, thing should be better... You hang yourself or continue with life. If you decide to live - two brandies, one deprozepam... Each three hours. And after fifteen years you should feel better."

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