Marchelo "Dole" lyrics

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Dole

Draga kevo - džaba bes tvoj, ovde vazda' lepo!Časna reč, to što misliš da mi teško - skroz je pogrešno!Caka je vrlo slična onome što kažu za zatvor.zavisi na koju kartu igraš u startu.I zato sam još prvog dana liku odgrizao pola nosa.bio je velik, slinav, zaboden u moja posla.Beli mantil reče 'no-no!' i počeška me elektro-šokom,tad sam rešio da mu zabodem penkalo u oko... što sam i pokušao u menzi,al' je neka žena počela vrišti...Reko', zajebi - nešto još gore ima da smislim.A onda su dani, ne znam, počeli da teku,počeo sam da tupim, da se više ne opirem leku.Drugi su počeli da zaziru od mene, što je super.niko iz grupe mi nije prišao posle slučaja ruke...To je bilo kad je jedna prazna žena, mirna i tiha,rekla da imam blage oči, rukom mom obrazu prišla...Imala je čudan pogled - kao majka, kao žena,kao slomljena sreća koja želi da deli bezdan.Zgrabio sam joj ruku, vrisnuo da me ne zna,da me više nikad ne takne, da se tera u kuraca dvesta,da nije svesna kol'ko mrzim ljude, dodire i opšta mesta,da mi nije stalo nimalo ako me mrze svi oni odreda.Što je i bilo... ha, da li mržnja, da li strah,da li iščašeno saosećanje za mrak. Šta ti ja znam.A kao, supice - kao, pilav, musaka - kao, lepo nas hranekao, brižni u vražju mater, shvataju nas jadne...Šarade li gadne. Maske ne umeju da shvate.Vidim životinjske osmehe kad im se naredi da mlate.Znam da i Viklera drže, tu... u nekoj sobi.Ne daju mi da ga vidim, jer smatraju da će da škodi.A ovo pismo, usput da znaš, uopšte i ne postoji.Ruke su mi vezane, sedim solo u beloj sobi.

Dole - gde su sužnji, raspadi i drolje...Više ne ištem bolje, ovde našao sam svoje.Ovde dole - gde su maske spržene, obrazi goli,odraz ne boli otkad sve stoji, tu je moj mir.Dole - gde su bedni zaborava žedni, skroz.Lako sanjam bezbrižno, sav opijen prezirom.Tu dole, dole gde napokon pripadam... uz prazna lica,lekove, bele mantile i par tikova.

Učinio sam da draga teta doktorka popizdi,da me sve češće posećuje da mi objasni da šizim,da je manični depresivac postao sado-agresivac,da bi bilo puno bolje kada bih najzad počeo da pričam,da je tu da pomogne, da treba da mi bude bliska.Pitala je šta da učini - meni se dopala ta igra.Bližio se tada 22. januar...E, reko', imam čudnu želju al' bez toga neću da pričam.Hoću rođendansku tortu, veliku i lepu,i u nju pobodenu onu grobarsku sveću, onu najveću, i šta sad?Jeste, psiho sam, prs'o sam, zato sam i tu,koj' kurac gledaš k'o da sam duh, ti prva misliš da sam lud!Malo je srala, al' nije imala kud,bila je radoznala da mi pročačka um - ola la...Tako te volim, nego šta - i, eto, dođe taj dan.Košulja je žuljala, al' ono, jbg, šta sad...Reče mi da je to nužno, premda je jako ružno.Boli me 'rac, nisam ni osećao ruke, vezane su već dugo.Tražio sam da ona i ja budemo sami tad,majmuni su čekali ispred, za slučaj pičvajza.Rekoh da mi zapali sveću, da neću da čujem 'neću',sve kul, da lepo dunem i pre toga zamislim želju.Video sam da je zgađena.Vreme je za štos. "Radoznalost ubija mačku", počinje šou.Ona zapali sveću. Sekunde su se smrzle.Sekunde su mi dovoljne, skočih da ih uzmem.Zgrabih zubima sveću, brže od vriska, brže od pogleda,poljubih joj plamenom kosu i ona planu pre mog osmeha.Ovi utrčavaju, mene o patos, al' kurac, već se desila žurka,glavna zvezda je garava cura!Batine, šokovi, pretnja famoznom sobom broj tri,a ja se nikad nisam tako smejao, nikad, tebe mi!I nikad ne bi shvatili, nikad, uzrok te farse...da joj spržim masku, da vidi život bez maske.

Dole - gde me vaša površnost ne proganja,daleko od vas, trulog sveta koji propada!Duh iz flaše, Crni Čovek s Mačem i sve njuške običnesad su tamo gde pogled ne dopire. Jer, ja sam Dole!A u isto vreme, previsoko za njih.Čovek sa mojim imenom odavno nije živ,ali je srećan i čist, svestan gde pakao je.kad reše da me ubiju, pustiće me napolje

Down there

Dear mother-No use of your anger, it's really nice here!Honestly, what you think that 'tis hard for me-Is completely wrong!Catch is just about what they say about the prison,it depends on a card you draw at the start.And therefore, the first day i'v bitten off the half of mans nose.It was big, slimy, stuck in my business.White coat quoth "No-No" and scratched me with electro-shock,and than i decided to sink fountain pen in his eye... What i tried in a messroom,but some woman started to scream...I said, fuck it- I'll come up with something even worse.And than days, i don't know, just started to flow,i was becoming dull, i did not resist the medicine anymore.Others were now averse of me, which is great.No one from the group did not approach me after the "arm case"'Twas when one empty woman, calm and quietsaid that i have mild eyes, with the hand she approached my cheek... She had strange glance, like mother, like wife,like a broken happiness which want to share abyss.I grabbed her arm, shouted that she does not know me,said her not to touch me, to fuck herself,that she is not aware of how much i hate people, touches and public places, that i don't care at all if they all hate me.Which really was... Ha! Was it hatred, was it dread, was it dislocated compassion for darkness. What do i know.Yeah right, soup- pilaf, musaka, they think of us as pathetic.What an ugly charade. They can't comprehend the masks.I see beastly smiles when they order them to beat.I know that they have Vikler, there... In one of the rooms.They do not allow me to see him, for they think it can bring me harm.And this letter, just to let you know, does not even exist.My hands are tied, i'm sitting alone in the white room.

Down there- there are slaves, decays and sluts..I don't ask for a better, here i found what suits me.Down here- Where the masks are burnt, cheeks naked,reflection does not hurt since everything stands firm,here is my peacefulness.Down there- Where the miserable are completely thirsty of oblivion.I leisurely dream jauntily, intoxicated with contempt.Down here, where i finally belong. Along the empty faces,drugs, white coats and a few tricks.

I made the dear aunt doctor lose her temper,to visit me more often, explaining me that i'm freaking out,that manic depressive is becoming sadistic-aggressive,that it would be much better if i eventually started to talk,that she is here to help, that she needs to be close to me.She asked me what to do- And i quite liked that game.The 22 of January was approaching back than...Eh, i said, i have weird wish , but otherwise, i shall not talk.I want birthday cake, big and pretty,and inside it i want that graveyard candle, the biggest one, and what now?Yes, i am psycho, i cracked, that's exactly why i'm here,why the fuck do you stare at me like i am a ghost, you are the first one that think that i am insane!At first, she refused, but she didn't have where to go,she was curious to tamper with my mind-Oh la la...I love you so much, that's right- And that day has finally came.My shirt pinched a little, but whatever, fuck, what now...She said that it's sad, though very bad.I don't give a fuck, i did not even feel my hands, they were tied for so long anyway.I asked her to be alone with me at that time,monkeys waited outside, just in case that some shit happen.I told her to light a candle for me, that i don't want to hear "No",everything will be cool, i'll just blow after i make a wish.I noticed that she is disgusted.It's time for a stunt. "Curiosity kills the cat", the show is about to start.She lit the candle. Seconds have frozen.Seconds are enough for me, i jumped to take them.I grabbed the candle with my teeth, faster than a scream, faster than a glance, i kissed her hair with a flame, and she flared before i smiled.They rushed in, knocked me on the floor, but fuck, party already happened, the star is a burned girl!Beating, electro-shocks, threatening with famous room number three, and i never laughed that much before, never, i swear in your life! And you could never understand, never, cause of that farce...To burn her mask, so she can see the life without a mask.

Down there- Where your superficiality haunts me,far away from you, rotten world which collapses!Ghost from the bottle, black man with a sword and all mediocre faces are now there where eyesight cannot reach, for i am down there!And at the same time, too high for them.Man with my name is dead for a long time,but he is jolly and clear, aware of where the hell is.When they decide to kill me, they will let me out.Among them...

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