ORIGINAL:
Lazes zlato, lazes duso,
Lazes vjestice
Lazes tvojim slatkim jezikom
Kurve svetice
Medeno sve mednije
Kobno, k’o sto niko nikog lagao nije
Postoji milion nacina da te ostavim
Ali ne postoji ni jedan
Da te prebolim
Ja sam crn sedef za tvoje uho
Ja sam ludak od marcipana duso
O, bice mi zao
Bice meni zao, zao
Uzece je drugi, uzece je
Moja biti nece
Lazes zlato, lazes duso,
Lazes vjestice
Lazes tvojim slatkim jezikom
Kurve svetice
Pjevaj, duga je iznad tebe
Pjevaj, Bog je danas na tvojoj strani
Golube
ENGLISH:
You’re lying darling, you’re lying sweetheart, you’re lying you witch
You’re lying with that sweet whore-saint tongue of yours
Sweetly, ever sweeter,
Malignantly
Like no one has ever lied to anyone before
There are a million ways for me to leave you
But not a single one for getting over you
I am a black pearl for your ear
I am a lunatic made of marzipan, sweetheart
Ooooh, I’ll be sorry
I’ll be sorry, sorry
Another man will take her, he’ll take her
And she’ll no longer be mine
You’re lying darling, you’re lying sweetheart, you’re lying you witch
You’re lying with that sweet whore-saint tongue of yours
Sing, there’s a rainbow above you
Sing, God’s on your side today
My dove
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Monday, April 19, 2010
It's party time once again this Thursday 22 April!
And with the multi-talented Ivan at the helm, you're sure to have a blast!For all the details, go to:
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=111171228914244
Friday, December 25, 2009
Feliz Navidad!
Merry Christmas to one and all!
Hope you found your (fishnet) stockings overflowing with more or less useful gifts and that the calories from all the alcohol consumed (for once) go where you need them.
For readers of other denominations, hope you enjoyed having a day off to laugh at the unseemly behaviour of Christmas revellers.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Electronic music fans, get yourselves along to this on Saturday 12th December!
My buddy Ivan's BIG launch party- looks good, so don't miss out! For more info, click on this link:Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
"I just wanna try one thing" Twilight- Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart
That get your attention? Good.
Now I've got to come clean, dear cyber-surfer: This line may have been Edward Cullen's (aka: OMG- sooo the hottest vampire everrr!) prelude to a kiss, but I am not about to suggest a game of tonsil-hockey.
I just wanted to see if I'd get more traffic to my site by mentioning the name(s) on everyone's lips (and possibly some tattoos). I'm pretty new to this whole internet-as-self-glorification- tool thing, so bear with me.
No disrespect meant to any Twilight fans. I confess to having watched, seen, enjoyed (but not fully understood) the first film, and, had I been born in the 1990's or later, am sure would be out tattooing my supple pubescent skin with any number of fictional names of the vampirical variety. Alas, I'm nearly old enough to be a young adolescent's mamma*, so am well past the age of hormonal hysteria. I'll leave that to the Tweezers (they who wheeze when exposed to Twilight)? Twihards (die-hard Twilight fans)? What do you young ones call yourselves anyway?
Should anyone still feel hard done by as a result of this post, please remember this deeply spiritual adage propounded by such enlightened beings as my homeeyz in da hood: "Don't hate the playa**, hate the game."
*I may call myself the Brightside Kid, but the truth is that, unlike many-a-successful fellow blogger, I am a late bloomer. You know how they put precocious children in special classes? Well, I guess you could say that I'm in a class of my own- I'm something of a postcocious adult.
**Not to be confused with la playa. Who could possibly hate the beach? Apart, of course, from beached whales. They're probably not the biggest fans (no, just the biggest mammals on the planet!). Oh, how I amuse myself :)
***Disclaimer- this post was written entirely in the stream-of-unconsciousness style****. In layman's (or layperson's!) terms, this means that I was at work the whole day, "cruising" through the headache of the century, and am now too jaded to care whether I am making any sense or offending people due to a lack of self-censorship.
****Aspiring writers, psychology students and pretentious twits may be familiar with its more popular cousin, stream-of-consciousness****.
***** For such a scaredy-cat, I sure am a sucker for asterisks! Oh Lord... I have to stop now.
Stay tuned for the next episode of :
Cyberspace- The Final Frontier: These Are The Voyages Of The Brightside Kid.
Now I've got to come clean, dear cyber-surfer: This line may have been Edward Cullen's (aka: OMG- sooo the hottest vampire everrr!) prelude to a kiss, but I am not about to suggest a game of tonsil-hockey.
I just wanted to see if I'd get more traffic to my site by mentioning the name(s) on everyone's lips (and possibly some tattoos). I'm pretty new to this whole internet-as-self-glorification- tool thing, so bear with me.
No disrespect meant to any Twilight fans. I confess to having watched, seen, enjoyed (but not fully understood) the first film, and, had I been born in the 1990's or later, am sure would be out tattooing my supple pubescent skin with any number of fictional names of the vampirical variety. Alas, I'm nearly old enough to be a young adolescent's mamma*, so am well past the age of hormonal hysteria. I'll leave that to the Tweezers (they who wheeze when exposed to Twilight)? Twihards (die-hard Twilight fans)? What do you young ones call yourselves anyway?
Should anyone still feel hard done by as a result of this post, please remember this deeply spiritual adage propounded by such enlightened beings as my homeeyz in da hood: "Don't hate the playa**, hate the game."
*I may call myself the Brightside Kid, but the truth is that, unlike many-a-successful fellow blogger, I am a late bloomer. You know how they put precocious children in special classes? Well, I guess you could say that I'm in a class of my own- I'm something of a postcocious adult.
**Not to be confused with la playa. Who could possibly hate the beach? Apart, of course, from beached whales. They're probably not the biggest fans (no, just the biggest mammals on the planet!). Oh, how I amuse myself :)
***Disclaimer- this post was written entirely in the stream-of-unconsciousness style****. In layman's (or layperson's!) terms, this means that I was at work the whole day, "cruising" through the headache of the century, and am now too jaded to care whether I am making any sense or offending people due to a lack of self-censorship.
****Aspiring writers, psychology students and pretentious twits may be familiar with its more popular cousin, stream-of-consciousness****.
***** For such a scaredy-cat, I sure am a sucker for asterisks! Oh Lord... I have to stop now.
Stay tuned for the next episode of :
Cyberspace- The Final Frontier: These Are The Voyages Of The Brightside Kid.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Da Bess Greetin' Cards Evah!
BIRTHDAYS
Middle age
Is it a dream or is it real? Why yo' ass be lookin' like a orange peel?
Teenagers: Take 1
Braces are ugly, pimples are gross
Wait another decade, then show 'em who's boss!
(for the lacking-in-self-esteem, pubescent Freddy-no-friends...this is sure to cheer him up)
Teenagers: Take 2
Braces are a hassle, pimples are a bore
Wait another decade if you're looking to score.
(for the gonad-(d)riven Freddy two-hands)
RETIREMENT/OLD AGE
Take a great bite out of life with your new dentures,
Embark boldly (and baldly) on brand new adventures,
Keep that spark- you know life begins at 65,
You may be an old codger but you're still alive!
Happy retirement!
NEW BABY/PATERNITY TESTING
It's a boy!
Are you the baby-daddy?
Please report to BabyMomma's Maternity Ward for a DNA test, or send a lock of your hair to: Monifa Princess Latrice (address provided).
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