aj kako je dobra...trava mi je super cool na slici. Trava pojacava efekat Inesinog skoka. Sve prema gore. Crnilo mi je za trenutak kao bubanj a Ines i travcice su kapljice vode koje su odskocile prilikom udara...kontas ili.....kontam isto na dikotomi...happiness(movment) / sorrow (darknes)
Ma sve ja to kontam... mislim to, bubanj i kapljice vode. Dugo sam ja to nosio u glavi dok jednom nisam otisao na probu kod Blockbastarda i posuo vode po chineli da bi uslikao te kapljice kako skachu. Seid, bubnjar, je sjedio za svojim bubnjevima i odjednom poceo prichati o tome kako u Turskoj u kujundziliku kuju ove chinele. Najbolje na svijetu. Nijedna nije ista a sve su odliche. E njegove su jos bolje. Dok je on prichao ja sam slikao. Nisam bas obrachao paznju na njega. Tek kod kuche sam skontao da mu nije bilo bas drago sto posipam vodu po njegovim chinelama. A kada jos malo razmislim tako je vjerovatno i sa svim ostalim bubnjarima. Ko je onda izmislio trik sa kapljicama koje odskachu sa bubnjeva? Odakle nam ta vizija u glavi?
Stay tonight We'll watch the full moon rising Hold on tight The sky is breaking I don't ever want to be alone With all my darkest dreaming Hold me close The sky is breaking I don't ever want to be alone With all my darkest dreaming Hold me close The sky is breaking
Sheets of empty canvas Untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me As her body once did All five horizons Revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed Has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was, everything Ooh, I know she gave me all, that she wore And now my bitter hands Chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything Oh, the pictures have All been washed in black Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by Some kids at play I can feel their laughter So why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin Round my head I'm spinning Oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away... And now my bitter hands Cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures had All been washed in black Tattooed everything All the love gone bad Turned my world to black Tattooed all I see All that I am All that I will be
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky But why can't it be mine
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wow slike! Ovo je jedna of naj, naj - state of the art burazere. Tako se to radi kad chovjek "understands the exposure":)))
oj,oj,oj,joj,oj,oj,.....masterpiece....slazem se sa Pajdom...eee ova ti je prava. Gdje si ovo uslikao?
aj kako je dobra...trava mi je super cool na slici. Trava pojacava efekat Inesinog skoka. Sve prema gore. Crnilo mi je za trenutak kao bubanj a Ines i travcice su kapljice vode koje su odskocile prilikom udara...kontas ili.....kontam isto na dikotomi...happiness(movment) / sorrow (darknes)
Ma sve ja to kontam... mislim to, bubanj i kapljice vode.
Dugo sam ja to nosio u glavi dok jednom nisam otisao na probu kod Blockbastarda i posuo vode po chineli da bi uslikao te kapljice kako skachu. Seid, bubnjar, je sjedio za svojim bubnjevima i odjednom poceo prichati o tome kako u Turskoj u kujundziliku kuju ove chinele. Najbolje na svijetu. Nijedna nije ista a sve su odliche.
E njegove su jos bolje.
Dok je on prichao ja sam slikao. Nisam bas obrachao paznju na njega.
Tek kod kuche sam skontao da mu nije bilo bas drago sto posipam vodu po njegovim chinelama. A kada jos malo razmislim tako je vjerovatno i sa svim ostalim bubnjarima.
Ko je onda izmislio trik sa kapljicama koje odskachu sa bubnjeva? Odakle nam ta vizija u glavi?
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Igor
...meni slika puuuuuna energije. stvarno je SUPER!
Stay tonight
We'll watch the full moon rising
Hold on tight
The sky is breaking
I don't ever want to be alone
With all my darkest dreaming
Hold me close
The sky is breaking
I don't ever want to be alone
With all my darkest dreaming
Hold me close
The sky is breaking
David Sylvian - Dreaming
Auu, Hold On Tight, uveza ti sad ovdje vise postova! Vrlo dobro, odlicno. 4+ :)
Marko? Hmm?
Ima onaj jedan Marko... Marko Milivojević. Siguran sam da je i on o kapljicama razmisljao.
Zlaja, pogledaj Behind The Kalsonger da vidis gdje je slikano.
Da, Zlaja - pogledaj! A vi ostali nemoj da bi se usudili:)))
:)) Ni sluchajno!
Zvrzimizlich, Zlaja je pitao gdje je ovo slikano pa njemu i odgovorih. Nisam ni sumnjao da chesh i ti kliknuti :)
P.S.
Jeste vidjeli da sada zadnjih pet komentara moze da se vidi na dnu stranice, ha? Jel' dobra fora?
BLACK
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was, everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all, that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh, the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away...
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All that I will be
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky
But why can't it be mine
PEARL JAM
super fora s peticom/desetkom na dnu stranice, jos samo jogurt fali ;)
The "petica" is dead! Long live the "desetka"!!!
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