Ruke

Zvjezdana pruža ruke prema meni. Želi hodati, a to još ne zna.
Zvjezdani od uzbuđenja noge idu brže od ostatka tijela. Svijet se širi oko nje, veliki svijet prepun čuda.
Svojim bistrim očicama začuđeno gleda ptice u letu, gleda oblake, aute što u žurbi promiču avenijom. Svemu se čudi. Svemu se smije.
Slatka mala Zvjezdica!
Ručicama hvata grančice. Uzima kamenčić s poda pa ga promatra. Sve joj je lijepo, sve je tako predivno, čudno. Neobično je sve to i uzbudljivo, sve je tako zanimljivo i izazovno. Svijet se prostire u svoj svojoj ljepoti pred njom i ona se smije.
Svojim zvonkim smijehom rastvara svu onu žurbu, svu onu dosadu svakodnevnog života. Sve te naše brige postaju besmislene i ostaje samo ljepota. Čak i stvari što inače ne djeluju lijepo zablistaju prekrasnim sjajem. Oblačno sivo nebo opet posipaju tisuće zvijezda, a na licima tmurnih ljudi što se vraćaju s posla zatitra smješak.
Zvjezdana pruža ruke prema meni. Traži moju pomoć, da ne padne. A ja joj pružam ruke, čvrsto je držim. Ona me čuva da ne padnem.

This machine kills fascists

Gitara se može smatrati jednim od najjačih "oružja" u rukama boraca za ljudska, radnička i druga prava. Slike prikazuju Woodya Guthriea, prvog protestnog kantautora.

Mom and Dad

Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls & boys
You'll sit home & drink all night
They looked too weird . . . it served them right

Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls & boys
You'll sit home & drink all night
They looked too weird . . . it served them right

Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion
In between the moisture cream & velvet facial lotion?
Ever tell your kids you're glad that they can think?
Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em watch you drink?
Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad?
It's such a drag to have to love a plastic Mom & Dad

Mama! Mama!
Your child was killed in the park today
Shot by the cops as she quietly lay
By the side of the creeps she knew . . .
They killed her too.

Mothers of Invention / We're only in it for the Money

Masters of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Freewheelin' / Bob Dylan 1963

[Usput sam naučio da je Dylan nesvjesno "posudio" melodiju iz tradicionalne pjesme Nottamun Town. Zato mislim da nije loše da poslušate tu pjesmu u izvedbi Berta Janscha]

NATO? Ne

Jednom je netko rekao da je politika prevažna stvar da bi se prepustila političarima. Prema tome ispada da smo svi skupa, što se toga tiče u prilično lošoj situaciji, jer se nitko ne želi baviti politikom. Međutim, mislim da je svaki pojedinac pozvan da se bavi politikom, u okvirima svojih potreba i mogućnosti. Iz ovog općenitog stava proizlazi moja podrška zahtjevu za raspisivanje referenduma na kojem bi se odlučilo o pristupanju Hrvatske NATO-u.

Nažalost, na političkoj sceni NITKO nije jasno artikulirao protivljenje pristupanju NATO-u. NGO sektor je, blago rečeno, također razočaravajuće mlitav (čast izuzecima). Prilično me ljuti ta njihova pretjerana politička korektnost. Rijetke su udruge koje jasno kažu da se protive ulasku Hrvatske u NATO. Kažu: "Da, mi smo za referendum, ali to ne znači i da smo protiv". Nama je potreban jasan i argumentirani stav i treba konačno netko reći koje su pozitivne, a koje negativne konzekvence priključenja. Ja, osobno, imam barem nekoliko razloga zbog kojih sam protiv.

1. NATO je militaristička potpora neoliberalnom kapitalizmu, koji je platforma za daljnje bogaćenje ionako bogatih na račun siromašnih (efekt Superhika iz Alana Forda).
2. NATO je organizacija koja obilato krši ljudska prava.
3. NATO se hrani ljudskim strahom. Proizvodnja straha je, prema tome, preduvjet postojanja te organizacije.
4. NATO je hladnoratovski relikt, ostatak vremena koje bi trebalo biti za nama. Ta organizacija je trebala nestati nakon raspada Varšavskog pakta. U sadašnjem rasporedu snaga NATO samo doprinosi sve većoj i većoj neravnoteži u svijetu.
5. Članstvo u NATO-u znači i sudjelovanje naše zemlje u akcijama te organizacije.
6. Povećat će se potreba za sve češćim i češćim vojnim vježbama, a otvarat će se i vojne baze i sl., što znači da će se degradirati okoliš, uz uvoz dodatne (i nepotrebne) nesigurnosti.

Itd.

Youth Against Fascism (Hate Song)

another can of worms
another stomach turns
yeh yr ghetto burns
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

you got a stupid man
you got a Ku Klux Klan
yr fuckin' battle plan
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

a sieg heil-in' squirt
you're an impotent jerk
yeh a fascist twerp
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

black robe and swill
I believe Anita Hill
judge will rot in hell
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

yeah a cross on fire
by a christian liar
a black attack on fire
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

yeah the president sucks
he's a war pig fuck
his shit is out of luck
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

another nazi attack
a skinhead is cracked
my blood is black
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

we're banging pots and pans
to make you understand
we gonna bury you man
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

I'm a human wreck
a redneck in check
I killed the teacher's pet
it's the song I hate, it's the song I hate

SONIC YOUTH (Dirty, 1992)

What's the Ugliest Part of Your Body?

What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
But I think it's
YOUR MIND
I think it's your mind, woo woo

ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR
UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF
SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR
CONTROL
A PLAGUE UPON YOUR
IGNORANCE & THE GRAY
DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE

Where did Annie go
Whe she went to town?
Who are all those creeps
That she brings around?

ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR
UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES
YOU BELIEVE
A PLAGUE UPON YOUR
IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS
THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH
THEY DESERVE

Plastic People

Ladies and Gentlemen...
The President of the United States!
*"Fella Americans...Doot, Doot, Doot..."*
He's been sick!--Doot! Doot!
And I think his wife is gonna bring him
Some chicken soap
Plastic people!
Oh, baby, now you're such a drag

I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy
Every once in a while--

Plastic people!
Oh, baby, now you're such a drag

And there's this guy from the CIA he's creepin'
Around Laurel Canyon
A fine little girl She waits for me
She's as plastic as she can be
She paints her face With plastic goo
And wrecks her hair With some shampoo

Plastic people
Oh, baby, now you're such a drag

"I dunno...sometimes I just get tired
Of ya honey--it's...ah..your
Hair spray...or something..."

Plastic people
Oh, baby, now you're such a drag

"I hear the sound of marching feet...
down Sunset Boulevard to Crescent Heights
...and there...at Pandora's box...
We are confronted with...a vast
Quantity of...Plastic people..."
Take a day and walk around
Watch the Nazi's Run your town
Then go home and check yourself
You think we're singing
'Bout someone else

But you're Plastic people
Oh, Baby, now
You're such a drag

Me see a neon Moon above
I searched for years I found no love
I'm sure that love Will never be
A product of Plasticity
A product of Plasticity
PLASTIC, PLASTIC PEOPLE--PLA-HA-HA-HA
HA-PLASTIC--You are--your foot--your hair
--your nose--your arms--you suck--you love
--you are--your being is--you're plastic--blah
--blah--blah--blah plastic Peoples
-A prune is not a vegetable
--cabbage is a vegetable; makes it O.K.
--plastic people--plastic People
--you dream about...you think about...you eat
...you are...Ooo-Hoo-Hoo...
purple prancing--plastic People-
Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Peep!


Absolutely Free / Frank Zappa 1967

Badcome mr. President of the USA

Povodom dolaska predsjednika Amerike u Hrvatsku objavljujem tekstove prigodnih pjesama koje svi zajedno možemo pjevušiti ovih dana.
Btw. Draško na svom blogu piše o svom životu unutar pulskog rock'n'rolla. Baš me veseli da se priča, koju sam ja započeo, širi.