All Your Base

Postoje dani kad se žice same od sebe poštimaju, točno, gotovo u cent.

Al to se događa *samo* na žičanim instrumentima glazbenim.

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It seems the peacefuls stopped the war
Left generals squashed and stifled
But I’ll slip out again tonight
Cause they haven’t taken back my rifle
For I promote oblivion
And I’ll plug a few civilians

I’ll slash them cold, I’ll kill them dead
I’ll break them gooks, I’ll crack their heads
I’ll slice them till they’re running red
But now I’ve got the running gun blues

PTSP blues. :D

A i što si izbacio prvi dio?

I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy
So I better get away, better make it today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it, my face is drawn
My instinct still emotes it

ni mi jasno zakaj se na trubi nikad žice ne poštimaju same od sebe?

Zato jer je ideja da je ono švrljanje gore surogat-strofa. I žicom od gitare može ubit. (pogotovo ak JA sviram.. :)))

A zakaj, zakaj, zakaj... Zakaj je zemlja okrugla, zakaj je nekaj, a ne nikaj? Zakaj se ljudi voze u liftovima, a imaju stepenice?

Tj... zakaj idu stepenicama, a imaju liftove.. /jitterbug slaps himself with a a vibrating bum-faced goat/