nije mogla lepše da počne
kada nam je kontrolorka u tramvaju
ponudila izbor koji smo
morali da odbijemo

iskočili smo
i sa punim kesama cveća
odšetali do brodića na vino

sajamska zdanja čekala su knjige
bicikl-servisi pumpali gume
pruga je zahtevala pažljivi korak
a u kafani nije trebalo otkucati

sunce se igralo na tvom licu
vozovi su prelazili most
barže nam poklanjale talase

i vidi
ko bi rekao
zakon nam je doneo
nekoliko trenutaka
čiste sreće

pride parade revisited

(neodrživi razvoj)

kako i sam PRAVILNIK kaže, sva prava su zadržana.

stoga, pročitajte tekst ispod pesme, a nakon saznanja, zaigrajte u kujni, celu noć, uz dozvoljenu primesu vudija gatrija, boba dilena (ali samo korina, korina) i više vrsta muzika sa afričkog kontinenta. džez i šabana ćemo ostaviti za sahrane i pripadajuća pijanstva.

dakle, evo kako stvari stoje s pravima

This is a public service announcement
With guitar
Know your rights all three of them

Number 1
You have the right not to be killed
Murder is a CRIME!
Unless it was done by a
Policeman or aristocrat
Know your rights

And Number 2
You have the right to food money
Providing of course you
Don’t mind a little
Investigation, humiliation
And if you cross your fingers

Know your rights
These are your rights

Know these rights

Number 3
You have the right to free
Speech as long as you’re not
Dumb enough to actually try it.

Know your rights
These are your rights
All three of ‘em
It has been suggested
In some quarters that this is not enough!

Get off the streets
Get off the streets
You don’t have a home to go to

Finally then I will read you your rights

You have the right to remain silent
You are warned that anything you say
Can and will be taken down
And used as evidence against you

Listen to this


How to live knowing that you might never know joy in day-to-day life? That you will never know the true pride from your work? That there is no meaning, no goal, no hope for improvement? That life will continue and you have to get used to it and also to the idea that it might go on for a long time and, worst of all, it is almost impossible to put up with it in a dignified way? I am referring to shoddy housing, meager food, poverty and the extensive coarseness below and stolid indifference above, and to the dreadful machinery that minces its way through the lives of most of us, evermore efficient, ceasing little by little to even pretend that this is not our murder, packed and sold to us in variable forms. Where should we head to, cattle for slaughter, and how is it possible to participate in all this, without losing our humanity and the last bits of our lust for life?