Ima tako dana, Uvek ih je bilo. Mada čini mi se, umesto da jenjavaju, oni se sve češće pojavljuju.Nekako buntovni duh ide rame uz rame sa mladošću, pripisuje se se onima u pubertetu. Možda sam ja sad u drugom pubertetu? Postoji li to uopšte?
He, možda ga nisam napustila na vreme?
Meni se bunt javlja otkad znam za sebe. Uvek nešto da dodam, uvek da pitam kad ne treba i samo tada, inače ne pitam mnogo, da ispravljam krive Drine i svetske nepravde. Ili jednostavno tako - protiv sam ( danas u poplavi svega i svačega, lako je biti protiv), uvek me boli glupost, vređa me nepravda. Razlog se uvek nađe, Kad me uhvate bube i žute minute, bunim se protiv svega, Onda krenem da se bunim i protiv sebe. Zato što se uvek baš ja nađem da kažem ono što većina misli, a manjina kaže.
Danas je jedan od tih dana. Dosta mi je loših vesti i nemogućih situacija. Ne želim da budem slatka i fina, samo da bih ugodila. Ne želim da obučem kostim koji odgovara godinama i položaju u kom sam-po "normalnim" standardima, nenapisanim, a neizbežnim. Taman mislim da sam uspela, ali onaj večiti buntovnik, sa razlogom, iskoči bez najave i napravi mi haos.
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Rešavam to muzikom. Slušala sam neke davno pogubljene note, tražila neke ritmove, da smirim onog što urla u meni i traži svoja prava, traži poštovanje, traži slobodu da bude to što jeste. Nije delovala uobičajena muzička terapija, pa sam krenula po YouTube-u, da tražim još, nečega. Ne znajući tačno.
Iskočilo mi prvo nešto što me podsetilo na moj izgled u nekim periodima.To je bila dobra taktika. Niko nije ni prilazio ako me nije dobro poznavao. Bolje da budem nova tetka Ana, a ne samo obična, bezlična mumija, ne ovca koja ide za stadom. Ne danas, ne večeras.
I onda pesma. Pomoglo je konačno. Posle dva sata ponavljanja, možda ću moći da odem da se spremim za spavanje. Nisam besna, nisam nervozna, samo to nešto divlje hoće napolje. Da se oslobodi. Konačno je uspelo. Neočekivano uz jednu pesmicu. Bouvi sada iskače odasvud. Setili se ljudi odjednom koliko je fenomenalan bio. I prava pesma za večeras.
Many thanks to DavidBowieVEVO
Rebel, Rebel
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
Oh?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chi, chi-chi
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh
He, možda ga nisam napustila na vreme?
Meni se bunt javlja otkad znam za sebe. Uvek nešto da dodam, uvek da pitam kad ne treba i samo tada, inače ne pitam mnogo, da ispravljam krive Drine i svetske nepravde. Ili jednostavno tako - protiv sam ( danas u poplavi svega i svačega, lako je biti protiv), uvek me boli glupost, vređa me nepravda. Razlog se uvek nađe, Kad me uhvate bube i žute minute, bunim se protiv svega, Onda krenem da se bunim i protiv sebe. Zato što se uvek baš ja nađem da kažem ono što većina misli, a manjina kaže.
Danas je jedan od tih dana. Dosta mi je loših vesti i nemogućih situacija. Ne želim da budem slatka i fina, samo da bih ugodila. Ne želim da obučem kostim koji odgovara godinama i položaju u kom sam-po "normalnim" standardima, nenapisanim, a neizbežnim. Taman mislim da sam uspela, ali onaj večiti buntovnik, sa razlogom, iskoči bez najave i napravi mi haos.
Rešavam to muzikom. Slušala sam neke davno pogubljene note, tražila neke ritmove, da smirim onog što urla u meni i traži svoja prava, traži poštovanje, traži slobodu da bude to što jeste. Nije delovala uobičajena muzička terapija, pa sam krenula po YouTube-u, da tražim još, nečega. Ne znajući tačno.
Iskočilo mi prvo nešto što me podsetilo na moj izgled u nekim periodima.To je bila dobra taktika. Niko nije ni prilazio ako me nije dobro poznavao. Bolje da budem nova tetka Ana, a ne samo obična, bezlična mumija, ne ovca koja ide za stadom. Ne danas, ne večeras.
I onda pesma. Pomoglo je konačno. Posle dva sata ponavljanja, možda ću moći da odem da se spremim za spavanje. Nisam besna, nisam nervozna, samo to nešto divlje hoće napolje. Da se oslobodi. Konačno je uspelo. Neočekivano uz jednu pesmicu. Bouvi sada iskače odasvud. Setili se ljudi odjednom koliko je fenomenalan bio. I prava pesma za večeras.
Many thanks to DavidBowieVEVO
Rebel, Rebel
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
Oh?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chi, chi-chi
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh
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