17.05.2012.

Seti se Majajaja (mix-tape post)

Pisem na nasem, mozak mi se buni. Zasto, zasto, majka pita?

I’m a broken man. I didn’t know it for a long, long time, but now I’m quite certain. I’m a broken man. Didn’t feel the pain. Didn’t feel like breaking. Like damage. Shit, I couldn’t even pinpoint the exact moment of breaking. Should I call it breaking, then? I’m a broken man. It’s not as bad as you might think. On the contrary. I have a pretty good excuse for not doing what a not-broken-man is supposed to do. It’s OK. It’s more than OK. In words of great master Anthony Lane: Break me, a fucking, give!

Zanimljivost: sjecam se dvije pjesme u kojima se maksuz imenom spominje i citira Bajaga. Pored naslovne (krilima zmajajaja k’o sto je pev’o Bajaga - parafraziram) ima i ona od kako se ono zvao Djurin band (poveo bih Momcila sto kaze b b bam bam necu nista da znam)…