smo se Chavez i ja malo mlatili, vise Chavez manje ja, i napravili rekonstrukciju orginal pesme po Dilanovoj lirici (ispod).
Ko sto obecano u takmicenju, nagrade ce recimo da budu Dilanu 2 necega odabrana, Pesmi sa najboljim skorem http://vukajlija.com/mala-iz-kanade (Direktoru) 1 necega, i Chavezu 2, sto se mlatio da ovo napravi da zvuci ko iz studija. Mogo bi i sebi da odaberem nesto cisto kad zaredim, al ajd da ne ozivljavamo tu temu... :)
Uzivajte.
Zajednički projekat nekoliko članova sajta "Vukajlija" na oživljavanju pesme VALJDA (nismo ni to sigurni) "Mala Iz Kanade", grupe "Antistres Produkt, tamo negde iz '88-e godine ili tako nešto, pitaj boga ko su, šta su i gde su ovi ljudi danas.
Tako da smo odradili rekonstrukciju pesme i njen logični nastavak. Zasluge su sledeće:
Celt - idejni kreator projekta, druga ritam gitara, bas, bubnjevi; Dilan Dog - nastavak lirike; Chavez - vokali, ritam gitara, solo gitara, drkanje sa miksom, masteringom i pravljenjem videa.
Fala. ------------------------------
Radili su sklekove, ja sam pio lekove i voleo Puškina.
Kao juče sećam se, jedne male iz petog be.
Gajio sam nadu, al' ode za Kanadu, i tamo se udade.
U dokonim noćima, Sa sklopljenim očima.
Opet sam je sanjao, U snovima ganjao, Al' se nije vratila.
I opet sećam se, Iste male iz petog be.
Al' batalio sam Puškina, i bradu sto me ruzila Jer ona volela je.
Prošle su godine, Ona javila se.
Kaže muž joj pije, Nju i decu bije, I kako voli me.
Pa iskreno, i ja bih bio iskompleksiran da se zovem Murka... mislim stvarno, Murka... "Murka bratelo, oli na kafu?" "Ima li posla Murka?" "Murka bracki, znaš li kako se kreću dijelovi za Fiata?"
Лепо је урађено ал имам неколико замерки овако субјеткивних, оно што бих мењао да сам радио песму. Мислим добро сте извели и текст је кул, врти се песма у глави. Ал што сте урадили метал фазон? И те терце на солаже, дисторзија је превише брундава, није ко гибсон или фендер него ко ЕСП или ЛТД. И за Чавеза, не могу да извалим шта је, ал као да си ставио неки риврб или ехо на глас? Рецимо то бих променио, а ставио неку синтетику да попуњава то у рефрену.
Mučki sam ubacio pjesmu na usb u autobusu za Sarajevo, što mi ga vozi jedan drug. Sad će mlade muslimanke da vlaže na pjesmu i da se raspituju ko je pjeva i što je nema na radiju i DM satu.
Radili su sklekove, ja sam pio lekove i voleo Puškina.
Kao juče sećam se, jedne male iz petog be.
Gajio sam nadu al' ode za Kanadu i tamo se udade.
I'm not afraid To take a stand Everybody Come take my hand We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just letting you know that you're not alone Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road
Yeah, it's been a ride I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one Now some of you, might still be in that place If you're trying to get out, just follow me I'll get you there
You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causing mayhem When I say I'ma do something I do it, I don't give a damn what you think, I'm doing this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stopping me I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album He's still shitting, whether he's on salary paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge To pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe
Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth, for that Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact Let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was ehhh Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I ain't going back to that now All I'm trying to say is get back, click-clack, blow Cause I ain't playing around It's a game called circle and I don't know how, I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still trying to figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fucking black cloud Still follows me around but it's time to exorcise these demons These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!
And I just can't keep living this way So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Time to put my life back together right now!
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally For you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through And don't even realize what you did, 'cause believe me you I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead, no more beef lingers No more drama from now on, I promise To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters And raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it! Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up Cause I'm raising the bar I'd shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazing at stars I feel amazing and I'm...
Ako ste za malo kvalitetnog trolovanja, idite na video pesme, nađite lika "Mrke Zmaj" pa mu se malo poserite u ćivot, neću da ga brišem namerno, taman je pogodan materijal.
Radili su sklekove, ja sam pio lekove i voleo Puškina. Kao juče sećam se, jedne male iz petog be.
Gajio sam nadu al' ode za Kanadu i tamo se udade.
Jos jednom dodji manje da boli ti idi miran zivot vodi pomozi kukavici da umre muski i starcu da se opet rodi pomozi kukavici za spas u dusi da manje od zivota boli
Шоми Radili su sklekove, ja sam pio lekove i voleo Puškina. Kao juče sećam se, jedne male iz petog be.
Gajio sam nadu al' ode za Kanadu i tamo se udade.
Jos jednom dodji manje da boli ti idi miran zivot vodi pomozi kukavici da umre muski i starcu da se opet rodi pomozi kukavici za spas u dusi da manje od zivota boli
kada sam preslusao pesmu,sve nesto mislim da sam je cuo par puta i na radiju.doduse,davno,al mislim da jesam.bila stanica koja je pustala rok po ceo dana,pa je dobar deo bio vezan za domaci rok.tako da...
