In the Old Fashioned Way

Dance in the old fashioned way
Won't you stay in my arms
Just melt against my skin
And let me feel your heart,
Don't let the music win
By dancing far apart


Come close where you belong

Let's hear our secret song

Dance in the old fashioned way

Won't you stay in my arms
And we'll discover heights
We never knew before,

If we just close our eyes
And dance around the floor

That gay old fashioned way

That makes me love you more

Come closer forget about the others

It's nice to be like this
Cheek to cheek in the old fashioned way
It's funny but I have the feeling that
We're dancing as our parents used to do
Well, maybe they weren't wrong
The world changes, love stays

Dance in the old fashioned way

Won't you stay in my arms
And we'll discover heights
We never knew before
If we just close our eyes
And dance around the floor

That gay old fashioned way

That makes me love you more

Sjećate se onih crta koje ste crtali na satovima povijesti? Vremenskih crta na kojima ste morali označiti kada se nešto važno dogodilo, kada su započinjali i završavali ratovi (čini li se to meni ili ljudsku povijest uglavnom čine ratovi?), kada su se potpisivala primirja i dijelile zemlje? Voljela bih da mi na tako nekoj crti netko pokaže, označi par važnih trenutaka u ljudskoj povijesti. Kada je postala sramota da se vidi da nosiš gaće ispod hlača (pa mnogi hodaju golog dupeta samo da se ne vidi sramotna crta), kada je debilno čovječanstvo zaključilo da nam je potrebno bezalkoholno pivo, light majoneza, cola bez šećera i kava bez kofeina. I kad su se ljubavne pjesme prestale pisati iz ljubavi. I s manje teksta. I s tekstovima bez smisla. Voljela bih znati kad je točno Uvijek ću te voljeti postalo 'Ko te jebe, kad se agresija počela proglašavati strašću i kad je komplicirano je postalo nekakav ljubavni status. Kad su to ljudi zaboravili voljeti?

The sound of your name comes to me any hour
on wings of the wind, like the scent of a flower
how can I explain, it's impossible power
The sound of your name

The sound of your name is a Valentine greeting
a bell when it rings and a heart when it's beating
and drawing a spell where all things keep repeating
The sound of your name

Your name is a song that I long to be writing
the music is strong and the words are inviting
exchangeable melodies strangely exciting
I found in your name

The sound of your name can bring times of desire
that flares like a flame as it climbs ever higher
that burns in my senses and turns them to fire

The sound of your name

But love is a game that continuously changes:
the players, discoveries and the dangers
we started as lovers, we ended as strangers
now where can I turn?

Your name's the ghost of a chance that you gave me
a grave little dance just enough to enslave me
and only my grief, what is there that can save me

if you don't return

At night in my dreams you are there, an obsession
I whisper your name, like a prayer, a confession
you've entered my soul and you've taken possession
and whom can I blame?

For you are the heaven on earth that I sigh for
the high unattainable moon that I cry for
as long as I live, I will live and I'll die for
The sound of your name

U filmu Love Actually Emma Thompson govori Alanu Rickmanu *uzdah*: I love her, and true love lasts a lifetime. Joni Mitchell is the woman who taught your cold English wife how to feel. A ako ću iskreno, mislim da me dosta o ljubavi naučio dobri Charles Aznavour. Francuski Sinatra, visok 160 cm, kojem se klanja čak i Bob Dylan (koji se rijetko kome klanja, btw), valjda je uz svoje tri žene naučio nešto o ljubavi, lol.

I've been ready for hours and I'm wearing my best
Ordered champagne and flowers and you're not even dressed
Tonight's a special night to remember with pride
These twenty happy years since you became my bride
It is all too absurd, you're so cross and abrupt
But I don't say a word or you're bound to erupt
Your peculiar moods I've experienced before
So I'll pour another drink and quietly pace the floor

It's a quarter to eight as we fretfully wait
For your little black dress, that was promised by six
Is it just rotten luck, when we're doing the town
That the fates should conspire, to let us mortals down
I have seats for a show and it's opening night
My shoes do not fit me and my suit is too tight
And you sit there and curse, an occasional curse
And I've got a headache that's quickly getting worse

Happy anniversary, happy anniversary

They deliver your frock, but you're still in distress
It was past nine o clock, when I helped you to dress
I tried to do you up, but, it wasn't my day
For then to fill my cup, your zipper stuck half way
I got all in a sweat, over anxious and vexed
Will I ever forget, the thing that happened next
Your dress just came apart, with one terrible tear
Your disappointed cries, were more than I could bear
At eleven at last, when we got into town
We arrived at the show, but the curtain was down
I suggested a bite. No, no you wanted to walk
You had no appetite and no desire to talk
So we strolled for an hour, and the evening was sweet
And I bought you a flower, from a man in the street
And we kissed on the sidewalk, without reason or rhyme
And we knew that our love is must stronger than time

Happy anniversary, happy anniversary, happy anniversary.


Ako označimo sve gore navedeno na toj nekoj, našoj, vremenskoj crti, možda uspijemo naći trenutak kad smo kao društvo počeli propagirati da samo savršeno zaslužuje ljubav ili odgovoriti na pitanje kakve su to nepomirljive razlike koje se pojave 72 sata nakon vjenčanja. Za društvo bez ideala, jako smo usredotočeni na idealno. Muškarci koji ne smiju sjediti na kauču i gledati utakmicu, žene koje ne smiju prigovoriti da ih se ne bi proglasilo tipičnim kokošima... Sjekira u glavu radi jednog pogleda. Mržnja tamo gdje je prije stajala ljubav. Kritiziranje drugih bez analiziranja sebe.

He, he observes you from where he sits
You, it unnerves you, you lose your wits
He, he ignites you with eyes of flame
You, it excites you, you like the game

And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak

I notice each innuendo
And I, in my chair, I’m stricken with fear
At seeing the end so near

He, out to win you, he woos with style

You, you continue to coyly smile
He, with his quarry on hunting ground
You, only sorry that I’m around...

And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak

I see just how well he’s doing
And I, in my chair, I’m trying to hide
The dread that I hold inside

He, his eyes flatter, your glances touch

You, now you chatter a bit too much
He, like a gypsy, he serenades
You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades

And I, in my chair, though I hardly speak

My heart’s on the verge of crying
And I, in my chair, my heart understands
My love is now changing hands

No, no, it’s nothing, perhaps a little tired only

Not at all, why do you ask? On the contrary...
This was a beautiful evening, yes, indeed, a beautiful evening..

Nije ni čudno da nas život sve zbunjuje. Mi smo njega zbunili prvi. Izrešetali ga svojim pitanjima i zahtjevima, bez da mu damo vremena da nam odgovori. Želimo sve odmah i sad, a ne cijenimo ništa, i nikad. Htjeli bismo sve, a ne dajemo ništa. Mislimo da zaslužujemo sve, a ništa nismo spremni zaraditi.

It's funny, when I look at you
Though not a single word is said.
I know, I had a drink or two.
But that's not what's gone to my head.
I laugh, and I'll recall our youth.
Perhaps you'll say that I'm uncouth.
But it's high time you knew the truth
About the way you make me feel.
And what the future holds in store.
For, I can't stand it anymore.

Why should I even try and hide
Whatever I may feel inside?
You lie, you curse and you provoke.
And then you treat it as a joke.
You know, at times you go to far?
Even in front of all my friends.
How can we hope to make amends?
You know that, you've let yourself go?

You look a sight. Sure, you look great.
Your stocking seams not even straight.
In that old faded dressing gown,
Your hair in curlers, hanging down.
What could I have been thinking of?
Was it with you I fell in love?
Are you the girl that could inspire
A heart with passion and desire?
I gaze at you in sheer despair,
And see you Mother standing there.

In front of strangers you're the same.
You don't mind putting me to shame.
You contradict each word I say.
Why, you would turn night into day.
You like to hurt me when you can.
I'm just a rag, and not your man.
I hit the jackpot, yes, I know.
You've let yourself go.

At times you're cruel beyond control.
Have you no heart? Have you no soul?
And as I take a look at life,
I realize that you are my wife.
A little effort, not much more,
And things could be just as before.
You know, you'd lose a little weight
If you would watch all that you ate?
A little style, a little grace.
And try to show a smiling face.
I couldn't hate you, if I tried.
I really want you by my side.
So, try, try and be the girl I knew.
Let's really start our love anew.

I'd like to hold you in my arms,
And then surrender to your charms.
Let there be fire, not just a glow.
Come close to me. Let yourself go.

A meni kao ideal ljubavi ostaje ova zadnja pjesma. Ljubav je kad možeš biti ono što jesi. Opustiti se. Pustiti se. Biti voljen zbog onoga što jesi. Ne onoga što si bio. Ne onoga što bi mogao biti.

P.S. ako vas zanima ženska verzija ove pjesme (sa ženskim stihovima o ćelavim, zapuštenim muškarcima) pogledajte OVO. Pa mi javite ako primijetite razliku između muškaraca i žena na kraju između te dvije pjesme.

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  1. slažem se. ljubav, kao i većina drugih stvari, strpali smo u potrošačku kategoriju, i ako nije kako smo si zamislili, mijenjamom artikl. mislim da je cijela ova generacija odrasla uz medije oštećena idealima svijeta, života i odnosa, i svjesno ili nesvjesno pokušavamo se prilagoditi slikama koje u medijima vidimo, često ne shvaćajući da nemaju veze sa stavrnim životima. svi prihvaćamo uloge i ponašanja, kao da sudjelujemo u velikoj predstavi, a često nitko u tome ne uživa. nažalost, na kraju priče ne možemo optužiti Hollywood niti neke glumce kako su nam lagali, pa optužujemo jedni druge.

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  2. jako jako pametan i nadasve poetičan post :) Slažem se sa svime, i sa Zubinim komentarom, na žalost je to danas postalo tako.. Btw, C. Aznavour je divan, a njegova pjesma koja, po mom mišljenju, slavi baš onakvu ljubav (i ženu kao takvu) kakvu opisuješ u posljednjem odlomku, je "She"..

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  3. Mislim da se sada ljudi cak i sramote ljubavi. Kada sam upoznala jednu divnu osobu pre tri godine u srednjoj skoli-ljudi su nam se smejali. Bilo im je smesno sto bi sve na svetu dali jedno za drugo. Imali si u nekom od prethodnih postova sliku sa amy winehouse i slazem se kada su ljudi prestali da govore da nekog vole i sve bi ucinili da im da daju svoje srce. Postalo je glupo voleti nekoga bez obzira na probleme koji se nadju, i kada do dodje do svadje reci volim te umesto mrzim te. Drago mi je barem sto sam nasla nekoga ko je bar tako "staromodan" kao sto sam i ja.

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  4. Slažem se i s tobom i sa Zubom :)

    Pročitala sam jednom davno neki post na forumu, razvezla se neka dozlaboga glupa rasprava o godinama, ljubavi, privlačnosti... I dođe ta jedna teta, 40, bliže 50 godina i iskomentira nešto u stilu da je za nju ljubav kad im se i nakon 20 godina braka oči sretnu u bizarnoj situaciji i kad zajednički prasnu u smijeh, kad se po*** (jel :D) takvi debeli i ružni (jer netko je nešto komentiro u tom smjeru) ko dva morža (njene riječi :D) i nakon toga puše i kuhaju i zajebavaju se, i kad pričaju bez da paze što govore i ponašaju se kako se u tom trenu osjećaju i kad se svađaju jer znaju da će sve ipak bit okej...

    Bizarno, al meni je to ostalo ko ljubav :D

    A striček Aznavour mi je odličan!

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    1. odličan mi je taj opis ljubavi! jer lako je voljeti kad je sve idealno.

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  5. Slažem se naravno. Otkad je postalo IN sramiti se ljubavi? Petrarka nam ne bi preživio u 21 stoljeću :), Šekspira bi ismijavali. Žao mi je ove današnje omladine koja pjevuše Gagine stihove : "I wanna take ride on your dicso stick...".

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    1. E to jeste stih omg... Svaki put kada ga cujem prsnem u smeh

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    2. je li ovo "dicso" lapsus ili štos? either way- hahahahahhahaha!

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  6. potpisujem komentar od Anleah :)

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  7. predobar post... i tako zalosno isto... =(

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  8. Danas sam jako, jako loše volje, tako da mi se čini da ljudi više ne znaju da vole, znaju samo da kritikuju, pljuju i mrze :/

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    1. :( nadam se da ćeš uskoro biti bolje, da će ti netko vratiti vjeru u ljude. barem do nekog novog lošeg dana. to je život...

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  9. Tvoj post + komentar by LittleMissConfused = WOW! Thank you for this!

    Dodajem...
    Kada se old fashion gals poput nas postale rijetke zivotinje?! O.o

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    1. A ima nas, nego smo pogresno rasporedjene :)

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    2. Kako se meni čini dobro smo raspoređene, sve se nešto našle u zadnje vrijeme :)

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    3. sviđa mi se biti rijetka životinja!

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  10. I tebi je ovo cucalo u draftu..e Bitchy, Bitchy..:)

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  11. Sve je počelo od ljubomornih ljudi mislim. Ono, ako nemam nešto pljuvat ću po tome. I onda je od "Moja djevojka" postalo "My bitch", onaj koji voli svoju curu je "papak", ona koja voli dečka je "glupača" i "vidjet ćeš ti već".. Na sreću, usprkos svemu tome još postoje prave ljubavi, i parovi koji se vole i kad se vole i kad se svađaju.

    Neki dan sam vidjela na stanici baku i djeda, djed baki onak obuhvatio glavu rukama i dao joj pusu. Kako kjut :)

    Samo treba biti strpljiv i ignorirati sve ove idiote koji tvrde da prava ljubav više ne postoji.

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    1. sva sreća pa nisam ničija bitch. hvala što si me podsjetila da ima i gorih stvari od biti single!

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  12. Slažem se sa svime što si napisala. bravo! odličan post! <3
    btw. tek sam našla tvoj blog, prepredobar je, kad ulovim više vremena morat ću da pročitam više tvojih postova, ovaj je vrijedan divljenja! ako želiš možemo se pratiti! :**

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