<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499</id><updated>2011-10-02T02:19:07.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mano minčių kelionės...</title><subtitle type='html'>It's not a new order,
It's just my mental disorder,
Fucking in my head.
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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velniop sistemą, santvarką ir melagystes,&lt;br /&gt;Jei JIE norės, nuteis tave už nesamas vagystes,&lt;br /&gt;Sudrebink pamatus, sugniaužk kumščius,&lt;br /&gt;Parodyk veiksmą, o ne pažadus tuščius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nors ir labai maži,&lt;br /&gt;Bet žingsniai tik į priekį.&lt;br /&gt;O tu nebesuvoki ką girdi,&lt;br /&gt;Nebežinai ir ko taip sieki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taip aš prieky, aš aukščiau,&lt;br /&gt;O tu likai purve sėdėti.&lt;br /&gt;Gal susiprask kol nevėlu,&lt;br /&gt;Nes už tave nesiruošiu kentėti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-3857448441211966026?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3857448441211966026/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-ne-tu.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/3857448441211966026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/3857448441211966026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-ne-tu.html' title='Aš ne Tu'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-2382427576839561142</id><published>2011-01-04T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:15:01.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar tai tikra</title><content type='html'>Ir kai paskutinės mano cigaretės,&lt;br /&gt;Vėjas pelenus barstys.&lt;br /&gt;Kai nutils šauksmai, verksmai, dejonės,&lt;br /&gt;Ir liks tik šnabždesys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu paklausk manęs, ar tai tikra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir kai saulė paskutinį kartą,&lt;br /&gt;Nusileis ir nepakils.&lt;br /&gt;Kai veidrodžiai nustos rodyt melą,&lt;br /&gt;Ir tiesiog suskils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ir vėl paklausk, ar tai tikra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aš sėdėsiu, tylėsiu, žiūrėsiu tau į akis.&lt;br /&gt;Atsakymų aš nežinau, ir niekas man jų nesakys.&lt;br /&gt;Kiekvieną kartą kartosis tas pats.&lt;br /&gt;Kol rasim atsakymus, kol kas nors supras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir kai daugel metų mintas kelias,&lt;br /&gt;Pagaliau nebedulkės.&lt;br /&gt;Kai tūkstančiai ryškių žvaigždžių,&lt;br /&gt;Ir vėl suspindės.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada aš tau atsakysiu, kad tai tikra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir kai nebylūs medžių lapai,&lt;br /&gt;Naktimis sušnabždės.&lt;br /&gt;Kai laikas paims ir sustos,&lt;br /&gt;Žmonės nebeskubės.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aš ir vėl pasakysiu, kad tai tikra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sėdėsiu, tylėsiu, žiūrėsiu tau į akis.&lt;br /&gt;Atsakymus žinau, atsiranda viltis.&lt;br /&gt;Suprasti, suvokti, aplinkui kas dedas.&lt;br /&gt;Kiek tai užtruks, kas tiesa, o kas melas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-2382427576839561142?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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svajot,&lt;br /&gt;Ir būt toks savanaudis.&lt;br /&gt;Nes jei nuspręsi kristi,&lt;br /&gt;Kažin ar tave gaudys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paimk savo bagaža,&lt;br /&gt;Ir atsigerk vandens.&lt;br /&gt;Ne tau šiandieną spręsti,&lt;br /&gt;Kas mirs, o kas gyvens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-1555186109652522472?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/1555186109652522472/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2011/01/kelione.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/1555186109652522472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Vadinom vardais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nata po natos,&lt;br /&gt;Triukšmas tik girdis,&lt;br /&gt;Braukiu per stygas,&lt;br /&gt;Ranka tarsi kirvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuo šalčio ir skausmo&lt;br /&gt;Nutruko styga,&lt;br /&gt;Yra kaip yra,&lt;br /&gt;Nutruks ir antra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir vieną dieną&lt;br /&gt;Užmiršit mane,&lt;br /&gt;Viską užmiršit,&lt;br /&gt;O aš jūsų - ne.&lt;br /&gt;... o aš jūsų - ne...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-5603896504730597224?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5603896504730597224/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/nebe-tas.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/5603896504730597224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/5603896504730597224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/nebe-tas.html' title='Nebe tas.'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-4442890760977030601</id><published>2010-06-21T23:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:03:29.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day</title><content type='html'>You can let it down just with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can smash the face and say no word.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try to repeat what you see in the show.&lt;br /&gt;Just find your own way to fuck the world.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;One day your empty glass will be fullfilled.&lt;br /&gt;One day your life will be like dream.&lt;br /&gt;But now you feelin’ like just been killed.&lt;br /&gt;The moaning slowly turning into scream.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;New places&lt;br /&gt;Same habits&lt;br /&gt;Can you take a lil’ more?&lt;br /&gt;New faces&lt;br /&gt;Same addicts&lt;br /&gt;It’s like neverending war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dar ne pabaiga)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-4442890760977030601?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/4442890760977030601/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/4442890760977030601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/4442890760977030601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-day.html' title='One day'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-3422464780984189179</id><published>2010-06-21T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:14:50.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marionetė</title><content type='html'>Gilus atodūsis,&lt;br /&gt;Deja ne paskutinis&lt;br /&gt;Bejausmės akys&lt;br /&gt;Į sąnarius sukaltos vinys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tavo gyvenimas,&lt;br /&gt;Seniai tau nepriklauso,&lt;br /&gt;Ne visi girdi,&lt;br /&gt;Nes ne visi juk klauso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tavo judesys,&lt;br /&gt;Bet ne tavo mintis,&lt;br /&gt;Dar kentėk,&lt;br /&gt;Išvaduos tik mirtis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melsk savo dievą,&lt;br /&gt;Kad nukirstų virves,&lt;br /&gt;Nebeskaudėtų,&lt;br /&gt;Nekankintų tavęs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu tik marionetė,&lt;br /&gt;Lėlė liūdno klouno veidu,&lt;br /&gt;Tampoma už virvių,&lt;br /&gt;Paklusni ir jokių jeigu,&lt;br /&gt;Viena nesugebėtum,&lt;br /&gt;Žengti net menkiausio žingsnio,&lt;br /&gt;Ir nebesulauktum,&lt;br /&gt;Net menko praeivio žvilgsnio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir susirinkę tūkstančiai žmonių,&lt;br /&gt;Įdėmiai stebi tavo judesius,&lt;br /&gt;Jie nenumano, kaip sunku,&lt;br /&gt;Nėra plojimų, girdi tik kuždesius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-3422464780984189179?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3422464780984189179/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/marionete.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/3422464780984189179'/><link 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pirmyn,&lt;br /&gt;Ir pradedi bėgti,&lt;br /&gt;Drąskai nagais save,&lt;br /&gt;Ir nenustoji rėkti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krenti ant žemės,&lt;br /&gt;Nebelaiko kojos,&lt;br /&gt;Nuleidi galvą,&lt;br /&gt;Šliauži užuot plasnojęs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raudonais lašais,&lt;br /&gt;Pažymėtas takas,&lt;br /&gt;Pilnatis danguje,&lt;br /&gt;Ir kraujo kvapas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavargusios akys,&lt;br /&gt;Žvelgia į tolį,&lt;br /&gt;Skleidi sparnus,&lt;br /&gt;Pakilt vis dar nori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be reikalo stengies,&lt;br /&gt;Padangėn nekilsi,&lt;br /&gt;Žemėje gimęs,&lt;br /&gt;Žemėj ir mirsi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-2196925449243343438?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2196925449243343438/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/tai-ne-tau.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/2196925449243343438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/2196925449243343438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/tai-ne-tau.html' title='Tai ne tau.'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-8710999038141304017</id><published>2010-06-21T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:47:30.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stop</title><content type='html'>(verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;Dew tears skin from me&lt;br /&gt;While i’m lying on the grass&lt;br /&gt;And there is no killing pain&lt;br /&gt;Just that thirsting lonelyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun slowly going down&lt;br /&gt;Winds blows from east to west&lt;br /&gt;Still feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Just a big stone on my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge 1)&lt;br /&gt;In every black cold night&lt;br /&gt;I’m searching just for little light&lt;br /&gt;I just need a warm place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Why in this world you must so much to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking the same old question&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretend that you care&lt;br /&gt;Just let it drown, let it flow away&lt;br /&gt;Just let me go with my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;The morning came, the sun is up&lt;br /&gt;But i still can not feel&lt;br /&gt;Lifeless staring at the one spot&lt;br /&gt;And my heart became a steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands and legs are paralized&lt;br /&gt;In the head it’s all messed up&lt;br /&gt;I can not move my dry lips&lt;br /&gt;But the eyes screams - shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge 2)&lt;br /&gt;In every morning i’m awake&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how long it’ll take&lt;br /&gt;How long i’ll be without a place&lt;br /&gt;Where i can disapear in time and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-8710999038141304017?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/8710999038141304017/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/8710999038141304017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/8710999038141304017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-stop.html' title='Just Stop'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-5046255516218037938</id><published>2010-06-21T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:46:56.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyvenimas.</title><content type='html'>Ironija - kaip ant stogo tirpstantis sniegas. Tekantis mažais skausmo lašeliais ir pamažu sulipdantis gyvenimo varvklį. Vieniems didesnį, kitiems mažesnį. Ir ankščiau ar vėliau, tas varveklis trenksis žemėn ir pabirs į šimtus nesurenkamų ledo gabalėlių. Ištirps. Išgaruos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akimirka. Tyro džiaugsmo akimirka. Mažas oro burbulėlis, įkalintas gyvenimo varveklyje. Be šanso ir be vilties ištrūkti. Pasmerktas sudužti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Užsidedu kaukę ir išeinu. Slepiu save nuo kitų. Ir nuo savęs. Ridenu nuo stogo lašelius. Lipdau varveklį. Vis didesnį ir didesnį. Pilną tuštybės, abejingumo. Žinau, kad vieną dieną jis neatlaikys, nukris, suduš. Bet tai mano varveklis, mano gyvenimas. Darau ką noriu. Mano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-5046255516218037938?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5046255516218037938/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/gyvenimas.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/5046255516218037938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/5046255516218037938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/gyvenimas.html' title='Gyvenimas.'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-8836727723668742711</id><published>2010-06-21T23:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:17:21.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tau tai tinka.</title><content type='html'>Suskaldyk savo sąžinę,&lt;br /&gt;Užkask, išmėtyk ar sudegink,&lt;br /&gt;Pasinerk į nežinią,&lt;br /&gt;Pagreitėk ir vėl sulėtink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nes tu, kaip šuo maiše,&lt;br /&gt;Kurio kauksmo niekas negirdi,&lt;br /&gt;Nešamas srovės,&lt;br /&gt;Po truputį užuodi savo mirtį.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iškąsk iš gyvenimo,&lt;br /&gt;Kąsnį prisiminimų gerų,&lt;br /&gt;Perdozuok nerimo,&lt;br /&gt;Įkvėpk ironijos garų,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Užrašyk draugų vardus,&lt;br /&gt;Ant degančio popieriaus lapo,&lt;br /&gt;Nusikeik tris kartus,&lt;br /&gt;Užmiršk, kuo jie buvo ir kuo tapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Užmink ant laimės,&lt;br /&gt;Pajusk burnoj kraujo skonį,&lt;br /&gt;Išgerk dar baimės,&lt;br /&gt;Ištrink visa tai, ko nori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duobę sau išsikask,&lt;br /&gt;Pasistatyk paminklą,&lt;br /&gt;Lėtai venas persikąsk,&lt;br /&gt;Raudona spalva tau tinka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-8836727723668742711?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/8836727723668742711/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/tau-tai-tinka.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/8836727723668742711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/8836727723668742711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/tau-tai-tinka.html' title='Tau tai tinka.'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-2877292564359209914</id><published>2010-06-21T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:20:41.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jei...</title><content type='html'>Smilkstant cigaretei&lt;br /&gt;Mes trumpinam kitiems gyvenimus&lt;br /&gt;Tuštėjant taurėms&lt;br /&gt;Užmirštame savus ir mylim svetimus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mažais žingsneliais&lt;br /&gt;Artėjam prie bedugnės krašto&lt;br /&gt;Niekados nepagalvojam&lt;br /&gt;Ir net akimirkai nesusimastom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ir jei bent vienai dienai galėtum būti Dievas&lt;br /&gt;Ar bent akimirkai susimąstytum apie kitus&lt;br /&gt;Sėdėtum vienas, ant pasaulio krašto&lt;br /&gt;Vaikytum kojomis debesų pulkus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metam tiesų kelią&lt;br /&gt;Dėl kažkokių klystkelių, takelių&lt;br /&gt;Atstumiam savus&lt;br /&gt;Nors turėtumėm prieš juos klūpot ant kelių&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nusigręžiam, išeinam&lt;br /&gt;Nors tai mes turėtumėm melsti atleidimo&lt;br /&gt;Paklausit jūs “už ką”&lt;br /&gt;Už tai, kad nevertinom, klaidinom&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Rytoj bus per vėlu&lt;br /&gt;Nesugebėsim laiko mes atgal atsukt&lt;br /&gt;Nebeturėsim, ko turėjom&lt;br /&gt;Belieka užsimerkt, iškvėpt, susmukt…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-2877292564359209914?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2877292564359209914/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/jei.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/2877292564359209914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/2877292564359209914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/jei.html' title='Jei...'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-2898282716215563590</id><published>2010-06-21T23:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:45:14.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up.</title><content type='html'>when the night comes on empty streets&lt;br /&gt;you have to kill all your enemies&lt;br /&gt;bloody stains on the ground&lt;br /&gt;everything lost and nothing found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you reached the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;so if you don’t wanna crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;you must decide something to loose&lt;br /&gt;so which side do you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up&lt;br /&gt;wake when this nightmare ends&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up&lt;br /&gt;Lift with your dirty hands&lt;br /&gt;Turn around&lt;br /&gt;turn cause i wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Put me down&lt;br /&gt;and go away just leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moon higlights your silhouette&lt;br /&gt;rain is gone but streets are wet&lt;br /&gt;lost souls are going home&lt;br /&gt;you walk down the street alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon the new day gonna come&lt;br /&gt;you say that everything’s for fun&lt;br /&gt;i don’t wanna see how you pretend&lt;br /&gt;enough for me, this is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up&lt;br /&gt;wake when this nightmare ends&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up&lt;br /&gt;Lift with your dirty hands&lt;br /&gt;Turn around&lt;br /&gt;turn cause i wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Put me down&lt;br /&gt;and go away just leave me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-2898282716215563590?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2898282716215563590/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/wake-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/2898282716215563590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/2898282716215563590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/wake-me-up.html' title='Wake me up.'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-7272157154665205388</id><published>2010-06-21T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:44:38.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit and Run</title><content type='html'>players on the ground&lt;br /&gt;i can’t hear no sound&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;couse you run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrecks in the strets&lt;br /&gt;it was too much speed&lt;br /&gt;you didn’t wan’t to play&lt;br /&gt;again you run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do this serious&lt;br /&gt;or you can do this just for fun&lt;br /&gt;but remember one thing baby&lt;br /&gt;when you hit it, you must run&lt;br /&gt;hit hit hit and run&lt;br /&gt;hit hit hit and run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire all around&lt;br /&gt;and it makes you proud&lt;br /&gt;yes, you play this way&lt;br /&gt;so you run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wind blow the dust&lt;br /&gt;now i’m feeling lost,&lt;br /&gt;please help me today&lt;br /&gt;but you run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do this serious&lt;br /&gt;or you can do this just for fun&lt;br /&gt;but remember one thing baby&lt;br /&gt;when you hit it, you must run&lt;br /&gt;hit hit hit and run&lt;br /&gt;hit hit hit and run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when comes the night&lt;br /&gt;you don’t need no light&lt;br /&gt;shadows for the stay&lt;br /&gt;they help you run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do this…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-7272157154665205388?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/7272157154665205388/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/hit-and-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/7272157154665205388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/7272157154665205388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/hit-and-run.html' title='Hit and Run'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-6439945035043517631</id><published>2010-06-21T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:22:01.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penkios minutės</title><content type='html'>Penkios minutės užsimerkt,&lt;br /&gt;Ir nuskrieti, ten kur nori.&lt;br /&gt;Penkios minutės pakilt,&lt;br /&gt;Nusimest nereikalingą svorį&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penkios minutės pasiekt,&lt;br /&gt;Savo tikslą, savo svajonę.&lt;br /&gt;Penkios minutės ištiest,&lt;br /&gt;Ranką tam, kuris dvejoja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penkios minutės sustingt,&lt;br /&gt;Nematyti, nieko nejausti.&lt;br /&gt;Penkios minutės pagaut,&lt;br /&gt;Prisiglausti, prisispausti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penkios minutės išspjaut,&lt;br /&gt;Šleikštulį, blogį, kartumą.&lt;br /&gt;Penkios minutės pajaust,&lt;br /&gt;Šilumą, meilę, artumą.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir tik penkios sekundės suprast,&lt;br /&gt;Kas, kodėl ir kam visa tai.&lt;br /&gt;Tik penkios sekundės surast,&lt;br /&gt;Ko taip ieškojai, ko neradai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-6439945035043517631?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/6439945035043517631/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/penkios-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/6439945035043517631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/6439945035043517631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/penkios-minutes.html' title='Penkios minutės'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-6085404141066562797</id><published>2010-06-21T23:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:22:56.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Žingsnis po žingsnio.</title><content type='html'>Banga po bangos,&lt;br /&gt;Daužos į krantą.&lt;br /&gt;Raidė po raidės,&lt;br /&gt;Mintys žodžias tampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akmuo po akmens,&lt;br /&gt;Stoja tvirta siena.&lt;br /&gt;Šypsnis po šypsnio,&lt;br /&gt;Praskaidrina dieną.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Išeik į gatvę, pakelk akis į viršų,&lt;br /&gt;Tavęs juk nieks dar nepamiršo,&lt;br /&gt;Žingsnis po žingsnio, siek savo tikslo,&lt;br /&gt;Nenusigręžk, nepalik dar visko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nata po natos,&lt;br /&gt;Užgimsta melodija.&lt;br /&gt;Faktas prie fakto,&lt;br /&gt;Sukuria teoriją.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lašas po lašo,&lt;br /&gt;Taurė prisipildo.&lt;br /&gt;Širdis prie širdies,&lt;br /&gt;Gyvenimą sušildo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Išeik į gatvę, pakelk akis į viršų,&lt;br /&gt;Tavęs juk nieks dar nepamiršo,&lt;br /&gt;Žingsnis po žingsnio, siek savo tikslo,&lt;br /&gt;Nenusigręžk, nepalik dar visko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-6085404141066562797?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/6085404141066562797/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/zingsnis-po-zingsnio.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/6085404141066562797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/6085404141066562797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/zingsnis-po-zingsnio.html' title='Žingsnis po žingsnio.'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-8693431810787146184</id><published>2010-06-21T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:23:37.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naktis</title><content type='html'>Ir vėl tamsi naktis,&lt;br /&gt;Prižadino mane staiga,&lt;br /&gt;Vaikščioju stogais,&lt;br /&gt;Norėčiau čia sutikt tave,&lt;br /&gt;Prisėsiu ant briaunos,&lt;br /&gt;Palauksiu kol ateis rytas,&lt;br /&gt;Vieniša man čia,&lt;br /&gt;Jaučiuos kaip iš namų išvytas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ir jei išgirsi tu mane, lauksiu aš, visą naktį,&lt;br /&gt;Aklinoj tamsoj, bandysiu tau žvaigždes uždegti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Švelniai švelniai, liesiu tavo veidą,&lt;br /&gt;Tyliai tyliai, šnabždėsiu prie ausies,&lt;br /&gt;Lėtai lėtai, kedensiu tavo plaukus,&lt;br /&gt;Stipriai stipriai, prispausiu prie širdies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iš lėto kyla saulė,&lt;br /&gt;sklaidosi naktinis rūkas,&lt;br /&gt;Aušta jau diena,&lt;br /&gt;Žemė juk nestovi - sukas,&lt;br /&gt;Tu neatėjai,&lt;br /&gt;Užtrukai, gal kas nutiko,&lt;br /&gt;Nieko juk baisaus,&lt;br /&gt;Dar daug naktų mums liko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir jei išgirsi tu mane…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eisiu jau namo,&lt;br /&gt;Ir vėl basas, vėl stogais,&lt;br /&gt;Pėdos pasiliks,&lt;br /&gt;Matys jas tie, kas čia ateis,&lt;br /&gt;Vėl ateis naktis,&lt;br /&gt;Ir vėl svajosiu, vėl tikėsiu,&lt;br /&gt;Būsiu aš čia pat,&lt;br /&gt;Ir vėl tave sutikt norėsiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ir jei išgirsi tu mane…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-8693431810787146184?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/8693431810787146184/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/naktis.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/8693431810787146184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/8693431810787146184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/naktis.html' title='Naktis'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-9153382229762744515</id><published>2010-06-21T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:24:04.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gal.</title><content type='html'>gal abiems&lt;br /&gt;gal nei vienam&lt;br /&gt;gal viską tau&lt;br /&gt;gal viską sau&lt;br /&gt;gal tau, kas mano&lt;br /&gt;gal man, kas tavo&lt;br /&gt;gal niekam nieko&lt;br /&gt;gal visiems po truputį&lt;br /&gt;gal…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-9153382229762744515?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/9153382229762744515/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/gal.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/9153382229762744515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/9153382229762744515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/gal.html' title='Gal.'/><author><name>Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00511276481666514902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-3845942953609523126</id><published>2010-06-21T23:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:41:35.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nes popsas NĖRA muzika…</title><content type='html'>Sveiki, tautiečiai, papasakosiu jums istoriją,&lt;br /&gt;Kaip tapti POP žvaigžde, patvirtinta teorija,&lt;br /&gt;Nors ir atrodo mūsų žvaigždės, kaip tviskantys deimančiukai,&lt;br /&gt;Bet iš tikrųjų jie yra tik stiklo šukių smulkūs gabaliukai,&lt;br /&gt;Surankioti iš įvairių kaimų, miškų, priemiesčių, padvalų,&lt;br /&gt;Užlipę sau ant scenos dievus vaidina, bet man tai vėžį varo,&lt;br /&gt;Atseit jie menininkai, atseit kūrėjai, atseit jie dirba uoliai,&lt;br /&gt;Bet juk tiesa akivaizdi, nagus čia bus prikišę broliai šaunuoliai,&lt;br /&gt;Arba kiti įtakingi šios keistos rasės atstovai,&lt;br /&gt;Pasigaląskite dantis ir pasiruoškit kovai.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Nesu aš pirmas ir tuo labiau ne paskutinis, kuris nepabijos,&lt;br /&gt;Prieš pigų popsą ir fabrikus žvaigždžių į kovą stos,&lt;br /&gt;Jau seniai akivaizdu, kad popso menui talento nereikia,&lt;br /&gt;Plius minus išvaizda, turtingi giminės, va taip ši sistema ir veikia,&lt;br /&gt;Juk alkani prodiuseriai tokio grobio tik ir laukia,&lt;br /&gt;„O kokia talentai, o kokios žvaigždės” į minią šaukia,&lt;br /&gt;Ir kuo prastesnis balsas, kaip žinom, tuo didesni papai,&lt;br /&gt;Kas nutiko? Supykai? Bėk pasiskųsk mamai,&lt;br /&gt;O jeigu nėra papų, darome skandalą,&lt;br /&gt;Draskomės nagais, mėtom svetimas kortas ant stalo,&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Taigi mielieji, štai jums ir dar viena eilinė akcija,&lt;br /&gt;Jūsų laukia Ypatinga Viliojanti Atrakcija,&lt;br /&gt;Mergaite, gal tu pasižiūrėki pradžiai į savo kreivas kojas,&lt;br /&gt;Ir pagaliau nustok galvoti, kad tave pamačius visiems stojas,&lt;br /&gt;Pūstalūpis berniukas bando cypti pagal fonogramą,&lt;br /&gt;Kiti į sceną lipa tik ant drąsos padarę gerą gramą,&lt;br /&gt;Nesupranti ką aš sakau, nesupranti kur link šis tekstas suka?&lt;br /&gt;Duosiu patarimą tau: keliauk į mišką, paminsi dviratuką,&lt;br /&gt;Vieni čigonai biznį tabore suka, kai ką pardavinėja,&lt;br /&gt;Kiti ant scenos užsilipę, pagal perdirbtas dainuškas strikinėja,&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Ir ši pigi kultūra, tol leis savas šaknis ir tol gyvuos,&lt;br /&gt;Kol dar bent vienas mažvaikis ar pensininkas, jai pasiduos,&lt;br /&gt;Ir aš ne vienas, žinau, kad yra ir daugiau tokių pačių,&lt;br /&gt;Kad muzikiniai požemiai knibždėte knibžda, nuo panašių minčių,&lt;br /&gt;Ir revoliucija artėja, ir perversmui jau laikas,&lt;br /&gt;Pasklis po Lietuvą ne kvepalai, o popso mirties tvaikas,&lt;br /&gt;Ir kaip pasakė mums visiems gerai pažystamas atlikėjas,&lt;br /&gt;„Popsas užkniso juodai”, prie to pačio ir ač ant viso šito dvi b padėjęs.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Nes popsas NĖRA muzika,&lt;br /&gt;Ir jei tave šie žodžiai gruzina,&lt;br /&gt;Susikišk CD ten kur nesueina,&lt;br /&gt;Nes nei tavo, nei šuns balsas į dangų neina…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-3845942953609523126?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3845942953609523126/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaHJEnwNaoE/TCBnsFfvw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMuvYoBk_30/S220/IMGP0403.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1233819481803153499.post-6759094005644723858</id><published>2010-06-21T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:40:41.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Merginos siluetas ant stogo krašto,&lt;br /&gt;Patvinusios gatvės, jos nieko nemąsto.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Plastiko gėlės, praradusios kvapą,&lt;br /&gt;Užmerkę akis, mes kasam sau kapą.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Didvyrių nebuvo, nėra ir nebus,&lt;br /&gt;Ką besukurtum, vėl viskas sugrius.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lietaus garsuos, kraujuojančios sienos,&lt;br /&gt;Sulaužyti pirštai, suplėšytos venos.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Metalo medžiai, asfalto pievos,&lt;br /&gt;Dulkėtos, pilkos, pabodusios dienos.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Benamis vėjas, smelkias į kaulus,&lt;br /&gt;Paklydusios kulkos pataiko į galvas.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Išblyškęs praeivis ištiesia ranką,&lt;br /&gt;“Atšok, žmogau, man pačiam neužtenka.”&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nakties garsai, traiškantys ledą,&lt;br /&gt;Užmirškime naują, gražinkime seną.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-6759094005644723858?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/6759094005644723858/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/6759094005644723858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1233819481803153499/posts/default/6759094005644723858'/><link 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smulkų smėlį,&lt;br /&gt;nes man to reikia,&lt;br /&gt;nes dar nevėlu.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Paskleisiu vėją&lt;br /&gt;į tūkstančius atodūsių gilių,&lt;br /&gt;nes taip yra,&lt;br /&gt;nes aš galiu.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Surinksiu lietų&lt;br /&gt;išpūsiu tirštą tirštą rūką,&lt;br /&gt;nes taip priklauso,&lt;br /&gt;o kas belieka.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sugriausiu rūmus&lt;br /&gt;išdalinsiu jums po plytą,&lt;br /&gt;neliko žodžių,&lt;br /&gt;viskas pasakyta…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1233819481803153499-7858402058466085692?l=be-stogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/feeds/7858402058466085692/comments/default' title='Rašyti komentarus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://be-stogo.blogspot.com/2010/06/nes.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentarai (-ų)'/><link rel='edit' 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