Или па сме ние побудалени па во сè го гледаме локалното лудило, збунетоста и бесмислата кои веќе не знаеме ни да ги опишеме (без пцовки). Инаку, се работи за “Nowhere Man“, ја знаете, само да ја чуете сосе текст.
He’s a real nowhere Man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Doesn’t have a point of view, Knows not where he’s going to, Isn’t he a bit like you and me? Nowhere Man, please listen, You don’t know what you’re missin’, Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.
He’s as blind as he can be, Just sees what he wants to see, Nowhere Man can you see me at all? Nowhere Man, don’t worry, Take your time, don’t hurry, Leave it all ’till somebody else lends you a hand.
Doesn’t have a point of view, Knows not where he’s going to, Isn’t he a bit like you and me? Nowhere man please listen, you don’t know what your missin’ Nowhere Man, the world is at your command
He’s a real Nowhere Man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
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Кога сме веќе тука, читател (браво Моте) нè потсети дека Џо Страмер од Клеш (кога беше со Мескалерос) има песна за наш човек, вистински бегалец од Егејска Македонија.
Welcome to Britain in the third Millennium This is the diary of a Macedonian, Macedonian
He went to Britain in the back of a lorry “Don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t hurry.” Said the man with the plan He said, “If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end.” If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend Well, you can levitate you know, Long as the money’s good you’re in Or if you really wanna go, You’ll get there in the endHe had the wooly scarf of Shaktar Donetsk Nay, the banner of freedom wrung around his neck Inherited from his father One of the Ukraine exiles of Yugoslavia He said, “You’ll get there in the end.” If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend Well, you can levitate you know, Long as the money’s good you’re in Or if you really wanna go, You’ll get there in the end
Yo-oh, he got a little postcard Yo-oh, everybody got a dream Yo-oh, he always got it with him Yo-oh, it’s of a nineteen twenty five Red telephone box with Wembley in the background Them twin tower vandal-aye
Will he find a two bar heater Waiting for him in two rooms Above the cut rate telephone anywhere place He got off the train in Shadwell, disappeared without trace He said, “You’ll get there in the end.” If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend Well, you can levitate you know Long as the money’s good you’re in Or if you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end
Oiling the grinding city underside Treating each flake of rust all over Humberside You know a blocked generator Could cut power to the city system Well, you’ll get there in the end Alive or dead my friend You’ll get there in the end Alive or dead my friend
If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend If you really wanna go, long as the money’s good you’re in If you really wanna go, you’ll get there in the end
