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Oh! Sweet Nuthin’
The Velvet Underground

Oh! Sweet Nuthin' (2015 Remastered)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhwSPRY51gs


Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain't got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Say a word for Polly May
She can't tell the night from the day
They threw her out in the street
But just like a cat she landed on her feet
And say a word for Joanna Love
She ain't got nothing at all
Cause everyday she falls in love
And every night she falls when she does
She said
Oh sweet nuthin'
You know she ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh let me hear you!
Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain't got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all

Úplně chápu Tvou zamilovanost .-)
Co tričko, nechceš?

Vite co je zvlastniho na vecech po zemrelych?
Muzou to byt drahe ray ban obroucky skel bryli, nebo nove boty, nikdy nenosene, ktere by pozustalim padly.

Jenze to nejak nemaka. Bryle vyhodis, jako boty, mozna si je schovas, jako vzpominku. Ale nosit to nebudes.

Jako kdyz plivnes, nebo si odstrihnes nehty. Jeste pred chvilickou ji to mel v puse, nebo na prstech, ale najednou je to fuj.

Takova je smrt, a na to se priprav. Deti zapomenou a odhodi od sebe. Tak to je, a modlit se? Za co? Kdyz tak to je, a nejinak.

Existuji roky a roky,
Ne ze vsech si uvedomis 365 a ctvrt,
Nekdy vnimas jen deti,
Nekdy sebe, kdyz jsi vnimavy, tak klepace, s kuraky listi. - svou ctvrt.
Ne vsechny dny si uvedomis stejne.
Nekdy uvaris obed, kdery proste nechutna,
Jindy jsou to jen weekendy, kdy o nic nejde.

Nekdy sedis u dalnice a plytvas casem,
Chtel bych z bodu a do bodu b.

Nekdy si rikas, ze nevis, kaj jsem,
a pritom vnimas to podstatne.

Nevis, co umrelo, a na hrobku rodiny, zapominas nosit obeti, navic kvetiny.
Je mrtve mnoho, cos miloval, a co te nezajimalo, pripomina se.

Bud si jisty jednim.
Promin.
Zde!

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