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20.04.2006., četvrtak
Sve Tupacove tetovaže
PRSAGore lijevo: 2pac (njegova prva tetovaža) Gore desno: egipatska kraljica Nefertiti, a ispod nje natpis "2.DIE.4" Sredina: mitraljez i natpis 50 NIGGAZ, čime je Tupac želio poručiti: "niggaz unite in all 50 states", a rekao je da NIGGA stoji za: Never Ignorant Gettin Goals Accomplished Trbuh: natpis "Thug Life" sa metkom umjesto slova "i", a isto tako je rekao da THUG LIFE stoji za: The Hate U Gave Lil Infants Fucks Everybody RUKE Lijevo rame: glava pantere Lijeva nadlaktica: Isusova glava na gorućem križu, a s lijeve strane stoji "Only God can judge me" Lijeva podlaktica: riječ "OUTLAW" ispod koje je kruna koja se može vidjeti u filmu "Gang Related" Desno rame: riječ "Westside" Desna nadlaktica: riječ "HEARTLESS", ispod koje je lubanja i prekrižene kosti, a ispod toga stoji "My only fear of death is coming back reincarnated" Stražnji dio lijeve ruke: okomito piše "MOB", što prema Tupacu stoji za "Money Over Bitches", a isto tako i za "Member Of Bloods", a može se vidjeti u spotu -To live & die in L.A.- Desna podlaktica: riječ "Notorious" napisana staroengleskim slovima; u unutrašnjosti stoji natpis "Trust Nobody", između čega je još jedna kruna VRAT Desna strana: "Makaveli" (najnovija tetovaža), može se vidjeti u filmovima "Gang Related" i "Gridlock'd" Stražnja strana: kruna (makaveli type) ispod koje je riječ "PLAYAZ", a ispod nje su riječi "Fuck the World" LEĐA Veliki križ u čijoj sredini stoji "Exodus 18:11" ("Now I know that the Lord is greater than all gods, for in the thing wherein they dealt proudly he was above them."). Sa svake stane križa je jedna maska klauna. Maska na desnoj strani je uplakana a ispod nje stoji "cry later", dok je maska na lijevoj strani nasmiješena, a ispod nje piše "smile now". Ispod križa velikim slovima piše "BALLIN". P.S. Kliknite na sliku ako ih hoćete vidjet |
18.04.2006., utorak
Voštani Tupac u Madame Tussaud's muzeju
Tupac Amaru Shakur, jedna od najslavnijih osoba u svijetu rapa, je ovjekovječen voštanom figurom u svjetski poznatom muzeju Madame Tussaud's u Las Vegasu, gdje je bio i ubijen. Skulpura je razotkrivena 5. dana ovog mjeseca u svečanosti koja je počela u 11:00 sati.Voštani portret Tupaca je radila Jeni Fairey, koja je prethodno za muzej napravila i portret Beyoncé. Skulptura se temelji na vrlo popularnom liku Tupaca bez majice sa maramom oko glave koji ponosno pokazuje svoje tetovaže. Osim Beyoncé, i Tupacova voštana skulptura će se pridružiti voštanim figurama drugih zvijezda koje su ostavile vječni trag na ovom svijetu, uključujući Princa, Jennifer Lopez, George Clooneyja, Elton Johna, Will Smitha, Lennyja Kravitza, James Browna, Elvis Presleyja i Shaquille O'Neala. Voštana skulptura Tupaca je napravljena pomoću stotinjak fotografija i mjera koje je muzeju omogućila Afeni Shakur. Svaka od Tupacovih tetovaža je prvo bila ponovno nacrtana te pojedinačno ručno nacrtana na skulpturu. Bili su potrebni mjeseci da se skulptura dovrši, uključujući više od 700 sati rada i preko 330 funti (0,45 kg) gline. Cijela skulptura teži oko 55 funti. U svrhu komemoracije 10. obljetnice Tupacove smrti, Madame Tussaud's razmišlja o slanju nove voštane skulpture na turneju malo kasnije ove godine. Kada se razgleda u muzeju u Las Vegasu, skulptura bi trebala obići galerije u New Yorku, Hong Kongu, Shanghaiu i Londonu prije no što se izloži u Tupac Amaru Shakur Center for the Arts (TASCA) u Atlanti na jedan mjesec, gdje bi trebala stići krajem ove počasne godine. Skulptura je predstavljena skoro 10 godina poslije Tupacove smrti u Las Vegasu i biti će izložena sljedećih 300 godina. |
17.04.2006., ponedjeljak
A new wave of depression
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Nearly unnoticed She is lonely Even though you can't tell She is reaching out For what, she doesn't know She will continue to sit in silence And hope that someone may stumble across Her and all of her emptiness But they only hope that they do it in time Otherwise she will have drifted too far And she may let go Of whatever grasp of the world she has As she slowly fades out of the lives of everyone Nearly unnoticed. Through my eyes Like tyrants assembled with tears Trembling like a tomb And singing like a statue I am as empty as the ocean. My blind eyes scream in silence So this eternal echo will be known. Given to the foils of time, And shattered like plate glass- You freeze within the fire. Darkness now lives at daylight, And shadows turn to the ghosts. With all that shined is hollow You imagine unconsciously. And pretending to sleep you realize, Nothing is what it seems. Seek not my heart Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies, Do not you hear my heartfelt cries? Below the branches, here about, Do not you sense my fear and doubt? Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, Do not you hear my woeful screams? Upon the meadows, touched with dew, Do not you see my hearts a'skew? Beneath the thousand twinkling stars, Do not you feel my jagged scars? Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze, For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees. It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies, Accompanied by heartfelt sighs. It's drifting o're the gentle rain, A symbol of my silent pain. It's buried 'neath the meadow fair, Conjoined with all the sorrow there. It's lost among the stars this night, Too far to ease my quiet fright. No gentle winds, seek not my heart, For simply ... it has torn apart. |
11.04.2006., utorak
Down again
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I've been pushed down so many times I feel this time will be the last as I lay here fading my thoughts are invaded by memories of my past I feel the pressures of shame and rejection building as I lay here on the floor I have no strength to get up I'm not worth it any more |
02.04.2006., nedjelja
Girl Poem
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A poem for us.... I shave my legs, I sit down to pee. And I can justify any shopping spree. Don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon. I can get a massage without a hard-on. I can balance the checkbook, I can pump my own gas. Can talk to my friends, about the size of my ass. My beauty's a masterpiece, and yes, it takes long. At least I can admit, to others when I'm wrong. I don't drive in circles, at any cost. And I don't have a problem, admitting I'm lost. I never forget, an important date. You just got to deal with it, I'm usually late. I don't watch movies, with lots of gore. Don't need instant replay, to remember the score. I won't lose my hair, I don't get jock itch. And just cause I'm assertive, Don't call me a bitch. Don't say to your friends, Oh yeah, I can get her. In your dreams, my dear, I can do better! Flowers are okay, But jewelry's best. Look at me you idiot... Not at my chest???? I don't have a problem, With Expressing my feelings. I know when you're lying, You look at the ceiling. DON'T call me a GIRL , a BABE or a CHICK . I am a WOMAN. Get it?, you DICK!?! |
01.04.2006., subota
Fallen star
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They could never understand what u set out 2 do instead they chose 2 ridicule u when u got weak they loved the sight of your dimming and flickering starlight How could they understand what was so intricate 2 be loved by so many, so intimate they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse this way u could not alter the course of ignorance that they have set 2 make my people forget what they have done for much 2 long 2 just forget and carry on I had loved u forever because of who u r and now I mourn our fallen star Written by Tupac Shakur (1971-1996) |
31.03.2006., petak
Death of an angel
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I once knew a lady named Misery she lived in a damaged world she calls to me in transparent dreams a lonely star outside the closed universe she was my twisted soul long ago she experienced the darkest of pain beauty was something she could not believe I once knew an angel named Evil she traveled like a ghost into the shadows her heart was dying for some form of life all seems balanced now the angel burns to die |
30.03.2006., četvrtak
Remembrance
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She remembers it all, All the people who had said They cared, but did they really? She remembers it all, The sound of laughter and How happy she'd been, but was she really? She remembers it all, His arms around her and He said "I love you," but did he really? She remembers it all, The pain she'd felt when he left, How her heart ached, but was it really? She remembers it all, The feeling of being so alone, The feeling no one cared, but did they really? But now they'll remember her, Staring at the knife in her hand How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really? |
29.03.2006., srijeda
Don't worry, be happy... Yea, rite!!
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Lijepa pjesmica s lijepom porukom, prikladnom za 21. stoljeće. Da barem! Ova pjesma je lažna doza optimizma. Lijepo vi pjevušite stihove pjesme kad nakon nekog vremena actually počnete razmišljati o stihovima i poruci pjesme, i kada shvatite da je pjesma napisana za vrijeme kada je artist bio napušen, padnete u tešku depresiju. Onda se opet možete izvlačit iz nje, oslanjajući se na samog sebe i na svoju dobru volju, ali to bi opet bilo življenje u zabludi. A što uostalom nedostaje životu punom pesimizma? Barem si realan. Ali činjenica je da se ljudi danas boje biti realni. Pitam se zašto... |
Jamaican Poetry
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MY LAST JAMAICAN GIRL As my eyes water My dreams of love, turn to fear The closer we get, the farther I want to be I can't take a chance of being hurt again I am not that strong When I fall in love, I give you my heart to hold I leave myself vulnerible, trust I depend on you If you ever let go, I will be lifeless You say you love me I believe you do, but not as much as I need I can't share your love, I'm not that giving I think you know that you want it to end I can't give you what you want You ask for so much, you know I don't have it I wish you didn't need it, it hurts to say no I've ruined your dreams and mine You want me to marry you But to commit, I expect more The longer I've known you, the more mysterious you've become Those nights, those calls, I wish I knew of Honesty just lost its meaning You tell me to believe you I know what I've heard, but you tell me different I've seen proof, you say I'm crazy I can't take a chance with my heart I will be losing the most incredible woman A Jamaican queen, reggae's finest dancer Rastamen's delight, a Asian man's angel She is more than I can handle I wish I could take the chance To ask you for your hand I'm too careful, too used Old men have hearts still, you know? THE RASTA YEARS As the wind blows thru my dreadlocks Caressing my Jamaican face De-ja vu feelings take me back To a distant time and place To a time of Rastafari And Iya-binghi chants A time of ital living Before my heart transplant Before I fled to Babylon To chase an American dream Before I lost my passion My youth and self-esteem Back then I was a warrior Proud, fierce and strong Relentless in my struggles A righteous Rasta man I remember Rasta brethren Youth and elder dreads And Rastafari sisters In colorful tie-heads Going to Rasta meetings Dreads stuffed under tams Rasta celebrations JahLoveMuzik jams Back then things were cheaper But funds were always low Still we dressed so regal You would never know Yes those were the lean years When I ‘n I was poor But idrin shared with idrin And no one kept a score Some would have a spliff to share Some a chalice load Some ital food or change to spare Before man hit the road Now those days are far long gone And the ways we used to live And a different struggle pushes me on In a land that don’t forgive I struggle now with paying rent A phone bill and car note Winter’s high utility rates And wifey’s new fur coat Times and places all have changed But memories still remain Of Rasta vibes and Rasta lives That I’ll never see again Yes, as a cool breeze filters through My graying natty dread I glimpse a life that I once knew And a Rasta tear is shed. |