 Youth Star
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Adelaide, Australia
Posts: 81
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picture a wet Melbourne evening.
This is funny shit!
picture a wet Melbourne evening.
middle of town: Flinders St station
neki su boganz na ulici
drab melbourne people going about their
drab melbourne business.
trenchcoats, tramvaji, olovadaples greeks.
suddenly:
out of nowhere, MASTER RACE everywhere faken!
sahovnica svukuda, the red and white checkers
brightening up the gloomy city
EVO ZORE EVO DANA rocking some kreppy pub
there was chanting, dancing, singing, DRINKING...
a few threats thrown in too (za fan faken!)
by the time it was really rocking, the main street
had to be closed off as THE MASTER RACE spilled
into the streets and rocked melbourne's CBD !!!!
je!
once the flares started firing (still in the city faken)
the good people at of the Victori@ P0lice Service
(nek jih Bog prokleo do dnu pakla faken)
decided they wanted to move the master race on.
very kleva polis men.
long story short: everyone made it to the concert.
T H O M P S O N
aka: gspd Marko Perkovic
mi ga volimo. that's all faken. king amongst crusties.
i wont go into singing his praises, but he is who he is.
ako ga nevolis, then fakof.
faken previse si kul za faken skul, meni se cini
Stipe rileks. ...its ok man
so...
have any of you tried to explain who is Thompson
to non-crustaceans?
the conversation may sound something like this:
ozi: "is his name really Thompson? - sounds too normal, ay."
krasti: "no, he's named after his firearm in the war faken".
ozi: (looks frightened for a moment)
"aha... ...that kinda thing normal over there, ay?"
krasti: "what do you reackon faken? ... pederu engleski"
ozi: (nervous laughter)
"can you compare him to any aussie singers, maybe?"
krasti: "he's like kinda like jimmy barnes, except not a kokhed"
ozi: (looking confused now) "so what does he sing about?"
krasti: "patriotic songs and songs about God - and war songs"
ozi: "um... i have to go now" (walks backwards to exit, smiling).
krasti: "ajde pisof majmune drogirani"
zbog Anice i ***ala vina,
zapalit cu krajinu do Knina
because of anis, and a bottle of ween
i'll burn krajeena, all the way to neen
(the k is silent after all)
Stipe, ti si broken
okay - the concert itself. lets break it down:
its was at vodafone rod laver arena (um, one or the other)
in the shadow of the MCG. there was one entrance, which,
no shit, was chokkers vid d policija i neki takozvani baunceri.
vora pis vik fegoc
THEY SEARCHED US ALL BEFORE GOING IN.
faken basteri. Stipe was malo engri. nismo terr0risti faken.
enive
then there was a death march to the bar for pivo in plestik
BUT
it got better:
you see, the place was full of happy Cr0ats
happy drunken Cr0ats, happy Cr0atian lipotice
hepi pipul, gud pipul, big pipul
hjudz pipul. hjudz pipul, hu vud hert ju if dej get ju alon.
sori.
so the stadium was big. the crowd was vibrant...
..and Tompy opened with Bojne C'avoglave.
we were on our feet the whole time.
all the new album's tracks followed on;
Daleko behind 9 sells, Necu Izdat Ja etc
Geni Kameni was a huge hit - the fokloristi in their
narodne nosinje were faken excellent.
(to me, to je vise molitva negno obicna pisma)
great stuff, i mean staf.
Prijatelji Cesto Mislim Na Vas sobered the mood,
but it was Moj Ivane that rokt the faken kuca, baby.
Je! da best.
so it went on with one population hit after the other
the crowd was vau.
there were people in nosinje, ust@sa outfits and lets not
forget the thousands of cr0 nogomet strips. i even saw
some champ bez srama with a big novelty checkered hat.
bravo.
there were vatic@n flags. cr0 and U flags of all kinds.
cak su bili transparenti - Skrabrinju sam primijetijo naj cestce
Mi Hrvati! ...ne pijemo vino...
che?
este nada.
Tompy definately got into the night. he kept going on about
the crowd. i think he was impressed. he was hevink d fan.
his band etc were great. yay for the keyboard nerd who went
crowd surfing blizu kraja.
the flares were burning and the pit was heaving by Lijepa Li Si.
no one was stopping the master race now. HA!
5 or more thousand Cr0ats bellowing as one. kao na poljudu
Jedna dusa, a nas dvoje!!!!! had the whole place shaking faken
everyone had sore gurlas and tired legs.
Marko finished with 2 encores. Aplausa nije stala za dvajst minuta
He even got photos with the crowd as a background. vau.
and then it was done.
da budem kritican - as a true critical approach to the review,
I'd say that the event suffered from the following:
- too much overt security that it was almost provacative.
- the venue was too large. it was okay, but the acoustics are
notoriously bad and it just wasn't intimate enough. people
were too spread around to create the right athmosphere.
- he wasn't allowed to sing the songs we all wanted. faken
leftisti i njihova propaganda.
and that's where Tompy again proves he's the man faken.
he tried... you could SEE his srce wanting to explode as the
dica sang "Evo zore, evo dana".. but he couldn't sing that...
.. so he SANG THE SECOND VERSE INSTEAD. faken legenda.
he didn't even end up singing Hey Anice, Kninska Kraljice.
poo to that.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT...
the noc had just begun for most of us.
in south melbourne, at a pub called something, what seemed
like two thousand Cr0ats crammed into a venue made for 200
to listen to cr0 rok ensemle Major Minor. (like michael jackson)
drinking, singing, meetings and ever so many delightful romantic
misunderstandings were to follow til early in the jutro.
very, very good times faken.
but that's a whole other prica.
from me, Stipe, i like to thank those who assisted the rivju by
going to the concert. i'd also like to thank Thompson for his
Pivanje, the melbourne teksi services, dragan's meatworks and
of course, major minor (plug) - (coz i like em faken)
that's all from Stipe for now.
budite svi kul, i:
REMEMBER TO PASS THIS ON TO OTHER CR0ATS - odmah!
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HAJDUK ZIVI VJECNO!!
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