Preko is the road and administration centre of the island of Ugljan, and a municipality in Croatia in the Zadar County. Situated, as the name states, opposite Zadar. Its old centre consists of typical Dalmatian architecture and numerous patrician family summer houses. According to the 2001 census, there are 3,871 inhabitants, 87% which are Croats.
Sitting in the mountains above Preko, is the castle of St Michael, once the seat of the noble Stipanov dynasty. The ruins look out across the Adriatic Sea to Italy, from where the Stipanov clan originated at the time of the Emperor Diocletian. The castle was sacked by English crusaders on their way to the Holy Land, and by the fleeing Nazis in 1945. The high position of the castle, made it the perfect lookout and listening station for the occupying Germans. Today, the castle is home to a telecommunications station.
The best way to feel the Mediterranean atmosphere is by walking along the quay or sipping a favourite drink on one of the terraces with a view of the Zadar Channel.
More nightmares
Someone wake me when they're through
Stop my lover's ghost from trying to protrude
(You're burning, you're burning)
It's chaotic, but I've got it
You're letter scratched across my throat
Like some painter's ink, spilled the canvas soiling parts of me
Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
I miss the softness of your sound
The taste of you left in my mouth
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
I search out, but you cannot be found
A red horizon in the south
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow
I must get back to you
Your shadow
Now lies against the moon
The skin I touched that once
Kissed has come unglued
(You're burning, you're burning)
It's chaotic, but I've got it
More screams than anyone should hear
The voice of you stabs in my chest
Forged and faithless
Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
I miss the softness of your sound
The taste of you left in my mouth
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
I search out, but you cannot be found
A red horizon in the south
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow
I must get back to you
Darling boy
Lift your chin up for me now
For my face to see
And I am smiling looking down
I know you're out of breath
You're hit by the way I've left
Just hold me tried and true
For I'll be waiting
Waiting here for you
So dim these lights, I won't be found
This haunting stops right here and now
There's pain and in his eyes of fixed dreaming
I'm tired without you, so let it be
So dim these lights, I won't be found
This haunting stops right here and now
There's pain in his eyes of fixed dreaming
I'm tired without you, so let it be
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow