| STILTSKIN ~ INSIDE Swing low in a dark glass hour You turn and cower See it turn to dust Move on a stone dark night We take to flight Snowfall turns to rust Seam in a fusing mine Like a nursing rhyme Fat man starts to fall Year in a hostile place I hear your face Start to call And if you think that I've been losing my way That's because I'm slightly blinded, And if you think that I don't make too much sense That's because I'm broken minded Don't keep it... Inside If you believe it Don't keep it all inside Strong words in a ganges sky I have to lie Shadows move in pairs Ring out from the bruised postcard In the shooting yard Looking through the tears Out on the black slate time We move in line But never reach an end Fall in a long stray town As the ice comes down Rivers start to bend And if you think that I've been losing my way That's because I'm slightly blinded, And if you think that I don't make too much sense That's because I'm broken minded Don't keep it... Inside If you believe it Don't keep it all inside .¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨. [link] .¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨. ... it was a day - like today - i was tired of experiencing a weird feeling which may be named as love... and searching something else... ... still searching... and the only thing i found is bla bla bla... |
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| HASRETiNDEN PRANGALAR ESKiTTiM Seni anlatabilmek seni. iyi çocuklara, kahramanlara. Seni anlatabilmek seni, Namussuza, halden bilmeze, Kahpe yalana. Ard-arda kaç zemheri, Kurt uyur, kuş uyur, zindan uyurdu Dışarda gürül gürül akan bir dünya... Bir ben uyumadım, Kaç leylim bahar, Hasretinden prangalar eskittim. Saçlarına kan gülleri takayım, Bir o yana Bir bu yana... Seni bağırabilsem seni, Dipsiz kuyulara. Akan yıldıza. Bir kibrit çö.püne varana. Okyanusun en ıssız dalgasına Düşmüş bir kibrit çö.püne. Yitirmiş tılsımını ilk sevmelerin, Yitirmiş ö.pücükleri, Payı yok, apansız inen akşamdan, Bir kadeh, bir cigara, dalip gidene, Seni anlatabilsem seni... Yokluğun, cehennemin öbür adıdır Üşüyorum, kapama gözlerini... Ahmed ARiF [link] [link] |
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| ANDREW BIRD ~ A NERVOUS TIC MOTION Over prescribed under the mister we had survived to turn on the history channel and ask our esteemed panel why are we alive and here's how they replied you're what happens when two substances collide and by all accounts you really should've diedstretched out on the tarmac six miles south of North Platte he can't stand to look back at sixteen tons of HAZMAT and it's what goes undelivered undelivered and it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the leftit's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left exorcise your cells till you're bereft 'cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left splayed out on a bathmat six miles north of South Platte and he just wants his life back what's in that paper knapsack it's what goes undeliveredover imbibed under the mister barely alive wecover the blisters in flannelthough the words we speak are banalnot one of them's a lie not one of them's a lie you're what happens when two substances collide and by all accounts you really should've died... [link] .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. ANDREW BIRD ~ THE TREES WERE MISTAKEN This is a story, some kind of a story this is a story about a boy and girl, a girl and a boy, a boy. only flighting. that some boy in the dark joan of arc inverted crystal mountain kind of a story. this is a story. man, about the sheriffs in cyprus? something else. translations of sanskrit. just as my handwritten story. this is a story where the singers begin to appear in the spaces between all the dashes and braces in the mothbitten story - of getting left behind. this is a story, some kind of a story. with the pages distressed since you held to your chest, they were mangled and dog eared, while the rest were just mangy in glory. this is a story about the memory of water translating the sound of the traffic. remember the traffic? it's making you carsick all along southfield freeway. and translating mistakes and the trees and the stake and the trees for the woods and the sound of the trash for the sound of the blowing leaves along the southfield freeway. my name isn't blackbird, two tone. feathers are warm in molasses, twisting the words from the silence to gases. now i don't have worry of making it it's so unclear. am i dead or am i dying or am i simply tired of crying? my name is a blackbird, two tone. feathers are warm in molasses, twisting the words from the silence to gases. now i don't have worry of making it it's so unclear. am i dead or am i dying or am i simply tired of crying? my name is a blackbird. [link] |
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| VILLE VALO ft. NATALIA AVELON ~ SUMMER WINE Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled too A song that I had only sang to just a few She saw my silver spurs and said let pass some time And I will give to you summer wine Oohh-oh summer wine Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you summer wine Oohh-oh summer wine My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet She reassured me with an unfamilliar line And then she gave to me more summer wine Oohh-oh summer wine Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you summer wine Oohh-oh summer wine When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime And left me cravin' for more summer wine Oohh-oh summer wine Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off those silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you my summer wine Oohh-oh summer wine |*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*| [link] |*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*|*| "Women are like wet bars of soap. Hold on to em too hard and they pop outta your hands..." John Lee Hooker |
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| Hayat dışarda... çok oturuyorsunuz bilgisayar önünde... Bir çıksanız dışarıya, solusanız o havayı bir daha bakmak istemezsiniz sanal yüzlere... "hayat bir paragraf değil, ölümün de bir parantez olduğunu sanmıyorum..." ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ UMAY UMAY ~ DÜŞMEDiM DAHA Üvey, zemheri gözler üvey Yer gök dört duvar Sağır, ağır ağır Düşmedim daha Ah dar sokak vurgunları Kaldırım düşenleri Ağır Ağır Düşmedim daha Ayaz, vur vuracaksan hiç utanmadan Ey talih sende dön döneceksen Gecen günün beni neden tanımadı? Elin kolun beni nasıl saramadı? O bendeki canı henüz yoramadı, Of of Üvey, zemheri gözler üvey Yer gök dört duvar Sağır, ağır ağır Düşmedim daha Dar Sokak vurgunları Kaldırım düşenleri Ağır Ağır Düşmedim daha Çabuk sön yetim yıldız, dal derinlere Kıyamet sen de kop kopacaksan Gecen günün beni neden tanımadı? Elin kolun beni nasıl saramadı? O bendeki canı henüz yoramadı, Of of |*/|*/|*/|*/|*/|*/|*/|*/| [link] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [link] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [link] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [link] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [link] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [link] |*/|*/|*/|*/|*/|*/|*/|*/| AMY MCDONALD ~ THIS IS THE LIFE Oh the wind whistles down The cold dark street tonight And the people they were dancing to the music vibe And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair While the shy tormented youth sit way over there And the songs they get louder Each one better than before And you're singing the songs Thinking this is the life And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight? And you're singing the songs Thinking this is the life And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight? Where you gonna sleep tonight? So your heading down the road in your taxi for four And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four So you're sitting there with nothing to do Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight And you're singing the songs Thinking this is the life And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight? And you're singing the songs Thinking this is the life And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight? Where you gonna sleep tonight? And you're singing the songs Thinking this is the life And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight? And you're singing the songs Thinking this is the life And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight? And you're singing the songs Thinking this is the life And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight? And you're singing the songs Thinking this is the life And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight? Where you gonna sleep tonight? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [link] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it." Che Guevara |
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