| | IN THE MOUTH OF MADNESS |             new | | To the page: Previous 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 ... 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 Next | | Wednesday, 26 November 2008 Year |
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 09:25 | THE BUG-dire straits-my life |  |
| well it's a strange old game - you learn it slow
one step forward and it's back to go
you're standing on the throttle
you're standing on the breaks
in the groove 'til you make a mistake
sometimes you're the windshield
sometimes you're the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the louisville slugger
sometimes you're the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're going to lose it all
you gotta know happy - you gotta know glad
because you're gonna know lonely
and you're gonna know bad
when you're rippin' and a ridin'
and you're coming on strong
you start slippin' and slidin'
and it all goes wrong because
sometimes you're the windshield
sometimes you're the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby
sometimes you're the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're going to lose it all
one day you got the glory
one day you got none
one day you're a diamond
and then you're a stone
everything can change
in the blink of an eye
so let the good times roll
before we say goodbye, because
sometimes you're the windshield
sometimes you're the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby
sometimes you're the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you're going to lose it all
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| Saturday, 22 November 2008 Year |
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| 20:42 | chanson d'automne | |
| Les sanglots longs
Language: French
Les sanglots longs
des violons
de l'automne
blessent mon coeur
d'une langueur
monotone.
Tout suffocant
et blême, quand
sonne l'heure.
je me souviens
des jours anciens,
et je pleure...
Et je m'en vais
au vent mauvais
qui m'emporte
de çà, de là,
pareil à la
feuille morte...
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by Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)
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| Monday, 27 October 2008 Year |
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| 21:09 | yellow submarine | |
| Yellow Submarine Lyrics
Artist(Band):The Beatles
In the town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed to sea,
And he told us of his life,
In the land of submarines,
So we sailed on to the sun,
Till we found the sea of green,
And we lived beneath the waves,
In our yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
And our friends are all ,
Many more of them live next door,
And the band begins to play.
(Trumpets play)
We all live in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
(Full speed ahead, Mr. Parker, full speed ahead!
Full speed over here, sir!
Action station! Action station!
Aye, aye, sir, fire!
Captin! Captin!)
As we live a life of ease
Every one of us is all we need,(is all we need)
Sky of blue, and sea of green,(sky of blue and sea of green)
in our yellow(in our yellow) submarine.(submarine) ( Hahaha! )
We all live in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
(fading)
We all live in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
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| Sunday, 24 August 2008 Year |
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| 21:03 | | |
| what is in, what is out
what is the cost
things are getting crazy
alone in a desert
looking for water
but so much resistence inside
and potential suicide possibility
what is in, what is out
what is the cost
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| Saturday, 23 August 2008 Year |
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| 21:00 | a poem | |
| YAŞADIKLARIMDAN ÖĞRENDİĞİM BİR ŞEY VAR
Yaşadıklarımdan öğrendiğim bir şey var:
Yaşadın mı, yoğunluğuna yaşayacaksın bir şeyi
Sevgilin bıtkın kalmalı öpülmekten
Sen bitkin düşmelisin koklamaktan bir çiçeği
İnsan saatlerce bakabilir gökyüzüne
Denize saatlerce bakabilir, bir kuşa, bir çocuğa
Yaşamak yeryüzünde, onunla karışmaktır
Kopmaz kökler salmaktır oraya
Kucakladın mı sımsıkı kucaklayacaksın arkadaşını
Kavgaya tüm kaslarınla, gövdenle, tutkunla gireceksin
Ve uzandın mı bir kez sımsıcak kumlara
Bir kum tanesi gibi, bir yaprak gibi, bir taş gibi dinleneceksin
İnsan bütün güzel müzikleri dinlemeli alabildiğine
Hem de tüm benliği seslerle, ezgilerle dolarcasına
İnsan balıklama dalmalı içine hayatın
Bir kayadan zümrüt bir denize dalarcasına
Uzak ülkeler çekmeli seni, tanımadığın insanlar
Bütün kitapları okumak, bütün hayatları tanımak arzusuyla yanmalısın
Değişmemelisin hiç bir şeyle bir bardak su içmenin mutluluğunu
Fakat ne kadar sevinç varsa yaşamak özlemiyle dolmalısın
Ve kederi de yaşamalısın, namusluca, bütün benliğinle
Çünkü acılar da, sevincler gibi olgunlaştırır insanı
Kanın karışmalı hayatın büyük dolaşımına
Dolaşmalı damarlarında hayatın sonsuz taze kanı
Yaşadıklarımdan öğrendiğim bir şey var:
Yaşadın mı büyük yaşayacaksın, ırmaklara, göğe, bütün evrene karışırcasına
Çünkü ömür dediğimiz şey, hayata sunulmuş bir armağandır
Ve hayat, sunulmuş bir armağandır insana
I'VE LEARNED SOME THINGS
I've learned some things from having lived:
If you're alive, experience one thing with all your power
Your beloved should be worn out from being kissed
And you should drop exhausted from the smelling of a flower
A person can gaze at the sky for hours
Can gaze for hours at a bird, a child, the sea
To live on the earth is to become part of it
To strike down roots that won't pull free
If you cling to anything, tightly hold a friend
Fight for something with every muscle, whole body, all your passion
And if you lay yourself for a time on the warm beach
Let yourself rest like a grain of sand, a leaf, a stone
To your utmost, listen to every beautiful song
As though filling all the self with sound and melody
One should plunge head-first into life
As one dives from a cliff into the emerald sea
Distant lands should draw you, people you don't know
To read every book, know other's lives, you should be burning
You shouldn't exchange for anything the pleasure of a glass of water
No matter how much the joy, your life should be filled with yearning
You should know sorrow, honorably, with all your being
Because the pains, like joys, make a person grow
Your blood should mingle in the great circulation of life
And in your veins life's endless fresh blood should flow
I've learned some things from having lived:
If you're alive, experience largely, merge with rivers, heavens, cosmos
For what we call living is a gift given to life
And life is a gift bestowed upon us
Ataol Behramoglu
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