the best things in life are free
but you can keep them for the birds and bees
now give me money
that's what i want
that's what i want, yeah
that's what i want
you're lovin' gives me a thrill
but you're lovin' don't pay my bills
now give me money
that's what i want
that's what i want, yeah
that's what i want
money don't get everything it's true
what it don't get, i can't use
now give me money
that's what i want
that's what i want, yeah
that's what i want, wah
money don't get everything it's true
what it don't get, i can't use
now give me money
that's what i want
that's what i want, yeah
that's what i want
well now give me money
a lot of money
wow, yeah, i wanna be free
oh i want money
that's what i want
that's what i want, well
now give me money
a lot of money
wow, yeah, you need money
now, give me money
that's what i want, yeah
that's what i want
the dark side of the moon albümünden bir pink floyd klasiği, 6.numaralı parça. live 8'te çaldıkları 4 parçadan biri de budur hatta, hayatın sırrını size bi iki dizeyle açıklayıverir:
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.
bi de sözü geçmişken bahsedelim. the wall'un klip-filminde the happiest days of our lives çalarken arada öğretmeni küçük pink'in yazdığı bir şiiri sınıfta bağırarak okur. ahanda o şiir money'den şu parçalardır:
Money, get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team.
öğretmen bunları sınıfa okur, bu çocuk kendini şair sanıyor falan der, sınıf güler hemen, şuursuz sınıf. 'bunlarla uğraşacağına adam ol üleyn otur dersini çalış serseri eşek sıpası seni' gibi bi şeyler daha der, kızılcık sopasıyle küçük pink'in(bu da küçük emrah gibi oldu) suratına bi tane yerleştiriverir. çok şerefsiz bir insandır kendisi.
hatta ben bi de sözlerini yazayım da tam olsun:
Money, get away
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team.
Money, get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.
Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.
(burada grup üyelerinin garip bi muhabbetine dahil oluruz)
'Hu huh! I was in the right!'
'Yes, absolutely in the right!'
'I certainly was in the right!'
'You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!'
'Yeah!'
'Why does anyone do anything?'
'I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!'
'I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out.'
bir space şarkısı.
bir moby şarkısı.
bir david guetta şarkısı.
bir barrett strong şarkısı.*
bir pink floyd şarkısı.
bir michael jackson şarkısı.
bir the flying lizards şarkısı.
bir antidote şarkısı.
bir serj tankian şarkısı.
Money!
All for money!
Save your money!
Hide your money!
Stuff your money!
Hump your money!
Keep your money!
All for money...!
Waning patience,
Peoples appetite,
Disposition,
This possession,
Dispossessed from all the attractions,
Dancing bears of eroticism,
Self-absorbed delusion,
Inclusion of dysfunction,
I now await the triumphant,
Lost baggage, train station...
The causes of ineptitude,
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude,
Can be traced to the tyranny of...
Money!
All for money!
Make your money!
Hide your money!
Stuff your money!
Hump your money!
Save your money!
All for money...!
My final surrender,
Away from inclusion,
I now await the triumphant,
Left baggage, train station...
The causes of ineptitude,
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude,
Can be taced to the tyranny of a down,
The causes of ineptitude,
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude,
Can be traced to the tyranny of...
Money!
All for money!
Make your money!
Hide your money!
Stuff your money!
Hump your money!
Save your money!
All for money!
serj tankian'ın ilk solo albümü elect the dead'in üçüncü parçası. önce piyanoydu, gitardı, gayet yumuşak bir giriş yapılıyor lakin otuz beşinci saniyede başlayan gaz nakaratıyla insanı biraz afallatıyor. onun dışında daha ağır aksak ilerleyen, muhteşem sözlere sahip bir şarkı olmuş. şahsen defalarca başa almak suretiyle dinledim. sezarın hakkını sezara vermek lazım, serj tankian iyi söz yazıyor&iyi müzisyen..
