hayvanlar gibi göç alan eski cennet şehir.Ağzına sıçtılar şehrin karı var meme var diye,gelinip görülcek bir yanı kalmadı her yer arap her yer esmer oldu.Nerden geldiyseniz oraya dönün hayvan adamlar,ırkçıyım da faşistim de satanikim de,istemiyoruz lan antalyada böyle insan.
pain of salvationin be albümünün 7. şarkısıdır.Müzikte ufkun genişleme çabasıdır bir yandan da yaşamdaki potansiyel anlamsizligi gösterir.Kanimca scarsicke de cuk oturabilecek bir şarkıdır.Aslinda daniel olanlar dişinda,kadin vokaller oldukça vurucudur.
(bkz: Sözlerini de yazayim tam olsun).
Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlöw
I. Mr. Money
Miss Mediocraty:
”Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here
Mr. Money:
Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I’m sorry
You’ve seen me on TV, I’m Mr. Money
Now you want someone to hold you
And call when you’re in town
Someone to calm you and confirm you
Well, I’m here...
...to let you down
‘Cause outside these sexy cars
And far from my trendy bars
Behind these smiles...
Miss Mediocraty:
"...maybe go someplace..."
Mr. Money:
...And sunscreen...
Miss Mediocraty:
"...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk!"
Mr. Money:
...And “Live the Dream!”s...
Miss Mediocraty:
"...and get to know each other..."
Mr. Money:
I am cold!
Miss Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr. Money:
And mean!
Miss Mediocraty:
"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!
...or bad...
...whatever you like!”
Mr. Money:
Daily Finance – that’s me in the Armani
Got
Three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris
I Could have bought a Third World country
With the riches that I’ve spent
But hey
All modern economics claim that I deserved
Every single cent
And the one time I’m the lesser half
Is when we split the tab
So here’s to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here’s to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...
But most of all...
Here’s to Me!
Here’s to Me!
Here’s to Me!
There will be nothing left...
So...
Here’s to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
Here’s to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take care of you)
Here’s to Me!
There will be nothing left...
Nothing left...
...for you
Dea Pecuniae:
"If you're looking for fulfillment
A Kingdom and a Crown
A Paradise of Free Rides
I am here...
...to let you down
I'll get you the sexy cars
And a taste of divinity
A glimpse of the Stars
Immortality
But then Vanity
Will leave you dried and scarred
(Mr. Money: That's right, oh, give it to me!)
Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: You'll take care of me)
Here's to Me!
To me"
II. Permanere
Mr. Money:
But then when it's silent
And the lights from the bars go down
I need comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep inside
Feelings of loss arise
And I hate to lose!
III: I Raise My Glass
They say it’s lonely at the top
Then I’m as lonely as can be
But I am not too sorry
You see, I’ve chosen this company
I got myself a winning team
It’s Me, Myself and I
You bet it’s lonely at the top old friends
And I’m here today to tell you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea Pecuniae
Money rules...
They claim that I get paid for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is just a lame excuse
For my egocentricity
They say that we're really the same you and I
And I truly do agree
You see
Just like me
You live for me
Until the day you die
And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility
To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts
To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environment
Or the poverty
Well, maybe not more than marginally anyway
Good for you!
And you know what?
Here's to you...
And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table
So let’s raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times – cause after all, let's face it; that’s the only "thank you" you will ever get
So come on now - raise your glasses!
Here’s to YOU
There will be nothing left - no!
Nothing left...
...but money
hayatimda en çok dinledigim albümdür belki de be.Her şarkısını onlarca kere bıkmadan dinlemiş,her dinleyişimde yeni tadlar yakalamişimdir.Hatta arttirarak şunu diyorum ki ergenligim sayilabilecek bir dönemde dinlemeye başladigim bu albüm şu anki hayat görüşümün ve inançlarimin oluşmasinda önemli rol oynamıştır.
* 01. Animae Partus
* 02. Deus Nova
* 03. Imago
* 04. Pluvius Aestivus
* 05. Lilium Cruentus
* 06. Nauticus
* 07. Dea Pecuniae
* 08. Vocari Dei
* 09. Diffidentia
* 10. Nihil Morari
* 11. Latericius Valete
* 12. Omni
* 13. Iter Impius
* 14. Martius/Nauticus II
* 15. Animae Partus II
kanimca daniel gildenlöwden sonra yaşayan en iyi müzisyen arjen lucassenin projesidir.50 tane birbirinden yetenek deposu insanin yazdigini söyleseler "heassiktir lan" diyecegim albümleri arjen abimiz nasil tek başina yapmaktadir anlamak güçtür.Ayrıca sadece 10 entry girilmiş olmasi ise az sonra yazacagim asosyallik yazimda önemli bir yer teşgil etmektedir.
sözlükteki en atheist en anti din adamı bile delirten başlıklardan biridir.Abim neden bulaşıyorsunuz birbirinize oturun adam gibi geçinelim böyle gereksiz sataşma da olmaz ki.Ateistsen islamcı dedigin skinde olmaz,müslümansan ateist pipini bağlamaz.kaç oldu lan artık bu
hatırlıyorum yakalanıp türkiyeye getirilirken buna eşlik eden ajanlardan birisi "abdullah öcalan memlekete hoşgeldin" diyerek dokundurma sanatını başarılı bir şekilde icra etmişti.Yanlız apo anlamamış olucak ki "hoşbulduk" diyip hafifçe öne eğilerek selam verdi.Böyle de şakacı böyle de komik bir adamdır arada hatırlar gülerim.
you tubeda şans eseri karşıma çıkan uzun zamandır en çok gülüp yarıldığım müzik videosudur efendim.klipte molly sims ,justin timberlake ve jamie lynn sigler ı bulundıran kliptir ayrıca.
lock eyes from across the room
down my drink while the rhythms boom
take your hand and skip the names
no need here for the silly games
make our way through the smoke and crowd
the club is the sky and i'm on your cloud
move in close as the lasers fly
our bodies touch and the angels cry
leave this place go back to yours
our lips first touch outside your doors
a whole night what we've got in store
whisper in my ear that you want some more
and i jizz in my pants
this really never happens you can take my word
i won't apologise, that's just absurd
mainly your fault for the way that you dance
and now i jizz in my pants
don't tell your friends or i'll say your a slut
plus its your fault, you were rubbing my butt
i'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus
now i'll go home and change
i need a few things from the grocery
do things alone now mostly
left me heart-broken not lookin' for love
surprised in my eyes when i looked above
the check-out counter and i saw her face
my heart stood still so did time and space
never felt that i could feel real again
but the look in her eyes said "i need a friend"
she turned to me that's when she said it
looked me dead in the face, asked "cash or credit?"
and i jizzed in my pants
it's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
but we're going to need a clean up on aisle three
and now i'm posed in an awkward stance
because i jizzed in my pants
to be fair you were flirting a lot
plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot
please stop acting like you're not impressed
one more thing, i'm gonna pay by cheque
last week - i saw a film
as i recall it was a horror film
walked outside into the rain
checked my phone and saw you rang
and i jizzed in my pants
speeding down the street when the red lights flash
need to get away need to make a dash
a song comes on that reminds me of you
and i jizz in my pants
the next day my alarm goes off
and i jizz in my pants
open my window and a breeze rolls in
and i jizz in my pants
when bruce willis was dead at the end of sixth sense
i jizzed in my pants
i just ate a grape and i jizzed in my pants
i went... jizzed in my pants
ok, seriously you guys, can we? ok?
i jizz right in my pants every time you're next to me
and when we're holding hands it's like having sex to me
you say i'm premature i just call it ecstasy
i wear a rubber at all times it's a necessity
1. introduction
2. furia taurina
3. truth
4. fife and drum
5. state of grace
6. hang 11
7. bite of the mosquito
8. keyboard improvisation
9. the rena song
10. gladiator
11. a tune
12. hourglass
şarkılarından oluşan.şarkı aralarında petrucci ve rudessin yaptıkları şakalarla yarıp bitirdigi,arkadaş ortamlarında çok makara adamlardır yahu diye anlatıldıgı albümdür.
eğer benim gibi size hiç bir katkısı olmayan bomboş filmlerden**** hoşlanıyorsanız kesinlikle kaçırlımaması gereken filmdir kesinlikle gidilip görülesidir.ama siz siz olun benim yaptığım gibi 7. sanatın derinlikleri hakkında tabiri caise bir bok anlamayan 2-3 kızla gitmeyin.Mahruz kaldıgım mızmızlanmanın haddi hesabı kalmadı ılan
