roger waters'ın 2017 çıkışlı inanılmaz güzellikteki konsept albümünden diğerlerine nazaran daha hareketli ve diğerleri kadar güzel olan bir parçasıdır. bir de yalnızca bana mı öyle geldi bilmiyorum ama ufak bir yerinde have a cigar'dan sanki birazcık değiştirilmiş bir kısım var gibi.
There's a mad dog pulling at his chain
A hint of danger in his eye
Alarm bells raging 'round his brain
And a chimney smoking in the sky
Wake up
Wake up and smell the roses
Close your eyes and pray this wind don't change
There's nothing but screams in the field of dreams
Nothing but hope at the end of the rope
Nothing but gold in the chimney smoke
Come on honey, it's real money
This is the room where they make the explosives
Where they put your name on the bomb
Here's where they bury the "buts" and the "ifs" and
scratch out words like "right" and "wrong"
Wake up
Wake up and smell the phosphorus
This is the room we keep the human hair
Don't ask don't tell, it could mean a loss for us
Yeah, a little less cash in the stash
in the cupboard at the bottom of the stair -
Money, honey
Wake up
Wake up and smell the bacon
Run your greasy fingers through her hair
This is the life that you have taken
Just a line in the captain's log
Just a whine from a resident dog
Another kid didn't make the grade
Come on honey, it's a fair trade
Wake up
Wake up and smell the roses
Throw her photo on the funeral pyre, yeah
Now we can forget the threat she poses
Girl you know you couldn't get much higher
The part that is envious
Cold hearted and devious
Greedy, mischievous
Global, colonial
Bloodthirsty, blind
Mindless and cheap
Focused on borders
And slaughter and sheep
Burning of books
Bulldozing of homes
Giving to targeted killing with drones
Lethal injections
Arrest without trial
Monocular vision
Gangrene and slime
Unction, sarcasm
Common assault
Self-satisfied heroic killers
Lifted on high
Piracy adverts
Acid attacks
On women by bullies
And perverts and hacks
The rigging of ballots
And the buying of power
Lies from the pulpit
Rape in the shower
Mute, indifferent
Feeling no shame
Portly, important
Leering, deranged
Sat in the corner
Watching TV
Deaf to the cries of
Children in pain
Dead to the world
Just watching the game
Watching endless repeats -
Out of sight, out of mind
Silence, indifference:
The ultimate crime
But when I met you
That part of me died
Bring me a bowl
To bathe her feet in
Bring me my final cigarette
It would be better by far to die in her arms
Than to linger
In a lifetime of regret
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains
Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder
Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the keys
Oh, picture that...
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There's no such thing as being too greedy
Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
Show me the shy slow smile you keep hidden by warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
And wonder at love's sweet ache
And the wild beat of my heart
Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart
And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
She was taking a last look at the sea
Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells
While bathing belles soft beneath hard bitten shells
Punch their iPhones, erasing the numbers of redundant lovers
And search the horizon
And you'll find my child, down by the shore
Digging around for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
[Intro: Donald Trump]
So, as an example, you’re CNN. I mean it’s story, after story, after story is bad. I won. I won. And the other thing, chaos. There’s zero chaos. We are running. This is a fine-tuned mach-
[Verse 1: Roger Waters]
The goose has gotten fat
On caviar in fancy bars
And subprime loans
And broken homes
Is this the life, the holy grail?
It’s not enough that we succeed
We still need others to fail
[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
Fear, fear drives the mills of modern man
Fear keeps us all in line
Fear of all those foreigners
Fear of all their crimes
Is this the life we really want? (Want, want, want, want)
It surely must be so
For this is a democracy and what we all say goes
[Verse 3: Roger Waters]
And every time a student is run over by a tank
And every time a pirate’s dog is forced to walk the plank
Every time a Russian bride is advertised for sale
And every time a journalist is left to rot in jail
Every time a young girl’s life is casually spent
And every time a nincompoop becomes the president
Every time somebody dies reaching for their keys
And every time that Greenland falls in the fucking sea is because
All of us, the blacks and whites
Chicanos, Asians, every type of ethnic group
Even folks from Guadeloupe, the old, the young
Toothless hags, super models, actors, fags, bleeding hearts
Football stars, men in bars, washerwomen, tailors, tarts
Grandmas, grandpas, uncles, aunts
Friends, relations, homeless tramps
Clerics, truckers, cleaning ladies
Ants – maybe not ants
Why not ants?
Well because its true
The ants don’t have enough IQ to differentiate between
The pain that other people feel
And well, for instance, cutting leaves
Or crawling across windowsills in search of open treacle tins
So, like the ants, are we just dumb?
Is that why we don’t feel or see?
Or are we all just numbed out on reality TV?
[Outro: Roger Waters]
So, every time the curtain falls
Every time the curtain falls on some forgotten life
It is because we all stood by, silent and indifferent
It's normal
dumlupınar üniversitesi fizyoterapi öğrencilerinin yaptığı ayakta gidenler için bir emniyet kemeri uygulamasıdır. hoş bir fikir umarım her ilde yaygınlaşır.
Eskiden sevdiğim bir arkadaşıma sevdiği müzik tarzında (opera) bir dvd vermiştim, uzun bir süre geri gelmedi, sonra sormaya başladığımda bilgisayar ya da dvd oynatıcı bulur bulmaz izleyeceğini söyledi, yine bekledim ve bir gün yolum evine düştü beni içeri aldı odasına geçtiğimde dvd'm yerde üzerinde ise kedisinin kakası vardı yerden dvd yi almak için eğildim fakat hızlı bir hamle yaparak elimden alıp pişkinlikle o artık işe yaramaz diyip çöpe attı ve ben sana alırım dedi. Moralim bozuldu fakat tamam dedim çıktım. Şimdi ne dvd var ne arayıp sorduğu, aman aramasın da zaten öyle insan. Ve dvd ise çok nadirdi. Şu anda ebay d&r gittigidiyor vs gibi sitelerin hiçbirinde yok. Diyeceğim o ki asla kimseye ödünç bir şey vermeyin sizden başka değerini bilen olmuyor.
oldukça duygulu sözleriyle ve klibi ile sizi üzüntüye boğacak bir moby parçasıdır.
sözler:
Put me on the train, send me back to my home
Couldn't live without you when I tried to roam
Put me by the windows, let me see outside
Look at all the places where all my family died
Where all my family died, all my family died
All my family died
Leave me by the churchyard, leave me on my own
The storm will come and take me back to my old home
Put me by the window, let me see outside
Look at all the places where all my family died
All my family died, all my family died
All my family died
Put me on the train, send me back to my home
Put me on the train, send me back to my home
Put me on the train, send me back to my home
Put me on the train, send me back to my home
Put me on the train, send me back to my home
Put me on the train, send me back to my home
"Wot's... Uh the Deal?" Pink Floyd'un 1972 yapım Obscured by Clouds adlı 7. albümünün 1. diskinin 5. şarkısıdır. Bu kadar hoş sözleri ve hoş bir solosu olan bir şarkıya hiç entry girilmemesine şaşırdım doğrusu.
....
Hear me shout 'come on in, what's the news and where you been?
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old.
....
Beni dinle 'içeri gel, ne var ne yok ve nerelerdeydin?
Çünkü ruhumda kalan rüzgar yok
Ve yaşlandım.
kaykay sürmesemde benimdir. bazı fotoğraflar, şarkılar,resimler ve sözler oluyor ki paylaşmadan duramıyorum, ayrıca kendi ağzınızın tadında blogları takip ettiğinizde tadından yenmeyen bir platforma dönüşüyor. tavsiye edilir.
edit: başlık sahibi kaçınca başlık başa kaldı. tekerleme oldu resmen lan.
Nuri Bilge Ceylan'ın Kış Uykusu adlı filminde kullandığı, özellikle en etkileyici sahnelerinde bir anda çalmaya başlayan ve sizi depresifliğe sürükleyen Schubert sonatıdır.
Yaptığım olaydır. Aslında pek de hoş değildir eskiden tombala oynar meyve-çekirdek yer tv de yılbaşı özel programları seyreder geri sayım yapar öyle girerdik ama şimdi... çok klişe bir laf olacak ama 'nerde o eski yıl başları.'
