Konserlerine gideli yillar oluyor ama aklimda kalan konserlerdendir. Konserlerinde cok farkli bir hava estiriyorlardi, sanki Hindistan yeni gelmis Beatles grubu gibilerdi. Sahne tasarimi Hindistan motifleriyle dolu, grubu beklerken arka fonda hidistanin mistik muzikleri, dinlemek bile insanin basini dumanliyordu... Hatta seyirciler bile 68lerden firlamis gibiydiler, sarkilari haric her sey o donemden cikmis gibiydi. Millet cekip cekip birbirine pas ediyor, sakallar saclar uzun, bakimsiz, daginik tam TV de gordugumuz 68 ortami idi. Ortam o kadar iyi ve insanlar o kadar sicak ve iciceydi ki belki bu yuzden abimle konserlerine gitmeme o zamanlar pisman olmustum cunku abim kizar diye fazla kaynansamamistim etrafla. Abimle ikimiz sasirmistik 68li gorunumlu olmalarina ama sarkilari ortamla uyusmuyordu daha dogrusu sanirim abimden dolayi ben uyasamamamistim yine de degisik bir tecrube olmustu...
O kadar super bir grup degil ama liseden beri begenerek dinlerim. ''Three Snakes & One Charm'' ve ''Amorica'' albumlerinin kapaklari ne kadar etkileyici ise de pek ise yaramaz albumler bence, yine de diger albumlerinde kayda deger sarkilar bulmak mumkun. Hele hele ''Shake Your Money Maker'' albumundeki sarkilarina, ozellikle ''SHE TALKS TO ANGELS'' sarkisina, bayilirim. Tavsiye de ederim.
Sarki sozleriyle pek alakasi yok ama bu sarkiyi dionleyerek pencereden disariyi izlmeyi cok seveirm hele baharlari, bana lisede zamanlarinda odadamdan disari izledigim gunleri hatirlatir, hatta arkadaslarim misafir geldikleri onlarda disariyi zilerlerdi bu sarkiyla :) belki disariyi izlettiren bilinmedik bir havasi var ya da angles (melekler) demesi biinc altindan bulatlara kaydiriyor gozlerimizi.
She never mentions the word addiction In certain company Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night, now Pulls those shades down tight Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes, The pain’s gonna make everything alright
Says she talks to angels, They call her out by her name She talks to angels, Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket She wears a cross around her neck Yes, the hair is from a little boy And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet
Says she talks to angels, Says they all know her name Oh yeah, she talks to angels, Says they call her out by her name
She don’t know no lover, None that I ever seen Yes, to her that ain’t nothing But to me, yeah me, It’s everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now She pulls those shades down tight Oh yeah, there’s a smile when the pain comes, The pain’s gonna make everything alright, alright yeah
She talks to angels, Says they call her out by her name Oh yeah, yeah, angels Call her out by her name Oh, angels They call her out by her name Oh, she talks to angels They call her out Yeah, they call her out Don’t you know that they call her out by her name
Konserlerine gideli yillar oluyor ama aklimda kalan konserlerdendir. Konserlerinde cok farkli bir hava estiriyorlardi, sanki Hindistan yeni gelmis Beatles grubu gibilerdi. Sahne tasarimi Hindistan motifleriyle dolu, grubu beklerken arka fonda hidistanin mistik muzikleri, dinlemek bile insanin basini dumanliyordu... Hatta seyirciler bile 68lerden firlamis gibiydiler, sarkilari haric her sey o donemden cikmis gibiydi. Millet cekip cekip birbirine pas ediyor, sakallar saclar uzun, bakimsiz, daginik tam TV de gordugumuz 68 ortami idi. Ortam o kadar iyi ve insanlar o kadar sicak ve iciceydi ki belki bu yuzden abimle konserlerine gitmeme o zamanlar pisman olmustum cunku abim kizar diye fazla kaynansamamistim etrafla. Abimle ikimiz sasirmistik 68li gorunumlu olmalarina ama sarkilari ortamla uyusmuyordu daha dogrusu sanirim abimden dolayi ben uyasamamamistim yine de degisik bir tecrube olmustu...
O kadar super bir grup degil ama liseden beri begenerek dinlerim. ''Three Snakes & One Charm'' ve ''Amorica'' albumlerinin kapaklari ne kadar etkileyici ise de pek ise yaramaz albumler bence, yine de diger albumlerinde kayda deger sarkilar bulmak mumkun. Hele hele ''Shake Your Money Maker'' albumundeki sarkilarina, ozellikle ''SHE TALKS TO ANGELS'' sarkisina, bayilirim. Tavsiye de ederim.
Sarki sozleriyle pek alakasi yok ama bu sarkiyi dionleyerek pencereden disariyi izlmeyi cok seveirm hele baharlari, bana lisede zamanlarinda odadamdan disari izledigim gunleri hatirlatir, hatta arkadaslarim misafir geldikleri onlarda disariyi zilerlerdi bu sarkiyla :) belki disariyi izlettiren bilinmedik bir havasi var ya da angles (melekler) demesi biinc altindan bulatlara kaydiriyor gozlerimizi.
SHE TALKS TO ANGELS
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes,
The pain’s gonna make everything alright
Says she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet
Says she talks to angels,
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
She don’t know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her that ain’t nothing
But to me, yeah me,
It’s everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there’s a smile when the pain comes,
The pain’s gonna make everything alright, alright yeah
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, they call her out
Don’t you know that they call her out by her name