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'alright still' albümündeki tüm şarkılarına bayıldığım İngiliz şarkıcı.knock 'em out şarkısının sözleri şöyledir:

alright so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone.
you're just doing your own thing and some one comes out the blue,
they're like,
'alright'
he's saying,
'yeah can i take your digits? '
and you're like, 'no not in a million years, you're nasty
please leave me alone.'

cut to the pub on a lads night out,
man at the bar cos it was his shout,
clocks this bird and she looks ok,
caught him looking and she walks his way,
'alright darlin, you gonna buy us a drink then? '
'err no, but i was thinking of buying one for your friend...'

she's got no taste hand on his waste, tries to pull away but her lips on his face,
'if you insist i'll have a white wine spritzer'
'sorry love, but you ain't a pretty picture.'

can't knock em out, can't walk away,
try desperately to think of the politest way to say,
just get out my face, just leave me alone,
and no you cant have me number,
'why? '
because i've lost my phone.

oh yeah, actually yeah i'm pregnant, having a baby in like 6 months so no, and yeah, yeah...

'i recognise this guy...'
that's what she's thinking,
as he comes over her heart starts sinking,
she's like,
'oh here we go..'
it's a routine check that she already knows, she's thinking they're all the same.

'yeah you alright baby? you look alright still, yeah what's your name? '
she looks in her bag, takes out a fag, tries to get away from the guy on a blag, can't find a light,
'use mine'
'you see the thing is i really don't have the time.'

go away now, let me go,
are you stupid? or just a little slow?
go away now i've made myself clear,
nah it's not gonna happen,
not in a a million years,

Cem Uzan'a 'ama o en azından Amerika'yı dolandırdı' diyerekten oy vermeyin...gibi bir cümleyi yeni seçim propagandalarında kullanan parti.

arazisi yıllık 109 milyar bedelle Fenerbahçe'ye kiralanan okul.

Önce sosyoloji okumaya başlamış sonra sosyolojiyi yarıda bırakıp uçak mühendisliğinden diploma almış, ardından baba mesleği askerliği seçerek Kosova'da çalışmış ve huzuru müzikte bulmuş İngiliz.Türk ordusundan da back to bedlam tarzı albümler beklemek hakkımızdır artık =)

'say hi to Turkey':P
değişmez repliği =)

'Mutlu aşk yoktur.'
L.AragoN

i sit in one of the dives
on fifty-second street
uncertain and afraid
as the clever hopes expire
of a low dishonest decade:
waves of anger and fear
circulate over the bright
and darkened lands of the earth,
obsessing our private lives;
the unmentionable odour of death
offends the september night.

accurate scholarship can
unearth the whole offence
from luther until now
that has driven a culture mad,
find what occurred at linz,
what huge imago made
a psychopathic god:
i and the public know
what all schoolchildren learn,
those to whom evil is done
do evil in return.

exiled thucydides knew
all that a speech can say
about democracy,
and what dictators do,
the elderly rubbish they talk
to an apathetic grave;
analysed all in his book,
the enlightenment driven away,
the habit-forming pain,
mismanagement and grief:
we must suffer them all again.

into this neutral air
where blind skyscrapers use
their full height to proclaim
the strength of collective man,
each language pours its vain
competitive excuse:
but who can live for long
in an euphoric dream;
out of the mirror they stare,
imperialism's face
and the international wrong.

faces along the bar
cling to their average day:
the lights must never go out,
the music must always play,
all the conventions conspire
to make this fort assume
the furniture of home;
lest we should see where we are,
lost in a haunted wood,
children afraid of the night
who have never been happy or good.

the windiest militant trash
important persons shout
is not so crude as our wish:
what mad nijinsky wrote
about diaghilev
is true of the normal heart;
for the error bred in the bone
* of each woman and each man
craves what it cannot have,
not universal love
but to be loved alone. *

from the conservative dark
into the ethical life
the dense commuters come,
repeating their morning vow;
'i will be true to the wife,
i'll concentrate more on my work,'
and helpless governors wake
to resume their compulsory game:
who can release them now,
who can reach the deaf,
who can speak for the dumb?

all i have is a voice
to undo the folded lie,
the romantic lie in the brain
of the sensual man-in-the-street
and the lie of authority
whose buildings grope the sky:
there is no such thing as the state
and no one exists alone;
hunger allows no choice
to the citizen or the police;
we must love one another or die.

defenceless under the night
our world in stupor lies;
yet, dotted everywhere,
ironic points of light
flash out wherever the just
exchange their messages:
may i, composed like them
of eros and of dust,
beleaguered by the same
negation and despair,
show an affirming flame.

w.h. auden

izledikten sonra güzel bir konu ancak böyle harcanabilir diyebileceğiniz film.Orjinal adı parfüme zannedersem...

'sometimes you can't make it on your own....'

Gitarın dilinden en iyi anlayan sanatçılardan bir tanesidir.