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the blower s daughter

tayfa75
#532181 entry de bahsi gecen

did i say that i loathe you?
did i say that i want to
leave it all behind?


kismini lisa hannigan denen melegimsi hatunun seslendirdigi, duzeltiyorum enfes seslendirdigi, icli bir damien rice parcasi.

the power of one

tayfa75
bir sonata arctica parcasi.

“my father’s land, my mother’s tongue
misleading me so shamelessly
for many years i misbelieved
the hatred is the path for me..”

father i have killed many angels,
i think
i will now walk to the sea.
i hope i will someday forgive me
please moor
my empty boat on a pier

i can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
but i seem to forget that we are all the same.

in your own blaze of hate you’ve spawned the fear in many lives
you’ve taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.
you cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside this mind
you now collapse, cave-in revealing scabby marks of life

mother i’ve seen too much, i hate to live my life.
forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
i have to find my eden now, the gates i left behind.
but the pain will remain.
no power to gain.

now i have time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
i saw the colors too bright, not knowing that i was blind.
i slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
the map i draw reveals that i have been complete, machine, in team.

father i’ve seen too much, i hate to live my life.
forgot every word you told me. stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
i have to find my eden now, the gates i left behind.
the pain will remain.
no power to gain. no!

mother where’s your son.
when has this begun?
who has been the fool?

no one was born to be a servant or a slave.
who can tell me the color of the rain?
in the world that we live in, the things said and done
they can well overrun
the power of one!

(solo guitar)

no one was born to be a servant or a slave.
can you tell me the color of the rain?
in the world that we live in, the things said and done
they can well overrun
the power of one.

to live and let die
to give hope and take life
is that what you’re here for?

to think that you are right
to make sure it won’t fly
is the making of a hate crime

in the lands of the brave,
in the homes of the land slaves,
we are all the same

i need to believe.
there’s more than the eye can see
all colors of rainbow.

no one was born to be a slave
seek the past and place the blame
tell me the color of the rain
no one was born to be a master

in the land we live, we die
praise the oneness, praise the lie
to bind a web around the faker
we will need a true
rainmaker

no one was born to be a slave
seek the past and place the blame
tell me the color of the rain
no one was born to be a master

"children of abel, children of cain
can live in harmony, without shame
the keys that i grant thee, the sacred land
are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
without the water, the wisdom of past
will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
thus now when i leave you, i’m truly blind
this blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind...

i m a believer

tayfa75
neil diamond’ in yazdigi bir the monkees parcasidir.

i thought love was only true in fairy tales
meant for someone else but not for me.
love was out to get me
that’s the way it seemed.
disappointment haunted all my dreams.

then i saw her face, now i’m a believer
not a trace of doubt in my mind.
i’m in love, i’m a believer!
i couldn’t leave her if i tried.

i thought love was more or less a given thing,
seems the more i gave the less i got.
what’s the use in tryin’?
all you get is pain.
when i needed sunshine i got rain.

then i saw her face, now i’m a believer
not a trace of doubt in my mind.
i’m in love, i’m a believer!
i couldn’t leave her if i tried

a day before tomorrow

tayfa75
bir brainstorm parcasidir.


me, i m singing
me, i m riding
to the place where dreams are hiding
kids are kidding, mothers forbiding
songs under my wing
angels lighting
demons fighting
gold and silver blinding, blinding
stop or go
sayyesorno
its a day before tomorrow

the world is small and we are one
we all are fathers of our sons
it s not regretting what we ve done
on a day before tomorrow

me, i m telling
me i m yelling
all the dreams i bought while sailing
peace and protection,
green grass without elections,
souls
there s no perfection
angels lighting
demons fighting
gold and silver blinding, blinding
stop or go
sayyesorno
its a day before tomorrow

someone will always care for you
and there are lies and there is true
and so, what else is there to do
on a day before tomorrow

the world is small and we are one
we all are fathers of our sons
it s not regretting what we ve done
on a day before tomorrow

on a day before tomorrow

herkes kendi tercihini yaşar

tayfa75
farkindalik onemlidir.

her an, biri ile bir digeri arasinda yapilmasi gereken tercihler konur onumuze. yasamak da bir tercih sonucudur. var ya da yok olmak da. yoklugun bugunden yarina ve ya bir diger gune ertelenmesi de. onemli olan yapilan tercihlerin ve bu tercihlerin sonuclarinin farkinda olmak. neyi tercih ettigini bilmek, bilerek bir tercih belirtmek. olasi sonuclara gozunu kapatmamak.

pismanlik da bir tercih meselesidir. kisi daha oncesinde olasiliklara gozunu kapatmissa, huzunlu sonlarin genel sonucudur.

kisaca; hayat bir tercihler butunudur.
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