bugün
- bardak ticareti7
- herkese garip size normal gelen şeyler8
- arkadaşlar iyi geceler7
- şuan sözlükte fingirdeyen yazarlar7
- sözlükte elit zevkleri olan insan olmaması13
- kale3112'nin gece de artılaması5
- online kişi sayısının artık gözükmemesi4
- 2045 yılında ucan arabalar olacak mı sorunsalı4
- aklınıza gelen şarkı sözü8
- nervio4
- allah reisimizi başımızdan eksik etmesin2
- sosyal olarak başarısız insanlar5
- cinler bizim alemimize nasıl geçebiliyorlar4
- hikayenin kötü adamı olmak4
- dusan vlahovic2
- gece 3 te yatıp sabah 8 de işe gitmek3
- ahbap derneğine para kaptırıp elfida dinlemek3
- 00 00 da entrylerin sıfırlanma saçmalığı5
- şişman olmak istemeyenlere tavsiyeler7
- siber istihbaratta teknik derinlik4
- çok kitap okuyanı eleştirmek6
- arkadaşlar ben sarhoş oldum3
- düğünde yemek yiyen davetliden para isteyen damat6
- çerçeve yasa31
- tomşak dudaklı kezo4
- gece gece yarım ekmek sucuklu tost gömmek3
- fingirdek erkek2
- türbede dua etmenin şirk olması13
- perseid göktaşı yağmuru3
- birazdan yer yerinden oynayacak10
- kızlar çabuk bakar mısınız4
- ekşi sözlük referans19
- azrail gelse ona ne derdiniz13
- sözlük kızlarının çok sıkıcı olması3
- acıktım lan3
- g i l d e d l i l y10
- arkadaşlar aranızda rüya tabiri yapabilen var mı3
- recep ivedik'in yoga yapması2
- memleketime şiir3
- casperlar daltonlar redkitler şirinler6
- eve yarasa girmesi3
- 12 ağustos 2026 güneş tutulması9
- sözlük kızı ile kavga etmek13
- kitap okuma alışkanlığı4
- ipsala vs kapıkule3
- hiçbir servet zamanı satın alamaz20
- sokakta öpüşmek7
- yurt dışı çıkış harcı8
- bir kadın tarafından hükmedilmeyi istemek4
- birazdan geliyorum2
REM'in around the sun(2004) adlı albümünden çok hoş bir şarkı. Sözleri şöyledir:
You know where I come from
you know what I feel
you're Yul Brenner Westworld
reporting from the field.
I threw it into reverse,
made a motion to repeal.
You kicked my legs from under me,
and tried to take the wheel.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
but everyone is humming a song
that I don't understand.
now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
the basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
the milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
that I have just begun to understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
but everyone is humming a song
that I don't understand.
the rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
a rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down.
we're armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
we can't approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
and speak a language we don't understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong
but everyone is humming a song
that I don't understand.
[prop up The Omega Man, we're primed for victory,
God gave us the upper hand, there's honor among thieves.
temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
the top's down on the T-Bird, we're the children of the free]
storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
destroy the things that I don't understand
destroy the things that I don't understand.
You know where I come from
you know what I feel
you're Yul Brenner Westworld
reporting from the field.
I threw it into reverse,
made a motion to repeal.
You kicked my legs from under me,
and tried to take the wheel.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
but everyone is humming a song
that I don't understand.
now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
the basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
the milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
that I have just begun to understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
but everyone is humming a song
that I don't understand.
the rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
a rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down.
we're armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
we can't approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
and speak a language we don't understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong
but everyone is humming a song
that I don't understand.
[prop up The Omega Man, we're primed for victory,
God gave us the upper hand, there's honor among thieves.
temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
the top's down on the T-Bird, we're the children of the free]
storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
destroy the things that I don't understand
destroy the things that I don't understand.
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