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oyunu önceden okuma anlamına gelir. fm'de forvetler ve ofansif ortasahalar için önemli bir özelliktir.
davul ve gitarına hayran bırakan chevelle point 1 albümündeki şarkı.
this anticipation
seen in you
as you prepare for new life
dont forget your war
the cuts on his hands, speak a little louder
he takes that side, and lets you know
and whats in his speech, hands cover face
yeah whats in his, you cover your face
now youre anticipating
what went wrong
in this world we fall back into
just isnt strong
the cuts on his hands, made way to his face
these spoke all the louder, my silent regret
i show that side, the pride of life
wont let go.
hele ki "face,face,face" diye nakarat kısmındaki müziğin artımı ve gırtlak parçalarcasına yapılan bağırış, böğürme ömre ömür katar.
this anticipation
seen in you
as you prepare for new life
dont forget your war
the cuts on his hands, speak a little louder
he takes that side, and lets you know
and whats in his speech, hands cover face
yeah whats in his, you cover your face
now youre anticipating
what went wrong
in this world we fall back into
just isnt strong
the cuts on his hands, made way to his face
these spoke all the louder, my silent regret
i show that side, the pride of life
wont let go.
hele ki "face,face,face" diye nakarat kısmındaki müziğin artımı ve gırtlak parçalarcasına yapılan bağırış, böğürme ömre ömür katar.
ilk olarak ellis bell ismiyle basılan, emily bronte şiiri.
How beautiful the earth is still,
To thee--how full of happiness?
How little fraught with real ill,
Or unreal phantoms of distress!
How spring can bring thee glory, yet,
And summer win thee to forget
December's sullen time!
Why dost thou hold the treasure fast,
Of youth's delight, when youth is past,
And thou art near thy prime?
When those who were thy own compeers,
Equals in fortune and in years,
Have seen their morning melt in tears,
To clouded, smileless day;
Blest, had they died untried and young,
Before their hearts went wandering wrong,--
Poor slaves, subdued by passions strong,
A weak and helpless prey!
'Because, I hoped while they enjoyed,
And by fulfilment, hope destroyed;
As children hope, with trustful breast,
I waited bliss--and cherished rest.
A thoughtful spirit taught me soon,
That we must long till life be done;
That every phase of earthly joy
Must always fade, and always cloy:
'This I foresaw--and would not chase
The fleeting treacheries;
But, with firm foot and tranquil face,
Held backward from that tempting race,
Gazed o'er the sands the waves efface,
To the enduring seas--
There cast my anchor of desire
Deep in unknown eternity;
Nor ever let my spirit tire,
With looking for WHAT IS TO BE!
"It is hope's spell that glorifies,
Like youth, to my maturer eyes,
All Nature's million mysteries,
The fearful and the fair--
Hope soothes me in the griefs I know;
She lulls my pain for others' woe,
And makes me strong to undergo
What I am born to bear.
Glad comforter! will I not brave,
Unawed, the darkness of the grave?
Nay, smile to hear Death's billows rave--
Sustained, my guide, by thee?
The more unjust seems present fate,
The more my spirit swells elate,
Strong, in thy strength, to anticipate
Rewarding destiny!
How beautiful the earth is still,
To thee--how full of happiness?
How little fraught with real ill,
Or unreal phantoms of distress!
How spring can bring thee glory, yet,
And summer win thee to forget
December's sullen time!
Why dost thou hold the treasure fast,
Of youth's delight, when youth is past,
And thou art near thy prime?
When those who were thy own compeers,
Equals in fortune and in years,
Have seen their morning melt in tears,
To clouded, smileless day;
Blest, had they died untried and young,
Before their hearts went wandering wrong,--
Poor slaves, subdued by passions strong,
A weak and helpless prey!
'Because, I hoped while they enjoyed,
And by fulfilment, hope destroyed;
As children hope, with trustful breast,
I waited bliss--and cherished rest.
A thoughtful spirit taught me soon,
That we must long till life be done;
That every phase of earthly joy
Must always fade, and always cloy:
'This I foresaw--and would not chase
The fleeting treacheries;
But, with firm foot and tranquil face,
Held backward from that tempting race,
Gazed o'er the sands the waves efface,
To the enduring seas--
There cast my anchor of desire
Deep in unknown eternity;
Nor ever let my spirit tire,
With looking for WHAT IS TO BE!
"It is hope's spell that glorifies,
Like youth, to my maturer eyes,
All Nature's million mysteries,
The fearful and the fair--
Hope soothes me in the griefs I know;
She lulls my pain for others' woe,
And makes me strong to undergo
What I am born to bear.
Glad comforter! will I not brave,
Unawed, the darkness of the grave?
Nay, smile to hear Death's billows rave--
Sustained, my guide, by thee?
The more unjust seems present fate,
The more my spirit swells elate,
Strong, in thy strength, to anticipate
Rewarding destiny!
blonde redhead şarkısıdır.
sözleri ise şöyledir,
Anticipate and evaluate
What he thought
And what I thought before
You're broken like me
Like me before
Dark place is your place
I take dark drive to your place
You're staring me
You're staring with your inside eyes
Knowing you, knowing me
I am deeply sorry
You're broken maybe baby
Maybe it didn't happen
Maybe all of this would go away
And if we're ever young again
He''ll anticipate
We'll evaluate
sözleri ise şöyledir,
Anticipate and evaluate
What he thought
And what I thought before
You're broken like me
Like me before
Dark place is your place
I take dark drive to your place
You're staring me
You're staring with your inside eyes
Knowing you, knowing me
I am deeply sorry
You're broken maybe baby
Maybe it didn't happen
Maybe all of this would go away
And if we're ever young again
He''ll anticipate
We'll evaluate
Blonde redhead in 2004 yılında çıkardıkları en efsane albümleri Misery is A Butterfly da yer alan bir çalışmadır. Bu albümü defalarca dinlememe rağmen neden bu şarkıyı atladığımı bir türlü anlayamadım. Ta ki tesadüf eseri bu canlı performanslarını izleyene dek. Kazu makino elinde bir beyaz gibson sg ile her zamanki gibi klavyesi başındadır. Eşsiz güzelliği ve büyüleyici sesi bu performansta da alır götürür. Her ne kadar boktan gitar çalıyor olsa da onun parmaklarından çıkan tonları duymak yeter. 1.46 da koluyla burnunu siler. garip ama o ne yapsa hoş geliyor bana.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHAhV9gRK1g&feature=related
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHAhV9gRK1g&feature=related
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