bugün
- ak partiliyi çok fena döven chp belediye başkanı14
- kalbin sadece bir kişiyi seveceği saçmalığı10
- arkadaşlar biri var18
- birini donuzlayarak ceza vermek8
- karınıza range rover alır mısınız25
- bik bik moderatör olsun14
- bir sözlük kızı ile yakınlaşmak13
- kent lokantası niye bedava değil demek22
- boşuna yaşıyorum hissi18
- anın görüntüsü15
- 22 şubat 2024 sparta prag galatasaray maçı13
- ülkeleri hükümetler değil kişiler kalkındırır8
- avrupanın yarrağı yemesi yakındır19
- evlilik17
- patiswiss15
- akp seçmeni15
- ali erbaş19
- manyak olmaya karar verdim silik olsun kampanyası13
- escort fiyatlarının güncellenmesi12
- diyanet işleri başkanına audi 6 tahsis edilmesi11
- modern kadinin ucuz ve kolay ulasilabilir olmasi17
- icardi1905 silik olsun kampanyası27
- türkiyede çok abartılan arabalar9
- nervio'ya aşık olmak10
- balayını italyada yapmak isteyen nişanlı14
- futbolcu ismiyle nick almak14
- chp'li o tekin'in öcalan'ın fotosu ile pozu37
- demet akalın'ın zeka seviyesi12
- gina carano9
- icardi19059
- türkiye işçi partisi10
- çin halk cumhuriyeti8
- ellerim bos gonlum hos9
- bir kadında ilk baktığınız yer neresi18
- 31 mart 2024 cumhuriyet halk partisinin zaferi8
- sözlük kızlarının don renkleri14
- aynı dizileri tekrar tekrar izlemek8
- karımın çok mutlu olacağı gerçeği13
- kadınların boşanmış erkeğe bakışı9
- merfulu8
- sözlük kızlarının ayakkabıları18
- 23 nisan ulusal egemenlik ve çocuk bayramı9
- akrep burcu8
- yakışıklı erkeği çirkin gösterecek şeyler15
- türk kızlarının beğenmediği erkek tipi9
- eloande'ye koca buluyoruz kampanyası8
- her yaptığı yemeği paylaşan kızın amacı10
- murat kurum kurudu gitti8
- haçta iken sevgili ile sevişmek günah mıdır11
- yunanistan bizden çalsa rahatsız olmayacağınız şey11
bence dipten önce dinlenebilecek en güzel şarkılardan biri. bright eyes şarkısıdır kendisi. klibinde uçak düşeriken yolcular son anlarının tadını çıkarmaya bakarlar. tümö dertler unutulmuştur, belki de hayat en güzel hediyedir. *
so there was this women and
she was on an airplane and
she's flying to meet her fiancé
sailing high above the largest ocean
on planet earth and she was seated
next to this man who you know
she had tried to start a conversation
but really the only thing
she heard him say was to order his bloody mary
and she's sitting there and she's reading
this really arduous magazine article about this
third world country that she couldn't
even pronounce the name of and
she's feeling very bored and very despondent
and then uh suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
and they started just falling thirty thousand feet
and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying,
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, oh my god, i'm sorry"
and apologizing and she looks at the man and she says, "where are we going" and he looks at her and he says, "we're going to a party, it's a birthday party.
it's your birthday party, happy birthday darling.
we love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much." and then he starts humming this little tune and it kind of goes like this:
one, two, one, two, three, four
we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
we must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
and to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare
we must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
and in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
we must sing, we must sing, we must sing
and it'll go like this
while my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
he says, "death will give us back to god,
just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean."
and then they splashed into the deep blue sea
it was a wonderful splash
we must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
we must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
and to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
we must run, we must run, we must run
we must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
and in the caverns of tomorrow with our flashlights and our love
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
and then we'll get down there,
way down to the very bottom of everything
and then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
oh my morning's coming back
the whole worlds waking up
oh the city bus is swimming past
i'm happy just because
i found out i am really no one
so there was this women and
she was on an airplane and
she's flying to meet her fiancé
sailing high above the largest ocean
on planet earth and she was seated
next to this man who you know
she had tried to start a conversation
but really the only thing
she heard him say was to order his bloody mary
and she's sitting there and she's reading
this really arduous magazine article about this
third world country that she couldn't
even pronounce the name of and
she's feeling very bored and very despondent
and then uh suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
and they started just falling thirty thousand feet
and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying,
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, oh my god, i'm sorry"
and apologizing and she looks at the man and she says, "where are we going" and he looks at her and he says, "we're going to a party, it's a birthday party.
it's your birthday party, happy birthday darling.
we love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much." and then he starts humming this little tune and it kind of goes like this:
one, two, one, two, three, four
we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
we must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
and to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare
we must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
and in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
we must sing, we must sing, we must sing
and it'll go like this
while my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
he says, "death will give us back to god,
just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean."
and then they splashed into the deep blue sea
it was a wonderful splash
we must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
we must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
and to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
we must run, we must run, we must run
we must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
and in the caverns of tomorrow with our flashlights and our love
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
and then we'll get down there,
way down to the very bottom of everything
and then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
oh my morning's coming back
the whole worlds waking up
oh the city bus is swimming past
i'm happy just because
i found out i am really no one
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