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gavin friday’ in each man kills the thing he loves albümünde yer alan bir şarkıdır;

you take away the sun for me. every time you walk away from me. you take away … i’m alone … come home … you’ve taken everything from me. there’s nothing left, can’t you see. i’m alone … there was a time when life, it was a bed of roses. and now time … time has taken … you walk into the fire, that keeps burning … the fire … oh! my yearning, to be holding hands with the one i love as the sky turns black there is no above. you take away the sun for me. every time you walk away from me. you take away … i’m alone … come home … you’ve taken everything from me. there’s nothing left, can’t you see. i’m alone … you’ve taken everything from me. there’s nothing left, can’t you see. i’m alone … there was a time when yesterdays were just tomorrows and now time … time has taken. you walk into the fire that keeps burning … the fire oh! my yearning to be holding hands with the one i love as the sky turns black. there is no above … don’t speak of broken down angels. i’ve no need for foolish things. who spoke of heavenly salvation? my heart bleeds as you pull the strings. who spoke of broken down angels. i’ve no need for foolish things. don’t speak of heavenly salvation. my heart bleeds as you pull the strings. don’t speak of broken down angels. don’t speak of broken down angels. we don’t need wings to fly. we don’t need wings to fly … you take away the sun. you take away the sun.

gavin friday’ in each man kills the thing he loves albümünde yer alan bir şarkıdır;

naked as sin an army towel covers my body. some of us blush, somehow knees turn to jelly – next! next! i was still just a kid there were a hundred others like me. i follow the naked body, the naked body follows me – next! next! i was still just a kid when my innocence was lost, in a mobile-army whore house, gift of the army, free of cost! next! you’re next! me? i really would have liked, just a little touch of tenderness, maybe a word or smile, some happiness, but oh! no! next! next! well it wasn’t so tragic the high heavens didn’t fall, but most of that time i hated being there at all … next! next! i always recall those flying flags, the army tanks, those queer lieutenants who slapped our asses as if we were fags … next! you’re next! i swear on the head of my first case of the pox! it’s that ugly voice that i forever hear … next! next! the voice that stinks of corpses of whiskey and mud. it’s the voice of the nations, the thick, thick, voice of blood … next! next! and each time i’m with a woman and i take her to my bed, she whispers and laughs through my head … next! … you’re next! all the naked and the dead should hold each others hands as i scream out loud each night in a dream no-one understands … next! … next! and when i’m not screaming in a voice cold, dry and hollow… i stand on endless, naked lines of the following and the followed … next! next! one day i’ll cut my legs off, i’ll burn myself alive, i’d do anything, anything, just to keep out of line, just to stay out of line and never to be next! no, never to be next! no! na! na! na! next!

gavin friday’ in each man kills the thing he loves albümünde yer alan bir şarkıdır;

she had a head like a god and when she spoke, it was as if gold fell from her mouth. you can watch, watch me crawl; up and down, down the wall. i feel icy, i feel cold. see me change like a venom snake, it’s no-one’s fault, my mistake. i know the reason, i know why. here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. tear me apart, pull me down. here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. pay your cash for a new disease, kiss the beast, fall in love with the greatest of ease. no! no! this pig goes to slaughter, she does evil, turns wine into water. i’d do anything, i lose control. my only friend the one desire, to feed the pain, the burning fire. i hate my hands, my shaking hands, shaking hands. so you watched, watched me crawl, you saw me sink, sink and fall. i feel icy, so alone, so alone. you saw me change like a venom snake, that’s no one’s fault, my mistake, i know the reason, i know why, i know why. here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. tear me apart, pull me down. here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. pay your cash for a new disease, kiss this beast, fall in love with the greatest of these.

gavin friday’ in each man kills the thing he loves albümünde yer alan bir şarkıdır;

torn between the light and the dark. the heathen smiles, the tell tale heart. he hides away, it is his home. his saving grace, he lives alone. the silence cuts so deep within. for all is lost he can never win. secrets come and secrets go, that only his heart ever knows. and outside is the real world, the weird and the wonderful. he is afraid to be alone, he is alone. he wants to touch the feeling of her loneliness, to watch her cry is to watch him die. the heart it was the main thing to see and believe, it will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love. he placed a piece of velvet upon the shame, the ultimate cover up the hidden lie. to die with ones mouth full of ashes, ooh, it will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love. tattle tell, tattle tell, tell tale heart.

’89 çıkışlı gavin friday albümüne ismini veren şarkıdır.

each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard. some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. the coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword. some kill their love when they are young, some when they are old. some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold. the kindest use a knife because, the dead so soon grow cold. some love too little, some too long, some buy and other sell. some do the deed with so many tears, and some without a sigh. for each man kills the thing he loves, yet each man does not die.

’89 çıkışlı bir gavin friday albümüdür.

içindeki şarkılar;

(bkz: each man kills the thing he loves)
(bkz: tell tale heart)
(bkz: apologia)
(bkz: dazzle and delight)
(bkz: next)
(bkz: you take away the sun)
(bkz: death is not the end)
(bkz: he got what he wanted)
(bkz: man of misfortune)
(bkz: rags to riches)
(bkz: the next thing to murder)
(bkz: love is just a word)
(bkz: another blow on the bruise)

birçok tanıdık soundtrackte onun imzası vardır. ayrıca 5 adet stüdyo albümü bulunmaktadır;

(bkz: each man kills the thing he loves)
(bkz: adam n eve)
(bkz: shag tobacco)
(bkz: peter and the wolf)
(bkz: catholic)

film çekmişler ama kısa;

http://tinyurl.com/6d8pvmx

bütün karşı çıkışlara ve baskılara rağmen çok beğendiğim filmdir.

komple bir film değil. sahneler arası geçişler çok kötü; ama tek tek incelediğimizde muhteşem sahneler, diyaloglar var bu filmde. sırf bülent kayabaş’ ın canlandırdığı karaktere olan saçma sapan hayranlığımdan dolayı bile apayrı bir yere koyarım bu filmi. neden bu kadar beğenilmediğini anlamıyorum. benim derdim de değil zaten. ben yıllardır yaptığım gibi her 3 ayda bir izlemeye devam edeceğim.

p.s hadi filmi beğenmediniz tamam; ama bari soundtrack albümünün hakkını verin. birçok teoman şarkısının farklı ve çok çok güzel yorumları var o albümde. müslüm gürses var, aylin aslım var, şebnem ferah var.

tıpkı diğer mfö şarkıları gibi muhteşem bir mfö şarkısıdır.

(bkz: akort ayarı)

(bkz: akort ayarı)

mil anahtarı yardımıyla bisikletin jantlarına yapılan ayardır.

kulllanım sonucu gevşeyen jantlar bir süre sonra ataleti bozar. çok dikkatli değilseniz fark etmezsiniz bunu; ama biraz biliyorsanız bu konuyu sizi çok rahatsız eder. tekerler dönerken bozuk bir ses ve yalpalamaya yol açar.

bu ayarı yapmak çok kolay değil. pek amatör işi değil yani. bir bisikletçiye götürüp yaptırmakta fayda var.

sakin bir pazar geçirmek istiyorsanız uzak durulmasını tavsiye edeceğim sahildir. hiçbir şey yapmadan kuytu bir yerde otursanız bile kendinizi bir organizasyonun parçası gibi hissediyorsunuz. haddinden fazla kalabalık oluyor pazarları.

ezel dizisinden en karlı çıkan adamdır.

2011 yılı itibariyle en popüler sporcuları şunlarmış;

1) derek jeter / beyzbol
2) peyton manning / amerikan futbolu
3) kobe bryant ve michael jordan / basketbol

kaynak; kaan kural

jordan’ ın basketbolu 10 sene önce bıraktığını da hesaba katarsak ne kadar büyük bir oyuncu olduğunu biraz daha iyi anlayabiliriz.

ntv den ayrıldıktan sonra takip edemiyorduk kendisini. zannediyorum bir süre şuraya bir şeyler yazacakmış;

http://banuguven.com/

(bkz: cenap şahabettin)

artık okurların da oy verebildiği sözlüktür. şimdilik sadece + oy verebiliyorlar.

iş garantili + ücretsiz pilotluk kursu veriyorlarmış.

ücret konusu şöyle; kurs süresince sizden para almıyorlar, daha sonra yapacağınız 15 yıllık zorunlu hizmet boyunca maaşınızdan kesiyorlar parayı.

ayrıntı;

http://tinyurl.com/6z9etzb