Şu an ne dinliyorsunuz?
#921
Gönderim zamanı 27.03.2006 - 14:58
#922
Gönderim zamanı 27.03.2006 - 16:04
ertesi sabah
tekrar hayata
dönülebilen
ve her gün
tekrarlanabilen
bir intihar biçimidir.
Charles Bukowski
Piizan
#923
Gönderim zamanı 27.03.2006 - 20:52
#924
Gönderim zamanı 28.03.2006 - 11:44
Ya da bu Son;Bahar biter mi ?
#925
Gönderim zamanı 28.03.2006 - 17:30
#926
Gönderim zamanı 28.03.2006 - 23:54
#927
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 09:21
Ya da bu Son;Bahar biter mi ?
#928
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 10:55
Don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the tip
We'll get hell to pay
#929
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 12:03
............................şşşşt sessiz ol!.................................
#930
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 12:09
#931
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 14:37
They'll never stop our will to live
free from pain and fear
they cannot bring us down
all your gird
go out and justify the revolution
The beginning of the age - to start revolution
now break and leave their cage - time for revolution
take those traitors away from us - and start revolution
giving back belief and trust - so live the revolution
This reign of fear built of not ending empty promises
strange liars old betrayers because they've failed the aim
there is just one world we live in - justify the revolution
Teaching mankind to fight each other (never again)
but would you like to kill your brother?
never - never again
The beginning of the age - to start revolution
now break and leave their cage - time for revolution
take those traitors away from us - and start revolution
giving back belief and trust - so live the revolution
It's time for - so start a - and live the - revolution
it's time for - so start a - and live the - revolution
#932
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 14:52
bi daha bi daha dener miyim hiç
bi daha geriye döner miyim hiç
araya giren biri el süren biri
ben unutsam kalp unutmaz
ihanetle vurulmuş biri
bi daha öncesi gibi kanatlamaz .....
In the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
it's the life in your years..
#933
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 18:38
Hot sun beating down
burning my feet just walking around.
Hot sun making me sweat
'Gators getting close, hasn't got me yet
I can't dance, I can't talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
I can't dance, I can't sing
I'm just standing here selling everything.
Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
her dog's talking to me, but she's out of reach.
She's got a body under that shirt,
but all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt.
'Cause, I can't dance, I can't talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I can't dance, I can't sing
I'm just standing here selling.
And checking everything is in place,
you never know who's looking on.
Young punk spilling beer on my shoes,
fat guy's talking to me trying to steal my blues.
Thick smoke, see her smiling through.
I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool.
But I can't dance, I can't talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
I can't dance, I can't sing
I'm just standing here selling
And checking everything is in place
You never know who's looking on
A perfect body with a perfect face
#934
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 19:14
#935
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 20:35
#936
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 22:51
Fiddler on the green
Noldor
Thorn
Sürgün
Space-dye vest
ve daha ne kadar dağıtıcı şarkı varsa hepsini sırayla
#937
Gönderim zamanı 29.03.2006 - 22:57
#938
Gönderim zamanı 30.03.2006 - 00:07
#939
Gönderim zamanı 30.03.2006 - 00:08
#940
Gönderim zamanı 30.03.2006 - 16:59
ertesi sabah
tekrar hayata
dönülebilen
ve her gün
tekrarlanabilen
bir intihar biçimidir.
Charles Bukowski
Piizan
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