sand

• ing^* : kum.
• (bkz: ebbe sand)
• you keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
  you think you know my world
  wake up young girl, you've got a lot to learn
  my love, my life, my work, my time
  i give them all to you
  your hand in mine we walk, we talk in ryhme
  we go the whole night through
  
  i'm not a grain of sand
  i don't care what's written in your hand
  it's bound to change
  
  sore, bored, and i'm lost, cost, cold
  getting older
  wrap it up, rip it up now
  have it sold
  i'm a grower
  any more, any more, any more, any more...
  i wanna be with you
  just wanna be with you
  
  but you tease me
  and it shows in the way that you play
  you think you know my love
  wake up young girl
  and take a taste
  not a bite, not a bite of a life now
  can tell you never come, yeah well
  my will, my mind
  my lips, my lines
  i've got them all over you
  
  your taste combined
  with all the years of wasting time
  i've got a hold on something new
  i'm not a grain of sand
  i don't care what's written in your hand
  cause it's bound to change
  
  so i'm bored, and i'm lost, cost, cold
  getting older
  buy the book, rip it up now
  have it sold, i'm a grower
  any more, any more, any more, any more
  i wanna be with you
  just wanna be with you
  i don't wanna pray for what is not right
  and i don't wanna beg for what is not mine
  i don't wanna rock the road between dreams and worldly things
  i could charge, and i could really try
  but i don't wanna be the brave one
  in a senseless fight
  i, i, i just wanna be here tonight
  
  sore, bored, and i'm lost, cost, cold
  getting older
  wrap it up, rip it up now
  have it sold, i'm a grower
  any more, any more, any more, any more
  i wanna be with you just wanna be with you
  
  sore, bored, and i'm lost, cost, cold
  getting older
  buy the book, rip it up now
  have it sold, i'm a grower
  any more, any more, any more, any more
  
  you keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
  you think you know my world
  wake up young girl
  (bkz: damien rice)
• macos'da bulunan bir font. microsoft'ta olmaması üzücüdür.
• portecho'nun enfes şarkısı. papers'ın akustiği de denebilir. soğuk kış günlerinde yaz havasını özleyenler için.
  (bkz: entryde şafak ongan ekolü)
• einsturzende neubauten sand i canandır ama howe gelb, joey burns, john convertino ve lisa germano ortak yapımı olan op8 cover'ı daha bir güzeldir, daha estetiktir.
  (bkz: orijinalinden iyi olan coverlar) ^**
• portecho'nunki...
  
  how wise,
  to think that we could blame
  this circulating game
  don’t try to comprehand this
  foul treachery we’re in
  
  how nice,
  the breeze that licks your hair
  the parfume that you wear
  don’t try to find the words
  that
  define the way we are
• kopenhag menşeili moda tasarim evidir. 80lerin baslarinda kurulmus olup, 23 ulkede faaliyet gostermekte ve yillik ciroları da 160 milyon avroya yaklasmaktadir. ayrica kanyon alisveris merkezinde harvey nichols'da corner'i bulunmaktadir.
• breakfast on pluto'nun bir sahnesinde çalmakla kalmayıp tüm gece boyunca op8 dinleyip hasret gidermeme vesile olmuş şarkı.
  
  şarkının bizim neslin pek tanımadığı bestecisi için: (bkz: lee hazlewood)
  e tabii bir de: (bkz: nancy sinatra)
• mmxii albümünde ki en iyi rifflere sahip şarkı.