• guneyi ve ortasi dunyanin en sirin, en sicak ve fakat en yoksul insan gruplarindan
    birini, kuzeyi ise dunyanin en sisman, en salak ve fakat en zengin insanlarini
    barindiran kita. neymis? kultur, tarih, sicak kanlilik ve insanlik karin doyurmuyormus,
    neymis? deve dikeni, insan sikeni.....
  • çoğunlukla amerika birlesik devletleri anlamında kullanılan kısaltma.
  • hatta sarkida "bol pantelon" demesiyle unludur
  • malsteen'in solosu hızında ritim atabilmektedir bunun klibinde rafet abi.
  • yanilmiyorsam bunun klibinde rafet normal bir gitari solak oldugu icin solak gitari gibi kullaniyordu. resmen tersti gitar.
  • bir kıtanın bir ülkeye mal edilmesi çok yazık. amerika kıta ismidir. ama amerika birleşik devletleri'nin kısaltılmış hali olarak kullanılır
  • new york'a geldigimin gununde herkesin olmesi uzerine mirildandigim ve sonra kendimden kisa sureli de olsa igrenmeme yol acan salak rafet el roman sarkisi.
  • bir gün denk gelir* elbet de new york'a gider, central park havası koklarım, 5th avenue'de seker, 19 cranberry street'e uğrarım, ama işte o gün brooklyn köprüsünden geçerken minhetın*'a karşı bu şarkıyı söylemek istiyorum, o memo burası neeeeevyorkaemeriikaa, ameriiika, macera diye detone olmak istiyorum. aklımda kupa elimde kola formatında bir türk sentezi gerçekleştirmektir amacım, aklımda moonstruck, annie hall, manhattan (film olan manhattan), dilimde nevyorkamerika olsun. dünyanın en eğlenceli şarkılarından biri, eternal metropolis için gelmiş, daha ne olsun.
  • america i've given you all and now i'm nothing.
    america two dollars and twenty-seven cents january 17, 1956.
    i can't stand my own mind.
    america when will we end the human war?
    go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
    i don't feel good don't bother me.
    i won't write my poem till i'm in my right mind.
    america when will you be angelic?
    when will you take off your clothes?
    when will you look at yourself through the grave?
    when will you be worthy of your million trotskyites?
    america why are your libraries full of tears?
    america when will you send your eggs to india?
    i'm sick of your insane demands.
    when can i go into the supermarket and buy what i need with my good looks?
    america after all it is you and i who are perfect not the next world.
    your machinery is too much for me.
    you made me want to be a saint.
    there must be some other way to settle this argument.
    burroughs is in tangiers i don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
    are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
    i'm trying to come to the point.
    i refuse to give up my obsession.
    america stop pushing i know what i'm doing.
    america the plum blossoms are falling.
    i haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
    america i feel sentimental about the wobblies.
    america i used to be a communist when i was a kid and i'm not sorry.
    i smoke marijuana every chance i get.
    i sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
    when i go to chinatown i get drunk and never get laid.
    my mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
    you should have seen me reading marx.
    my psychoanalyst thinks i'm perfectly right.
    i won't say the lord's prayer.
    i have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
    america i still haven't told you what you did to uncle max after he came over
    from russia.

    i'm addressing you.
    are you going to let our emotional life be run by time magazine?
    i'm obsessed by time magazine.
    i read it every week.
    its cover stares at me every time i slink past the corner candystore.
    i read it in the basement of the berkeley public library.
    it's always telling me about responsibility. businessmen are serious. movie
    producers are serious. everybody's serious but me.
    it occurs to me that i am america.
    i am talking to myself again.

    asia is rising against me.
    i haven't got a chinaman's chance.
    i'd better consider my national resources.
    my national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
    an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
    twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
    i say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
    my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
    i have abolished the whorehouses of france, tangiers is the next to go.
    my ambition is to be president despite the fact that i'm a catholic.

    america how can i write a holy litany in your silly mood?
    i will continue like henry ford my strophes are as individual as his
    automobiles more so they're all different sexes
    america i will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
    america free tom mooney
    america save the spanish loyalists
    america sacco & vanzetti must not die
    america i am the scottsboro boys.
    america when i was seven momma took me to communist cell meetings they
    sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
    speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
    workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
    was in 1935 scott nearing was a grand old man a real mensch mother
    bloor made me cry i once saw israel amter plain. everybody must have
    been a spy.
    america you don're really want to go to war.
    america it's them bad russians.
    them russians them russians and them chinamen. and them russians.
    the russia wants to eat us alive. the russia's power mad. she wants to take
    our cars from out our garages.
    her wants to grab chicago. her needs a red reader's digest. her wants our
    auto plants in siberia. him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
    that no good. ugh. him makes indians learn read. him need big black niggers.
    hah. her make us all work sixteen hours a day. help.
    america this is quite serious.
    america this is the impression i get from looking in the television set.
    america is this correct?
    i'd better get right down to the job.
    it's true i don't want to join the army or turn lathes in precision parts
    factories, i'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
    america i'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

    top oldu yoluna bu allen ginsberg, amerika, utan valla amerika.
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