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  • kuzey amerika'da yaşayan ve hakim rengi mavi olan birkaç cins kuş.
  • amerikan ordusu tarafindan da kullanilan ve shuttle diye tabir edilen, amerikada da yaygin olarak school-bus modelinde kullanilan bir aracin ureticisinin adidir.
    soyle bir olaya da sebep olmustur : bir zamanlar (80'ler) sinop'ta bulunan usnfs (united states naval field station) da shuttle olarak kullanilan aracin markasi da bu idi dogal olarak. shuttle'in calisma tarzini begenen sinoplu bir girisken erkisi adana'dan getirdigi 'kisisellestirilmis' essek kadar aile boyu amarikan arabasina uc dort sira koltuk yapip araci icten disa masmaviye boyayip adini da 'mavi kus' koymus ve sinop'ta yillarca farkinda olmadan daha sonra manyaklasacak bir akimin ilk temellerini atmistir (munferit temeller). yillar sonra da insanlar mavi kus (bluebird) un nereden ciktigini tamamen unutmuslar ve dolmus = mavikus seklinde bir cikarima saplanip kalmislardir. sanirim hala kendisine mavikus diyen dolmuslar var oralarda.
  • aynı zamanda, edward shearmur'un k-pax için bestelediği parça.
  • paul mccartney in guzel sarkisindan ve huzunbaz cagrisimiyla sozluge bir daha gelsem kesinlikle nick im olacak kelime.
  • şarkı sözü yazarlarının en sevdiği kuş türü sanırım. eğer bir şarkıda bir kuştan bahsedilecekse çok büyük ihtimalle bu kuştan bahsedilir nedense.
  • mandrake linux'un 2002 yılında çıkarmış olduğu 8.2 sürümünün kod adı.
  • harika güzellikteki dj vadim sarkisi. sözlerini aradim mamafih bulamadim, ama siz yine de dinleyin, gözleri kisip gülümserken yavasca sallanarak - ben öyle yapip mutlu oluyorum.

    britanya köpegi oldugumdan bu sarkiyi tek bir kelimeyle özetlerken ingilizce olsun dedim: smooth.

    not: yazilisi blue bird de olabilir, bilemedim.
  • radio oxigenin pek sık çaldığı bir dj vadim parçası. sözlerini de yazalım tam olsun.

    when i walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face
    my ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways
    chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves i get physical strength from my individual ways
    meanwhile i'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled
    rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel
    docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill
    drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled
    they say if you snooze you loose
    well i spend my days, dazed and confused
    is it cause i blaze all day and fade, then that's old news
    if it's new to you, this is yarah rapping the blues
    don't get used to it, running mascara i refuse
    closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing
    but struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing
    dreams, but it seems all i get are sleepless nights
    nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights

    the bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
    as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
    left you for more, left the room hollow
    many will fall, a lot more will fallow

    you take drugs to psyche your mind
    you take wine, to forget about time
    you create a world of your own
    where the truth, will never be known

    i work when the work seems like play
    and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, i say
    i work my way through everyday that i play my way
    now.. hear what i say, hear what i say
    makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations
    the locks will open someday continued determination
    restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations
    and i will head for my destination
    i stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath
    of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness
    drinking wine reminds me of what honest is
    making me wonder where the hell the logic is?
    we're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause
    fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall
    through the wall, through it all, who we are?
    no denying that at 5 foot i still stand tall

    the bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
    as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
    left you for more, left the room hollow
    many will fall, a lot more will fallow

    you take drugs to psyche your mind
    you take wine, to forget about time
    you create a world of your own
    where the truth, will never be known

    many will fall
    a lot more will follow
    follow
  • ale tipi bir ingiliz bira markasi.http://www.conistonbrewery.com/