cambodia

• select albumunden, zamanin dark pop'una yakisan bir kim wilde sarkisi..
• bir limp bizkit sarkisi
• show me what you got'ın ilk versiyonu olan ve onu katlayan güzel şarkısı limp bizkit'in..
• canlı versiyonları (misal family values) inanılmaz gaz olan limp bizkit şarkısı. giriş kısmında alınan gaz korn 'un blind'ı kadar olmasa da ondan sonra gelebilecek bir şarkı. limp bizkit'in eski güzel günlerinden. bunlar da sözleri (woo haah);
  
  are you ready?
  then get the fuck up!
  lemme hear some nooooooise
  
  get up get up(woo hah)
  
  wait just a minute i see your mouth movin’
  but i don’t hear a word that you say
  pop! mish mosh up in the brain
  i’m on my cycle
  highways, my ways
  are up and down like the dow jones
  i rock these microphones
  i don’t exaggerate
  keep it real and only speak about the shit i hate
  don’t hate the people just the ‘tudes
  the attitudes
  so lose the attitude, and i wont be fuckin’ mad at you
  but if ya bitin’ don’t be frightened kid
  i’m sorta likin’ whatcha stealin’
  your open wound style needs some healin’
  checked out by my flow
  i’m glad ya know
  behind the spunk i got the phattest fuckin’ live show
  you feel the tension
  the eyeballs in ya socket
  can’t comprehend how we rock it
  ya can’t stop it
  ya like the ways that we livin’
  ya need it
  your demo tape, punk
  i inspect it, then reject it
  who survives at the end of the day?
  but too much airplay, huh,
  i’m gonna keep it all underground
  
  get up get up (woo-hah)
  whattya know about this, punk?
  who’s hot ? who’s not ?
  who ? who ?
  who’s hot ? who’s not ?
  
  wait just a minute
  i see your mouth movin’
  but i don’t hear a word that you say
  buck! hand grenades
  best describe the impaction
  can’t get no satisfaction
  ya take it back
  what were you doin’ back in ’82?
  no need for answers just a thought for your mental
  fallout shelter
  heltah skelter
  the j bob bet ya,
  the beatle upset ya
  but i’m an easy rider like i’m henry fonda
  the kingpin bizkit
  that flows beyond ya
  mental highways, my path ya can’t stop
  the unexpected, so check ya roadblock
  go black water, keep on rhymin'
  cause this mic is mine and i’m a keep on shinin’
  
  get up get up (woo-hah)
  whattya know about this, punk?
  who’s hot? who’s not?
  who? who?
  who’s hot? who’s not?
• "bir konferans daha yapın, bir şarkı daha yazın, on ton daha prinç gönderip ait olduğu yere ulaşmasını dileyin" dedikten hemen sonra "bu sırada aşıklar çapraz ateşe yakalanırlar, çocuklar da dikenli tellere" diyerek şarkıda yumuşak(!) bir geçiş yapan ve dipten derinden vuran, insanın boğazına bulaşan midesine de oturan joan baez şarkısı.
• çok hoplak, pek zıplak bir apoptygma berzerk cover'ı da olan kim wilde şarkısı.
• (bkz: holiday in cambodia)
• aynı zamanda sözleri ve müziği muhalifliğin melek sesi joan baez'e ait olan bir şarkı. şuraya yazıyorum binlerce genç bu kadar uzak bir ülkenin kanlı tarihini bu melek kadının sesinde öfke, şefkat ve sitem dolu dalgalanmalarının ardında ne olduğunu merak ederek öğrenmiştir.
  sözleri şöyle
  
  we've watched them leaving, seen their ragged flight
  children of the jungle, mothers of the night
  a boy of ten by the roadside lies
  hears his future in whispers and cries
  and clutching a tiny buddha charm
  a baby dies in his mother's arms
  
  is there only sorrow in cambodia?
  is there no tomorrow in cambodia?
  
  leaving the graves of your ancestors after a thousand years
  leaving a few belongings after a thousand tears
  how come you never left before through bombing, famine and flood?
  are the rivers useless now spilling over with blood?
  
  is there only sorrow in cambodia?
  is there no tomorrow in cambodia?
  
  i hear there are very few children from ages one to five
  it takes more than jungle leaves to keep the young ones alive
  i hear some of the rice got through the outside's trying to send to you
  there you sit in the ruins of war, the doctors are waiting at your door
  
  and we will try and feed you, try and go to you
  people of kampuchea, cambodia
  
  a little way in from the border in the crowded camps
  i've seen mothers giving birth, seen beautiful orphans dance
  an old man turns and covers his eyes, he was never supposed to cry
  with sons and daughters and home and wife
  taken from him in his autumn life
  
  should we try and feed you, say hello to you
  old man of kampuchea, kampuchea, cambodia
  
  call another conference, write another song
  deliver another ton of rice and hope it gets where it belongs
  and rival teams of bandits are really the only choice
  even if the people had their bellies filled, even if the people had a voice
  
  and meanwhile, lovers are caught in the crossfire
  children are caught in the barbed wire
  military sinks in the mire
  let me show it to you
  
  is there only sorrow, only sorrow in cambodia?
  is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in cambodia?
  still we'll try and feed you, try and show to you
  people of kampuchea, kampuchea, cambodia
• joan baez 'in mükemmel şarkılarından olan, sözler ve müziğin birbirlerini anahtar kilit modeli gibi tamamladığı müzik eseri.
• sözlükteki son entrysi girildikten sonra çok güzel bir canlı kaydı yapılan kim wilde şarkısı. 80li yılların en sabun köpüğü döneminde çıkmasına rağmen sözler ve melodisiyle insanı depresif moda sokan şarkılardan.
  
  cambodia live