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  • 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.
  • kim wildeın yapmış olduğu en güzel şarkısı. yalnız çok acı dolu bir şarkı bu. melodisiyle, vokaliyle, sözleriyle diken diken eden, çok acı bir öyküyü anlatan, dinlemeye artık dayanamadığım derecede vurucu bir şarkı. stephen king'in çağrı-the dead zone adlı kitabını okurken dinlerdim bu şarkıyı, kitabın feci acıklı sonuyla beraber bunu dinleyip bütün gece ağladığımı hatırlıyorum, öyle berbat bir anısı var yani. sözlerini de yazayım...

    well he was thailand based
    she was an airforce wife
    he used to fly weekends
    it was the easy life
    but then it turned around
    and he began to change
    she didn't wonder then
    she didn't think it strange
    but then he got a call
    he had to leave that night
    he couldn't say too much
    but it would be alright
    he didn't need to pack
    they'd meet the next night
    he had a job to do
    flying to cambodia

    and as the nights passed by
    she tried to trace the past
    the way he used to look
    the way he used to laugh
    i guess she'll never know
    what got inside his soul
    she couldn't make it out
    just couldn't take it all
    he had the saddest eyes
    the girl had ever seen
    he used to cry some nights
    as though he lived a dream
    and as she held him close
    he used to search her face
    as though she knew the truth
    lost inside cambodia

    but then a call came through
    they said he'd soon be home
    she had to pack a case
    and they would make a rendez-vous
    but now a year has passed
    and not a single word
    and all the love she knew
    has disappeared out in the haze
    cambodia - don't cry now - no tears now

    and now the years have passed
    with not a single word
    but there is only one thing left
    i know for sure
    she won't see his face again
  • çok hoplak, pek zıplak bir apoptygma berzerk cover'ı da olan kim wilde şarkısı.
  • 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.