şükela:  tümü | bugün
  • (bkz: poor edward)
  • nick drake:

    i never sing for my supper
    i never help my neighbour
    never do what is proper
    for my share of labour

    i'm a poor boy
    and i'm a rover
    count your coins and
    throw them over my shoulder
    i may grow older
    nobody knows
    how cold it grows
    and nobody sees
    how shaky my knees
    nobody cares
    how steep my stairs
    and nobody smiles
    if i cross their stiles

    oh poor boy
    so sorry for himself
    oh poor boy
    so worried for his health.
    you may say every day
    where will he stay tonight.

    never know what i came for
    seems that i've forgotten
    never ask what i came for
    or how i was begotten

    i'm a poor boy
    and i'm a ranger
    things i say
    may seem stranger than sunday
    changing to monday
    nobody knows
    how cold it flows
    and nobody feels
    the worn down heels
    nobody's eyes
    make the skies
    nobody spreads
    their aching heads

    oh poor boy
    so worried for his life
    oh poor boy
    so keen to take a wife

    he's a mess but he'll say yes
    if you just dress in white.

    nobody knows
    how cold it blows
    and nobody sees
    how shaky my knees
    nobody cares
    how steep my stairs
    and nobody smiles
    if you cross their stiles

    oh poor boy
    so sorry for himself
    oh poor boy
    so worried for his health
    you may say every day
    where will he stay tonight

    oh poor boy
    so worried for his life
    oh poor boy
    so keen to take a wife

    oh poor boy
    so sorry for himself
    oh poor boy
    so worried for his health
    oh poor boy
  • elvis presley:

    they call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
    but i ain't lonesome and i ain't blue
    'cause i could never be a poor boy
    as long as i’ve got a dolly like you

    ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
    can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent
    i got a heartfull of dreams
    and a lot of memories
    and that's enough for me

    can't buy a house, can't buy a lot
    ain't got a bean, i ain't got a pot
    but what i got is a heartfull of
    love and memories
    and that's enough for me

    don't have a pig, don't have a cow
    i don't have a horse to pull a plow
    but what i got is a heartfull of
    love and memories
    and that's enough for me
  • pek ho$ shocking blue sarkısı:

    poor boy, poor boy are you long way from home
    poor boy are you down and out and all alone
    poor boy, poor boy did you spend your very last dime
    poor boy what you gonna do you ain't got much time
    ain't nobody for better or worse
    can't find nobody who cares
    can't you find a handy noose
    you're so lonely and blue

    somebody there for better or worse
    somebody there who cares
    you can find your heavy noose
    and chateau for you
  • (bkz: po'boy)
  • hayatı için endişelenenlere hediye edilmiş bi nick drake şarkısı.
  • shocking blue'nun 3rd album'de yer alan şarkısıdır.

    poor boy, poor boy are you long way from home
    poor boy are you down and out and all alone
    poor boy, poor boy did you spend your very last dime
    poor boy what you gonna do you ain't got much time
    ain't nobody for better or worse
    can't find nobody who cares
    can't you find a handy noose
    you're so lonely and blue

    somebody there for better or worse
    somebody there who cares
    you can find your heavy noose
    and chateau for you
  • garip bi sakin şarkısı. işin daha garip kısmı, koca internet deryasında sözlerinin bulunduğu tek bir yer yok.
  • blind pilot şarkısı, uyumadan önce dinlenen.

    poor boy
    why don't you try getting water?
    poor boy
    why don't you try getting sleep?
    i think if one of us is going to suffer
    why shouldn't it be me?

    poor boy
    your wife is in hard labor
    the rhythm you know
    is pulsing and drifting to the grave
    when you come too
    you'll be asking yourself just one question
    was i always this way?
    was i always this way?

    think back a year
    when everything stood at the surface
    a bandage you cut because you don't know what swims under me

    hold tight
    the bondage of this life is slipping
    why shouldn't it be me?
    why shouldn't it be me?

    when i come back
    you'll be the brightest star
    in the black
    when there are days
    that you want the call we're all waiting for
    think back

    poor boy
    life is in hard labor
    go buy flowers you'll leave on its grave
    then with the goal of movement
    now one this is different
    you don't want to change
    i don't want to change
  • asaf avidan’ın muhteşem bir şarkısıdır… içinde kaybolursunuz…