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  • müthiş bir zenzile şarkısı. vokaller jamika'dan.

    i can't understand it, they don't know who they are. http://grooveshark.com/…mell the roses/2cdeai?src=5
  • zenzile şarkısı, sözleri de şöyle:

    sometimes ı wish people would wake up and smell the roses.
    somebody once said:
    "those who feel it...know it..."
    somehow in this zoo new world, daughter, something old is lost. but at what cost, at
    what cost...
    ı wish people would wake up and smell the roses.
    somebody once said:
    "those who feel it...they know it..."
    "those who feel it...they know it..."
    somehow in this new world, daughter, something is lost. but at what cost, at what
    cost...
    the people they don't know
    they don't know who they are
    ı don't understand it
    the people they don't know who they are
    and ı don't understand it
    as ı stand (acuest), who cares if jesus was black or white
    or if the world was created in seven days, or seven nights...
    ı don't give a red white or blue freak!
    do you?
    who cares if the (melon an an) the first person to fall down in front of the first
    brick that was trown to fulfill the american dream was...dark and (hyou) or
    (hyou)less
    ı don't give a red white and blue freak!
    do you?
    ıt doesn't pay the taxes nor the rent, it doesn't make up the time spent doing life
    bound(g) and (skape) and to live in a box, to live in this land
    ı don't understand
    ı don't understand it
    the people they don't know who they are
    ı don't understand it
    the people they don't know who they are
    and ı don't..ı don't understand it
    ı wish people would wake up and smell the roses
    ı wish people would wake up and smell the roses
    somebody once said
    "those who feel it know it"
    "those who feel it know it"
    "those who feel it know it"
    the people they don't know who they are
    and ı can't understand it
    they don't know who they are
    they don't know who they are
    they don't know who they are
    and ı... ı can't understand it
  • roger waters'ın yeni albümünden yayınladığı ilk parça. şöyle buyrun.
  • yılların waters'dan pek de bir şey götürmediğini gördüğümüz şarkı.
    bu adamın yaşıtları otobüste yer dileniyor ya:(

    wake up wake up and smell the roses
    close your eyes and pray this wind don’t change
  • haliyle sabahtan beri defalarca dinlediğim, roger waters'ın 2 haziran'da 25 yıl aradan sonra çıkacak ilk solo albümü is this the life we really want içerisinden ilk yayınlanan şarkı.

    parçanın geneli have a cigar'ı andırıyor. ortalarına doğru temponun düştüğü yerlerde dogs'a yakınlaşıyor. pink floyd dinleyicisini genel anlamda tatmin edecek bir sound sahibi olduğu kesin, ancak roger waters'ın sesinin yaşlanmışlığı biraz üzüyor. tabii bu durum biraz, yeni albüm yapmak için 25 yıl beklemesinin bedeli.

    genel anlamda şarkıyı beğendiğimi belirtmeliyim. özellikle amused to death sonrasında each small candle haricinde kendisinden şarkıların genelinden hayal kırıklığına uğramıştım. ama smell the roses iyi geldi. is this the life we really want'ı tamamen dinleyince, bütün çerçeve içerisinde de bu parçayı tekrar değerlendirmek gerekli.
  • waters bildiği yerden, bildiğimiz yerden çalışmış. hatta belki biraz fazla tanıdık bir şarkı.

    (bu albümün çıtasını o belirleyecek ise) amused to death'in içine girebilecek güzellikte bir şarkı gibi gelmedi ilk birkaç dinleyişte, ama bir de albümün bütünü içinde dinlemek şart.

    smell the roses'ın güzelliği şarkıdan ziyade, anımsattıklarında.
  • roger babanın haziranda yayınlanacak albümünden bir parça. buram buram animals rüzgarı esiyor, giriş de have a cigar'ı anımsattı. kulağımızın pası silindi.

    edit: smell the roses
  • neyse ki o ruhu final cut albümünden beri içinde yaşatan şarkı olmuş.
  • hafif have a cigar hafif de dogs havası sezdim. ayrıca son 3 satırda the doors - light my fire referansı var. sözleri için buyrun :

    there's a mad dog pulling at his chain
    a hint of danger in his eye
    alarm bells raging around his brain
    and the chimneys poke in the sky
    wake up, wake up and smell the roses
    close your eyes and pray this wind don't change
    because not much screams in the field of dreams
    nothing but hope at the end of the rope
    nothing but gold in the chimney smoke
    come on honey it's real money

    this is the room where they make the explosives
    where they put your name on the bomb
    here's where they bury the buts and the ifs
    and scratch out words like right and wrong
    wake up, wake up and smell the phosphorus
    this is the room we keep the human hair
    don't ask don't tell it could mean a lot for us, yeah
    a little less cash in the stash in the cupboard at the bottom of the stair, money, honey

    wake up, wake up and smell the bacon
    run your greasy fingers through her hair
    this is the life that you have taken

    just a line in the captains log
    just a whine from a rescue dog
    another kid didn't make the grade
    come on honey it's a fair trade
    wake up, wake up and smell the roses
    throw her photo on the funeral pyre, yeah
    now we can't forget the threat she poses?
    girl you know you couldn't get much higher?