şükela:  tümü | bugün
  • 1- iki olcek kahlua, iki olcek vodka, iki yada uc olcek sut.
    2- sokakta gordugum hemen hemen herkez.
    3- kadinlari erkek oldugum icin cok sansli oldugumu hissettiren
    irk.
  • yaran icki, alkolun ve sutun bir araya gelmesiyle bir ayar yaparak sapik bi concept haline gelen, apollo ve dionysos un ayni bedende birlestigi insanlarin ickisi, yalarimm, yere dokulmuhs white russiani die
  • iki olcek kahlua, iki olcek vodka, iki yada uc olcek sutten olu$an tarife bolca buz eklemek hayirli olur.
  • lezzeti ile sheridans'i hatirlatan lezzetli bir kokteyl. kahlua bulup da para yeti$tirebilirseniz surekli icilebilecek hafif icki (bkz: uysal atin ciftesi pek olurmu$)
  • sütü fazla kaçtığında bok gibi olan ,yazın güneşin altında bol bol içildiğinde bünyeyi sikme potansiyeline sahip ,bol alkollü gecelerin sonunda perdeyi kapatmak için ideal olan süper lebowski içeceği.
  • beyaz rus*.
    (bkz: belarus)
    (bkz: belarussian)(?)
  • clutching at straws albümünde bulunan harika marillion parçası...

    lyrics: dick**
    music: dick/kelly/mosley/rothery/trewavas

    where do we go from here?
    where do we go from here, where do we go from here
    where do we go from here, where do we go from here
    they boarded up the synagogues, uzis on a street corner
    you can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner
    the dj resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say
    surface scratched where the needles play, uzis on a street corner

    where do we go from here

    terror in rue de st. denis, murder on the periphery
    someone else in someone else's pocket
    christ knows i don't know how to stop it
    poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh
    i heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner

    where do we go from here, where do we go from here

    the more i see, the more i hear, the more i find fewer answers
    i close my mind, i shout it out but you know it's getting harder
    to calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about
    i'm uptight, can't sleep at night, i can't pretend everything's all right
    my ideals, my sanity, they seem to be deserting me
    but to stand up and fight i know we have six million reasons

    they're burning down the synagogues, uzis on a street corner
    the heralds of the holocaust, uzis on a street corner
    the silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows
    this resurrection we can't allow, uzis on a street corner

    where do we go from here, where do we go from here

    we buy fresh bagels from the corner store
    where swastikas are spat from aerosols
    i sit in the bar sipping iced white russian
    trying to score but nobody's pushing
    and everyone looks at everyone's faces
    searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence
    are we sitting on a barbed wire fence
    racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home

    we place our faith in human rights
    in the paper wars that tie the red tape tight
    i know that i would rather be out of this conspiracy
    in the gulags and internment camps frozen faces in nameless ranks
    i know that they would rather be standing here besides me
    racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home

    you can shut your eyes, you can hide it away it's gonna come back another day
    racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home
    racing the clouds home