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Heart Stop
I've got my eye on a stranger
I find it hard for my eyes to look away
Am I looking for danger (maybe I am)
That's why I haven't looked away
I never said I was looking
But I never said I would mind a dude like you
It came to shove he was pushing (maybe I am)
Just looking for a dream come true
Vision is blurry I'm nearly flat lined
I think he made my heart stop (yeah)
I think he made my heart stop (yeah)
I love this feeling don’t stop (yeah)
Give me a second baby I need to breathe
I'm in a state
I'm in a state (State of emergency)
I'm in a state
I'm in a state
State of emergency
Now that I lost all my focus
Are you to blame or should I be blaming love
I think he's starting to notice (just who I am)
And I know I'm who you're thinking of
Vision is blurry I'm nearly flat lined
I think he made my heart stop (yeah)
I think he made my heart stop (yeah)
I love this feeling don’t stop (yeah)
Give me a second baby I need to breathe
I'm in a state
I'm in a state (State of emergency)
I'm in a state
I'm in a state
Somebody call 911
And tell them that I'm falling in love
Somebody call 911
I'm thinking that he could be the one
I think he made my heart stop (yeah)
I think he made my heart stop (yeah)
I love this feeling don’t stop (yeah)
Give me a second baby I need to breathe
I'm in a state
I'm in a state (State of emergency)
I'm in a state
I'm in a state
State of emergency.
Thick As A Brick (Part I & II)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PART I~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
and your suntan does rapidly peel
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade
teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.
The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have all gone into service
and are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone,
you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers
and your downy little sidies
and your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case,
you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.
So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PART II~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
LATER.
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying: 'How's your granny?' and good old Ernie:
he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in
the ancient tribal hymn)
lie cradled in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun. Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night
and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life
of your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie
in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools
and the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song
as the wise man breaks wind and is gone
while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
and the nursery rhyme winds along.
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
or the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
Ziyan zebil
Kalk gidelim buralarda bize yer yok
Her gün hep aynı teraneler buna hiç takatim yok
Anlatabiliyor muyum gözlerimle nefretimi
Söyleyemiyorum ayıp olur diye güzelleri
Anlatabiliyor muyum gözlerimle nefretimi
Söyleyemiyorum ayıp olur diye güzelleri
Ah bi gelse sağa sola sapmasa
Bir diz çökse yana döne ağlasa
Ben o haline nasıl gülerim
O şansta bana ara sıra uğrasa
Gitti hain sırra kadem basmasa
Ben böyle ziyan zebilim…
Amar Pelos Dois (English Cover)
If I lived a dream,
I’d ask you to dance,
with time standing still just for you.
And though I forget
it’s only a dream,
I picture your face all day through.
Dance, love, smile,
And you are glistening.
Laugh as no one’s listening,
And never let me leave.
Make me forget about our quarrels.
In dreams, there are no sorrows.
May I spend this dream with you?
~~~~~~~~~~
Dance, love, smile
And you are glistening.
Laugh as no one’s listening,
and never let me leave.
Make me forget about our quarrels.
In dreams, there are no sorrows.
And I’m once again with you.
In dreams, there are no sorrows.
May I spend this dream with you?