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07-06-2018, 11:43
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Sons of Anarchy OST
Ridin' through this world All alone God takes your soul You're on your own (!) THE CROW FLIES STRAIGHT A perfect line ON THE DEVIL'S BED Until you die This life is short, baby that's a fact, better live it right, you ain't comin' back... Gotta raise some hell, before they take you down, gotta live this life...  Gotta look this world In the eye Gotta live this life Till you die (!) YOU BETTER HAVE SOUL Nothin' less 'CAUSE WHEN IT'S BUSINESS TIME It's life or death The king is dead, but life goes on, don't lose your head, when a deal goes down... Better keep your eye, on the road ahead, gotta live this life... *** Gotta look this world In the eye Gotta live this life Till you die... *** Ben de içgözlemin kurbanıyım. Sylvia Plath Her bir sözcük, sessizlik ve hiçbirşeyliğin içinde gereksiz bir leke gibi... Samuel Beckett Uzun ince bir yoldayım, gidiyorum gündüz gece... Aşık Veysel Tekrar ede ede bitirilemeyen keşif, tekrar ede ede bitirememenin keşfine dönüşür. Maurice Blanchot İletişim, bir iletişimsizlik düzeneğidir. Lacan Sonuçta hepsi kendini kandırmaktan ibaret, öyle değil mi..? Marilyn Monroe ex nihilo nihil fit il n'y a pas de hors-texte 
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#2
07-06-2018, 12:10
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Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Wrote the book of the seven seals... You know; God walked down in the cool of the day Called Adam, by his name But he refused to answer Because he was naked and ashamed... Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Wrote the book of the seven seals... Now Christ had twelve apostles And three he led away He said, "Watch with me one hour, while I go yonder and pray..." Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator Wrote the book of the seven seals... When Christ came on Easter morning Mary and Martha came down to see He said, "Go tell my disciples, to meet me in Galilee...." Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Wrote the book of the seven seals... *** God walked down in the cool of the day Called Adam by his name But he refused to answer Because he was naked and ashamed... Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Who's that writin'? John the Revelator Wrote the book of the seven seals... Ben de içgözlemin kurbanıyım. Sylvia Plath Her bir sözcük, sessizlik ve hiçbirşeyliğin içinde gereksiz bir leke gibi... Samuel Beckett Uzun ince bir yoldayım, gidiyorum gündüz gece... Aşık Veysel Tekrar ede ede bitirilemeyen keşif, tekrar ede ede bitirememenin keşfine dönüşür. Maurice Blanchot İletişim, bir iletişimsizlik düzeneğidir. Lacan Sonuçta hepsi kendini kandırmaktan ibaret, öyle değil mi..? Marilyn Monroe ex nihilo nihil fit il n'y a pas de hors-texte
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#3
08-06-2018, 11:25
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Alice Cooper'a ait parçanın SoA versiyonu Scott Shriner & the Forest Rangers cover'ı ama Creed'inki daha iyi, The Faculty (1998) filminin de soundtrack'i aynı zamanda..
Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen And I don't know what I want Eighteen I just don't know what I want Eighteen I gotta get away I gotta get out of this place I'll go runnin' in outer space Oh yeah I got a Baby's brain and an old man's heart Took eighteen years to get this far Don't always know what I'm talkin' about Feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt 'Cause I'm Eighteen I get confused every day Eighteen I just don't know what to say Eighteen I gotta get away Lines form on my face and my hands Lines form on the left and right I'm in the middle The middle of life I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I like it Yes I like it Well I like it Love it Like it Love it Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen and I like it Ben de içgözlemin kurbanıyım. Sylvia Plath Her bir sözcük, sessizlik ve hiçbirşeyliğin içinde gereksiz bir leke gibi... Samuel Beckett Uzun ince bir yoldayım, gidiyorum gündüz gece... Aşık Veysel Tekrar ede ede bitirilemeyen keşif, tekrar ede ede bitirememenin keşfine dönüşür. Maurice Blanchot İletişim, bir iletişimsizlik düzeneğidir. Lacan Sonuçta hepsi kendini kandırmaktan ibaret, öyle değil mi..? Marilyn Monroe ex nihilo nihil fit il n'y a pas de hors-texte
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