Edip Akbayram – Bize Yazıktır

Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin’ for the train feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained took us all the way to New Orleans I took my har’poon out of my dirty red bandana And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield whipers…

Talkin’ to myself and feeling old. Sometimes I’d like to quit; Nothing ever seems to fit; Hangin’ around, nothing to do but frown; Rainy days and Mondays always get me down What I’ve got they used to call the blues: Nothin’ is really wrong; Feelin’ like I don’t belong; Walkin’ around, some kind of lonely…

Exempt from the laws which you created, your thought out lies becoming dated. Ruin our lives then plead for support, the noose around your neck is getting taught. Slit your own throat. Your ignorance is hard to believe, do you want this country to bleed ? Stuck in a rut full of rot, complain about…

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(Blackwell) If you love me Please don’t tease If I could hold you then let me squeeze My heart goes round and round My love comes a tumbling down You leave me – ahh – breathless Well I shake all over And you know why I’m sure it’s love honey and that ain’t no lie…

Rolled in the mud But I could never come clean Counting blessings on my middle finger There in the back shed Pricing heads to the pound Told to shut up, I was only breathin’ Hell’s soup kitchen There you’re listening now Heard you coming I heard you deep in the ground The job was dizzy…