I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi’s I was never really down with coffee shops A group of beatniks reading Kerouac And the smell of grass from the parking lot And as I recall We got to know each other We got to show each other That we were fine just being friends There’s that guy…

I NEVER SAW YOU LIKE THIS BEFORE THOSE EYES SO WEARY, BUT THAT SMILE SO STEADY O, I NEVER HEARD YOU, LIKE THIS BEFORE THE WORDS SO HEAVY THE SOUND SO DREARY O, THEY SOUND SO DREARY, HEY I NEVER SAW YOU I NEVER SAW YOU I NEVER SAW YOU LIKE THIS BEFORE I STUMBLE…

Dün gece seni unutmak istedim Ama başaramadım Kalbimi turkmanga.net kandıramadım Korktum sensiz geçen gecelerden Kuramadım inan sensiz düzen Olamamki seni görmeden ercandemirelfan.net Kopamazki yüreğim senden Kahrolsun sensiz geçen bu günlerim Kahrolsun paramparça ümitlerim Kaybolan hayallerim düşlerim Seni gördüm seni sevdim gidemem

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If we could take a trip back in time, I wander what we might find. Imagine it’s one billion year B.C. Back when the planet had a pretty face. Back when our world was different place. If we close our eyes, then you might see. I’m looking up. I’m looking down. I’m looking all around….

Whistles the wind Blowin’ my way Sweepin’ me back, back here to stay Can winners be losers? Runnin’ on the same track While some head for glory, others we crash Well it breaks my heart to see you this way The beauty in life where’s it gone And somebody told me you were doin’ okay…

Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race Blown out my mind, I can’t keep up the pace I’m selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground My gone little mama cut out without a sound With my greased-up levis, baseball boots above my head If it wasn’t…

(Musa Eroğlu) Gurbet elde baş yastığa gelende Gayet yaman olur işi garibin Gelen olmaz giden olmaz yanına Dinmez asla gözün yaşı garibin Gurbet elde gariplere kim baksın Anam yok ki gelsin gözyaşı döksün Kimsem yok ki mezarıma taş diksin Bir çalıdır mezar taşı garibin Yazıktır gurbette garip adına Doyulur mu memleketin tadına Her geldikçe emsalleri…

Saturday night, my head is spinning. I wonder who’s heart I’ve been sinning for. Cold rain blows on my window. Soft sand gone from my pillow. One more step that I’ve been taking, Yes and one more, I don’t need no more breaking up. All the red lights, how they are Burning down the highway….

Something just befall And I can’t stave off They get over me I’m unable to talk It seems Like I’m falling down I just wanna scream I just wanna run Away! ‘Cause sometimes Things get out of control Not to cry I have to stick up And pass by I’m not alone I have to…