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" l must love what l destroy and destroy the thing l love "

Rollant   03 Mayıs 2007 18:26        (0 puan)  |    
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sting i çok sevmesem bile hayran bıraktığı şarkı sözleridir..

Theres a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
Ive no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street

It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And youll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
Ive the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street

She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
Shes innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I MUST LOVE WHAT I DESTROY and DESTROY THE THİNG I LOVE
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street

matissera   19 Eylül 2006 11:03        (0 puan)  |    
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Buram buram Oscar Wilde kokar (The Ballad of Reading Gaol)

[...]
"I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die"
[...]

ThisPossessed   10 Eylül 2006 02:41        (2 puan)  |    
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nick cave

sakura   25 Ağustos 2006 11:59        (0 puan)  |    
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