Junk
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two
Brokenhearted jubilee
Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree
Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da La da da da
Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da da da la la la la la
Candlesticks, building bricks,
something old and new
Memories for you and me
Words and Music by Paul McCartney
[Originally performed by Accept] Sparks – the eyes of fire Flying high in the night Storms – the arms of evil It’s gonna take your life You know the bats crying Hell bent for the death Rain – the tears of the devil Gonna lay you to rest Rolling a thunder – a curse on…
Telli telli telli, şu telli turna Sanma ki yaralı, uçmaz bir daha Takılmış kanadı göçmen buluta Anlatır eski beni şimdiki bana Sakın çıkma patika yollara, O dağlara, kırlara, o karlı ovaya Yenik düşüyor herşey zamana Biz büyüdük ve kirlendi dünya Telli telli telli, şu telli turna Sanma ki yaralı, uçmaz bir daha Takılmış kanadı göçmen…
Funny sometimes how you let The little things Get in your way Funny how you just can’t talk Although sometimes You’ve got so much to say Silly when you know you’ve got the thing That everybody Needs so bad Stupid if you let those jealous people Telling lies Make you sad I thought I heard…
Güzel günlerdi ama bitti… Yıkılıyorum ben tek başıma Artık tadım tuzum yok Ne güzeldi o eski günler Ama şimdi derdim çok Söyle ben sensiz nasıl Hayattan tat alayım Yeter ki bana gel de Kollarıma alayım Dert çekiyorum çok özlüyorum Allah kimseyi böyle benim gibi yarsız bırakmasın Amin… Oynatmaya az kaldı ah söyle nerdesin Sen yoksan…
[including A Warm Wave Of Euphoria] [Music: O’Donnell, Lyrics: Yurkiewicz] We’r in the midst of a conspiracy that has been waged for half a cantury This sick persecution began originally by businessmen fearing the loss of money Through manipulation of corrupt industry hemp prohibition became a reality Misinformation became the legacy as the worth of…
Is my imagination running away or is all this really happening to me? Am I a prince in a far-away land filled with fantasy? Where is reailty and what are the actions that will define who I am? I am holding on to the visions I’ve seen of what I could be It’s what I…