Soap (~ Die Ausgeflippten) ' Dizisinin Konusu : Charlotte , doktor olan sevgilisi ile ilişkileri artık yürüyemez bir hal alır ve birlikte yaşayan sevgililer charlotte nin eşyalarını toplayın evden ayrılmasıyla son bulur. charlotte kendisine yeni bir hayat kurmak ister ve yeni bir daireye taşınır. bu yenie apartman dairesinde komşusu Travesti olan Veronica ile tanışır. oda kenisi gibi aynı sorunlardan dertli aynı düşüncede birisidir. ikisi arasında sıradışı bir arkadaşlık başlar...
All in the Family(1971)(8,3-14299)
Barney Miller(1974)(8,2-4081)
The Bob Newhart Show(1972)(8,1-4135)
WKRP in Cincinnati(1978)(7,9-8091)
The Odd Couple(1970)(7,9-4490)
Taxi(1978)(7,7-10009)
Night Court(1984)(7,7-8905)
Three's Company(1977)(7,5-10571)
Maude(1972)(7,2-2953)
Welcome Back, Kotter(1975)(7,0-5357)
One Day at a Time(1975)(6,6-3032)
The Love Boat(1977)(6,1-7622)
80 tarihli magazine albümü. grubun en iyi albümlerindendir kanımca ki prodüktörü de martin hannett'dır*.
(piggiama - 14 Ağustos 2004 18:43)
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(mgh - 14 Ağustos 2004 18:49)
bu albumdemagazine - because your frightened magazine - model worker magazine - i'm a party magazine - you never knew me magazine - philadelphia magazine - i want to burn again magazine - thank you (falettinme be mice elf agin) magazine - sweetheart contract magazine - stuck magazine - a song from under the floorboards adli parcalar bulunur.
(brown - 14 Ağustos 2004 18:58)
bir cirpida sozlerini de yazayim tam olsun- because your frightened you love me because you're frightenedand i'm falling in love with youbecause i'm getting frightenedof the things you somehow make me doyou love me because you're frightenedi can easily believe my eyesyour fear is my finest hourmy fear is your disguiselook what fear's done to my bodya frightening worldis an interesting world to be inin the forbidden cityor on the roof of the worldor at the receiving endof the nine o'clock newshowever you put your mind to ityou can find fear where you chooselook what fear's done to my bodyyou want to hurtyou want to craveyou want to praise and curse and blameyou want to believe just what you likethen you want to hurt and crave againthey took you to the top of the mountainthey showed you the valleyyou bought ityou couldn't wait, could you!look what fear's done to my bodyyou want to hurt ... - model worker i'm sick of working on the landi wanna work with machines and look handsomei have been indulgingin ostentatious displaydoing little more than eatthree square meals a dayand i've been shirking my dutyso i've been sending gifts to curry favourbut because i love youand because you love mea model workeri'ii willingly bei need a holiday, i've not been welltake me to the brocade river hoteland i just want to knowwhile the revolution lastswill it enable meto swallow broken glass!i'm not too worried by hegemonyi know the cadre will look after meand i just want to know while the revolution lastswill it enable me to swallow broken glass!i have been indulging in ostentatious displaydoing little more than eat three square meals a daybut because i love you .. - i'm a party i'm such and suchi'm a screambad choices take me to taskyou'll seei'll take out the carbut nobody'll want to crashtake me with youi'm a partyi don't know where i've beenso all things being equali'm a partyi won't know where we're goingyou could do me a favourdo whatever you want toi will let you hurt mebecause i know it hurts youit hurts youwhat you say goesi'm a partyall over the towni fell into youi keep up with all that's coming downso, what's shaking!i'm a parryyou've got me racing, you've got me racingthe sound of a sirenin all the spaces betweenyou could do me a favour ...i know it hurts youi'm a party - you never knew me i don't want to turn aroundand find i'd got it wrongor that i should have been laughing all alongyou're what keeps me aliveyou're what's destroying medo you want the truth or do you want your sanity ?you were helland everything else was just a messi found i'd stepped into the deepest unhappinesswe get backi bleed into youthank god that i don't love youall of that's behind me nowstill seems to be above youi don't knowi don't know whether i ever knew youbut i know youi know you never knew mei don't knowi don't know whether i ever knew youbut i know youi know you never knew medo you want to!hope doesn't serve me nowi don't move fast at all these daysyou think you've understoodyou're ignorant that wayi'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorryi'm sorry i can't be cancelled out like thiswe had to kill too muchbefore we could even kissi don't know ... - philadelphia your clean-living, clear-eyedclever, level-headed brother sayshe'll put all the screwsupon your newest loverbuddha's in the fireplacethe truth's in drugs from outer spacemaybe it's right to be nervous nowwho are these madmen!what do they want from me!with all of their straight-talk from their miseryeverything'd be just fineif i had the right pastimei'd've been raskolnikovbut mother nature ripped me offin philadelphiai'm sure that i felt healthiermaybe it's right to be nervous nowi had liberty of movementbut i'm so lazyi'm so lazyi'm just so lazyyou're just a big kidyou're not so big at thatyou never got the hang of itnow you're being looked atwhere have i seen you before!'same place you saw me, i expecti've got a good face for memories'in philadelphiai'm sure that i felt healthiermaybe it's right to be nervous now - i want to burn again the newcomer arrivespossession and guilt in his faceapologises to the customs manfor the gaping hole in his suitcasesays 'i've seen where promises are madei've seen how people are undoneit's always doneman to manone to onei'm ditching an empty suitcasei've been in storytowni've been swimming in poisonsbeen slowing up and downi've known the eeriest woundsthe soul's long quarantinewhen no rewards remainno one and nothing comes cleani've been blown about for yearson my way to youi've been blown about for yearson my way to youand i still turn to lovei want to burn againand i still turn to lovein a roomwhere arrangements are made for successyou try to say that you possess meby your caressi met your lover yesterdaywearing some things i left at your placesinging a song that means a lot to mei've known a certain gracei've been blown about for yearson my way to you ..and i still turn to lovei'm still turningi want to burn again - thank you (falettinme be mice elf agin) looking at the devilgrinning at his gunfingers start shakingi begin to runthank you for letting me be myself againbullets start chasingi begin to stopwe begin to wrestle andi was on the top i want to thank you ...thank you for the partyi could never staymany things is on my mindwords in the waythank you .. - sweetheart contract we drank from cups on standard-issue sofas under scaffoldinginformed sources said we were seen by observers - it's a meetingi received an educationi was dominant for hoursi won myself a wealth of weapons, supermassive wealthunder a sweetheart contract which clearly stated'strength is always health'i had one upper handi was dominant for hoursi want to be there, on the far side of sini've been putting myself through hell, waiting for hell to begini got insurancei was dominant for hoursmy tour-de-force is to forget all that's gone on around and about memy manners are forever and whatever sells the newspapers suits mei got an educationi was dominant for hoursi had one upper handi was dominant for hoursi got insurancei was dominant for hourswe'd better give it back, it's not ours - stuck in the rushthe rush of my sensesin the heatthe heat of this momentin the palace of nationsi think i can love you out of weaknessin the heat of this moment i stick myself in laughterrun for iti'm running awayknow-it-alli will return againpushing myself so helplesshopelesswhen i can love you out of weaknesswhich of us is to blame!i'm stupidi only know enough to get out of the rainoh, i really tiptoe, i really tiptoestopwhen you cease to amaze metake a lookmy part in the patterni know it'll never matterso i stick myself in laughteri may love you out of weaknessis that what i was afraid of! - a song from under the floorboards i am angry i am ill and i'm as ugly as sinmy irritability keeps me alive and kickingi know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a biti know beauty and i know a good thing when i see itthis is a song from under the floorboardsthis is a song from where the wall is crackedmy force of habit, i am an insecti have to confess i'm proud as hell of that facti know the highest and the besti accord them all due respectbut the brightest jewel inside of meglows with pleasure at my own stupiditythis is a song ....i used to make phantoms i could later chaseimages of all that could be desiredthen i got tired of counting all of these blessingsand then i just got tiredthis is a song ...
(brown - 14 Ağustos 2004 18:59)
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