The Baker (~ A pék) ' Filminin Konusu : class="text-collapsed" style="overflow: hidden;" Milo, sınırda yaşayan bir tetikçidir. Bir iş üzerinde çalışıyorken kafasının içine giren bir şey kontratındaki taahhüdü yerine getirmesine engel olunca Milo, işverenlerinin gazabından kurtulmak için kenti terk etmek zorunda kalır. Lastik eldivenlere takıntısı olan acımasız bir meslektaşı tarafından takip edilen Milo’nun yolu, Galler’deki bir köye düşer ve kahramanımız burada köyün halkı tarafından fırıncı sanılır. Milo’nun düşmanlarından gizlenmesini mümkün kılan yanlış anlaşılmayı sürdürmesi için gerçekten fırıncılık yapması gerekmektedir ve Milo fırının başına geçmesiyle beraber yeni işinin başına gelen en güzel şey olduğunu fark eder. Fırının başındayken tüm kaygılarından arınmaktadır. Fırıncılık, Milo için bir terapiden farksızdır. Köyün güzel veterineriyle aralarında kıvılcımlanan aşk, Milo’yu fırıncı olarak yeni bir yaşam kurma hayallerine iter. Fakat köylüler Milo’nun gerçek kimliğini öğrenip Milo’dan tetikçilik işleri havale etmeye başlayınca işler karışır. Milo’nun hayatında ciddi bir seçim yapması gerekmektedir.
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Himmerland(2008)(4,2-149)
progressive rock'ın doruklarında harika akustik bölümleri olan resmen müzik böyle yapılır denen bir jethro tull şarkısı..aslında 5 bölümden oluşur:"baker st. muse" "the pig-me and the whore" "nice little tune" "crash-barrier waltzer" "mother england reverie"
(cryptist - 23 Aralık 2008 02:43)
bu kadar underrated bir parça daha yok herhalde. kardeşim nasıl olur ya. orjinal parçanın 6:54'den sonra giren bir melodisi var ki bunu yazan insan olamaz. hemen, ritmik olarak yazamasam da, notaları: eb eb e db db // b bb db f# bb (dünyanın en boktan notasyon sistemi oldu herhalde).
(eskidenburalarkomplebenimdi - 6 Mayıs 2012 23:43)
1975 yili minstrel in the gallery albumunde yer alan, bir mini-konsept album niteligindeki 16 kusur dakika suren enfes jethro tull sarkisi. ian anderson'un baker street'deki evinde yasarken daha sonra esi olacak olan shona learoyd isimli kadini dusunurek, hissettigi umutsuzluk, ofke, bikkinlik ve yalnizliklari yansittigi sarkidir. bu sarki dinlenirken insan tanimli her duyguyu hissettigini dusunur, kafasi karisir, sonunda ise gidip bir bardak su icer.sarki su dort bolumden olusmaktadir :- baker street muse- pig me and the whore- crash barrier waltzer- mother england reveriesozleri ise su sekildedir :windy bus-stop. click. shop-window. heel.shady gentleman. fly-button. feel.in the underpass, the blind man stands.with cold flute hands.symphony match-seller, breath out of time.you can call me on another line.indian restaurants that curry my brain.newspaper warriors changing the names,they advertise from the station stand.with cold print hands.symphony word-player, i'll be your headline.if you catch me another time.didn't make her with my baker street ruse.couldn't shake her with my baker street bruise.like to take her but i'm just a baker street muse.ale-spew, puddle-brew boys, throw it up clean.coke and bacardi colours them green.from the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princesswith great finesse.fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feetdown in the baker street underground. (what the hell!)didn't make her with my baker street ruse.couldn't shake her with my baker street bruise.like to take her but i'm just a baker street muse.walking down the gutter thinking, "how the hell am i today?''well, i didn't really ask you but thanks all the same.pig-me and the whore"big bottom fraulein, put your weight on me,''said the pig-me to the whore,desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.little man, his youth a fountain.overdrafted and still counting.vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to where he came from.in the doorway of the stars,between blandford street and mars;proposition, deal. flying button feel. testicle testing.wallet ever-bulging. dressed to the left, divulgingthe wrinkles of his years.wedding-bell induced fears.shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.international assistance flowing generous and fullto his never-ready tool.pulls his eyes over her wool.and he shudders as he comes.and my rudder slowly turns me into the marylebone road.crash-barrier waltzerand here slip i dragging one foot in the gutterin the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap radios.and there sits she no bed, no bread, no butteron a double yellow line where she can park anytime.old lady grey; crash-barrier waltzersome only son's mother.baker street casualty.oh, mr. policemanblue shirt ballet master.feet in sticking plaster move the old lady on.strange pas-de-deux his romeo to her juliet.her sleeping draught, his poisoned regret.no drunken bums allowedto sleep here in the crowded emptiness.oh officer, let me send her to a cheap hotel.i'll pay the bill and make her welllike hell you bloody will!no do-good over kill.we must teach them to be stillmore independent.mother england reveriei have no time for time magazine or rolling stone.i have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones.i have no house in the country i have no motor car.and if you think i'm joking, then i'm just a one-line joker in a public bar.and it seems there's no-body left for tennis; and i'm a one-band-man.and i want no top twenty funeral or a hundred grand.there was a little boy stood on a burning log,rubbing his hands with glee. he said, "oh mother england,did you light my smile;or did you light this fire under me?one day i'll be a minstrel in the gallery.and paint you a picture of the queen.and if sometimes i sing to a cynical degreeit's just the nonsense that it seems.''so i drift down through the baker street valley,in my steep-sided un-reality.and when all is said and all is donei couldn't wish for a better one.it's a real-life ripe dead certaintythat i'm just a baker street muse.talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same old way.i tried to catch my eye but i looked the other way.indian restaurants that curry my brainnewspaper warriors changing the namesthey advertise from the station stand.circumcised with cold print hands.windy bus-stop. click. shop-window. heel.shady gentleman. fly-button. feel.in the underpass, the blind man stands.with cold flute hands.symphony match-seller, breath out of timeyou can call me on another line.didn't make her with my baker street ruse.couldn't shake her with my baker street bruise.like to take her but i'm just a baker street muse.(i can't get out!)
(speedy - 17 Haziran 2003 15:25)
dünya'nın en güzel şarkısıdır. oh be, hep bu enrty'i gireceğim zamanı hayal etmiştim. bu kadar.
(unearthly child - 16 Ocak 2015 20:25)
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