• "west side storynin puerto ricolu olan sharks çetesinin kadınlarının ve erkekelerinin birlikte söyledikleri, amerikada yaşamanın artıları ve eksilerini anlatan sarkısı."
  • "(bkz: amerika)"
  • "almost famous filminde kizin "bu sarki neden evden kacip hostes olmak istedigimi anlatiyor" dedigi harika simon and garfunkel klasigi."
  • "allen ginsberg in her okuyusta baska bir sey kesfettiren, derslere konu olan sahane siiri.."
  • "(bkz: horse with no name)"
  • "almost famous'da da calan muhtesem simon and garfunkel sarkisi."
  • "sadece kızılderili görüntülerinin mükemmel olduğu geriye kalanının tamamiyle age of empires araklaması olduğunu düşündüğüm bir strateji oyunu"
  • "meksikanın zengin ve antipatik futbol kulübü. bu özellikleriyle ve rekleriyle fenerbahçe'nin meksikadaki muadili denilebilir. ezeli rakibi* ise oldukça sempatik bir camia olan chivas'tır."




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    pek guzel bir simon and garfunkel parcasi...lyricler ise $u $ekildedir:

    let us be lovers.
    we'll marry our fortunes together.
    i've got some real estate
    here in my bag.

    so we bought a pack of cigarettes
    and mrs. wagner's pies
    and walked off
    to look for america.

    "kathy," i said
    as we boarded the greyhound in pittsburgh.
    "michigan seems like a dream to me now.
    it took me four days
    to hitchhike from saginaw.
    i've come to look for america."

    laughing on the bus,
    playing games with the faces.
    she said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy.
    i said, "be careful, his bow tie is really a camera."

    "toss me a cigarette,
    i think there's one in my raincoat."
    "we smoked the last one an hour ago."
    so i looked at the scenery;
    she read her magazine.
    and the moon rose over an open field.

    "kathy, i'm lost," i said,
    though i knew she was sleeping.
    "i'm empty and aching and
    i don't know why."

    counting the cars
    on the new jersey turnpike,
    they've all come
    to look for america...
    all come to look for america...
    all come to look for america...


    (marillion - 1 Mayıs 2002 03:17)

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    uc gitar/vocal elemanindan olusan, (crosbystills& nash gibi) amerikali folk rock trio. adlarinin aksine ingilterede kurulmuslardir. hepsi asker cocugudur ve babalarinin gorevleri yuzunden ikamet etmek zorunda olduklari ingilterede tanisip grup kurmaya karar vermislerdir.butun albumleri nedense h harfi ile baslar.


    (coldplay - 3 Aralık 2002 11:17)

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    horse with no name isimli parcalarinda sizi bir colde yalnizbasiniza ama bir o kadar da ozgur hissettirebilen, dingin ruh dokumu diyebilecegimiz, az da melankolik sarkilar armagan etmislerdir folk-rock muzigine.


    (coldplay - 3 Aralık 2002 11:25)

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    santananın shaman albumunde p.o.d. ile düet yaptığı mükemmel parça. sözlerini de yaziim tam olsun:

    this is america
    pod and santana live in la casa
    live and direct for you and yours
    yo america, america

    was it the way that she looked at me
    she had caught my eye
    she stole my heart she freed my mind
    the way we loved it was magical
    truly wonderful
    it was me and your so beautiful

    and i know that you feel this too
    will our dreams come true
    i believe in you
    show me the way to my better days
    what's the price to pay
    if i follow you

    [chorus:]
    america, america
    will you come back to me baby please don't away don´t let me go
    america, america
    can you get back to me baby don't run away i need you so

    i trust in you still you walk away
    you just ran away
    i thought our love would never change
    the way you move had me hypnotized
    now i realize
    i fell again the same old lies

    plans you change the present rearranged
    if we don't know the path the future we can't attain
    so i maintain, dealt my hands so i deal with it
    know what is truth myself
    i stay real with it


    (zombie - 8 Aralık 2002 15:05)

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    prince ve guzel ekibinin* around the world in a day albumunden bir antidote sarki.. kendisinin sign o the times'la birlikte en politik duruslarindan biri.. dinleyeni helyumla dolduran ritmini ve gayet kaydedeger sozlerini nakletmemek olmaz.. dinleyelim devam ederiz..

    aristocrats on a mountain climb
    makin' money, losin' time
    communism is just a word
    but if the government turn over
    it'll be the only word that's heard

    america, america
    god shed his grace on thee
    america, america
    keep the children free

    little sister make minimum wage
    livin' in a one-room jungle monkey cage
    can't get over, she's almost dead
    she may not be in the black
    but she happy she ain't in the red

    freedom – love – joy – peace

    jimmy nothing never went 2 school
    they made him pledge allegiance
    he said it wasn't cool
    nothin' made jimmy proud
    now jimmy live on a mushroom cloud

    boom! boom! boom! boom! (oh lord, oh lord)
    and the bomb go
    boom!

    teacher, why won't jimmy pledge allegiance?


    (aritmi - 20 Aralık 2002 11:09)

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    hemen herkes bilir allen ginsberg'un pek leziz siiridir. turkce meali ise budur:

    amerika

    amerika her seyimi verdim sana, simdi bir hiçim
    17 ocak 1956 ve iki dolar yirmi-yedi sent.
    kendi kafam bile destek degil bana.
    insanlarla savasi ne zaman sona erdirecegiz amerika?
    al su atom bombani kiçina sok.
    kafam bozuk, amerika, bir de sen üstüme varma,
    kafam yerine gelene dek siir miir de yazmayacagim.
    söyle bana amerika ne zaman melekleseceksin sen?
    ne zaman anadan dogma olacaksin
    ne zaman bakacaksin mezarliktan amerika?
    ne zaman milyonlarca troçkistine yakisir olacaksin?
    amerika, kitapliklarin niçin gözyasi ile dolu?
    amerika, hindistan'a yumurtalari ne zaman yollayacaksin?
    amerika bu senin kili kirk yarmalarindan biktim artik.
    ne zaman süpermarket'e gidip, su güzel gözlerim için
    gerekenleri alabilecegim?
    amerika, her seyin bir yana, eksiksiz olan bir sen varsin
    bir de ben, öbür dünya degil.
    su makinalarina da dayanasim kalmadi amerika, bil.
    bende bir ermis olma istegi uyandirdin.
    bu tartismayi çözmek için bir baska yol olmali.
    burroughs simdi tanca'da, sanmiyorum ki geri dönsün
    korkunç bir sey olurdu bu.
    sen de korkunç musun amerika yoksa bir oyun mu bu?
    saplantimdan dönecegimi saniyorsan aldaniyorsun.
    öyle üstüme varma amerika, ne yaptigimi biliyorum ben.
    amerika, erikler çiçek döküyor.
    aylardir gazete okudugum yok, her gün
    cinayetten birisi kodesi boyluyor.
    amerika, wobblie'lere tutkunum ben.
    küçükken komünisttim amerika,
    özür mözür de dilemiyorum
    simdi her firsatta esrar çekiyorum.
    günlerce evde oturup is olsun diye kilerdeki gülleri seyrediyorum.
    chinatown'a gittigimde kafayi çekiyorum ölesiye,
    ama hiç kimselerle yatamiyorum.
    bu isin içinde bir samata oldugunu saniyorum.
    ah! sen beni marx okurken görmeliydin amerika.
    ruh doktorum hiçbir seyin yok diyor.
    hiçbir seyim yok gerçekten,
    tanri' ya yakarma dahil.
    mistik görünümlerim ve kozmik titresimlerim var yalniz.
    amerika, daha sana max amcam rusya'dan döndükten sonra
    ona yaptiklarindan söz açmadim.
    sana sesleniyorum amerika.
    heyecanlarinin daha time eliyle yönetilmesine göz yumacak misin?
    ben time'a tutkunum amerika
    her hafta bir tane alip okuyorum
    kösebasindaki sekercinin yanindan geçerken kapagi beni gözlüyor
    onu berkeley halk kitapligi'nin bodrum katinda okuyorum.
    sana hep sorumluluktan söz ediyor.
    is adamlari ciddi.
    film yapimcilari ciddi.
    herkes ciddi, ben hariç.
    zaman zaman amerika ben degil miyim diye düsündügüm oluyor.
    yeniden kendi kendimle konusmaya basladim iste.
    asya bana karsi ayaklaniyor amerika.
    bir metelik talihim yok.
    en iyisi ulusal kaynaklari inceleyip, onlara dönmek.
    ulusal kaynaklarim, biliyorum, iki parça esrar,
    binlerce cinsiyet organi,
    saatde 1400 mil hizla giden
    bir özel basilmaz edebiyat ve yirmibesbin timarhane.
    cezaevlerinden ve besbin günes isigi altinda saksilarda
    yasayan fakir fukaradan sözetmiyorum.
    fransa'daki kerhaneleri kaldirdim,
    simdi sira tanca'da.
    katolik olmasina katoligim ama gene de baskan olmak istiyorum.
    amerika senin bu alik ve çilgin havanda nasil kutsal bir yakarma yazabilirim?
    dörtlüklerime henry ford gibi devam edecegim,
    yazdiklarim onun çikardigi otomobiller kadar
    kisisel, üstelik her biri degisik cinsiyetten.
    amerika dörtlüklerimi pesin para 2500 dolardan satarim sana,
    eski dörtlüklerimi de 500 eksigine alirim.
    amerika tom mooney'i serbest birak.
    amerika ispanyol cumhuriyetçilerini kurtar.
    america sacco ve vanzetti ölmemeli.
    amerika ben scottsboro çocuklariyim.
    amerika,
    yedi yasimdayken anam hücre toplantilarinda götürürdü beni,
    orda bize leblebi satarlardi, bir karneye bir avuç
    leblebibes sent ve söylev belesti
    herkes bir melekti orda amerika ve isçiler karsi iyi
    duygularla doluydu herkes içtendi amerika ve
    bilemezsinparti 1833'de nasil iyiydi ve scott nearing ne hos
    bir ihtiyardi bloor ana bir seferinde nasil da
    aglatmistibeni bir kez israel amter'i görmüstüm orda.
    her biri birer casus olmaliydi onlarin.
    amerika biliyorum gerçekten savasmak istemiyorsun.
    amerika onlar rus haydutlari biliyorum.
    ruslar onlar ruslar ve çinliler.
    ve ruslar.
    ve ruslar.
    rusya bizi canli canli gövdeye indirmek istiyor.
    lüpletmek istiyor.
    gücünde çilgina dönmüs moskof.
    elimizden arabalarimizi ve garajlarimizi almak istiyor.
    chicago'yu ele geçirmek istiyor.
    onun kizil reader digest'a ihtiyaci var.
    bizim otomobil fabrikalarimizi sibirya'ya tasimak istiyor.
    benzin istasyonlarimizi o büyük igrenç bürokrasi yönetsin istiyor.
    iyi bir sey degil bu.
    o kizilderililere okuma yazma ögretmek istiyor.
    onun güçlü kuvvetli zencilere ihtiyaci var.
    bizi günde on-alti saat çalistirmak istiyor.
    imdat.
    amerika bu is ciddi.
    amerika ben bunlari televizyona bakarak çikariyorum.
    amerika dogru mu bunlar ?
    hemen çalismaya baslasam iyi olacak,
    öyle görülüyor.
    ama orduya yazilmak istemiyorum,
    ne de fabrikalarda tasviye tekerlegi çevirmek,
    miyobun biriyim,
    üstelik kafadan çatlak.
    amerika dönsün çark.
    nasili masili yok.
    su oglan omuzlarimizla dönsün.*


    (muglak - 14 Ocak 2003 18:40)

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    (bkz: west side story)

    anita
    puerto rico
    my heart's devotion
    let it sink back in the ocean
    always the hurricanes blowing
    always the population growing
    and the money owing
    and the sunlight streaming
    and the natives steaming
    i like the island manhattan
    smoke on your pipe
    and put that in!

    girls
    i like to be in america
    okay by me in america
    everything free in america

    bernardo
    for a small fee in america

    anita
    buying on credit is so nice

    bernardo
    one look at us and they charge twice

    rosalia
    i'll have my own washing machine

    indio
    what will you have though to keep clean?

    anita
    skyscrapers bloom in america

    rosalia
    cadillacs zoom in america

    teresita
    industry boom in america

    boys
    twelve in a room in america

    anita
    lots of new housing with more space

    bernardo
    lots of doors slaming in our face

    anita
    i'll get a terrace apartment

    bernardo
    better get rid of your accent

    anita
    life can be bright in america

    boys
    if you can fight in america

    girls
    life is all right in america

    boys
    if you're all white in america

    girls
    here you are free and you have pride

    boys
    long as you stay on your own side

    girls
    free to be anything you choose

    boys
    free to wait tables and shine shoes

    bernardo
    everywhere grime in america
    organized crime in america
    terrible time in america

    anita
    you forget i'm in america

    bernardo
    i think i'll go back to san juan

    anita
    i know what boat you can get on

    bernardo
    everyone there will give big cheers

    anita
    everyone there will have moved here


    (emile ajar - 28 Ocak 2003 01:39)

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    sick of it all şarkısı olan america pek güzeldir, harikadır, yours truly albümündendir.arada bi dinlendiinde hemen keyfi yerine getirir.
    loyalty, i gave my loyalty
    i gave my heart and my soul.
    my heart and soul and all i could give
    for a reason to live.
    fidelity, always fidelity
    putting everything i was aside
    and i tried to be the best in their eyes.
    how could they do this
    how could they do this
    how could they do this to me?
    suffering, the pain and suffering.
    being separate again, separate again
    from what i hold dear.
    and the shame of the tears
    disappeared, the honors disappeared.
    with the betrayal of trust my body and being.
    they washed their hands of me
    once and for all.
    how could they do this
    how could they do this
    how could they do this to me?
    this statistic wont lay down
    take a number or stand in line
    this statistic wants to hear
    that they're guilty about their crimes.
    this statistic wont lay down
    take a number or stand in line
    this statistic wants to hear
    that they're guilty about their crimes.
    america


    (yourstruly - 25 Mart 2003 22:36)

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    1970'de amerikada kurulmuş adı üstünde amerikalı folk-rock grubu...ilk albümleri (adı üstünde hala spekülasyon yapılır) america yada horse with no name mükemmeldir...soona hat-trick, holiday, harbor gibin çok iyi albümleri war...77'de bozup pop grubu haline geldiler, soonada daıldılar sessizce...


    (vanzant - 12 Ağustos 1999 00:00)

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    bir allen ginsberg dehasi urunu olarak su gunlerde tekrar tekrar okumasi iyi gelen, dile getirilemeyene tercuman olabilen bir siir ki "america when will you be angelic?" demek istetir bana yine yeniden.*


    (deyvidbovi - 1 Nisan 2003 21:58)

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    allen ginsberg'in america isimli şiirinin orijinali aşağıdaki gibidir; bu şiirin ferit edgü tarafından çevrilmiş olanı içinse (bkz: #2186362).

    america:

    america i've given you all and now i'm nothing.
    america two dollars and twenty-seven cents january 17, 1956.
    i can't stand my own mind.
    america when will we end the human war?
    go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
    i don't feel good don't bother me.
    i won't write my poem till i'm in my right mind.
    america when will you be angelic?
    when will you take off your clothes?
    when will you look at yourself through the grave?
    when will you be worthy of your million trotskyites?
    america why are your libraries full of tears?
    america when will you send your eggs to india?
    i'm sick of your insane demands.
    when can i go into the supermarket and buy what i need with my good looks?
    america after all it is you and i who are perfect not the next world.
    your machinery is too much for me.
    you made me want to be a saint.
    there must be some other way to settle this argument.
    burroughs is in tangiers i don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
    are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
    i'm trying to come to the point.
    i refuse to give up my obsession.
    america stop pushing i know what i'm doing.
    america the plum blossoms are falling.
    i haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
    murder.
    america i feel sentimental about the wobblies.
    america i used to be a communist when i was a kid and i'm not sorry.
    i smoke marijuana every chance i get.
    i sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
    when i go to chinatown i get drunk and never get laid.
    my mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
    you should have seen me reading marx.
    my psychoanalyst thinks i'm perfectly right.
    i won't say the lord's prayer.
    i have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
    america i still haven't told you what you did to uncle max after he came over
    from russia.

    i'm addressing you.
    are you going to let our emotional life be run by time magazine?
    i'm obsessed by time magazine.
    i read it every week.
    its cover stares at me every time i slink past the corner candystore.
    i read it in the basement of the berkeley public library.
    it's always telling me about responsibility. businessmen are serious. movie
    producers are serious. everybody's serious but me.
    it occurs to me that i am america.
    i am talking to myself again.

    asia is rising against me.
    i haven't got a chinaman's chance.
    i'd better consider my national resources.
    my national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
    an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
    twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
    i say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
    my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
    i have abolished the whorehouses of france, tangiers is the next to go.
    my ambition is to be president despite the fact that i'm a catholic.

    america how can i write a holy litany in your silly mood?
    i will continue like henry ford my strophes are as individual as his
    automobiles more so they're all different sexes
    america i will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
    america free tom mooney
    america save the spanish loyalists
    america sacco & vanzetti must not die
    america i am the scottsboro boys.
    america when i was seven momma took me to communist cell meetings they
    sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
    speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
    workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
    was in 1935 scott nearing was a grand old man a real mensch mother
    bloor made me cry i once saw israel amter plain. everybody must have
    been a spy.
    america you don're really want to go to war.
    america it's them bad russians.
    them russians them russians and them chinamen. and them russians.
    the russia wants to eat us alive. the russia's power mad. she wants to take
    our cars from out our garages.
    her wants to grab chicago. her needs a red reader's digest. her wants our
    auto plants in siberia. him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
    that no good. ugh. him makes indians learn read. him need big black niggers.
    hah. her make us all work sixteen hours a day. help.
    america this is quite serious.
    america this is the impression i get from looking in the television set.
    america is this correct?
    i'd better get right down to the job.
    it's true i don't want to join the army or turn lathes in precision parts
    factories, i'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
    america i'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.


    (ravena - 5 Temmuz 2004 00:14)

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