<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:57:28.134-07:00</updated><category term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Şarkı Sözleri,Sarki Sozleri</title><subtitle type='html'>Sarki,Sarki Sozleri,Sarki.biz,Şarkı Sözleri,Şarkı,Şarkı Sözleri İndir,İndir,İndir Şarkı Sözleri,Sarki Sozleri Sitesi,Şarkı Sözleri Sitesi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mhrzn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14217340383497925099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfREPF5iXJI/TR-B4AcnVxI/AAAAAAAAADc/VYDaIxpCf50/S220/mhrzn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-1846565291669244901</id><published>2010-04-03T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:35:16.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>İbrahim tarafından yapılan Google Sidewiki girişi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Cevher.Tk | Müzik,Film,Video,Oyun | Genel Blogu" hakkında yararlı bilgiler.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.cevher.tk/'&gt;http://www.cevher.tk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;konu: &lt;a href='http://www.cevher.tk/'&gt;Cevher.Tk | Müzik,Film,Video,Oyun | Genel Blogu&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href='http://www.google.com/sidewiki/entry/100041339261958419853/id/hF01SbHieDVRv_zTJLkdZELvN6g'&gt;Google Sidewiki'de görüntüle&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-1846565291669244901?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1846565291669244901/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2010/04/ibrahim-tarafndan-yaplan-google.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1846565291669244901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1846565291669244901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2010/04/ibrahim-tarafndan-yaplan-google.html' title='İbrahim tarafından yapılan Google Sidewiki girişi'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8119983794041973982</id><published>2007-08-26T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Sky - I Will Take Care Of You</title><content type='html'>On a September Afternoon &lt;br/&gt;    In 1961&lt;br/&gt;    A baby girl's first cry rang out&lt;br/&gt;    A new life had begun&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Her mother wraped her in her arms&lt;br/&gt;    And she kissed the tiny brow&lt;br/&gt;    And she said darlin' I'm just as scared as you&lt;br/&gt;    But I promise you somehow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I will take care of you&lt;br/&gt;    The very best that I can&lt;br/&gt;    With all of the love &lt;br/&gt;    Here in my heart&lt;br/&gt;    And all of the strength in my hands&lt;br/&gt;    You're every joy I'll share&lt;br/&gt;    For every tear I'll be there&lt;br/&gt;    My whole life through&lt;br/&gt;    I will take of you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    On a September afternoon in 1985&lt;br/&gt;    That little girl had grown into &lt;br/&gt;    A beautiful young bride&lt;br/&gt;    And she turned to the man who held her hand&lt;br/&gt;    Infront of the waiting crowd&lt;br/&gt;    They smiled at each other as they spoke&lt;br/&gt;    And this was the wedding vow&lt;br/&gt;    And they said&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I will take care of you&lt;br/&gt;    the very best that I can&lt;br/&gt;    With all of the love&lt;br/&gt;    Here in my heart&lt;br/&gt;    And all of the strength in my hands&lt;br/&gt;    You're every joy I'll share&lt;br/&gt;    For every tear I'll be there&lt;br/&gt;    My whole life through&lt;br/&gt;    I will take care of you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    On a September afternoon in 1989&lt;br/&gt;    The girl waited by a hospital bed&lt;br/&gt;    Never leaving her mother's side&lt;br/&gt;    And said&lt;br/&gt;    Mama why don't you close your eyes&lt;br/&gt;    Try to get some rest&lt;br/&gt;    It's my turn to take care of you&lt;br/&gt;    I learned from the best&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I will take care of you&lt;br/&gt;    With all the love here in my heart&lt;br/&gt;    And all of the strength in my hands&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    On a September afternoon&lt;br/&gt;    In 1991&lt;br/&gt;    A baby girl's first cry rang out&lt;br/&gt;    A new life has begun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8119983794041973982?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8119983794041973982/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-sky-i-will-take-care-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8119983794041973982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8119983794041973982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-sky-i-will-take-care-of-you.html' title='Amy Sky - I Will Take Care Of You'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5605081865597358417</id><published>2007-08-26T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Sky - Don’t Leave Me Alone</title><content type='html'>Walkin down by the river side&lt;br/&gt;    I see the seagulls wheel and dive&lt;br/&gt;    And if they don't like what they find&lt;br/&gt;    They just fly away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When I look into your eyes&lt;br/&gt;    I can see you too would fly&lt;br/&gt;    Baby there's a lot of sky&lt;br/&gt;    And not all of it is grey&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    For we'll never find out&lt;br/&gt;    if we just walk away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;    O, stay with me&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;    O, stay with me&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Wasn't it just yesterday&lt;br/&gt;    We thought love was here to stay&lt;br/&gt;    We danced to music&lt;br/&gt;    Our hearts played&lt;br/&gt;    How did the magic fade away?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    O, when old dreams die&lt;br/&gt;    and new ones take their place&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;    O, stay with me&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;    Please stay with me&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    O, when old dreams &lt;br/&gt;    and new ones take their place&lt;br/&gt;    But we never know it&lt;br/&gt;    We just walk away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Don' t leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;    O, stay with me&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;    Please stay stay with me&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;    Stay stay with me&lt;br/&gt;    Don't leave me alone&lt;br/&gt;    O, stay with me&lt;br/&gt;    Don' leave me alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5605081865597358417?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5605081865597358417/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-sky-dont-leave-me-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5605081865597358417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5605081865597358417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-sky-dont-leave-me-alone.html' title='Amy Sky - Don’t Leave Me Alone'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5939318418452174006</id><published>2007-08-26T16:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Lee feat. Seether - Broken</title><content type='html'>I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh&lt;br/&gt;    I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;br/&gt;    I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well&lt;br/&gt;    I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br/&gt;    And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You've gone away, you don't feel me, anymore&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The worst is over now and we can breathe again&lt;br/&gt;    I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away&lt;br/&gt;    There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight&lt;br/&gt;    I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [x2]&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause I'm broken when I'm open&lt;br/&gt;    And I don't feel like I am strong enough&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br/&gt;    And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br/&gt;    And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You've gone away&lt;br/&gt;    You don't feel me here anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5939318418452174006?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5939318418452174006/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-lee-feat-seether-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5939318418452174006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5939318418452174006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-lee-feat-seether-broken.html' title='Amy Lee feat. Seether - Broken'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5025147977532668581</id><published>2007-08-26T16:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - You Were There</title><content type='html'>I never thought I needed someone 'til You came my way. &lt;br/&gt;    And how I ever lived without You I don't know to this day. &lt;br/&gt;    There were times I could've done better I know &lt;br/&gt;    But even when I failed You, oh your love would never let go. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You were there &lt;br/&gt;    When I needed someone to talk to &lt;br/&gt;    You were there &lt;br/&gt;    When I could not find my way-oh. &lt;br/&gt;    You know &lt;br/&gt;    You could've given up on me when it seemed that nobody cared. &lt;br/&gt;    You were there, You were there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You know I've faced the same temptation time and again. &lt;br/&gt;    But how could someone leave this warmth to go out in the rain? &lt;br/&gt;    No one else could ever offer me more &lt;br/&gt;    Than Your love and Your understanding, a love I've never known before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5025147977532668581?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5025147977532668581/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-you-were-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5025147977532668581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5025147977532668581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-you-were-there.html' title='Amy Grand - You Were There'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8762209373551102924</id><published>2007-08-26T16:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - What A Difference You’ve Made</title><content type='html'>What a difference You've made in my life &lt;br/&gt;    What a difference You've made in my life &lt;br/&gt;    You're my sunshine day and night &lt;br/&gt;    Oh what a difference You've made in my life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    What a change You have made in my heart &lt;br/&gt;    What a change You have made in my heart &lt;br/&gt;    You replaced all the broken parts &lt;br/&gt;    Oh what a change You have made in my heart &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Love to me was just a word in a song&lt;br/&gt;    That had been way over used &lt;br/&gt;    But you gave love a meaning &lt;br/&gt;    So I've joined in the singing &lt;br/&gt;    That's why I want to spread the news&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    What a difference You've made in my life &lt;br/&gt;    What a difference You've made in my life &lt;br/&gt;    You're my sunshine day and night &lt;br/&gt;    Oh what a difference You've made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8762209373551102924?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8762209373551102924/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-what-difference-youve-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8762209373551102924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8762209373551102924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-what-difference-youve-made.html' title='Amy Grand - What A Difference You’ve Made'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-511315599984756405</id><published>2007-08-26T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Walking In The Light</title><content type='html'>The sun woke me up real early, &lt;br/&gt;    It's a beautiful morn 'Cause I'm goin' down to the river &lt;br/&gt;    To be reborn &lt;br/&gt;    Now me and Jesus did some heavy &lt;br/&gt;    Talkin' last night &lt;br/&gt;    So I'm going down to be dipped and &lt;br/&gt;    Come up walkin' in the light &lt;br/&gt;    So I'm going down to the river &lt;br/&gt;    Real early this morn &lt;br/&gt;    Jesus said, through Him we can &lt;br/&gt;    Be reborn &lt;br/&gt;    And oh the joy that's come &lt;br/&gt;    Inside me &lt;br/&gt;    Laughter fills my night and Fills my day &lt;br/&gt;    With a song of love to guide me &lt;br/&gt;    And the happy words you send my way &lt;br/&gt;    Life with you has made me feel &lt;br/&gt;    The miracle of makin' melodies &lt;br/&gt;    Just a simple wonder when you're walkin'in the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-511315599984756405?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/511315599984756405/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-walking-in-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/511315599984756405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/511315599984756405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-walking-in-light.html' title='Amy Grand - Walking In The Light'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3832877233060330553</id><published>2007-08-26T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Walking Away With You</title><content type='html'>He calls me to the darkness &lt;br/&gt;    He tries to put some hardness in my heart pulling us apart &lt;br/&gt;    He tells me that he needs me &lt;br/&gt;    But lies are all he feeds into my life day and night &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When I'm losing my sense of direction &lt;br/&gt;    And I'm needing some strength and protection&lt;br/&gt;    Walking away with You I go walking away with You &lt;br/&gt;    And when I think I can't stand any longer &lt;br/&gt;    And I'm crying for someone that's stronger &lt;br/&gt;    Walking away with You I go walking away with You &lt;br/&gt;    There's nothing he can do&lt;br/&gt;    His threat to me is through &lt;br/&gt;    When I go walking away with You. &lt;br/&gt;    Lonely overtakes me &lt;br/&gt;    Everyone forsakes me, friends are gone, pain is on. &lt;br/&gt;    Walls around my feelings&lt;br/&gt;    Emptiness concealing all my views &lt;br/&gt;    All but You&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When I'm needing someone to console me &lt;br/&gt;    Nearly dying for someone to hold me I'm walking away with You &lt;br/&gt;    I go walking away with You &lt;br/&gt;    And when I'm faced with a tricky temptation &lt;br/&gt;    I abandon the whole situation &lt;br/&gt;    Walking away with You I go walking away with You &lt;br/&gt;    Oh what a fail safe plan&lt;br/&gt;    Just staying hand in hand I'll keep on walking away with You. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I don't notice if no one's around me &lt;br/&gt;    When I see that Your loving has found me taken by surprise&lt;br/&gt;    Like sunlight in a clouded sky&lt;br/&gt;    Then I'm dancing as light as a feather &lt;br/&gt;    Au revoir to the stormy weather &lt;br/&gt;    Walking from the night &lt;br/&gt;    To a never ending light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3832877233060330553?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3832877233060330553/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-walking-away-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3832877233060330553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3832877233060330553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-walking-away-with-you.html' title='Amy Grand - Walking Away With You'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3059906061874925619</id><published>2007-08-26T16:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Too Late</title><content type='html'>Well, it's too late for walking in the middle &lt;br/&gt;    Too late to try &lt;br/&gt;    Yes it's too late for sitting in the balance &lt;br/&gt;    No more middle line &lt;br/&gt;    Oh, it's too late for walking on fences&lt;br/&gt;    Time to choose your side&lt;br/&gt;    Yes it's too late for flirting with the darkness Make up your mind. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh the time has come for making a decision &lt;br/&gt;    And you say you found the light &lt;br/&gt;    But the talk is cheap when I see the way You're living&lt;br/&gt;    Walking in the night &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Well, it's too late for walking in the middle&lt;br/&gt;    Too late to try &lt;br/&gt;    es it's too late for sitting in the balance &lt;br/&gt;    No more middle line &lt;br/&gt;    Oh, it's too late for thinking you can walk the middle line&lt;br/&gt;    Better get wise. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You may think you can live by your feelings &lt;br/&gt;    Different every night &lt;br/&gt;    But an emotional religion will crumble at our feet &lt;br/&gt;    If we're made to stand and fight &lt;br/&gt;    Well, it's too late for walking on fences &lt;br/&gt;    Time to choose your side&lt;br/&gt;    Yes it's too late for flirting with the darkness &lt;br/&gt;    Please make up your mind &lt;br/&gt;    Well it's too late for thinking you can walk the middle line &lt;br/&gt;    Better get wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3059906061874925619?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3059906061874925619/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3059906061874925619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3059906061874925619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-too-late.html' title='Amy Grand - Too Late'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2481349539533509659</id><published>2007-08-26T16:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - There Will Never Be Another</title><content type='html'>There will never be another who will love me like You &lt;br/&gt;    There will never be another who could hold me, mold me &lt;br/&gt;    There will never be another who could love me purely &lt;br/&gt;    No there will never be another who has loved me like You.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And I know that there will never be another love &lt;br/&gt;    Who could ever be the love that You are &lt;br/&gt;    Cause You had so much to lose but still You gave it up for Your scars- But that's the way you are. &lt;br/&gt;    And if I spent my life attending universities, &lt;br/&gt;    Educated in the wisdom of men &lt;br/&gt;    And if I could even quote a guy like Socrates, &lt;br/&gt;    even then I couldn't comprehend. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And I know I'll never understand this mystery &lt;br/&gt;    If I live to be a hundred and three &lt;br/&gt;    How You died to live the love You give to me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    There will never be another who has loved me like You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2481349539533509659?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2481349539533509659/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-there-will-never-be-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2481349539533509659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2481349539533509659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-there-will-never-be-another.html' title='Amy Grand - There Will Never Be Another'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8939808518342106245</id><published>2007-08-26T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - The Lord Has A Will</title><content type='html'>I need You Lord, in all I do &lt;br/&gt;    You're always there, to see me through &lt;br/&gt;    I can't get by unless I lean on You Lord &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The Lord has a will &lt;br/&gt;    And I have a need &lt;br/&gt;    To follow that will &lt;br/&gt;    To humbly be still &lt;br/&gt;    To rest in it, nest in it, &lt;br/&gt;    Fully be blest in it&lt;br/&gt;    Following my Father's will &lt;br/&gt;    Your law of love is in my heart &lt;br/&gt;    You wrote it there, it won't depart&lt;br/&gt;    It lights my way, and keeps me out of the dark&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I thank You Lord, Your word is sown&lt;br/&gt;    Into my life, and there it's grown &lt;br/&gt;    It's roots go deep where living waters are known&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8939808518342106245?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8939808518342106245/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-lord-has-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8939808518342106245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8939808518342106245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-lord-has-will.html' title='Amy Grand - The Lord Has A Will'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3926063956585847746</id><published>2007-08-26T16:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - That’s The Day</title><content type='html'>There are burdens that I carry everyday &lt;br/&gt;    Sometimes they make me want to cry&lt;br/&gt;    Hopeless feelings harbored deep inside my heart &lt;br/&gt;    And I find it hard to hold my head up high&lt;br/&gt;    In the middle of the darkness in my life I find a strength to carry on &lt;br/&gt;    I am holding to a promise Jesus made &lt;br/&gt;    And I know it won't be long 'til we'll be gone.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In a while we'll be gone&lt;br/&gt;    And we won't have to cry anymore &lt;br/&gt;    All our sorrows left behind &lt;br/&gt;    And that's the day that I am waiting for &lt;br/&gt;    And that's the day that I am longing for. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    If you feel there is no meaning in your life &lt;br/&gt;    And it seems you've lost your way &lt;br/&gt;    Listen closely to the voice that's deep inside &lt;br/&gt;    And remember what the Savior has to say &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In a while we'll be gone&lt;br/&gt;    And we won't have to cry anymore &lt;br/&gt;    All our sorrows left behind &lt;br/&gt;    And that's the day that I am waiting for &lt;br/&gt;    And that's the day that I am longing for &lt;br/&gt;    And that's the day that I am looking for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3926063956585847746?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3926063956585847746/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-thats-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3926063956585847746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3926063956585847746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-thats-day.html' title='Amy Grand - That’s The Day'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7143726191342109456</id><published>2007-08-26T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - So Glad</title><content type='html'>I had laid some mighty plans &lt;br/&gt;    Thought I held them in my hands &lt;br/&gt;    Then my world began to crumble all away I tried to build it back again &lt;br/&gt;    I couldn't bear to see it end &lt;br/&gt;    How I hurt to know You wanted it that way. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And I'm so glad, glad to find the reason &lt;br/&gt;    That I'm happy-sad that&lt;br/&gt;    You've torn it all away &lt;br/&gt;    And I'm so glad, though it hurts to know I'm leaving Everything I ever thought that I would be &lt;br/&gt;    Once I held it in my hand &lt;br/&gt;    It was a kingdom made of sand &lt;br/&gt;    But now you've blown it all away &lt;br/&gt;    I can't believe that I can say that I'm glad.&lt;br/&gt;    Long before my plans were made I know a master plan was laid &lt;br/&gt;    With a power that superceded my control &lt;br/&gt;    And if that truth could pierce my heart I wouldn't wander from the start Trying desperately to make it on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7143726191342109456?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7143726191342109456/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-so-glad.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7143726191342109456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7143726191342109456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-so-glad.html' title='Amy Grand - So Glad'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3058276038374359323</id><published>2007-08-26T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Sing Your Praise To The Lord</title><content type='html'>Sing your praise to the Lord, come on everybody &lt;br/&gt;    Stand up and sing one more hallelujah &lt;br/&gt;    Give your praise to the Lord, I can never tell you &lt;br/&gt;    Just how much good that it's gonna do ya &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Just to sing anew, the song your heart learned to sing &lt;br/&gt;    When He first gave His life to you &lt;br/&gt;    And life goes on and so must the song &lt;br/&gt;    You gotta sing again the song born in your soul &lt;br/&gt;    When you first gave your heart to Him &lt;br/&gt;    Sing His praises once more… &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sing your praise to the Lord, come on everybody &lt;br/&gt;    Stand up and sing one more hallelujah &lt;br/&gt;    Give your praise to the Lord, I can never tell you &lt;br/&gt;    Just how much good that it's gonna do ya &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Just to sing aloud, the song that someone is dying to hear &lt;br/&gt;    Down in the maddening crowd &lt;br/&gt;    As you once were before you heard the song &lt;br/&gt;    You gotta let them know the truth is alive &lt;br/&gt;    To shine upon the way so maybe they can go &lt;br/&gt;    Sing your praises once more… &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sing your praise to the Lord, come on everybody &lt;br/&gt;    Stand up and sing one more hallelujah &lt;br/&gt;    Give your praise to the Lord, I can never tell you &lt;br/&gt;    Just how much good that it's gonna do ya &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Just to let the name of the Lord &lt;br/&gt;    Be praised for both now and evermore &lt;br/&gt;    Praise Him, all you servants… &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Give your praise to the Lord, come on everybody &lt;br/&gt;    Stand up and sing one more hallelujah &lt;br/&gt;    Give your praise to the Lord, I can never tell you &lt;br/&gt;    Just how much good that it's gonna do ya &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Just to sing, sing, sing &lt;br/&gt;    Come on, sing, sing, sing &lt;br/&gt;    I can hear ya now, sing, sing, sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3058276038374359323?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3058276038374359323/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-sing-your-praise-to-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3058276038374359323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3058276038374359323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-sing-your-praise-to-lord.html' title='Amy Grand - Sing Your Praise To The Lord'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-1387712178018564035</id><published>2007-08-26T16:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Say Once More</title><content type='html'>I am yours and you are Mine &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Won't you say once more "I love you"&lt;br/&gt;    In the bread and in the wine&lt;br/&gt;    Till the whole world knows our love song&lt;br/&gt;    "I am yours and you are Mine?" &lt;br/&gt;    On the street it's hard to find; In the city, peace of mind ain't&lt;br/&gt;    Knocking on nobody's door, and even the &lt;br/&gt;    Countryside can't hide it anymore&lt;br/&gt;    People moving in every direction &lt;br/&gt;    Can't take a moment to be kind&lt;br/&gt;    For lack of understanding &lt;br/&gt;    The pace is too demanding &lt;br/&gt;    You could easily lose your mind &lt;br/&gt;    And He's saying to you &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Standing under neon lights &lt;br/&gt;    Or lying down to troubled nights &lt;br/&gt;    Avoiding the most painful sights &lt;br/&gt;    There's no way to deny it &lt;br/&gt;    No matter if you're young or old &lt;br/&gt;    No matter if your story's told &lt;br/&gt;    Or if nobody knows your name. &lt;br/&gt;    To Him it's all the same &lt;br/&gt;    He's sold Himself to buy your life &lt;br/&gt;    And He wants to make it right &lt;br/&gt;    He's sold Himself to buy your life &lt;br/&gt;    And He wants to make it right &lt;br/&gt;    And He's saying to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-1387712178018564035?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1387712178018564035/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-say-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1387712178018564035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1387712178018564035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-say-once-more.html' title='Amy Grand - Say Once More'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2258066314806412381</id><published>2007-08-26T16:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - River Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Hush now, my baby&lt;br/&gt;    Be still love, don't cry&lt;br/&gt;    Sleep like you're rocked by the stream&lt;br/&gt;    Sleep and remember&lt;br/&gt;    My lullaby&lt;br/&gt;    And I'll be with you when you dream&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Drift on a river&lt;br/&gt;    That flows through my arms&lt;br/&gt;    Drift as I'm singing to you&lt;br/&gt;    I see you smiling&lt;br/&gt;    So peaceful and calm&lt;br/&gt;    And holding you, I'm smiling, too&lt;br/&gt;    Here in my arms&lt;br/&gt;    Safe from all harm&lt;br/&gt;    Holding you, I'm smiling, too&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Hush now, my baby&lt;br/&gt;    Be still, love, don't cry&lt;br/&gt;    Sleep like you're rocked by the stream&lt;br/&gt;    Sleep and remember this river lullaby&lt;br/&gt;    And I'll be with you when you dream&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Here in my arms&lt;br/&gt;    Safe from all harm&lt;br/&gt;    Holding you, I'm smiling, too&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sleep and remember this river lullaby&lt;br/&gt;    And I'll be with you when you dream&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sleep and remember this river lullaby&lt;br/&gt;    And I'll be with you when you dream&lt;br/&gt;    I'll be with you when you dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2258066314806412381?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2258066314806412381/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-river-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2258066314806412381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2258066314806412381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-river-lullaby.html' title='Amy Grand - River Lullaby'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3140144196791764199</id><published>2007-08-26T16:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Psalm 104</title><content type='html'>Oh Lord, how many are thy works &lt;br/&gt;    In wisdom Thou hast made them all &lt;br/&gt;    The earth is full of thy possessions &lt;br/&gt;    There is the sea great and broad &lt;br/&gt;    In which are swarms without number &lt;br/&gt;    Animals both great and small &lt;br/&gt;    Oh Lord, thou hast made them all &lt;br/&gt;    In which are swarms without number &lt;br/&gt;    Animals both great and small &lt;br/&gt;    Oh Lord, Thou hast made them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3140144196791764199?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3140144196791764199/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-psalm-104.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3140144196791764199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3140144196791764199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-psalm-104.html' title='Amy Grand - Psalm 104'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8598904684388413938</id><published>2007-08-26T16:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - On And On</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't understand this love I have inside &lt;br/&gt;    Would it be the same without that &lt;br/&gt;    Twinkle in your eye &lt;br/&gt;    And would it be the same if you &lt;br/&gt;    Came and said goodbye forever &lt;br/&gt;    I only know that the love that I feel&lt;br/&gt;    Doesn't come from somewhere insed of me&lt;br/&gt;    But I see it keeps on growinSo I guess I'll just keep goin'v&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause I'm confident in knowin'v It's fromt eh Lord &lt;br/&gt;    And it grows on and on, flowin' on and on&lt;br/&gt;    don't you see we just can't hide love &lt;br/&gt;    From growin' on and on, flowin' on and on &lt;br/&gt;    There's so many ways to say I love you I love you &lt;br/&gt;    So I pray for eyes to see your eneds &lt;br/&gt;    And ears to hear your spirit gently plead &lt;br/&gt;    Well I think I understand this love I have inside&lt;br/&gt;    It's coming from the Father &lt;br/&gt;    It will never be denied &lt;br/&gt;    Even if you came to me right now &lt;br/&gt;    And said goodbye Forever, forever, forever....... &lt;br/&gt;    Growin' on and on, flowin' on and on&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you see we just can't hide love&lt;br/&gt;    From growin' on and on, flowin' on and on&lt;br/&gt;    Got to show this love in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8598904684388413938?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8598904684388413938/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-on-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8598904684388413938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8598904684388413938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-on-and-on.html' title='Amy Grand - On And On'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5869035510549332005</id><published>2007-08-26T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Old Man’s Rubble</title><content type='html'>Are you living in an old man's rubble &lt;br/&gt;    Are you listenin' to the father of lies &lt;br/&gt;    Are you walking' with unnecessary burdens &lt;br/&gt;    Are you trying to take them upon yourself &lt;br/&gt;    If you are then you're living in bondage &lt;br/&gt;    And you know that's bad for your spiritual health &lt;br/&gt;    Are you trying to live by your emotions &lt;br/&gt;    Are you puttin' your faith in what you feel and see &lt;br/&gt;    Then you're living just to satisfy your passions &lt;br/&gt;    And you better be careful, 'cause you're being deceived &lt;br/&gt;    Are you living in an old man's rubble &lt;br/&gt;    Are you listenin' to the father of lies &lt;br/&gt;    If you are then you're yheaded for trouble &lt;br/&gt;    If you listen too long, you'll eventually die &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Are you puzzled by the way that you're behavin' &lt;br/&gt;    Do you wonder why you do the things you do &lt;br/&gt;    Are you troubled by your lack of resistance &lt;br/&gt;    Do you fell that something's got a hold on you &lt;br/&gt;    Well deep within' you there's a spiritual battle &lt;br/&gt;    There's a voice of the darkness and a voice of the light &lt;br/&gt;    And just by listening you've made a decision &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause the voice you hear is gonna' wint he fight &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But if you're living as a new creation &lt;br/&gt;    If you're listening to teh Father of light &lt;br/&gt;    Then you're living in a mighty fortress &lt;br/&gt;    And you're gonna' be clothed in power and might.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5869035510549332005?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5869035510549332005/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-old-mans-rubble.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5869035510549332005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5869035510549332005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-old-mans-rubble.html' title='Amy Grand - Old Man’s Rubble'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7961861752801482151</id><published>2007-08-26T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - O Sacred Head</title><content type='html'>O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down.&lt;br/&gt;    Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thine only crown. &lt;br/&gt;    How art Thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn &lt;br/&gt;    How dost that visage languish which once was bright as morn. &lt;br/&gt;    What language shall I borrow to thank &lt;br/&gt;    Thee dearest friend For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? &lt;br/&gt;    Or, make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be &lt;br/&gt;    Lord let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7961861752801482151?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7961861752801482151/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-o-sacred-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7961861752801482151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7961861752801482151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-o-sacred-head.html' title='Amy Grand - O Sacred Head'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8366368720324839127</id><published>2007-08-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Mountain Top</title><content type='html'>I love to sing and I love to pray &lt;br/&gt;    Worship the Lord most everyday I go to the temple, and I want to stay To hide from the hustle of the world and its ways &lt;br/&gt;    And I'd love to live on a mountain top &lt;br/&gt;    Fellowshipping with the Lord &lt;br/&gt;    I'd love to stand on a mountain top &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause I love to feel my spirit soar &lt;br/&gt;    But I've got to come down from that mountain top &lt;br/&gt;    To the people in the valley below &lt;br/&gt;    Or they'll never know that they can go &lt;br/&gt;    To the mountain of the Lord &lt;br/&gt;    Now, praising the Father is a good thing to do &lt;br/&gt;    Worship the Trinity in spirit and truth &lt;br/&gt;    But if we worshipped all the time &lt;br/&gt;    There would be no one to lead the blind &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Now, I am not saying that worship is wrong &lt;br/&gt;    But worship is more than just singing a song&lt;br/&gt;    It's all that you say, and everything that you do &lt;br/&gt;    It's letting His Spirit live through you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8366368720324839127?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8366368720324839127/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-mountain-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8366368720324839127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8366368720324839127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-mountain-top.html' title='Amy Grand - Mountain Top'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-1303350176323949335</id><published>2007-08-26T16:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Missing You</title><content type='html'>Your smile lights up a room&lt;br/&gt;    Like a candle in the dark&lt;br/&gt;    It warms me through and through&lt;br/&gt;    And I guess that I had dreamed&lt;br/&gt;    We would never be apart&lt;br/&gt;    But that dream did not come true&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And missing you is just a part of living&lt;br/&gt;    Missing you feels like a way of life&lt;br/&gt;    I'm living out the life that I've been given&lt;br/&gt;    But baby I still wish you were mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And I cannot hear the telephone&lt;br/&gt;    Jangle on the wall&lt;br/&gt;    And not feel a hopeful thrill&lt;br/&gt;    And I cannot help but smile&lt;br/&gt;    At any news of you at all&lt;br/&gt;    And I guess I always will&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Cause missing you is just a part of living&lt;br/&gt;    And missing you feels like a way of life&lt;br/&gt;    I'm living out the life that I've been given&lt;br/&gt;    But baby I still wish you were mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Missing you is just a part of living&lt;br/&gt;    And missing you feels like a way of life&lt;br/&gt;    I'm living out the life I've been given&lt;br/&gt;    But baby I still wish you were mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I'm living out the life that I've been given&lt;br/&gt;    But baby I still wish you were mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-1303350176323949335?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1303350176323949335/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1303350176323949335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1303350176323949335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-missing-you.html' title='Amy Grand - Missing You'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-485202561087917459</id><published>2007-08-26T16:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Look What Has Happened To Me</title><content type='html'>In the morning when I wake &lt;br/&gt;    And my feet can find the floor &lt;br/&gt;    I stumble down the hall&lt;br/&gt;    And I open up the door&lt;br/&gt;    Then I look into the mirror&lt;br/&gt;    Just like you know you do &lt;br/&gt;    Stopping for a moment &lt;br/&gt;    I can feel my mind go through the boundaries of time &lt;br/&gt;    back to a heart without&lt;br/&gt;    His love inside I was more than just alone &lt;br/&gt;    I was dying on my own &lt;br/&gt;    Thinking that nothing was ever gonna save my life. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Look what has happened to me&lt;br/&gt;    I find it hard to believe&lt;br/&gt;    His love has taken my life this far so far &lt;br/&gt;    Look what has happened to me &lt;br/&gt;    My mind can hardly conceive &lt;br/&gt;    What I'm beginning to be. &lt;br/&gt;    Look what! Look what!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When you stop and think it over &lt;br/&gt;    Do you think you're doing well &lt;br/&gt;    Are you getting stronger &lt;br/&gt;    Can you really tell &lt;br/&gt;    If you're truthful with your feelings&lt;br/&gt;    Then you'll see there's room to grow &lt;br/&gt;    Through you may have found the answer &lt;br/&gt;    There is so much more to know &lt;br/&gt;    More to this life &lt;br/&gt;    You can never stop growing or you'll start to die&lt;br/&gt;    I cannot survive alone I am nothing on my own &lt;br/&gt;    But seeing's believing and if you need to see Look at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-485202561087917459?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/485202561087917459/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-look-what-has-happened-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/485202561087917459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/485202561087917459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-look-what-has-happened-to-me.html' title='Amy Grand - Look What Has Happened To Me'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5764123813817831252</id><published>2007-08-26T16:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Lay Down</title><content type='html'>It's a cold cold world&lt;br/&gt;    That we're walkin' through &lt;br/&gt;    Lay down the burden of your heart. &lt;br/&gt;    But it's warm as toast &lt;br/&gt;    Walkin' two by two &lt;br/&gt;    Lay down the burden of your heart. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Lay down the burden of your heart.&lt;br/&gt;    I know you'll never miss it. &lt;br/&gt;    Show your Daddy where it hurts, &lt;br/&gt;    And let your Daddy lift it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It's a fine fine line &lt;br/&gt;    Betwixt love and hate. &lt;br/&gt;    why it's tough to tell the two apart. &lt;br/&gt;    But you know it's love &lt;br/&gt;    That He offers you &lt;br/&gt;    Lay downt he burden of your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5764123813817831252?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5764123813817831252/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-lay-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5764123813817831252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5764123813817831252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-lay-down.html' title='Amy Grand - Lay Down'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7006520663899754229</id><published>2007-08-26T16:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Keep It On Going</title><content type='html'>Someone's got to keep it on going &lt;br/&gt;    Just as long as there're folks who haven't heard. &lt;br/&gt;    So you can count on me 'cause &lt;br/&gt;    He's showin' &lt;br/&gt;    That there're so many ways to spread His Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7006520663899754229?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7006520663899754229/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-keep-it-on-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7006520663899754229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7006520663899754229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-keep-it-on-going.html' title='Amy Grand - Keep It On Going'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-1319248571054528470</id><published>2007-08-26T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - It’s A Miracle</title><content type='html'>It must have happened sometime in the night &lt;br/&gt;    No one saw the stone be rolled away &lt;br/&gt;    But when the grave saw morning light &lt;br/&gt;    The skeptics and friends all had to say &lt;br/&gt;    It's a miracle, it's a miracle &lt;br/&gt;    It's a miracle happened today &lt;br/&gt;    It's a miracle, it's a miracle &lt;br/&gt;    He took the stone and He rolled it away. &lt;br/&gt;    My soul was like a tomb in constant night&lt;br/&gt;    'Til one day the stone was rolled away &lt;br/&gt;    Then my heart saw morning light &lt;br/&gt;    And no one alive can explain it away. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Now, now don't you see what I'm trying to say. &lt;br/&gt;    If you believe it can happen today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-1319248571054528470?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1319248571054528470/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-its-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1319248571054528470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1319248571054528470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-its-miracle.html' title='Amy Grand - It’s A Miracle'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2222811691207321003</id><published>2007-08-26T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - If I Have To Die</title><content type='html'>Do you have a heavy heart&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause you tried to play the part&lt;br/&gt;    Of a life that you don't know &lt;br/&gt;    And now it's scaring you &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause you're saying all the right words &lt;br/&gt;    But no one's ever heard &lt;br/&gt;    The voice that's crying out inside your heart &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Please don't make me die for You&lt;br/&gt;    I've gotta make You see That there's a part of me I never wanna lose&lt;br/&gt;    But if I have to die for You &lt;br/&gt;    Somehow let me see &lt;br/&gt;    That You're more than words, I need a glimpse of You. &lt;br/&gt;    But it's a Sunday Church again &lt;br/&gt;    And the habit to pretend &lt;br/&gt;    Is stronger than you knew, look how it's ruling you. &lt;br/&gt;    But it's friends you try to blame &lt;br/&gt;    Oh I've done it just the same &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause it's easier than answering to Him. &lt;br/&gt;    Bridge &lt;br/&gt;    You think that they're playing games &lt;br/&gt;    They leave and never act the same&lt;br/&gt;    And you don't want a part of their show. &lt;br/&gt;    Yes you think there's something more &lt;br/&gt;    But not inside these holy doors &lt;br/&gt;    Well what are you looking for &lt;br/&gt;    Yes we have to dies for Him &lt;br/&gt;    That's the struggle that you see &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause it's the hradest thing we'll ever have to do&lt;br/&gt;    But no it's not impossible &lt;br/&gt;    He's been waiting so long for you &lt;br/&gt;    But don't be afraid 'Cause&lt;br/&gt;    He knows the pain Because &lt;br/&gt;    He had to do it for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2222811691207321003?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2222811691207321003/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-if-i-have-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2222811691207321003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2222811691207321003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-if-i-have-to-die.html' title='Amy Grand - If I Have To Die'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3195743965238784680</id><published>2007-08-26T16:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - I Know Better Now</title><content type='html'>Some people always know the right thing to say &lt;br/&gt;    I don't really think I was born that way &lt;br/&gt;    And with the gift of charm they're well endowed &lt;br/&gt;    I love to watch them float right through a crowd &lt;br/&gt;    I used to think it took a giggly girl &lt;br/&gt;    To win some fame in this mixed around world &lt;br/&gt;    But I know better now. One day I met a man who showed me love &lt;br/&gt;    There standing on His head was a snowwhite dove &lt;br/&gt;    And he said, once I came down to this mire for you&lt;br/&gt;    but I'm the Son of God, He's your Father too &lt;br/&gt;    It wasn't long until my new walk began &lt;br/&gt;    Since I've found Jesus, my life is in His hands &lt;br/&gt;    Now I have a life, no one can take it from me &lt;br/&gt;    And I've a home above I'm waitin' to see &lt;br/&gt;    There're many rooms in the house of the Lord &lt;br/&gt;    Why don't you come along, and bring someone more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3195743965238784680?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3195743965238784680/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-i-know-better-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3195743965238784680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3195743965238784680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-i-know-better-now.html' title='Amy Grand - I Know Better Now'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-4069202643972775366</id><published>2007-08-26T16:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - He Gave Me A New Song</title><content type='html'>He gave me a new song &lt;br/&gt;    He really came down here &lt;br/&gt;    Himself and sang it for me &lt;br/&gt;    In every key &lt;br/&gt;    Just for me he gave me a new light,&lt;br/&gt;    Now even when clouds hide the sun my life is still bright &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause everything's alright &lt;br/&gt;    He gave me a new song &lt;br/&gt;    He really came down here &lt;br/&gt;    Himself and sang it for me &lt;br/&gt;    In every key &lt;br/&gt;    Just for me &lt;br/&gt;    He gave me a love song &lt;br/&gt;    Yes it's the first real love song given to me &lt;br/&gt;    And oh, what a melody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-4069202643972775366?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4069202643972775366/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-he-gave-me-new-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4069202643972775366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4069202643972775366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-he-gave-me-new-song.html' title='Amy Grand - He Gave Me A New Song'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-6325123345174414289</id><published>2007-08-26T16:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Grape, Grape Joy</title><content type='html'>I am a small and lonely grape &lt;br/&gt;    Clutching to the vine &lt;br/&gt;    Waiting for the day when I'll Become my Savior's wine &lt;br/&gt;    Oh wouldn't French cusisine just yearn it I've eternity to ferment &lt;br/&gt;    But knowing me I'd end up ripple &lt;br/&gt;    In a cellar of chablis &lt;br/&gt;    Are you a small and lonely grape &lt;br/&gt;    Clutching to the vine &lt;br/&gt;    Waiting for the day when you'll &lt;br/&gt;    Become your Savior's wine &lt;br/&gt;    Don't give up hope ye heavy laden &lt;br/&gt;    You don't want to be a raisin &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause there's a grape, grape joy in &lt;br/&gt;    Jesus In the vineyard of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-6325123345174414289?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6325123345174414289/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-grape-grape-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6325123345174414289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6325123345174414289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-grape-grape-joy.html' title='Amy Grand - Grape, Grape Joy'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8619094005766031679</id><published>2007-08-26T16:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - First Love</title><content type='html'>You are my first love sweet and gentle as the night &lt;br/&gt;    Just being near &lt;br/&gt;    You now is like a lullaby &lt;br/&gt;    All that I have I'd give away to follow You &lt;br/&gt;    I can't imagine having life without you &lt;br/&gt;    Oh. When all these worldly battles seem to never cease &lt;br/&gt;    You simply lift me up and rest me in Your peace &lt;br/&gt;    I heard some people say you're only in my mind &lt;br/&gt;    I hope that someday You choose to find them. &lt;br/&gt;    All other loves will slowly fade like dying flame &lt;br/&gt;    Tomorrow, now, and yesterday &lt;br/&gt;    You're still the same I wait with longing heart to see You come again &lt;br/&gt;    Your sweet and tender love will never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8619094005766031679?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8619094005766031679/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8619094005766031679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8619094005766031679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-first-love.html' title='Amy Grand - First Love'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-1229496180965307392</id><published>2007-08-26T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Father’s Eyes</title><content type='html'>I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl. &lt;br/&gt;    And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world. &lt;br/&gt;    But that's all right as long as I can have one wish I pray. &lt;br/&gt;    When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    She's got her Father's eyes, her Father's eyes &lt;br/&gt;    Eyes that find the good in things, When good is not around. &lt;br/&gt;    Eyes that find the source of help, When help just can't be found. &lt;br/&gt;    Eyes full of compassion, seeing every pain. &lt;br/&gt;    Knowin' what you're going through, and feeling it the same. &lt;br/&gt;    Just like my Father's eyes, my Father's eyes, my Father's eyes &lt;br/&gt;    Just like my Father's eyes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done, &lt;br/&gt;    Good and bad they'll all be had to see by everyone &lt;br/&gt;    And when you're called to stand and tell just what you saw in me, &lt;br/&gt;    More than anything I know, I want your words to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-1229496180965307392?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1229496180965307392/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-fathers-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1229496180965307392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1229496180965307392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-fathers-eyes.html' title='Amy Grand - Father’s Eyes'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7661290695847125959</id><published>2007-08-26T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Father</title><content type='html'>Father, blessed Father, it's morning again&lt;br/&gt;    I give You Father, myself Father, continue Your plan &lt;br/&gt;    I know together we can climb mountains in the sky&lt;br/&gt;    No one can stop us when I'm standing by your side &lt;br/&gt;    when trouble's knocking here again I'll tell him Jesus has my hand&lt;br/&gt;    He'll walk me through Father, loving Father, create in me &lt;br/&gt;    A pure love Father, Your love Father instill it in me &lt;br/&gt;    I remember the nights I've cried for You &lt;br/&gt;    Now I only have to die for you Thank you Lord, &lt;br/&gt;    You've made it clear just for me I see the light, it's burning out the night Oh Father, it's morning, morning, morning......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7661290695847125959?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7661290695847125959/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7661290695847125959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7661290695847125959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-father.html' title='Amy Grand - Father'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-6057466710031205499</id><published>2007-08-26T16:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Family</title><content type='html'>Where have you come from &lt;br/&gt;    Where are you going &lt;br/&gt;    Tell me what's brought you here now &lt;br/&gt;    Is your heart singing &lt;br/&gt;    Then share what you're bringing &lt;br/&gt;    We all are a part of the show.&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause we are all going home &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause we are a family and we are all going home &lt;br/&gt;    Are you listening &lt;br/&gt;    We are all going home so come join the family &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause we are all going home.&lt;br/&gt;    But is your heart quiet &lt;br/&gt;    Is something not right&lt;br/&gt;    Can you tell me what's blocking the way &lt;br/&gt;    Well just ask the Father &lt;br/&gt;    He knows every problem&lt;br/&gt;    He'll carry that burden away.&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause we are all going home&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause we are a family and we are all going home &lt;br/&gt;    Are you listening &lt;br/&gt;    We are all going home so come join the family &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause we are a family and we are all going home. &lt;br/&gt;    Yes we are all going home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-6057466710031205499?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6057466710031205499/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6057466710031205499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6057466710031205499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-family.html' title='Amy Grand - Family'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2932366195408163283</id><published>2007-08-26T16:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Faith Walkin’ Peopl</title><content type='html'>Well it seems with You there is something new &lt;br/&gt;    Every time I turn around. &lt;br/&gt;    Oh I never really know quite what to expect &lt;br/&gt;    But it won't get me down. &lt;br/&gt;    Cause I know You bring each and every thing &lt;br/&gt;    Just to teach me how to live. &lt;br/&gt;    And the secret of it all is trusting in You &lt;br/&gt;    And the wisdom to give. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Say goodbye to the feelings 'cause the feelings go away.&lt;br/&gt;    Say goodbye to the people 'cause the people never stay. &lt;br/&gt;    say goodbye to the future if it blinds you today. &lt;br/&gt;    Say goodbye to the reasoning that's standing in the way, &lt;br/&gt;    Oh we've got to break away &lt;br/&gt;    Break away to be... Faith-walkin' people &lt;br/&gt;    can't rely on everything we feel. &lt;br/&gt;    Faith-talkin' people we must discern what's really real. &lt;br/&gt;    Faith-walkin' people can't believe in everything we see. &lt;br/&gt;    Faith-talkin' people seems like such a mystery.&lt;br/&gt;    And in all the earth there is nothing worth &lt;br/&gt;    Half as much as life with You. &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause the people and the things we're counting on here &lt;br/&gt;    Are gonna' pass away too. &lt;br/&gt;    I don't understand everything you've planned&lt;br/&gt;    but I don't really have to know.&lt;br/&gt;    'Cause you're giving me a joy that's filling my heart when I learn to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2932366195408163283?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2932366195408163283/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-faith-walkin-peopl.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2932366195408163283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2932366195408163283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-faith-walkin-peopl.html' title='Amy Grand - Faith Walkin’ Peopl'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8248117782308453449</id><published>2007-08-26T16:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Fairytale</title><content type='html'>Fairytale, my life was just a fairytale &lt;br/&gt;    I was letting an illusion come into this heart of mine.&lt;br/&gt;    Fairytale, searching for a fairytale &lt;br/&gt;    Hiding in a world where life was simple all the time &lt;br/&gt;    I was just like Peter Pan in Never Never land,&lt;br/&gt;    Afraid of what the future might be.&lt;br/&gt;    Afraid to face the things I couldn't understand, A&lt;br/&gt;    fraid of things that I couldn't see. &lt;br/&gt;    But fantasy, I know there's more to life than a fantasy.&lt;br/&gt;    There's so much more that my life was meant to be. &lt;br/&gt;    So much more than make believe. &lt;br/&gt;    Fairytale, it seems just like a fairytale, &lt;br/&gt;    But there's something in my heart that says this time the story's real. Fairytale, extra-ordinary tale, &lt;br/&gt;    Of a King who offers love so far beyond what I can feel. &lt;br/&gt;    There's a world out there that human eyes can never see, &lt;br/&gt;    But it's just within the reach of the heart. &lt;br/&gt;    Two Princes wage the battle for eternity, &lt;br/&gt;    But the Victor has been known from the start. &lt;br/&gt;    Now I can see &lt;br/&gt;    The truth can seem so much like fantasy &lt;br/&gt;    But make believe was never as real to me &lt;br/&gt;    I know this time the story's true. &lt;br/&gt;    I was just like Sleeping Beauty in a Netherland. &lt;br/&gt;    I was dying under a spell &lt;br/&gt;    But then a Prince who comes form a foreverland &lt;br/&gt;    Awakened me from my fairytale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8248117782308453449?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8248117782308453449/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8248117782308453449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8248117782308453449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-fairytale.html' title='Amy Grand - Fairytale'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7910502532740843239</id><published>2007-08-26T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Don’t Give Up On Me</title><content type='html'>Don't give up on me &lt;br/&gt;    Though I know at times it's hard to see &lt;br/&gt;    All my many weaknesses might blind you I must remind you. &lt;br/&gt;    Don't give up on me&lt;br/&gt;    Even when I act so selfish &lt;br/&gt;    All my views are all I see yes I know there's still so much of me &lt;br/&gt;    But God is working constantly to shape me&lt;br/&gt;    He'll remake me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Don't give up on me I'm gonna make it&lt;br/&gt;    I know it's hard for you to see &lt;br/&gt;    Don't give up on me I couldn't take it &lt;br/&gt;    If a part of me should keep you from seeing &lt;br/&gt;    The part of me that should start you believing &lt;br/&gt;    I'm changing so please don't give up on me.&lt;br/&gt;    Don't give up on me &lt;br/&gt;    Even when I fail so miserably &lt;br/&gt;    Time and again I know I stumble&lt;br/&gt;    It makes me humble &lt;br/&gt;    Don't give up on me&lt;br/&gt;    But never let your love begin to be &lt;br/&gt;    Hanging on the things you see &lt;br/&gt;    Counting all the times I fail to be &lt;br/&gt;    Everything you want from me I'm trying Hear me crying.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Bridge&lt;br/&gt;    I know much more than you &lt;br/&gt;    How very weak I am.&lt;br/&gt;    But He believes in me &lt;br/&gt;    And so I know you can &lt;br/&gt;    When all my views are all I see &lt;br/&gt;    Then I know there's still so much of me &lt;br/&gt;    But God is working constantly to shape me He'll remake me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7910502532740843239?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7910502532740843239/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-dont-give-up-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7910502532740843239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7910502532740843239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-dont-give-up-on-me.html' title='Amy Grand - Don’t Give Up On Me'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-20616816790346398</id><published>2007-08-26T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Children Of The World</title><content type='html'>Every life, every beating heart&lt;br/&gt;    Has a searching soul inside&lt;br/&gt;    Ever needing, ever seeking out&lt;br/&gt;    The meaning to life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I refuse to believe that were only here to live and die&lt;br/&gt;    In the futile days of a faithless haze&lt;br/&gt;    Never asking why, why would i&lt;br/&gt;    When Ive felt the hand of eternity&lt;br/&gt;    Its a legacy I will leave, I want to leave&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    For the children of the world&lt;br/&gt;    Every single little boy and girl&lt;br/&gt;    Heaven plants a special seed&lt;br/&gt;    And we must have faith for these&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I will stand for the truth Ive seen&lt;br/&gt;    So the truth is seen in me&lt;br/&gt;    I will give from the source of love&lt;br/&gt;    So all that I believe is handed down&lt;br/&gt;    For the road thats yet to be travelled on&lt;br/&gt;    By the ones who will carry on, Ill carry on&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    For the chilrden of the world&lt;br/&gt;    Every single little boy and girl&lt;br/&gt;    Heaven plants a special seed&lt;br/&gt;    And we must have faith for these&lt;br/&gt;    Red and yellow, black and white&lt;br/&gt;    They are precious in the fathers eyes&lt;br/&gt;    Like the father may we see&lt;br/&gt;    That they have a destiny&lt;br/&gt;    And give them the light of love to lead&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Through the darkness around us now&lt;br/&gt;    To a place where hope is found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-20616816790346398?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/20616816790346398/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-children-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/20616816790346398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/20616816790346398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-children-of-world.html' title='Amy Grand - Children Of The World'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7500172657311637282</id><published>2007-08-26T16:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Bridegroom</title><content type='html'>I will wait for the bridegroom,&lt;br/&gt;    Ive awakened early to say,&lt;br/&gt;    I will wait for my bridegrooom,&lt;br/&gt;    I will wait for him today.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I will give to him my impatience,&lt;br/&gt;    I will give him all of my fear,&lt;br/&gt;    I will make my heart very quiet,&lt;br/&gt;    I will wait for him here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In bright color,&lt;br/&gt;    In joyous line,&lt;br/&gt;    In morning light,&lt;br/&gt;    And lampfire.&lt;br/&gt;    Ill make fine my home here,&lt;br/&gt;    And trust in my home to come.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    La la la, la la la laaa la,&lt;br/&gt;    La la la, la la la laaa,&lt;br/&gt;    La la la, la la la laaa la,&lt;br/&gt;    La la la, la la la laaa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    With loving care and with pleasure,&lt;br/&gt;    In the lamp light I will sing,&lt;br/&gt;    I will trust in my bridegroom,&lt;br/&gt;    I will give him everything.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In bright color&lt;br/&gt;    And in joyous line,&lt;br/&gt;    In morning light&lt;br/&gt;    And lampfire.&lt;br/&gt;    Ill make fine my home here,&lt;br/&gt;    And trust in my home to come.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    La la la, la la la laaa la,&lt;br/&gt;    La la la, la la la laaa,&lt;br/&gt;    La la la, la la la laaa la,&lt;br/&gt;    La la la, la la la la.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In bright color&lt;br/&gt;    And in joyous line,&lt;br/&gt;    In morning light&lt;br/&gt;    And lampfire.&lt;br/&gt;    Ill make fine my home here,&lt;br/&gt;    And trust in my home to come.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I will give to him my impatience,&lt;br/&gt;    I will give him all of my fear,&lt;br/&gt;    I will make my heart very quiet,&lt;br/&gt;    I will wait for him here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I will wait for the bridegroom,&lt;br/&gt;    Ive awakened early to say,&lt;br/&gt;    I will wait for my bridegrooom,&lt;br/&gt;    I will wait for him today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7500172657311637282?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7500172657311637282/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-bridegroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7500172657311637282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7500172657311637282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-bridegroom.html' title='Amy Grand - Bridegroom'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-9017647625864379014</id><published>2007-08-26T16:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Breath Heaven (mary’s Song)</title><content type='html'>I have traveled many moonless nights cold and weary with a babe inside and i wonder what ive done holy father you have come and chosen me now to carry your son.- I am waiting in a silent place i am frightened by the loan i ver, in a world as cold as stone, must i walk this path alone be with me now, be with me now.- Breath of heaven hold me together before heaven near breath of heaven, breath of heaven light in my darkness pour over me your holiness for you are holy breath of heaven.- Do you wonder as you watch my face if im wiser one should have had my place but i offer all i am for the mercy of your plan help me be strong help me be help me. breath of heaven hold me together before ever needing breath of heaven breath of heaven light in my darkness pour over me your holiness for you are holy breath of heaven hold me together before ever near me breath of heaven, breath of heaven light in my darkness pour over me your holiness for you are holy breath of heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-9017647625864379014?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/9017647625864379014/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-breath-heaven-marys-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/9017647625864379014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/9017647625864379014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-breath-heaven-marys-song.html' title='Amy Grand - Breath Heaven (mary’s Song)'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-6764022471256225801</id><published>2007-08-26T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Brand New Start</title><content type='html'>When I think of all the things &lt;br/&gt;    He's doing' for me &lt;br/&gt;    It makes me stand in wonder at what &lt;br/&gt;    He's making me to be &lt;br/&gt;    Tryin' to walk through straight &lt;br/&gt;    But gettin' turned around &lt;br/&gt;    Always makin' my master &lt;br/&gt;    Take a back seat and wait around &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But I praise the Lord for giving me &lt;br/&gt;    A brand new start each day &lt;br/&gt;    And I praise His blessed name for &lt;br/&gt;    Guiding me all along the way &lt;br/&gt;    For if He didn't I wouldn't even try &lt;br/&gt;    Well maybe you can't see a change &lt;br/&gt;    You know these things can take time &lt;br/&gt;    But now that I've found Jesus, well &lt;br/&gt;    He's given me peace of mind &lt;br/&gt;    Now every day is just a chance to grow &lt;br/&gt;    Closer to Him I may not win all the battles &lt;br/&gt;    But it's a victory in him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-6764022471256225801?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6764022471256225801/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-brand-new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6764022471256225801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6764022471256225801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-brand-new-start.html' title='Amy Grand - Brand New Start'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7885480797487633364</id><published>2007-08-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I'm lookin for a way to feel you hold me&lt;br/&gt;    Feel your heartbeat just one more time&lt;br/&gt;    Reaching back, trying to touch the moment&lt;br/&gt;    Each precious moment that you were mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    How do you prepare when you love someone this way&lt;br/&gt;    To let them go a little more each day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The stars we put in place&lt;br/&gt;    The dreams we didn't waste&lt;br/&gt;    The sorrows we embraced&lt;br/&gt;    The world belonged to you and me&lt;br/&gt;    The oceans that we crossed&lt;br/&gt;    The innocense we lost&lt;br/&gt;    The hurting at the end&lt;br/&gt;    I'd go there again&lt;br/&gt;    Cuz it was beautiful&lt;br/&gt;    It was beautiful&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Some days missing you is overwhelming&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When it hits me&lt;br/&gt;    You're not coming back&lt;br/&gt;    And in my darkest hours I have wondered&lt;br/&gt;    Was it worth it, for the time we had&lt;br/&gt;    My thoughts begun to hear you&lt;br/&gt;    But one thing I know is true&lt;br/&gt;    I'll bless the day that I found you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The stars we put in place&lt;br/&gt;    The dreams we didn't waste&lt;br/&gt;    The sorrows we embraced&lt;br/&gt;    The world belonged to you and me&lt;br/&gt;    The oceans that we crossed&lt;br/&gt;    The innocence we lost&lt;br/&gt;    The hurting at the end&lt;br/&gt;    I'd go there again&lt;br/&gt;    Cuz it was beautiful&lt;br/&gt;    It was beautiful&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The rules we stepped aside&lt;br/&gt;    The fear that we defied&lt;br/&gt;    The thrill of the ride&lt;br/&gt;    The fire in our hearts that burned&lt;br/&gt;    The oceans that we crossed&lt;br/&gt;    The innocence we lost&lt;br/&gt;    The hurting at the end&lt;br/&gt;    I'd go there again&lt;br/&gt;    Cuz it was beautiful&lt;br/&gt;    It was beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7885480797487633364?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7885480797487633364/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7885480797487633364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7885480797487633364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-beautiful.html' title='Amy Grand - Beautiful'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3388668360373638295</id><published>2007-08-26T16:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Always The Winner</title><content type='html'>Always the winner, baby &lt;br/&gt;    you're always the center, baby &lt;br/&gt;    But don't ever get lonely at night &lt;br/&gt;    When the crowds have gone away. &lt;br/&gt;    It's always your show girl, the lady, &lt;br/&gt;    Always the lady, you're foolin' yourself, you know, gone crazy&lt;br/&gt;    There was a time when you cared for their hearts &lt;br/&gt;    And the need to show them love was tearing you apart. &lt;br/&gt;    But you're changing you know&lt;br/&gt;    Become the star of the show &lt;br/&gt;    Now you've got nothing to give &lt;br/&gt;    Where is the truth you once lived? &lt;br/&gt;    You're just lonely &lt;br/&gt;    Don't you feel lonely? &lt;br/&gt;    Turn out the spotlight, I'm tired. not my will, but &lt;br/&gt;    Thine Lord, I'm crying. Oh wont' you turn my gaze back&lt;br/&gt;    Lord to you. You're the only one who knows me. &lt;br/&gt;    Please mold me back to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3388668360373638295?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3388668360373638295/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-always-winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3388668360373638295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3388668360373638295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-always-winner.html' title='Amy Grand - Always The Winner'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-6587711451707196748</id><published>2007-08-26T16:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - All Right</title><content type='html'>Looking out&lt;br/&gt;    To the hills, to the setting sun,&lt;br/&gt;    I feel a cold wind&lt;br/&gt;    Bound to come;&lt;br/&gt;    Another change,&lt;br/&gt;    Another end I cannot see,&lt;br/&gt;    But your faithfulness to me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Is making it all right.&lt;br/&gt;    I fall down on my knees;&lt;br/&gt;    Tell me that its all right.&lt;br/&gt;    You give me what I need.&lt;br/&gt;    Years of knockin on heavens door&lt;br/&gt;    Have taught me this, if nothing more,&lt;br/&gt;    That its all right, what may come.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Ive heard it said,&lt;br/&gt;    When the rivers running high,&lt;br/&gt;    You get to higher ground or you die.&lt;br/&gt;    Well, muddy waves of pain&lt;br/&gt;    Washed over me,&lt;br/&gt;    And it only made me see,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Its gonna be all right.&lt;br/&gt;    I, I fall down on my knees;&lt;br/&gt;    Tell me that its all right.&lt;br/&gt;    You give me what I need.&lt;br/&gt;    Years of knockin on heavens door&lt;br/&gt;    Have taught me this, if nothing more,&lt;br/&gt;    That its all right, what may come.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When will I learn therere no guarantees? &lt;br/&gt;    What strengthens hope, my eyes have never seen,&lt;br/&gt;    But it wont be long&lt;br/&gt;    Till the faith will be sight,&lt;br/&gt;    And the heavens will say,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Its all right.&lt;br/&gt;    All right.&lt;br/&gt;    All right.&lt;br/&gt;    All right.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    All right,&lt;br/&gt;    I fall down on my knees;&lt;br/&gt;    Tell me that its all right.&lt;br/&gt;    You give me what I need.&lt;br/&gt;    Years of knockin...heavens door,&lt;br/&gt;    Have taught me this, if nothing more,&lt;br/&gt;    And its all right.&lt;br/&gt;    Whatever comes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    All right,&lt;br/&gt;    Fall on my knees,&lt;br/&gt;    Tell me that its all right.&lt;br/&gt;    You give me what I need.&lt;br/&gt;    After all these years of knockin on heavens door,&lt;br/&gt;    Years of knockin on heavens door,&lt;br/&gt;    Its gonna be all right.&lt;br/&gt;    Oooooh, yeah all right.&lt;br/&gt;    I fall down on my knees,&lt;br/&gt;    Tell me that its all right,&lt;br/&gt;    cause you give me what I need&lt;br/&gt;    After all these years of knockin on heavens door&lt;br/&gt;    Years of knockin on heavens door,&lt;br/&gt;    Its gonna be all right.&lt;br/&gt;    Whatever comes, yes sir,&lt;br/&gt;    All right.&lt;br/&gt;    I fall down on my knees.&lt;br/&gt;    All right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-6587711451707196748?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6587711451707196748/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-all-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6587711451707196748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6587711451707196748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-all-right.html' title='Amy Grand - All Right'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-4469833939853121669</id><published>2007-08-26T16:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - All I Ever Have To Be</title><content type='html'>When the weight of all my dreams &lt;br/&gt;    Is resting heavy on my head &lt;br/&gt;    And the thoughtful words of help and hope &lt;br/&gt;    Have all been nicely said &lt;br/&gt;    But I'm still hurting, wondering if I'll ever be the one &lt;br/&gt;    I think I am--I think I am. &lt;br/&gt;    Then you gently re-remind me&lt;br/&gt;    That You've made me from the first &lt;br/&gt;    And the more I try to be the best &lt;br/&gt;    The more I get the worst. &lt;br/&gt;    And I realize the good in me is only there because of who &lt;br/&gt;    You are, who You are. &lt;br/&gt;    And all I ever have to be is what &lt;br/&gt;    You've made me &lt;br/&gt;    Any more or less would be a step out of Your plan &lt;br/&gt;    As you daily recreate me help me always keep in mind &lt;br/&gt;    That I only have to do what I can find &lt;br/&gt;    And all I ever have to be&lt;br/&gt;    All I have to be A&lt;br/&gt;    ll I ever have to be is what You've made me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-4469833939853121669?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4469833939853121669/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-all-i-ever-have-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4469833939853121669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4469833939853121669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-all-i-ever-have-to-be.html' title='Amy Grand - All I Ever Have To Be'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2869825634162201615</id><published>2007-08-26T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - Ageeless Medley</title><content type='html'>Are you living in an old mans rubble? &lt;br/&gt;    Listening to the father of lies? &lt;br/&gt;    If you are then youre headed for trouble.&lt;br/&gt;    Listen too long, youll eventually die.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Too late for walking in the middle,&lt;br/&gt;    Too late to try.&lt;br/&gt;    And its too late for sitting in the balance,&lt;br/&gt;    No more middle line.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Are you puzzled by the way that youre behaving? &lt;br/&gt;    You wonder why you do the things you do? &lt;br/&gt;    Are you troubled by your lack of resistance? &lt;br/&gt;    It feels like somethings got a hold on you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Are you living in an old mans rubble? &lt;br/&gt;    Listening to the father of lies? &lt;br/&gt;    If you are then youre headed for trouble.&lt;br/&gt;    If you listen too long, youll eventually die.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When Im losing my sense of direction,&lt;br/&gt;    And Im needing some strength and protection,&lt;br/&gt;    Walking away with you.&lt;br/&gt;    I go walking away with you, and when i,&lt;br/&gt;    When I think I cant stand any longer,&lt;br/&gt;    And Im crying for someone thats stronger,&lt;br/&gt;    Walking away with you.&lt;br/&gt;    I go walking away with you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br/&gt;    El-elyon na adonai,&lt;br/&gt;    Age to age, youre still the same,&lt;br/&gt;    By the power of the name.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br/&gt;    Erkamka na adonai,&lt;br/&gt;    I will praise and lift you high,&lt;br/&gt;    El shaddai.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Im gonna fly.&lt;br/&gt;    No one knows where,&lt;br/&gt;    But Im gonna fly.&lt;br/&gt;    Im lighter than air.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And Im gonna fly.&lt;br/&gt;    No one knows where,&lt;br/&gt;    But Im gonna fly,&lt;br/&gt;    And soar through the air.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    cause I have felt for the first time,&lt;br/&gt;    I can be myself,&lt;br/&gt;    No more faces to hide behind,&lt;br/&gt;    Just a smile,&lt;br/&gt;    And a dream thats mine.&lt;br/&gt;    Even if I am&lt;br/&gt;    The only one,&lt;br/&gt;    Who wants to fly....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I may not be every mothers dream for her little girl,&lt;br/&gt;    And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.&lt;br/&gt;    But thats all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:&lt;br/&gt;    When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Shes got her fathers eyes.&lt;br/&gt;    Her fathers eyes.&lt;br/&gt;    Her fathers eyes, ya know.&lt;br/&gt;    Just like my fathers eyes.... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sing, sing, sing!&lt;br/&gt;    Sing, sing, sing!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sing your praise to the lord,&lt;br/&gt;    Come on everybody,&lt;br/&gt;    Stand up and sing...one more&lt;br/&gt;    Hallelujah,&lt;br/&gt;    Give your praise to the lord,&lt;br/&gt;    I can never tell you,&lt;br/&gt;    Just how much good...that its&lt;br/&gt;    Gonna do ya,&lt;br/&gt;    Just to sing, sing, sing....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Come on, sii-hii-yiing!&lt;br/&gt;    You know you really gotta sii-hii-yiing!&lt;br/&gt;    Come on, sii-hii-yiing! &lt;br/&gt;    Sing, sing, sing!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I have decided,&lt;br/&gt;    Im gonna live like I believer,&lt;br/&gt;    Turn my back on the deceiver.&lt;br/&gt;    Im gonna live what I believe.&lt;br/&gt;    I have decided,&lt;br/&gt;    Being good is just a fable,&lt;br/&gt;    I just cant cause Im not able.&lt;br/&gt;    Im gonna leave it to the lord.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sing your praise to the lord,&lt;br/&gt;    Come on everybody,&lt;br/&gt;    Stand up and sing...one more&lt;br/&gt;    Hallelujah,&lt;br/&gt;    Give your praise to the lord,&lt;br/&gt;    I can never tell you,&lt;br/&gt;    Just how much good...that its&lt;br/&gt;    Gonna do ya,&lt;br/&gt;    Just to sing, sing, sing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Come on, sii-hii-yiing,&lt;br/&gt;    Weve all gotta sii-hii-yiiiiiing!&lt;br/&gt;    Come on, sing, sing, sing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2869825634162201615?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2869825634162201615/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-ageeless-medley.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2869825634162201615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2869825634162201615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-ageeless-medley.html' title='Amy Grand - Ageeless Medley'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8305547222088525526</id><published>2007-08-26T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - After The Fire</title><content type='html'>After the fire is over&lt;br/&gt;    After the ashes cool&lt;br/&gt;    After the smoke is blown away&lt;br/&gt;    I will be is for you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    After the stillness finds you&lt;br/&gt;    After the winds of change&lt;br/&gt;    All that is good and true between us&lt;br/&gt;    This will remain the same&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Slowly, slowly&lt;br/&gt;    We turn the pages of life&lt;br/&gt;    Growing, knowing&lt;br/&gt;    It comes at quite a price&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    After the fire is over&lt;br/&gt;    After the ashes cool&lt;br/&gt;    After the smoke is blown away&lt;br/&gt;    I will be here for you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    After your time of wondering&lt;br/&gt;    Along this lonely road&lt;br/&gt;    There will be many voices calling&lt;br/&gt;    Mine will say welcome home&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Slowly, slowly&lt;br/&gt;    We turn the pages of life&lt;br/&gt;    Growing, knowing&lt;br/&gt;    It comes at quite a price&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    After the fire is over&lt;br/&gt;    After the ash is cool&lt;br/&gt;    After the smoke is blown away&lt;br/&gt;    I will be here for you&lt;br/&gt;    I will be here for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8305547222088525526?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8305547222088525526/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-after-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8305547222088525526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8305547222088525526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-after-fire.html' title='Amy Grand - After The Fire'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8765601972882279495</id><published>2007-08-26T16:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - A Christmas To Remember</title><content type='html'>Twinkling lights&lt;br/&gt;    A chill is in the air&lt;br/&gt;    And carols everywhere&lt;br/&gt;    Close your eyes, its almost here&lt;br/&gt;    Candles and cards&lt;br/&gt;    And favorite movie scenes&lt;br/&gt;    The smell of evergreen&lt;br/&gt;    As special as its always been&lt;br/&gt;    And I have a dream or two&lt;br/&gt;    Maybe they will come true&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Setting our hopes on a big snow tonight&lt;br/&gt;    Well wake up to a world of white&lt;br/&gt;    Its gonna be a christmas to remember&lt;br/&gt;    Light up the fire, play some nat king cole&lt;br/&gt;    Always sentimental and dont you know that&lt;br/&gt;    Its gonna be a christmas to remember&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I know its true&lt;br/&gt;    Time doesnt stand still&lt;br/&gt;    Many things can change&lt;br/&gt;    But we know some things never will&lt;br/&gt;    The memories we share&lt;br/&gt;    The songs we always sing&lt;br/&gt;    The mystery of life&lt;br/&gt;    The hopefulness this season brings&lt;br/&gt;    And I have a dream or two&lt;br/&gt;    Maybe they will come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8765601972882279495?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8765601972882279495/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-christmas-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8765601972882279495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8765601972882279495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-christmas-to-remember.html' title='Amy Grand - A Christmas To Remember'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8533283410583449510</id><published>2007-08-26T16:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Grand - 1974</title><content type='html'>We were young,&lt;br/&gt;    And none of us know quite what to say,&lt;br/&gt;    But the feeling moved&lt;br/&gt;    Among us in silence anyway.&lt;br/&gt;    Slowly we had made&lt;br/&gt;    Quite a change--&lt;br/&gt;    Somewhere we had crossed a big line.&lt;br/&gt;    Down upon our knees,&lt;br/&gt;    We had tasted holy wine,&lt;br/&gt;    And no one could sway us&lt;br/&gt;    In a life time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Purer than the sky,&lt;br/&gt;    Behind the rain.&lt;br/&gt;    Falling down all around us,&lt;br/&gt;    Calling out from a boundless love.&lt;br/&gt;    Love had lit a fire;&lt;br/&gt;    We were the flame.&lt;br/&gt;    Burning into the darkness,&lt;br/&gt;    Shining out from inside us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Not a word.&lt;br/&gt;    And no one had to say we were changed.&lt;br/&gt;    Nothing else we lived through&lt;br/&gt;    Would ever be same the same,&lt;br/&gt;    Knowing the truth&lt;br/&gt;    That we had gained.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Purer than the sky,&lt;br/&gt;    Behind the rain.&lt;br/&gt;    Falling down all around us,&lt;br/&gt;    Calling out from a boundless love.&lt;br/&gt;    Love had lit a fire;&lt;br/&gt;    We were the flame.&lt;br/&gt;    Burning into the darkness,&lt;br/&gt;    Shining out from inside us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Stay with me.&lt;br/&gt;    Make it ever new,&lt;br/&gt;    So time will not undo,&lt;br/&gt;    As the years go by,&lt;br/&gt;    How I need to see&lt;br/&gt;    Thats still me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Falling down all around us,&lt;br/&gt;    Calling out from a boundless love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Yeah&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Burning into the darkness,&lt;br/&gt;    Shining out from inside us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Purer than the sky,&lt;br/&gt;    Behind the rain.&lt;br/&gt;    Falling down all around us,&lt;br/&gt;    Calling out from a boundless love.&lt;br/&gt;    Love has lit a fire;&lt;br/&gt;    I am the flame.&lt;br/&gt;    Burning into the darkness,&lt;br/&gt;    Shining out from inside us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Purer than the sky,&lt;br/&gt;    Behind the rain.&lt;br/&gt;    Falling down all around us,&lt;br/&gt;    Calling out from a boundless love. &lt;br/&gt;    Ohh&lt;br/&gt;    Love has lit a fire;&lt;br/&gt;    I am the flame.&lt;br/&gt;    Burning into the darkness,&lt;br/&gt;    Shining out from inside us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Purer than the sky,&lt;br/&gt;    Behind the rain.&lt;br/&gt;    Falling down all around us,&lt;br/&gt;    Calling out from a boundless love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8533283410583449510?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8533283410583449510/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-1974.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8533283410583449510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8533283410583449510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-grand-1974.html' title='Amy Grand - 1974'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7537951657391288083</id><published>2007-08-26T16:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Dalley - Men Don’t Change</title><content type='html'>He was a bad boy and I was a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    He needed me to smooth out the edges&lt;br/&gt;    Well he'd get his drink on and flirt with the ladies&lt;br/&gt;    And after two years of his crap I quit begginI'm a magnet for the fixer-upper man&lt;br/&gt;    If I know it's fire, why do I let it burn my hand &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Cupid works for the devil, be suspicious if he cries&lt;br/&gt;    You know sex is usually good&lt;br/&gt;    Yeah, but it ain't always right&lt;br/&gt;    Chocolate is a band-aid no matter what they say&lt;br/&gt;    Shoes don't stretch&lt;br/&gt;    And men don't change &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    My friend Lisa, she loves a liar&lt;br/&gt;    She found out about his other girlfriends&lt;br/&gt;    He makes excuses, so she forgives him&lt;br/&gt;    And she swears she's gonna leave if he screws up again&lt;br/&gt;    But he's good looking, that's why she don't see&lt;br/&gt;    He's got her exactly where he wants her to be &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Cupid works for the devil be suspicious if he cries&lt;br/&gt;    You know sex is usually good&lt;br/&gt;    Yeah, but it ain't always right.&lt;br/&gt;    Chocolate is a band-aid no matter what they say&lt;br/&gt;    Shoes don't stretch&lt;br/&gt;    And men don't change &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Cupid works for the devil be suspicious if he cries&lt;br/&gt;    You know sex is usually good&lt;br/&gt;    Yeah, but it ain't always right&lt;br/&gt;    Chocolate is a band-aid no matter what they say&lt;br/&gt;    Shoes don't stretch&lt;br/&gt;    And men don't change &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Cupid works for the devil be suspicious if he cries&lt;br/&gt;    Sex is usually good&lt;br/&gt;    Shoes don't stretch&lt;br/&gt;    Men don't change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7537951657391288083?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7537951657391288083/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-dalley-men-dont-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7537951657391288083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7537951657391288083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-dalley-men-dont-change.html' title='Amy Dalley - Men Don’t Change'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3518270005271165235</id><published>2007-08-26T16:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Carr - Tell Me</title><content type='html'>Ocean's ink black, sky smoke grey, &lt;br/&gt;    there are lines of people &lt;br/&gt;    that want to work for just one day. &lt;br/&gt;    Won't you tell me do you really feel safe &lt;br/&gt;    from my darkened observations? &lt;br/&gt;    Why won't you tell me that i'm wrong?&lt;br/&gt;    What happened to that color of red?&lt;br/&gt;    Now its all blood and no roses.&lt;br/&gt;    We've all got the right to speak, this is a democracy,&lt;br/&gt;    so why isn't anyone really listening?&lt;br/&gt;    Stand outside of 30th. street with a sign that reads&lt;br/&gt;    "i'll work to eat" but words fall fast&lt;br/&gt;    when no one really cares - do you really care?&lt;br/&gt;    ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3518270005271165235?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3518270005271165235/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3518270005271165235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3518270005271165235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-tell-me.html' title='Amy Carr - Tell Me'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8234812260241873333</id><published>2007-08-26T16:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Carr - Play To Win</title><content type='html'>Was in a small flat somewhere&lt;br/&gt;    outside of London - that's &lt;br/&gt;    where you whispered those&lt;br/&gt;    words to me. I never&lt;br/&gt;    thought to question my&lt;br/&gt;    intentions but I learned &lt;br/&gt;    how to trust my needs.&lt;br/&gt;    You found me when I &lt;br/&gt;    wasn't really looking - &lt;br/&gt;    your eyes held mine so &lt;br/&gt;    tight. I couldn't let go to &lt;br/&gt;    save myself - I'm always &lt;br/&gt;    a sucker for smiling eyes! &lt;br/&gt;    I always play to win &lt;br/&gt;    never play to lose - so &lt;br/&gt;    come over here - I want &lt;br/&gt;    no one but you. We spent &lt;br/&gt;    nights waiting for the sun &lt;br/&gt;    to find us - the light of our &lt;br/&gt;    desire was the dark of their&lt;br/&gt;    fears. I couldn't let go to save &lt;br/&gt;    myself - couldn't think about me &lt;br/&gt;    without you near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8234812260241873333?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8234812260241873333/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-play-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8234812260241873333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8234812260241873333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-play-to-win.html' title='Amy Carr - Play To Win'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-9037965274461990955</id><published>2007-08-26T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Carr - One Way</title><content type='html'>Your world fades beyond my window, &lt;br/&gt;    I've thought a lot about this compromise....&lt;br/&gt;    and here I am stuck on this airplane wondering why. &lt;br/&gt;    Why do we delay in this round trip dismay &lt;br/&gt;    when were only wishing for one way? &lt;br/&gt;    All I hear are voices of strangers, &lt;br/&gt;    the moon's half empty in the sky...&lt;br/&gt;    and here I am stuck on this airplane &lt;br/&gt;    wondering &lt;br/&gt;    why &lt;br/&gt;    why&lt;br/&gt;    why &lt;br/&gt;    When the knots pulling me tighter, start to tear &lt;br/&gt;    would you hang on or leave me? &lt;br/&gt;    Would you always be there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-9037965274461990955?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/9037965274461990955/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-one-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/9037965274461990955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/9037965274461990955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-one-way.html' title='Amy Carr - One Way'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5359108067484520953</id><published>2007-08-26T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Carr - Love Me Two Times</title><content type='html'>The trees are lined with gold along the highway to you. &lt;br/&gt;    No sound in what's ahead, of bitter deception.&lt;br/&gt;    I close my eyes and I feel your fear. &lt;br/&gt;    You see the faces, deep in the night and you say &lt;br/&gt;    reach for the red&lt;br/&gt;    close your eyes hold your head. &lt;br/&gt;    The trees are lined with gold. It can't be time, I can't let go. &lt;br/&gt;    I rip away and look for an answer&lt;br/&gt;    white mask, white walls and all of your pain. &lt;br/&gt;    The mountains are shining gold along the L.A. Freeway. &lt;br/&gt;    I take offense to what fate has offered&lt;br/&gt;    and you reach for something, a color to hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5359108067484520953?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5359108067484520953/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-love-me-two-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5359108067484520953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5359108067484520953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-love-me-two-times.html' title='Amy Carr - Love Me Two Times'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2362385882063751992</id><published>2007-08-26T16:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Carr - Ink</title><content type='html'>How come your words are like &lt;br/&gt;    ink &lt;br/&gt;    on my skin? &lt;br/&gt;    i'm tattooed, &lt;br/&gt;    you're sinking in. &lt;br/&gt;    How come doubt is like &lt;br/&gt;    a freckle on my face? &lt;br/&gt;    i can't scrub it off i can't erase it. &lt;br/&gt;    i'm asking you what i gotta do to &lt;br/&gt;    make you want to want me too. &lt;br/&gt;    How come you push when all I &lt;br/&gt;    want is pull? Push me away when &lt;br/&gt;    you've had your fill. How come my &lt;br/&gt;    dreams are plagued with your touch?&lt;br/&gt;    I just can't get enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2362385882063751992?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2362385882063751992/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-ink.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2362385882063751992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2362385882063751992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-ink.html' title='Amy Carr - Ink'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-6991962673676280807</id><published>2007-08-26T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Carr - Blink</title><content type='html'>i'm hitting my legs and pounding my chest&lt;br/&gt;    but my eyes just want to rest. &lt;br/&gt;    Slapping and clapping to keep me awake,&lt;br/&gt;    the lids of my eyes half- closed to the day. &lt;br/&gt;    Now i'm on a round-the-clock watch &lt;br/&gt;    to keep you in sight...&lt;br/&gt;    keep you from flying. &lt;br/&gt;    'Cause i blink and you're gone. &lt;br/&gt;    Your soul's so bright it rivals the sun. &lt;br/&gt;    i blink and you're gone. &lt;br/&gt;    Will i find the strength to carry on?&lt;br/&gt;    You're like a thief, so taken with the night&lt;br/&gt;    you steal the breath from inside me&lt;br/&gt;    and i'm the victim of your flight&lt;br/&gt;    you always deny me...&lt;br/&gt;    i can't go on, this world's so cruel&lt;br/&gt;    if the men don't get ya then the women will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-6991962673676280807?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6991962673676280807/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-blink.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6991962673676280807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6991962673676280807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-blink.html' title='Amy Carr - Blink'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-4606224318686629321</id><published>2007-08-26T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amy Carr - 3rd. Line</title><content type='html'>I've been lookin' - rain drippin' sideways down the window.&lt;br/&gt;    I've been regrettin' - the past such a tricky situation.&lt;br/&gt;    For years I tried to grow up - but seemed stuck in the struggle.&lt;br/&gt;    Got a list of dreams this long and this wide but ain't no use in tryin'.&lt;br/&gt;    Oh...stuck on the 3rd.line!&lt;br/&gt;    I've been diggin' - movin' it from here to there and I've been thinkin',&lt;br/&gt;    stuck in the groove of day to day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-4606224318686629321?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4606224318686629321/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-3rd-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4606224318686629321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4606224318686629321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amy-carr-3rd-line.html' title='Amy Carr - 3rd. Line'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7514434653708827820</id><published>2007-08-26T16:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amr Diab - Tamally Maak (Always With You)</title><content type='html'>I am always with You.&lt;br/&gt;    And even when Your far away from me,&lt;br/&gt;    Your love is in my heart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always with You.&lt;br/&gt;    You're always on my mind and in my heart.&lt;br/&gt;    I never forget You.&lt;br/&gt;    I always miss You,&lt;br/&gt;    Even if I am with You.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always with You.&lt;br/&gt;    And even when Your far away from me,&lt;br/&gt;    Your love is in my heart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always with You.&lt;br/&gt;    You're always on my mind and in my heart.&lt;br/&gt;    I never forget You.&lt;br/&gt;    I always miss You,&lt;br/&gt;    Even if I am with You.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always longing for You Darling.&lt;br/&gt;    I always need You and nobody else.&lt;br/&gt;    And if I'm surrounded by the whole world,&lt;br/&gt;    I still need You, my darling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always longing for You darling.&lt;br/&gt;    I always need you and nobody else.&lt;br/&gt;    And if I'm surrounded by the whole world,&lt;br/&gt;    I still need You, my darling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always with You.&lt;br/&gt;    You have my heart and my soul&lt;br/&gt;    My most precious love.&lt;br/&gt;    My most precious love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And no matter if You away from me,&lt;br/&gt;    You are close to my heart.&lt;br/&gt;    You are life in the future and the present.&lt;br/&gt;    And the most beautiful of fates.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always with You.&lt;br/&gt;    You have my heart and my life&lt;br/&gt;    My most precious love.&lt;br/&gt;    My most precious love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And no matter if You away from me,&lt;br/&gt;    You are close to my heart.&lt;br/&gt;    You are life in the future and the present.&lt;br/&gt;    And the most beautiful of fates.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always longing for You Darling.&lt;br/&gt;    I always need You and nobody else.&lt;br/&gt;    And if I'm surrounded by the whole world,&lt;br/&gt;    I still need You, my Darling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always longing for You Darling.&lt;br/&gt;    I always need You and nobody else.&lt;br/&gt;    And if I'm surrounded by the whole world,&lt;br/&gt;    I still need You, my Darling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always longing for You Darling.&lt;br/&gt;    I always need You and nobody else.&lt;br/&gt;    And if I'm surrounded by the whole world,&lt;br/&gt;    I still need You, my Darling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am always longing for You Darling.&lt;br/&gt;    I always need You and nobody else.&lt;br/&gt;    And if I'm surrounded by the whole world,&lt;br/&gt;    I still need You, my Darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7514434653708827820?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7514434653708827820/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-tamally-maak-always-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7514434653708827820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7514434653708827820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-tamally-maak-always-with-you.html' title='Amr Diab - Tamally Maak (Always With You)'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5881502189648393761</id><published>2007-08-26T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amr Diab - Leily Nhary</title><content type='html'>Leily nehary&lt;br/&gt;    ta3ala habibi&lt;br/&gt;    la malamah habibi&lt;br/&gt;    khodny leek&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    leily nehary&lt;br/&gt;    ta3ala habibi&lt;br/&gt;    'alby yama&lt;br/&gt;    habibi khaf 3aleek&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    yareet &lt;br/&gt;    ana ashofak osady&lt;br/&gt;    yareet hawak dah &lt;br/&gt;    kan 7obb 3ady (x2)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    ganbak 7aiaty &lt;br/&gt;    de agmal 7ayah&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Leily nehary&lt;br/&gt;    ta3ala habibi&lt;br/&gt;    la malamah habibi&lt;br/&gt;    khodny leek&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    leily nehary&lt;br/&gt;    ta3ala habibi&lt;br/&gt;    'alby yama&lt;br/&gt;    habibi khaf 3aleek (x2)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    ha7keelak eih &lt;br/&gt;    khalas manta shayef&lt;br/&gt;    men gheer ma2ool &lt;br/&gt;    akeed enta 3aref&lt;br/&gt;    kalam kteer&lt;br/&gt;    ana nefsy a2oloh&lt;br/&gt;    wekalam kteer &lt;br/&gt;    yaretak te2oloh&lt;br/&gt;    ganbak 7ayaty &lt;br/&gt;    de agmal 7ayah&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Leily nehary&lt;br/&gt;    ta3ala habibi&lt;br/&gt;    la malamah habibi&lt;br/&gt;    khodny leek&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    leily nehary&lt;br/&gt;    ta3ala habibi&lt;br/&gt;    'alby yama&lt;br/&gt;    habibi khaf 3aleek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5881502189648393761?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5881502189648393761/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-leily-nhary.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5881502189648393761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5881502189648393761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-leily-nhary.html' title='Amr Diab - Leily Nhary'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7675673324152942277</id><published>2007-08-26T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amr Diab - Amarain</title><content type='html'>Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Amarain. Amarain dol walaa eneik?&lt;br/&gt;    Albee beyesalnee aleik.&lt;br/&gt;    Atareenee ba fakar feek. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Ya albee yana,&lt;br/&gt;    Meen hoboo yana?&lt;br/&gt;    Ya shok amana,&lt;br/&gt;    Timla layalee gharam. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Ahel ya omry!&lt;br/&gt;    Yakool omry!&lt;br/&gt;    Salemtoo amry.&lt;br/&gt;    We enei aletlee kalaam. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Amarain. Amarain dol walaa eneik?&lt;br/&gt;    Albee beyesalnee aleik.&lt;br/&gt;    Atareenee ba fakar feek. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Talet sheghaly.&lt;br/&gt;    Wayak ya ghalee.&lt;br/&gt;    Wana esh garalee?&lt;br/&gt;    Khalanee doob fe hawak? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Eshmena enta?&lt;br/&gt;    Habitak enta?&lt;br/&gt;    Ashghalto emta?&lt;br/&gt;    Shaghalt roohy ma-ak! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Amarain. Amarain dol walaa eneik?&lt;br/&gt;    Albee beyesalnee aleik.&lt;br/&gt;    Atareenee ba fakar feek. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Amarain dol walaa eneik?&lt;br/&gt;    Albee beyesalnee aleik.&lt;br/&gt;    Atareenee ba fakar feek.&lt;br/&gt;    Makoola koon habet? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;br/&gt;    Wala ma kaan ala balee ya hawaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7675673324152942277?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7675673324152942277/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-amarain.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7675673324152942277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7675673324152942277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-amarain.html' title='Amr Diab - Amarain'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3324728503555629733</id><published>2007-08-26T16:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amr Diab - Allem Albi</title><content type='html'>Ya 7abibi wenta ganbi&lt;br/&gt;    Ahlem watmana eih? &lt;br/&gt;    Ma khalas al ahlem ganbi&lt;br/&gt;    We 3oyoni dayba fih&lt;br/&gt;    Arrab menny kaman&lt;br/&gt;    Orbak howa alaman&lt;br/&gt;    Banadeelak men zaman&lt;br/&gt;    Ta3ala dommeni&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    CHORUS: &lt;br/&gt;    3allem albi el gharaam&lt;br/&gt;    Kallemni a7la kalaam&lt;br/&gt;    3eish ma3aya fel a7lam&lt;br/&gt;    Ya 7abibi 7ebbeni&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sada'ny wenta dayeb bein&lt;br/&gt;    lahfa wishtiaBit a3lem al habayeb yenso &lt;br/&gt;    kelmit foraYa habibi ya malak &lt;br/&gt;    bensa al dunya m3ak&lt;br/&gt;    Wagy leya dunyat howak &lt;br/&gt;    awl ma tedommeni &lt;br/&gt;    Ya habibi ana kolly leek, &lt;br/&gt;    3ash'ak wana bein eideek&lt;br/&gt;    Wala shee' yeghla 3aleek &lt;br/&gt;    law bass tedommeni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3324728503555629733?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3324728503555629733/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-allem-albi.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3324728503555629733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3324728503555629733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-allem-albi.html' title='Amr Diab - Allem Albi'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8744092652232313710</id><published>2007-08-26T16:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amr Diab - Aktar Wa7id</title><content type='html'>ANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WFGAR7AK FAR7AK ANA GANBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WB3OMRI YA 3OMRI ANA WALLA SHAREEK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    ANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WFGAR7AK FAR7AK ANA GANBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WB3OMRI YA 3OMRI ANA WALLA SHAREEK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    ANA AKTAR WA7ED ALBO 3ALEIK&lt;br/&gt;    ANA DONIETAK ANA MELK EDEIK&lt;br/&gt;    ENTA ELLI MEN BEIN KOLL EL NAS&lt;br/&gt;    MET3ALLA2 BEEK WBAFAKKAR FEEK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    ANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    ANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WFGAR7AK FAR7AK ANA GANBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WB3OMRI YA 3OMRI ANA WALLA SHAREEK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    YA 7ABEEBI ARRAB SHOOF B3NEIK&lt;br/&gt;    ANA GANB MENNAK ANA 7AWALEIK&lt;br/&gt;    3ALASHAN 3YOONAK 3OMRI YHOON&lt;br/&gt;    YA 7ABEEBI YHOON… WALA YE'3LA 3ALEIK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    ANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    ANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WFGAR7AK FAR7AK ANA GANBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WB3OMRI YA 3OMRI ANA WALLA SHAREEK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    YA LEILY YA LEILY&lt;br/&gt;    YA LEILY YA LEILY&lt;br/&gt;    YAaAaAaAaA LEEEIL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    WFGAR7AK FAR7AK ANA GANBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WB3OMRI YA 3OMRI ANA WALLA SHAREEK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    WANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WFGAR7AK FAR7AK ANA GANBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WB3OMRI YA 3OMRI ANA WALLA SHAREEK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    ANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WFGAR7AK FAR7AK ANA GANBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WB3OMRI YA 3OMRI ANA WALLA SHAREEK&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    ANA AKTAR WA7ED BEY7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    FEDDONIA W6OOL 3OMRI BA7EBBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WFGAR7AK FAR7AK ANA GANBAK&lt;br/&gt;    WB3OMRI YA 3OMRI ANA WALLA SHAREEK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8744092652232313710?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8744092652232313710/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-aktar-wa7id.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8744092652232313710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8744092652232313710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amr-diab-aktar-wa7id.html' title='Amr Diab - Aktar Wa7id'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7363134360241633889</id><published>2007-08-26T16:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - W.T.Y.D.</title><content type='html'>quot;Death seen through the eyes of the dying and a summons from the great&lt;br/&gt;    beyond to join the masses of lapsed lives. Mystery and, sometimes, fantasy.&lt;br/&gt;    Theory and legend. The plight of dying or the fight to freedom? A supernatural&lt;br/&gt;    transition to a world that is known only in dreams and in death.&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome...quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp&lt;br/&gt;    Born into death, will you take the risk&lt;br/&gt;    See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin&lt;br/&gt;    Youll never end and can never begin&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    No forest of pleasure or fields of pain&lt;br/&gt;    High-rise at night see the pavement of stain&lt;br/&gt;    A beckoning hand from those who were slain&lt;br/&gt;    Now you can sleep again&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I take the night and I stretch it wide&lt;br/&gt;    And I see all, you hide, I died&lt;br/&gt;    So slip right in, sip the wine&lt;br/&gt;    The caution flashes but the waters fine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to your death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7363134360241633889?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7363134360241633889/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-wtyd.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7363134360241633889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7363134360241633889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-wtyd.html' title='Amorpis - W.T.Y.D.'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5491758957025852745</id><published>2007-08-26T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - To Fathers Cabin</title><content type='html'>O old man, good god&lt;br/&gt;    careful man of heaven&lt;br/&gt;    keeper of storm clouds&lt;br/&gt;    make misty weather&lt;br/&gt;    and create a tiny cloud&lt;br/&gt;    in whose shelter I may go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5491758957025852745?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5491758957025852745/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-to-fathers-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5491758957025852745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5491758957025852745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-to-fathers-cabin.html' title='Amorpis - To Fathers Cabin'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-6853618259359163612</id><published>2007-08-26T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - The Fun Palace</title><content type='html'>Welcome, I invite you off to the other world&lt;br/&gt;    Youll have to face this house of no escape&lt;br/&gt;    Confront the past, in this psychic house of horrors&lt;br/&gt;    I lead you up the path youll take&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your conscience lied&lt;br/&gt;    Trapped inside&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your ultimate nightmare&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to the fun palace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, just try to scream&lt;br/&gt;    Its only a dream&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your ultimate nightmare&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to the palace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Tonight youll be tried, I invoke the memories&lt;br/&gt;    The guilt to be driven from this unconscious mind&lt;br/&gt;    Young lives that youve denied, behold their faces&lt;br/&gt;    Innocence cut to pieces, just look behind&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your conscience lied&lt;br/&gt;    Trapped inside&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your ultimate nightmare&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to the fun palace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, just try to scream&lt;br/&gt;    Its only a dream&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your ultimate nightmare&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to the palace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Look at the fun and the games that youve taken away&lt;br/&gt;    Confess&lt;br/&gt;    Dreams of growing up have been destroyed&lt;br/&gt;    Because of you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Farewell, I impel you back to your other world&lt;br/&gt;    Youll have to face your every sin&lt;br/&gt;    Take this a painful bounty, representing me&lt;br/&gt;    The keeper of the palace and the secrets held within&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your conscience lied&lt;br/&gt;    Trapped inside&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your ultimate nightmare&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to the fun palace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, just try to scream&lt;br/&gt;    Its only a dream&lt;br/&gt;    Panic, your ultimate nightmare&lt;br/&gt;    Welcome to the palace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Goodbye, from the fun palace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-6853618259359163612?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6853618259359163612/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-fun-palace.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6853618259359163612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6853618259359163612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-fun-palace.html' title='Amorpis - The Fun Palace'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-1992706340370468946</id><published>2007-08-26T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - The Castaway</title><content type='html'>A bird flew out of Lapland&lt;br/&gt;    an eagle from the North East&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    One wing ruffled the water&lt;br/&gt;    and the other swept the sky&lt;br/&gt;    Its tail skimmed the sea&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It flutters, it glides&lt;br/&gt;    it looks, it turns round&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    quot;Why, man are you in the sea&lt;br/&gt;    fellow, among the billows?quot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-1992706340370468946?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1992706340370468946/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-castaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1992706340370468946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1992706340370468946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-castaway.html' title='Amorpis - The Castaway'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-603272500307008797</id><published>2007-08-26T16:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - Sixes And Sevens</title><content type='html'>quot;This title comes from the British phrase At sixes and sevens, meaning at a&lt;br/&gt;    point of disorder or confusion. I think a lot of people will be able to&lt;br/&gt;    relate to these lyrics, which describe a period in my life where everything&lt;br/&gt;    was in confusion, without direction, and giving up was the easy way out. The&lt;br/&gt;    moral of the story: Everything works out in the end if you really want it&lt;br/&gt;    toquot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Disillusioned, self-confusion&lt;br/&gt;    Trying to make it through another day&lt;br/&gt;    Whats it all for, when does it end&lt;br/&gt;    There must be another way&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Woven webs of intricacy&lt;br/&gt;    A life of nothing new&lt;br/&gt;    No one here to understand&lt;br/&gt;    Pressures crushing you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sixes and sevens&lt;br/&gt;    Disorder battles control&lt;br/&gt;    Sixes and sevens&lt;br/&gt;    Crises overflow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Aggravation deep frustration&lt;br/&gt;    I know what I want to do&lt;br/&gt;    Motivation is a problem&lt;br/&gt;    When its driven out of you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Emotion, commotions&lt;br/&gt;    Filling up the brain&lt;br/&gt;    Directions null and void&lt;br/&gt;    Another drink dilutes the pain&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sixes and sevens&lt;br/&gt;    Disorder battles control&lt;br/&gt;    Sixes and sevens&lt;br/&gt;    Crises overflow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sinking fast&lt;br/&gt;    Will it last&lt;br/&gt;    At sixes and sevens&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Pulling through from yesterday&lt;br/&gt;    Another day is done&lt;br/&gt;    Determination&lt;br/&gt;    Self confidence has won&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Woven webs of intricacy&lt;br/&gt;    Life is full of stress&lt;br/&gt;    That can only hinder&lt;br/&gt;    New desire to progress&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sixes and sevens&lt;br/&gt;    Disorder battles control&lt;br/&gt;    Sixes and sevens&lt;br/&gt;    Crises overflow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sinking fast&lt;br/&gt;    Will it last&lt;br/&gt;    At sixes and sevens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-603272500307008797?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/603272500307008797/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-sixes-and-sevens.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/603272500307008797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/603272500307008797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-sixes-and-sevens.html' title='Amorpis - Sixes And Sevens'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5089649941646709505</id><published>2007-08-26T16:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - Reduced To Ash</title><content type='html'>quot;Briefly; an imaginary view of our planet after a thermo-nuclear splattering.&lt;br/&gt;    We hope not.quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The sky is falling, timbers they rush down&lt;br/&gt;    All is in rubble, vomiting sounds&lt;br/&gt;    Screams in the night, yellow and orange&lt;br/&gt;    Blackened indent, future deformed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The earth it doth shake, molested and torn&lt;br/&gt;    All living aborted, none left but unborn&lt;br/&gt;    Contrived devastation, see all is ruined&lt;br/&gt;    Bodies, now corpses, bent, broken and strewn&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Reduced to ash&lt;br/&gt;    Reduced to ash&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Self-contained eternity, weve sealed the dawn&lt;br/&gt;    By torching the sun with the dragons we have spawned&lt;br/&gt;    Farewell to all, its time to leave&lt;br/&gt;    Chaotic waste, too much to grieve&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Reduced to ash&lt;br/&gt;    Reduced to ash&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Reduced&lt;br/&gt;    Reduced to ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5089649941646709505?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5089649941646709505/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-reduced-to-ash.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5089649941646709505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5089649941646709505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-reduced-to-ash.html' title='Amorpis - Reduced To Ash'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-79041598534626301</id><published>2007-08-26T16:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - Rediance</title><content type='html'>Inside...&lt;br/&gt;    The dark is fading away&lt;br/&gt;    I dont want to be alone anymore&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Inside...&lt;br/&gt;    The light of dawn is here once more&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The light...&lt;br/&gt;    Darkness is slipping away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Of dawn...&lt;br/&gt;    I dont want to be alone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Is here...&lt;br/&gt;    Wont you stay?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Not a word passed your lips&lt;br/&gt;    Just a golden kiss&lt;br/&gt;    As I whispered silently&lt;br/&gt;    quot;Help me through thisquot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-79041598534626301?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/79041598534626301/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-rediance.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/79041598534626301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/79041598534626301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-rediance.html' title='Amorpis - Rediance'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2141819598040710336</id><published>2007-08-26T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - Norths Son</title><content type='html'>Go, look at the moon and inspect the sun.&lt;br/&gt;    Now they are in the sky.&lt;br/&gt;    Right in their old places.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Hail, moon, for gleeming.&lt;br/&gt;    Fair one for showing your face.&lt;br/&gt;    Dear sun for dawning.&lt;br/&gt;    And daylight for comming up&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Dear moon, youre out from the rock.&lt;br/&gt;    Fair day from the cliff.&lt;br/&gt;    Youve risen as a golden cuckoo, as a silver dove.&lt;br/&gt;    Up to where you used to live.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Fare well now upon your way, upon your journey.&lt;br/&gt;    Sweetly end your curve beautifully.&lt;br/&gt;    Come at evening into joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2141819598040710336?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2141819598040710336/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-norths-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2141819598040710336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2141819598040710336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-norths-son.html' title='Amorpis - Norths Son'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2090747565840684462</id><published>2007-08-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - In The Begining</title><content type='html'>I went to wash at the shore&lt;br/&gt;    I went to bathe in the sea&lt;br/&gt;    and there I, a hen, was lost&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I, a bird&lt;br/&gt;    untimely died&lt;br/&gt;    Let not my brother&lt;br/&gt;    ever in the world&lt;br/&gt;    Water his war-horse&lt;br/&gt;    upon the seashore&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Water of the sea&lt;br/&gt;    so much blood of mine&lt;br/&gt;    fishes of the sea&lt;br/&gt;    so much flesh of mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Such the death of the young maid&lt;br/&gt;    end of the fair little hen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2090747565840684462?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2090747565840684462/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-in-begining.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2090747565840684462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2090747565840684462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-in-begining.html' title='Amorpis - In The Begining'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-3032033444384261520</id><published>2007-08-26T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - I Am In Command</title><content type='html'>This is not an anti-religious, anti-Christian nor anti-anything song. It is&lt;br/&gt;    about those (hopefully) few televangelists who prey and profit on the weak,&lt;br/&gt;    poor and directionless. Command is narrated by one who is under their spell&lt;br/&gt;    and one who has just freed himself from one of these cult-like farces. I guess&lt;br/&gt;    those having problems should be cautious about who they turn to these days.&lt;br/&gt;    Thrashquot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    No defence, enemy attack&lt;br/&gt;    Im fighting for my life&lt;br/&gt;    Theyll slice you to ribbons, you lose all inhibitions&lt;br/&gt;    I laugh at the Anti-Christ&lt;br/&gt;    Power of position, deploying ammunition&lt;br/&gt;    Im free from your holy beliefs&lt;br/&gt;    Your pockets are bled, to Christ youre wed&lt;br/&gt;    Gaze at the lost sheep&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am in command&lt;br/&gt;    I am in command&lt;br/&gt;    I stand in command&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    All the taking, eyes are waking&lt;br/&gt;    To your mass control&lt;br/&gt;    Power fades, drunken ways&lt;br/&gt;    Creating your own hellhole&lt;br/&gt;    Your god cast out, my armaments shout&lt;br/&gt;    Your faith is soon null and void&lt;br/&gt;    Wheres god, paid the church of fraud&lt;br/&gt;    Now heavens left you unemployed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am in command&lt;br/&gt;    I am in command&lt;br/&gt;    I stand in command&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Moans of the meek, Im strong, theyre weak&lt;br/&gt;    I triumph as never before&lt;br/&gt;    Stand beside, be string, take pride&lt;br/&gt;    Truth comes from the core&lt;br/&gt;    My war is fought by those I have taught&lt;br/&gt;    And those pledged to be free&lt;br/&gt;    I am here in alliance and stand in defiance&lt;br/&gt;    Of the churchs almighty greed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I am in command&lt;br/&gt;    I am in command&lt;br/&gt;    I stand in command&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-3032033444384261520?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3032033444384261520/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-i-am-in-command.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3032033444384261520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/3032033444384261520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-i-am-in-command.html' title='Amorpis - I Am In Command'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5292156355265595019</id><published>2007-08-26T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - Human Insecticide</title><content type='html'>quot;Incarcerated in an age old asylum , his cell runs rampant with menacing little&lt;br/&gt;    creatures who flaunt their freedom by roaming so freely. Powerless to&lt;br/&gt;    the cruelty and extreme disconcern of his human restraints, he finds&lt;br/&gt;    timeless contentment by playing officer, judge and executioner over his&lt;br/&gt;    cell mates. The final sentence is always obliteration.quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Psychotic tendencies have put me here for life&lt;br/&gt;    Dreams of smashing little things before they ruin my life&lt;br/&gt;    Find means capable of smothering a flea&lt;br/&gt;    Extermination is their end, escaping not from me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Retaliate&lt;br/&gt;    Decapitate - I love to see them bleed&lt;br/&gt;    Annihilate&lt;br/&gt;    I am human insecticide&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Creepy black mass, I see one down below&lt;br/&gt;    Prepare to strike, act quickly now, strike the fatal blow&lt;br/&gt;    Extinguishing the menace, they will know my name&lt;br/&gt;    Destroying these, the lives of waste, delivered now to pain&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Retaliate&lt;br/&gt;    Decapitate - I love to see them bleed&lt;br/&gt;    Annihilate&lt;br/&gt;    I am human insecticide&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Asphyxiate the flame of life&lt;br/&gt;    From hatred they will die&lt;br/&gt;    Power kept in my control&lt;br/&gt;    Their souls are caged with mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Expelled from life, they cannot hide, I will find them out&lt;br/&gt;    Their games lost, I hunt them down, their end without a doubt&lt;br/&gt;    Psychotic tendencies, my dreams are coming true&lt;br/&gt;    My plans are set without repent, Im tightening the screw&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Retaliate&lt;br/&gt;    Decapitate - I love to see them bleed&lt;br/&gt;    Annihilate&lt;br/&gt;    I am human insecticide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5292156355265595019?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5292156355265595019/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-human-insecticide.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5292156355265595019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5292156355265595019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-human-insecticide.html' title='Amorpis - Human Insecticide'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2763006788707375863</id><published>2007-08-26T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - Forgotten Sunrise</title><content type='html'>Once I had a mind&lt;br/&gt;    and thoughts was given&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But nowadays, in this evil age&lt;br/&gt;    all my sense is somewhere else&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Once I had a soul&lt;br/&gt;    I was one with my god&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But now I am abandoned&lt;br/&gt;    banished from these lies&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Long my tales been in the cold&lt;br/&gt;    for ages has lain hidden&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I know how to bewitch fire&lt;br/&gt;    and how to fame flames&lt;br/&gt;    I know how to banish worms&lt;br/&gt;    and turn snakes away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2763006788707375863?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2763006788707375863/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-forgotten-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2763006788707375863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2763006788707375863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-forgotten-sunrise.html' title='Amorpis - Forgotten Sunrise'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-9121999434439052065</id><published>2007-08-26T16:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - Empty</title><content type='html'>quot;Tonight your soul sleeps, but one day you will feel real pain,&lt;br/&gt;    maybe then you will see mee as I am,&lt;br/&gt;    A fragile wreck on a storm of emotionquot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Countless times I trusted you,&lt;br/&gt;    I let you back in,&lt;br/&gt;    Knowing... Yearning... you know&lt;br/&gt;    I should have run... but I stayed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Maybe I always knew,&lt;br/&gt;    My fragile dreams would be broken for you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Today I introduced myself,&lt;br/&gt;    To my own feelings,&lt;br/&gt;    In silent agony, after all these years,&lt;br/&gt;    They spoke to me... after all these years&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Maybe I always knew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-9121999434439052065?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/9121999434439052065/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/9121999434439052065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/9121999434439052065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-empty.html' title='Amorpis - Empty'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-4347894868956143148</id><published>2007-08-26T16:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorpis - Burns Like A Buzzsaw Blade</title><content type='html'>Amorpis - Burns Like A Buzzsaw Blade&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gönderen	:	karakaplan&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    quot;The realisation of fantasy beyond what is pleasurable. Seizure of both&lt;br/&gt;    mind and soul as lust and passion overcome their bodies in rhythmic waves&lt;br/&gt;    of sexual delight. Gushing energies generate intense erotic sensations,&lt;br/&gt;    fulfilling every imaginable yearning. The ultimate gratification of physical&lt;br/&gt;    love.quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Excess perversion, and well never let it end&lt;br/&gt;    You and I are making a private legend&lt;br/&gt;    Weve got the hunger, got the thirst&lt;br/&gt;    You want it slow, our bodies glow, nails rake my back&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Tongue licks sweet parade&lt;br/&gt;    Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade&lt;br/&gt;    Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade&lt;br/&gt;    Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Gratification, do you want some more&lt;br/&gt;    On the bed, entangled on the floor&lt;br/&gt;    Feel my eyes burn, we writhe until the dawn&lt;br/&gt;    Tease and please, humility is gone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Tongue licks sweet parade&lt;br/&gt;    Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade&lt;br/&gt;    Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade&lt;br/&gt;    Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Come on&lt;br/&gt;    What are you waiting for...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Excess perversion, and well never let it end&lt;br/&gt;    You and I are making a private legend&lt;br/&gt;    Feel my eyes burn, feel everything&lt;br/&gt;    On my knees, but I reign as your king&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Tongue licks sweet parade&lt;br/&gt;    Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade&lt;br/&gt;    Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade&lt;br/&gt;    Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-4347894868956143148?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4347894868956143148/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-burns-like-buzzsaw-blade.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4347894868956143148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4347894868956143148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorpis-burns-like-buzzsaw-blade.html' title='Amorpis - Burns Like A Buzzsaw Blade'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5388273261899882366</id><published>2007-08-26T16:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorphis - Tuonela</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;  Divinity&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Last day brings the grace&lt;br/&gt;    For bearers of forbidden name&lt;br/&gt;    Step into five fold mace&lt;br/&gt;    As son as father in a frame&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Chorus:&lt;br/&gt;    Someday fire wipes the rain&lt;br/&gt;    Fears are frozen tears whisper&lt;br/&gt;    Things that no one heras&lt;br/&gt;    Cry now, cry now for me again&lt;br/&gt;    Tomorrows pride and pain&lt;br/&gt;    Why you kneel before my name&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Crushing my belief&lt;br/&gt;    And make shape to my relief&lt;br/&gt;    For who you set your prayers&lt;br/&gt;    I can`t hear them anyway&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Greed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Not thirsty am I for the blood&lt;br/&gt;    Of redeemer of thy greed&lt;br/&gt;    My hunger can`t be satisfied&lt;br/&gt;    With flesh of thy nazarene&lt;br/&gt;    No gilded streets of heaven`s grace&lt;br/&gt;    Entice me in thy speech&lt;br/&gt;    No holy mother doth condone&lt;br/&gt;    All your pillage war and greed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But know thee that all oceans worth&lt;br/&gt;    Of waters turned holy&lt;br/&gt;    Won`t change the course of river&lt;br/&gt;    That runs inside of me&lt;br/&gt;    My blood flows ever skyward&lt;br/&gt;    And pools where thy black is white&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    For woulst thou not carme at my soul&lt;br/&gt;    With sword of thy supreme truth&lt;br/&gt;    Strike me down on my bended knees&lt;br/&gt;    For thy baptism so soothe&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    My blood flows ever skywawrd&lt;br/&gt;    And pools where thy black is white&lt;br/&gt;    Alone am I to raise my head&lt;br/&gt;    In the starless forest night&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Morning Star&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You live only for yourself&lt;br/&gt;    Or send your soul to the heaven`s grace&lt;br/&gt;    Been weak as the autumn leaves&lt;br/&gt;    Or strong as the growing seed&lt;br/&gt;    Swallowed into the black&lt;br/&gt;    Search for entrace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Chorus:&lt;br/&gt;    Wathc to the eyes of morning star&lt;br/&gt;    Beckon for the savior&lt;br/&gt;    But it`s much too far&lt;br/&gt;    Reach for the infinity&lt;br/&gt;    The only thing that remains is decay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Nightfall&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    As a rot to rape the spring sown seed&lt;br/&gt;    A plague sprang forth of his tracks&lt;br/&gt;    Churns ran red when cows milked blood&lt;br/&gt;    And famine cracked poor backs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Who would hear a lament sad&lt;br/&gt;    Under the bright blue sky&lt;br/&gt;    That`s sung in hovels dark and low&lt;br/&gt;    With eyes too weak to cry&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But horror be the nightfall`s gloom&lt;br/&gt;    For the man upon the road&lt;br/&gt;    When moon doth laugh at worthless lives&lt;br/&gt;    Twice hard for all promise showed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Empty stare upon his face&lt;br/&gt;    Nine fathoms deep&lt;br/&gt;    He set upon the road again&lt;br/&gt;    On ground that bears no seed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Rusty Moon&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Bahted in the rust of moon&lt;br/&gt;    Is the death beds lullaby&lt;br/&gt;    Sung so softly with the stars&lt;br/&gt;    Reflected in her eyes&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It`s the blaze that beckons men&lt;br/&gt;    Into the woods, of beaten path&lt;br/&gt;    Is the sight of the fire that&lt;br/&gt;    No maiden`s eyes should have&lt;br/&gt;    Iron does as iron`s told&lt;br/&gt;    And drinks of life`s red gold&lt;br/&gt;    But shame won`t leave with dying breathe&lt;br/&gt;    The life that wants it`s own death&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And the forest hums its silent hymn&lt;br/&gt;    Heard by those of solitude&lt;br/&gt;    As mist it wells&lt;br/&gt;    Up the brook`s dark banks&lt;br/&gt;    Bewitched by there fir woods&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Shining&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    My soul is bleeding&lt;br/&gt;    I feel so small&lt;br/&gt;    Afraid that this will never end&lt;br/&gt;    I can`t understand the pain in my bones&lt;br/&gt;    I sleep through another trance&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Climb over the rainbow&lt;br/&gt;    From here you can see so much&lt;br/&gt;    I need someone to take me down&lt;br/&gt;    But who can you trust&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Got so many things to say&lt;br/&gt;    But it`s something I don`t wanna be&lt;br/&gt;    Gotta get away case it`s time to shine&lt;br/&gt;    Like a fallen angel I run&lt;br/&gt;    I won`t ever see the sun&lt;br/&gt;    See the circle is now complete&lt;br/&gt;    Yet the harvest remains undone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Where hemlock grows and vermin crowl&lt;br/&gt;    All dreams descend with fear&lt;br/&gt;    Crushed by the darkness that wells inside&lt;br/&gt;    That beast I hold so dear&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Summer`s End&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In the morning mist by the waning moon&lt;br/&gt;    through the woods she set on foot&lt;br/&gt;    With a sacred blade cut the berries down&lt;br/&gt;    Dug up the dreaded mandrake root&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Tread my path to summer`s end&lt;br/&gt;    This bequest I leave you she says&lt;br/&gt;    You will see what could be evergreen&lt;br/&gt;    Turn to copper and fade to gray&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    By the standing stones&lt;br/&gt;    Atropine eyes smiled at me&lt;br/&gt;    Sitting in a sluggish vertigo&lt;br/&gt;    Sands of time form another dream&lt;br/&gt;    No love without sacrifice&lt;br/&gt;    No lige springs without decay&lt;br/&gt;    The final kiss is a wormy one&lt;br/&gt;    In soils cold caress to rest we`ll lay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  The Way&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Forging the future from the timeless stone&lt;br/&gt;    Oh let me know how far I can go&lt;br/&gt;    Answering the questions thet no one ever asks&lt;br/&gt;    Float through the sea of madness&lt;br/&gt;    And face the everlasting task&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    So lonely to wander&lt;br/&gt;    So sad to be alone&lt;br/&gt;    In the mist of the unknown&lt;br/&gt;    Trying to fool myself with dreams that never come true&lt;br/&gt;    So hard to stand my ground&lt;br/&gt;    Never again will I fail&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Will you tell me not to wait&lt;br/&gt;    Tell me to live for today&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    As the flowers wither&lt;br/&gt;    I will forget my pain&lt;br/&gt;    Since the stars have shone&lt;br/&gt;    The devil has shown me the way&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Tuonela&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sorrow is my bread&lt;br/&gt;    And tears I drink as wine&lt;br/&gt;    Oblivion my happiness&lt;br/&gt;    Ground under teeth of time&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    For cold be the stone&lt;br/&gt;    When frost ve devoured the land&lt;br/&gt;    Consolation is no gift&lt;br/&gt;    Of winter`s icy hand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Upon a crust of snow&lt;br/&gt;    I`ll lay my broken frame&lt;br/&gt;    What steel and iron won`t take&lt;br/&gt;    I`ll give in winter`s name&lt;br/&gt;    No good a sullen sout no use a simple knave&lt;br/&gt;    No groom for brides of plaited hair&lt;br/&gt;    This man old and lame&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    If only I could breathe&lt;br/&gt;    To see the sun of may&lt;br/&gt;    but still longer are the nigths than days&lt;br/&gt;    As I wither away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Came the man of crown&lt;br/&gt;    With sound of war drums beat&lt;br/&gt;    Said no sword arm`s strong enough&lt;br/&gt;    Without my two good feet&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But not overlooked am I&lt;br/&gt;    In eyes of the maid I`ll wed&lt;br/&gt;    I`ll reap the crops of Tuonela&lt;br/&gt;    My bride`s wealth in death&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Withered&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Withered be the flower&lt;br/&gt;    Long past it`s prime and bloom&lt;br/&gt;    Forgotten on the stony bed&lt;br/&gt;    This silent hillside tomb&lt;br/&gt;    For coppered be the grip&lt;br/&gt;    Of this wooded land&lt;br/&gt;    A crude cold gauntlet&lt;br/&gt;    Hides the boney hand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Tears once warmed the ground&lt;br/&gt;    Torn out of eyes that could cry no more&lt;br/&gt;    Compassion for the wind to take&lt;br/&gt;    O doth pity the bastard poor&lt;br/&gt;    A life of misery and hate&lt;br/&gt;    Upon a chance a twist of fate&lt;br/&gt;    The poison from the goblet ran&lt;br/&gt;    Down the throat of her drunken man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5388273261899882366?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5388273261899882366/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-tuonela.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5388273261899882366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5388273261899882366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-tuonela.html' title='Amorphis - Tuonela'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2701424551751980932</id><published>2007-08-26T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorphis - The Karelian Isthmus</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;  Black Embrace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Terror, when the darkness binds your limbs&lt;br/&gt;    Terror, when the fear freezes your nerves&lt;br/&gt;    Horror, when the pain climbs up your veins&lt;br/&gt;    Darkness, creeping under you skin&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Moment of life,&lt;br/&gt;    when we all have to choose,&lt;br/&gt;    which way to go&lt;br/&gt;    and for whom to sacrifice your life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Invoke the god - pray&lt;br/&gt;    To lead you back to life - pray&lt;br/&gt;    Cursed by religion - hate&lt;br/&gt;    Learned upon church - fake&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In the verge of hell,&lt;br/&gt;    of human mind&lt;br/&gt;    Redemption of your soul,&lt;br/&gt;    as darkness binds you tight&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Moment of life,&lt;br/&gt;    when we all have to choose,&lt;br/&gt;    which way to go&lt;br/&gt;    and for whom to sacrifice your life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    A wave the sound of Noisiu`s voice&lt;br/&gt;    his singing was ever sweet...&lt;br/&gt;    Noisiu`s grave has now been made&lt;br/&gt;    and the accompaniment was mournful&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    For him I poured out - hero of heroes,&lt;br/&gt;    the deadly drink that killed him&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Dear his short shining hair&lt;br/&gt;    a handsome man, even very beautiful&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Dear the grey eyes that women loved&lt;br/&gt;    fierce they were foes&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Grails Mysteries&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I shall have a son,&lt;br/&gt;    out of Cornwall shall he come,&lt;br/&gt;    that shall be a wild boar,&lt;br/&gt;    bristled with steel...&lt;br/&gt;    he shall be a man most brave and&lt;br/&gt;    noble in thought&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Thou shall kneel for him,&lt;br/&gt;    for every man shall humble in front of our lord&lt;br/&gt;    I stood upon the sand of the sea&lt;br/&gt;    and the great wind told me to carry on&lt;br/&gt;    He shall once know the secret of Holy Grail&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And so was the coronation made&lt;br/&gt;    And there was he,&lt;br/&gt;    sworn unto his lords and the commons&lt;br/&gt;    to be true king&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Karelia&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    "The sound of thousand warriors&lt;br/&gt;    The fields of thousand battles&lt;br/&gt;    Still, in our hearts we can hear&lt;br/&gt;    the great hymn of Karelia."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Misery Path&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We sail across the sea,&lt;br/&gt;    In our thoughts we float over mountains&lt;br/&gt;    All this vanity that we could hide&lt;br/&gt;    The truth&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The truth is to be alive&lt;br/&gt;    and to live your life in fear by hate&lt;br/&gt;    and create our own gods&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We all ourselves are created&lt;br/&gt;    our own images&lt;br/&gt;    Ourselves we are created&lt;br/&gt;    our own gods&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In the misty morning&lt;br/&gt;    When the sun is rising,&lt;br/&gt;    When the whole sky is red like blood&lt;br/&gt;    Man can realize the real meaning of life&lt;br/&gt;    to love and respect your life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Your salvation,&lt;br/&gt;    or is just your damnation.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We all ourselves...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Sign From The North Side&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    True Celtic power&lt;br/&gt;    from the cape of Cornwall&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Cry of hope, angels cry&lt;br/&gt;    This was omen, our sign, prediction&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Distant gate, gothic grave&lt;br/&gt;    Through ages our clan still remain&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In this proud land I grew up strong,&lt;br/&gt;    My tears are flowing all around&lt;br/&gt;    The wind is twisting my sorrow&lt;br/&gt;    I still believe in truth and hate&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    All through my life I have carried our ring,&lt;br/&gt;    The omen&lt;br/&gt;    All this was the fragment from my life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In this proud land I was born alone&lt;br/&gt;    I was taught to fight, taught to win&lt;br/&gt;    They told me the way of steel and secret&lt;br/&gt;    I am the unburied child, child without a nam,&lt;br/&gt;    Without fate,&lt;br/&gt;    I fight for peace and love,&lt;br/&gt;    I am reborn&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  The Gathering&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    As I sense their steel,&lt;br/&gt;    As I see the mighty one,&lt;br/&gt;    As we all gather once again&lt;br/&gt;    the gods of war summon us...&lt;br/&gt;    summon us&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    North wind blows to our valley&lt;br/&gt;    men with ships, with swords, with honour&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Their horses between flames,&lt;br/&gt;    their dogs eating enemy childs,&lt;br/&gt;    Our heavenly father, what is this mortality,&lt;br/&gt;    do you see my mortal agony&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Look, I see the shield up high&lt;br/&gt;    this must be the sign from my lord&lt;br/&gt;    this can be my death - sentence&lt;br/&gt;    what a fine day to die&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Taste of blood comes up high&lt;br/&gt;    Wind blows hard, our men fall...&lt;br/&gt;    one by one&lt;br/&gt;    This oath claims me&lt;br/&gt;    I must bleed for my generation&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Strong is the enemy,&lt;br/&gt;    strong is my sword&lt;br/&gt;    the hammer is rising&lt;br/&gt;    I feel their cold steel&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Now when I leave this world&lt;br/&gt;    I shall open the mighty oaken gate&lt;br/&gt;    and we all shall gather once again&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  The Lost Name Of God&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We have to know, we have to see&lt;br/&gt;    Religions so many, which one of them are so real,&lt;br/&gt;    That it makes us to believe ?&lt;br/&gt;    Crushing the chains of faith&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    To find the way of immortality,&lt;br/&gt;    We`re hiding behind the cross&lt;br/&gt;    To find shelter,&lt;br/&gt;    we`re searching for the name of god&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In this maze of hatred&lt;br/&gt;    The name of god is lost&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Under the flag of salvation&lt;br/&gt;    we are cleared this land of pagans&lt;br/&gt;    Under the cover of Christianity,&lt;br/&gt;    we stained our hands in blood&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    At these times of anguish&lt;br/&gt;    The name of God is lost&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    "I saw the coming of the end,&lt;br/&gt;    Sun stopped its shining,&lt;br/&gt;    Air is no longer fresh,&lt;br/&gt;    Then it was too late to realize,&lt;br/&gt;    that we can`t breathe our hate."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The lost name of God&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  The Pilgrimage&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In his eyes&lt;br/&gt;    The evil spirit rise&lt;br/&gt;    Turns to darkness with Satan`s name&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    "As the time is right&lt;br/&gt;    dead bodies rise up from their graves&lt;br/&gt;    And when the time comes near&lt;br/&gt;    Oh, I see the prince of glory"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Holy month&lt;br/&gt;    Sacred hounds&lt;br/&gt;    Under the hill&lt;br/&gt;    Do you hear their call&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Vulgar Necrolatry&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Erosion of life I see&lt;br/&gt;    it makes the passion burn in me&lt;br/&gt;    Life it always withers away&lt;br/&gt;    Death will eternally stay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Corpses in their coffins&lt;br/&gt;    forever rest in peace ?&lt;br/&gt;    There sleeping with the aspergillus&lt;br/&gt;    is this justice to the dead ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The atrocious sight of burial ecremony&lt;br/&gt;    Christians weeping for the departed&lt;br/&gt;    They won`t understand, they should envy them !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The deceased they know, if there`s a paradise&lt;br/&gt;    Or shall we feel, the purgatory !&lt;br/&gt;    I open the graves, admire the rot&lt;br/&gt;    I can feel the presence, of something beyond&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Aureola of nauseating reek&lt;br/&gt;    Wings of shriveled skin&lt;br/&gt;    Holy beauty of a carcass&lt;br/&gt;    Divine sight for me to gaze upon !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Necrolatic ! Reverence for putrefaction&lt;br/&gt;    Necrolatic ! reverence for the stench&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I kneel, before a carrion&lt;br/&gt;    I pray, before the dead&lt;br/&gt;    I know, they shall rise&lt;br/&gt;    I fear, for the scourge&lt;br/&gt;    I revere, power of the dead&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Warriors Trial&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    As the sun falls down&lt;br/&gt;    and the swell crashes into the shore&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The great warriors of doom and wind&lt;br/&gt;    ride high&lt;br/&gt;    Silent is the silence,&lt;br/&gt;    the only breathing of horses sound,&lt;br/&gt;    Cold northern steel, shining blade, pleases us&lt;br/&gt;    And we all live under the black mark&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh lord, lead us to the paradise&lt;br/&gt;    My lord, is this the promised land&lt;br/&gt;    is this your gift&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Let us fly into your dreams&lt;br/&gt;    Let us taste some blood&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Sorrow - the unknown force&lt;br/&gt;    Hate - respect your enemy&lt;br/&gt;    Bitterness - shall be forever&lt;br/&gt;    Silence - nothing left&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Let us fly into your dreams&lt;br/&gt;    Let us taste some blood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2701424551751980932?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2701424551751980932/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-karelian-isthmus.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2701424551751980932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2701424551751980932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-karelian-isthmus.html' title='Amorphis - The Karelian Isthmus'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8412754921281987000</id><published>2007-08-26T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorphis - Tales From The Thousand Lakes</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;  Black Winter Day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    This is how the lucky feel&lt;br/&gt;    How the blessed think&lt;br/&gt;    Like daybreak in spring&lt;br/&gt;    The sun on a spring morning&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But how do I feel&lt;br/&gt;    In my gloomy depths?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Like the flat brink of a cloud&lt;br/&gt;    Like a dark night in autumn&lt;br/&gt;    A black winter day&lt;br/&gt;    No, darker than that&lt;br/&gt;    Gloomier than an autumn night&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Drowned Maid&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I went to wash at the shore&lt;br/&gt;    I went to bathe in the sea&lt;br/&gt;    And there I, a hen, was lost&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I, a bird&lt;br/&gt;    Untimely died&lt;br/&gt;    Let not my brother&lt;br/&gt;    Ever in this world&lt;br/&gt;    Water his war-horse&lt;br/&gt;    Upon the seashore!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Waters of the sea&lt;br/&gt;    So much blood of mine&lt;br/&gt;    Fishes of the sea&lt;br/&gt;    So much flesh of mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Such the death of the young maid&lt;br/&gt;    End of the fair little hen&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  First Doom&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The mountains of North&lt;br/&gt;    Shall erupt and flames&lt;br/&gt;    Of darkland will raise&lt;br/&gt;    Hail to one who hails&lt;br/&gt;    Blood for one who bleeds&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    O you mistress of northland&lt;br/&gt;    Queen of darkland&lt;br/&gt;    I may wash my hands of the&lt;br/&gt;    Evil master`s blood&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    For that is no man`s doom&lt;br/&gt;    Which I bring&lt;br/&gt;    That is child`s doom&lt;br/&gt;    And it shall be the First doom&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Forgotten Sunrise&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Once I had a mind&lt;br/&gt;    And thoughts was given&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But nowadays, in this evil age&lt;br/&gt;    All my sense is somewhere else&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Once I had a soul&lt;br/&gt;    I was one with my god&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But now I am abandoned&lt;br/&gt;    Banished from these lies&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Long my tale`s been in the cold&lt;br/&gt;    For ages has lain hidden&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I know how to bewitch fire&lt;br/&gt;    And how to fame flames&lt;br/&gt;    I know how to banish worms&lt;br/&gt;    And turn snakes away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  In The Beginning&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I have a good mind&lt;br/&gt;    Take into my head&lt;br/&gt;    To start of singing&lt;br/&gt;    Began reciting&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We seldom get together&lt;br/&gt;    And meet each other&lt;br/&gt;    On these poor borders&lt;br/&gt;    The luckless lands of the north&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Those words we have got&lt;br/&gt;    From the North`s furthest fields,&lt;br/&gt;    From the heaths of Kalevala&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Into Hiding&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The islander slips into hiding&lt;br/&gt;    And takes to his heels&lt;br/&gt;    Out of dark Northland&lt;br/&gt;    The murky house of Sara&lt;br/&gt;    He whirled out of doors as snow&lt;br/&gt;    Arrives as smoke in the yard&lt;br/&gt;    To flee from bad deeds&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    There he had to become someone else&lt;br/&gt;    He must change his shape&lt;br/&gt;    As an eagle he swept up&lt;br/&gt;    Wanted to soar heavenward&lt;br/&gt;    The sun burnt his cheeks&lt;br/&gt;    The moon lit his brows&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Magic And Mayhem&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Hey there, tiny wench&lt;br/&gt;    My perpetual serf&lt;br/&gt;    Put stew in a pot&lt;br/&gt;    Bring water for the guest&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Before we part&lt;br/&gt;    Before your neck is broken&lt;br/&gt;    You strike first&lt;br/&gt;    Son of the north&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  The Castaway&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    A bird flew out of Lapland&lt;br/&gt;    An eagle from the North East&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    One wing ruffled the water&lt;br/&gt;    And the other swept the sky&lt;br/&gt;    It`s tail skimmed the sea&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It flutters, it glides&lt;br/&gt;    It looks, it turns round&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    "Why, man are you in the sea&lt;br/&gt;    Fellow, among the billows?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  To Fathers Cabin&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    O old man, good god&lt;br/&gt;    Careful man of heaven&lt;br/&gt;    Keeper of storm clouds&lt;br/&gt;    Make misty weather&lt;br/&gt;    And create a tiny cloud&lt;br/&gt;    In whose shelter I may go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8412754921281987000?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8412754921281987000/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-tales-from-thousand-lakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8412754921281987000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8412754921281987000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-tales-from-thousand-lakes.html' title='Amorphis - Tales From The Thousand Lakes'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-1453076199158237983</id><published>2007-08-26T16:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorphis - My Kantele</title><content type='html'>In the darkness I will shine, cast no shadows, not define&lt;br/&gt;    I walk on water, float on air, there`s no other to compare&lt;br/&gt;    I have this fascination, no cause for deviation&lt;br/&gt;    It`s called levitation&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    There`s no cause to start and scream, nor rub your eyes,&lt;br/&gt;    This is no dream&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Although I sit upon this chair, I rise and float up in the air&lt;br/&gt;    I have this fascination, no cause for deviation&lt;br/&gt;    It`s called levitation&lt;br/&gt;    Magnetic force, repel-attract, once it starts, there`s no turning back&lt;br/&gt;    I offer you this chance to learn, take it now there`s no return&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And I Hear You Call&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I must be out of my mind as I hear you call&lt;br/&gt;    My name is even though I can`t see you anywhere&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Surely this feeling must be coming from something&lt;br/&gt;    Someone gave me yesterday as I searched for you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And I hear you call&lt;br/&gt;    I hear you call my name&lt;br/&gt;    But when I turn around&lt;br/&gt;    There`s nothing to be found&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I must be dreaming a dream of a lunatic&lt;br/&gt;    My fingers taste like some strawberry ice-cream&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I hear you call my name but I don`t think it`s&lt;br/&gt;    The same I heard you whisper in my ear&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  My Kantele&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense&lt;br/&gt;    Who say that music reckon that the kantele&lt;br/&gt;    Was fashioned by a god&lt;br/&gt;    Out of a great pike`s shoulders&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;From a water-dog`s hooked bones:&lt;br/&gt;    It was made from the grief&lt;br/&gt;    Moulded from sorrow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Its belly out of hard days&lt;br/&gt;    Its soundboard from endless woes&lt;br/&gt;    Its strings gathered from torments&lt;br/&gt;    And its pegs from other ills&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    So it will not play, will not rejoice at all&lt;br/&gt;    Music will not play to please&lt;br/&gt;    Give off the right sort of joy&lt;br/&gt;    For it was fashioned from cares&lt;br/&gt;    Moulded from sorrow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  The Brother-slayer&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Where have you been,where have you been&lt;br/&gt;    my son, my merry son?&lt;br/&gt;    On the seashore, on the seashore&lt;br/&gt;    mother, my darling one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And what have you been doing there&lt;br/&gt;    my son, my merry son?&lt;br/&gt;    I have been watering my horse&lt;br/&gt;    mother, my darling one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Why is there blood upon your feet&lt;br/&gt;    my son, my merry son?&lt;br/&gt;    My horse stamped with its iron shoe&lt;br/&gt;    mother, my darling one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Why there is blood upon your sword&lt;br/&gt;    my son,my merry son?&lt;br/&gt;    I have stabbed my brother to death&lt;br/&gt;    mother, my darling one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    What now of you, where will you go&lt;br/&gt;    my son, my wretched son?&lt;br/&gt;    To other lands to foreign lands&lt;br/&gt;    my dame, my darling one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When will you be returning home&lt;br/&gt;    my son, my wretched son?&lt;br/&gt;    When all the world to judgement comes&lt;br/&gt;    my dame, my darling one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-1453076199158237983?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1453076199158237983/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-my-kantele.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1453076199158237983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1453076199158237983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-my-kantele.html' title='Amorphis - My Kantele'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-325277700513690560</id><published>2007-08-26T16:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorphis - Far From The Sun</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;  Day Of Your Beliefs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I can hear your yearnings&lt;br/&gt;    your anguished cries&lt;br/&gt;    let the nourishment pass you by&lt;br/&gt;    as it leaves you without&lt;br/&gt;    without a trace&lt;br/&gt;    it leaves you without the scars&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    it`s a day of the ruins&lt;br/&gt;    the time of your relief&lt;br/&gt;    it`s a day of the judgements&lt;br/&gt;    the day of your beliefs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    bitter is the end&lt;br/&gt;    the end of your cry&lt;br/&gt;    let your nourishment pass you by&lt;br/&gt;    it`ll leave you without&lt;br/&gt;    without your faith&lt;br/&gt;    it`ll leave you without your grace&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    it`s a day of the ruins&lt;br/&gt;    the time of your relief&lt;br/&gt;    it`s a day of the judgements&lt;br/&gt;    the day of your beliefs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Planetary Misfortune&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I hear you&lt;br/&gt;    hear your worthless speech&lt;br/&gt;    unheard and sensational&lt;br/&gt;    feeding my comprehension&lt;br/&gt;    let me see beyond all additional&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    show me something real&lt;br/&gt;    something low and dramatical&lt;br/&gt;    when all this sinful glittery&lt;br/&gt;    is still too much to see&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    taste the death from my hand&lt;br/&gt;    cleanse your senses&lt;br/&gt;    take the death from my hands&lt;br/&gt;    please your senses&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I fear you&lt;br/&gt;    planetary misfortune&lt;br/&gt;    who will pray for my hallucinations&lt;br/&gt;    I`m not attuned&lt;br/&gt;    when you fold your hands&lt;br/&gt;    it`s a wave of the salvation&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    and their slaves are their kings&lt;br/&gt;    futility of this creation&lt;br/&gt;    stand before the illusionist&lt;br/&gt;    the man of misapprehension&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    taste the death from my hand&lt;br/&gt;    cleanse your senses&lt;br/&gt;    take the death from my hands&lt;br/&gt;    please your senses&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Evil Inside&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Kiss the devil`s mark&lt;br/&gt;    like a self-denial without temptation&lt;br/&gt;    she suffers from shame&lt;br/&gt;    prodigious perversions&lt;br/&gt;    it`s her final dimension&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    feel affection for her longings&lt;br/&gt;    lamentation for no reason why&lt;br/&gt;    deep mistrust over matter&lt;br/&gt;    seduce it`s will to melt away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    she`s plagued with pain&lt;br/&gt;    making me insane&lt;br/&gt;    passionate repulsion&lt;br/&gt;    kiss the evil inside&lt;br/&gt;    that you cannot deny&lt;br/&gt;    smiling at your sufferings&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    feel affection for her longings&lt;br/&gt;    lamentation for no reason why&lt;br/&gt;    deep mistrust over matter&lt;br/&gt;    seduce its will to melt away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Mourning Soil&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Feel the ground&lt;br/&gt;    the mourning soil&lt;br/&gt;    close your eyes and lay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    confront the passage of time&lt;br/&gt;    eternity which you cannot betray&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    barter away this haziness&lt;br/&gt;    down to earth this sparkling distress&lt;br/&gt;    thereafter you calling me hallowed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    barter away this haziness&lt;br/&gt;    down to earth this sparkling distress&lt;br/&gt;    thereafter you calling me hallowed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    sadness eclipsed&lt;br/&gt;    passing your heart&lt;br/&gt;    calling out the shadows from the dark&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    you still believe&lt;br/&gt;    that your life was empty&lt;br/&gt;    and now all that has gone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    barter away this haziness&lt;br/&gt;    down to earth this sparkling distress&lt;br/&gt;    thereafter you calling me hallowed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    barter away this haziness&lt;br/&gt;    down to earth this sparkling distress&lt;br/&gt;    thereafter you calling me hallowed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    down to earth this sparkling distress&lt;br/&gt;    down to earth this sparkling distress&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Far From The Sun&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Nothing is more than too much&lt;br/&gt;    I`m waiting for the tarnishing touch&lt;br/&gt;    you wish for the last kiss goodbye&lt;br/&gt;    like the child that cannot lie&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I walk&lt;br/&gt;    away now from you&lt;br/&gt;    and your sun&lt;br/&gt;    it goes down from you&lt;br/&gt;    as I walk&lt;br/&gt;    away now from you&lt;br/&gt;    and from&lt;br/&gt;    from your sun&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    holding the wounds of the bleeding souls&lt;br/&gt;    you summon all the restless folk&lt;br/&gt;    to share the feast of anxiety&lt;br/&gt;    like the spawn that cannot breed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I walk&lt;br/&gt;    away now from you&lt;br/&gt;    and your sun&lt;br/&gt;    it goes down from you&lt;br/&gt;    as I walk&lt;br/&gt;    away now from you&lt;br/&gt;    and from&lt;br/&gt;    from your sun&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Ethereal Solitude&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Blackness falls on empty calmness&lt;br/&gt;    the night is full&lt;br/&gt;    I kissed the frozen sweetness&lt;br/&gt;    the mist around my grief&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    don`t let the past wear you down&lt;br/&gt;    let go of the life that haunts you tonight&lt;br/&gt;    don`t let the silence take the sound&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    alone and isolated&lt;br/&gt;    ethereal solitude&lt;br/&gt;    you can keep all your secrets&lt;br/&gt;    there`s no one to hold on to&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    don`t let the past wear you down&lt;br/&gt;    let go of the life that haunts you tonight&lt;br/&gt;    don`t let the silence take the sound&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    don`t let the past wear you down&lt;br/&gt;    let go of the life that haunts you tonight&lt;br/&gt;    don`t let the silence take the sound&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Killing Goodness&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    There`s no existing misery&lt;br/&gt;    that just fades away&lt;br/&gt;    faint hearted mindless tracks&lt;br/&gt;    through the wicked world&lt;br/&gt;    the world of today&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    and all the people&lt;br/&gt;    wait too long&lt;br/&gt;    makes them hate too much&lt;br/&gt;    foolishness fills this empty space&lt;br/&gt;    misgiving all the fortune&lt;br/&gt;    misgiving all the luck&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    stay clear of the killing goodness&lt;br/&gt;    the greed of the dying gods&lt;br/&gt;    can`t you feel the raging darkness&lt;br/&gt;    the eyes stare at your heart&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I see you dancing with the doomed&lt;br/&gt;    backwards to the womb&lt;br/&gt;    the spiral of life comes to the end&lt;br/&gt;    darkness will descend&lt;br/&gt;    it will descend&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    and all the people&lt;br/&gt;    wait too long&lt;br/&gt;    makes them hate too much&lt;br/&gt;    foolishness fills this empty space&lt;br/&gt;    misgiving all the fortune&lt;br/&gt;    misgiving all the luck&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    and all the people&lt;br/&gt;    wait too long&lt;br/&gt;    makes them hate too much&lt;br/&gt;    foolishness fills this empty space&lt;br/&gt;    misgiving all the fortune&lt;br/&gt;    misgiving all the luck&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  God Of Deception&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The god of deception&lt;br/&gt;    a man with your face&lt;br/&gt;    see him still wondering&lt;br/&gt;    searching for your grave&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    needles called luster&lt;br/&gt;    it`s only a one night stand&lt;br/&gt;    and you are six feet under&lt;br/&gt;    dead by your own hand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    as you lost your destination&lt;br/&gt;    something drilled holes in your soul&lt;br/&gt;    it`s time to meet your maker&lt;br/&gt;    raise the relief on your temple&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    as you lost your destination&lt;br/&gt;    something drilled holes in your soul&lt;br/&gt;    it`s time to meet your maker&lt;br/&gt;    raise the relief on your temple&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    make them blame themselves&lt;br/&gt;    regret the deceased&lt;br/&gt;    until the truth kills it`s novelty&lt;br/&gt;    attrition of their beliefs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    as you lost your destination&lt;br/&gt;    something drilled holes in your soul&lt;br/&gt;    it`s time to meet your maker&lt;br/&gt;    raise the relief on your temple&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    it`s the pain that calls the tune&lt;br/&gt;    those heartbreaking moments&lt;br/&gt;    mislaid it all&lt;br/&gt;    all the happiness&lt;br/&gt;    you can die at your leisure&lt;br/&gt;    make them blame themselves&lt;br/&gt;    regret the deceased&lt;br/&gt;    until the truth kills its novelty&lt;br/&gt;    attrition of their beliefs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Higher Ground&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I climb to the higher ground&lt;br/&gt;    to see what`s behind the sun&lt;br/&gt;    step on the hands made out of clay&lt;br/&gt;    the hands of stained mortals&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    all there is and all you`ll have&lt;br/&gt;    bless the one who cannot cry&lt;br/&gt;    there is no night&lt;br/&gt;    there is no sunlight&lt;br/&gt;    until you refuse to die&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I`d let you sleep now&lt;br/&gt;    but I don`t know how&lt;br/&gt;    I`d let you grieve now&lt;br/&gt;    but I don`t know how&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I chant the songs of madness&lt;br/&gt;    to be the chosen one&lt;br/&gt;    still all these bleeding wounds&lt;br/&gt;    cannot be cured by sadness&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    all there is and all you`ll have&lt;br/&gt;    bless the one who cannot cry&lt;br/&gt;    there is no night&lt;br/&gt;    there is no sunlight&lt;br/&gt;    until you refuse to die&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I`d let you sleep now&lt;br/&gt;    but I don`t know how&lt;br/&gt;    I`d let you grieve now&lt;br/&gt;    but I don`t know how&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Smithereens&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I let you take&lt;br/&gt;    this breeding sorrow&lt;br/&gt;    you`re too close to see&lt;br/&gt;    as the pride inside of you&lt;br/&gt;    is smashed to smithereens&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    this fire hunts the soulless and the weak&lt;br/&gt;    bursting out the madness in me&lt;br/&gt;    and through all the that fear I have to keep&lt;br/&gt;    I still pretend to be real&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    you can`t resist&lt;br/&gt;    all those fools beside you&lt;br/&gt;    spread your arms and share&lt;br/&gt;    this hatred with me&lt;br/&gt;    as it smashes your soul to smithereens&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    this fire hunts the soulless and the weak&lt;br/&gt;    bursting out the madness in me&lt;br/&gt;    and through all the that fear I have to keep&lt;br/&gt;    I still pretend to be real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-325277700513690560?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/325277700513690560/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-far-from-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/325277700513690560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/325277700513690560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-far-from-sun.html' title='Amorphis - Far From The Sun'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8877419664454884046</id><published>2007-08-26T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorphis - Elegy</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;  Against Widows&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The Devils weds a widow&lt;br/&gt;    Death another`s leftovers&lt;br/&gt;    Better to lie on a willows&lt;br/&gt;    Rest on alder boughs&lt;br/&gt;    Then upon a widow`s bed&lt;br/&gt;    On a used woman`s pillow&lt;br/&gt;    Sweeter the side of a fence&lt;br/&gt;    Then a widow`s flank&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Softer the side of a grove&lt;br/&gt;    Than a widow`s beside is&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The Devil weds a widow&lt;br/&gt;    The grave one twice wed&lt;br/&gt;    A widow`s hand is rougher&lt;br/&gt;    Than a dry spruce bough&lt;br/&gt;    With which she strikes the playful&lt;br/&gt;    Grabs the one who laughs&lt;br/&gt;    A widow has had her games&lt;br/&gt;    And spent a merry evening&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Better Unborn&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Better it would be for me&lt;br/&gt;    And better it would have been&lt;br/&gt;    Had I not been born, not grown&lt;br/&gt;    Not been brought into the world&lt;br/&gt;    Not had to come to this earth&lt;br/&gt;    Not been suckled for the world&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    If I`d died a three-night-old&lt;br/&gt;    Been lost in my swaddling hand&lt;br/&gt;    I`d have needed but a span of doth&lt;br/&gt;    A span more of wood,&lt;br/&gt;    But a cubit of goof earth&lt;br/&gt;    Two words from the priest&lt;br/&gt;    Three verses from the cantor&lt;br/&gt;    One clang from the bell&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Cares&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Many rocks the rapid has&lt;br/&gt;    A lot of billows the sea&lt;br/&gt;    More plentiful are my cares&lt;br/&gt;    Then cones on a spruce&lt;br/&gt;    Beard moss on a juniper&lt;br/&gt;    Gnarls upon a pine bark&lt;br/&gt;    Knobs upon a fir&lt;br/&gt;    Husks on a grass-top&lt;br/&gt;    Boughs on a bad tree.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Drag my cares away&lt;br/&gt;    Carry off my griefs&lt;br/&gt;    For no horse can draw&lt;br/&gt;    No iron-shod jerk&lt;br/&gt;    Without the shaft-bow shaking off&lt;br/&gt;    The cares of this skinny one&lt;br/&gt;    The sorrows of this black bird&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Elegy&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Long evenings full on longing&lt;br/&gt;    Low-spirited my mornings&lt;br/&gt;    Full of longing too my nights&lt;br/&gt;    And all times the bitterest.&lt;br/&gt;    `Tis my lovely I long for&lt;br/&gt;    It is my darling I miss&lt;br/&gt;    My black-browed one I grieve for.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    There`s no hearing my treasure&lt;br/&gt;    No seeing my marten-breat&lt;br/&gt;    No hearing her in the lane&lt;br/&gt;    Driving below the window&lt;br/&gt;    Chopping the wood by the stack&lt;br/&gt;    Clinking outside the cook-house:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In the eart my berry lies&lt;br/&gt;    In the soil she`s mouldering&lt;br/&gt;    Under the sand my sweet one&lt;br/&gt;    Beneath the grass my treasure&lt;br/&gt;    The one I grieve for.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  My Kantele&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense&lt;br/&gt;    Who say that music reckon that the kantele&lt;br/&gt;    Was fashioned by a god&lt;br/&gt;    Out of a great pike`s shoulders&lt;br/&gt;    From a water-dog`s hooked bones:&lt;br/&gt;    It was made from the grief&lt;br/&gt;    Moulded from sorrow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Its belly out of hard days&lt;br/&gt;    Its soundboard from endless woes&lt;br/&gt;    Its strings gathered from torments&lt;br/&gt;    And its pegs from other ills&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    So it will not play, will not rejoice at all&lt;br/&gt;    Music will not play to please&lt;br/&gt;    Give off the right sort of joy&lt;br/&gt;    For it was fashioned from cares&lt;br/&gt;    Moulded from sorrow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  On Rich And Poor&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Old folk remember&lt;br/&gt;    And those today learn&lt;br/&gt;    How before their time&lt;br/&gt;    Life was different here:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Without the sun people lived&lt;br/&gt;    Groped about without the moon&lt;br/&gt;    With candles sowing was done&lt;br/&gt;    Planting performed with torched.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    At the time we lived&lt;br/&gt;    Without the sunshine&lt;br/&gt;    Who had covered up our sun&lt;br/&gt;    And who had hidden our moon?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Without the moonlight stumbled&lt;br/&gt;    With our fists fumbled the land&lt;br/&gt;    With our hands we sought out roads&lt;br/&gt;    With hands roads, with fingers swamps&lt;br/&gt;    We could seek out the sun&lt;br/&gt;    Who spy out the moon?&lt;br/&gt;    Who else if not God&lt;br/&gt;    The one son of God?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Song Of The Troubled One&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    What the thrush toils at&lt;br/&gt;    The partridge asks for&lt;br/&gt;    The hapless one takes&lt;br/&gt;    The troubled one steals&lt;br/&gt;    Puts upon a spade&lt;br/&gt;    Sets on a runner&lt;br/&gt;    Hides under a door&lt;br/&gt;    Shields with a bath-whisk&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The farmer hammers&lt;br/&gt;    And tempers his spears&lt;br/&gt;    Marries off his sons&lt;br/&gt;    Hands out his daughters&lt;br/&gt;    In boots clogged with ckay&lt;br/&gt;    In fancy mittens&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The sea-swell rumbles&lt;br/&gt;    And the winds it blows&lt;br/&gt;    And the king hears it&lt;br/&gt;    From five miles away&lt;br/&gt;    From six directions&lt;br/&gt;    From seven back woods&lt;br/&gt;    From eight heaths away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  The Orphan&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The calloo`s spirits are low&lt;br/&gt;    Swimming on the chill water&lt;br/&gt;    But the orphan`s are lower&lt;br/&gt;    Walking down the village street.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The sparrow`s belly is chill&lt;br/&gt;    Sitting on the icy bough&lt;br/&gt;    But my belly is more chill&lt;br/&gt;    As I step from glade to glade.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The dove`s heart is cold&lt;br/&gt;    As it pecks the village rick&lt;br/&gt;    But I`m colder still&lt;br/&gt;    As I drink the icy water.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Weeper On The Shore&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    In the vale where I once listened out for the light&lt;br/&gt;    Where the little birds warble&lt;br/&gt;    The ptarmigans babble&lt;br/&gt;    And my heart looked for some rest from its trouble&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside&lt;br/&gt;    And a fair young girl on the shore I espied&lt;br/&gt;    Who was sitting and weeping&lt;br/&gt;    To see the waves leaping&lt;br/&gt;    And over the skyline sad vigil was keeping.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    O why are you weeping alone on the shore?&lt;br/&gt;    Now still from your eyes I can see the tears pour.&lt;br/&gt;    What sorrow and smart&lt;br/&gt;    So pierces your heart&lt;br/&gt;    That even at midnight it will not depart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8877419664454884046?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8877419664454884046/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-elegy.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8877419664454884046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8877419664454884046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-elegy.html' title='Amorphis - Elegy'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5099489176718432361</id><published>2007-08-26T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorphis - Black Winter Day</title><content type='html'>This is how the lucky feel&lt;br/&gt;    How the blessed think&lt;br/&gt;    Like daybreak in spring&lt;br/&gt;    The sun on a spring morning&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But how do I feel&lt;br/&gt;    In my gloomy depths?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Like the flat brink of a cloud&lt;br/&gt;    Like a dark night in autumn&lt;br/&gt;    A black winter day&lt;br/&gt;    No, darker than that&lt;br/&gt;    Gloomier than an autumn night&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Moon And Sun&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Where has the sun gone from us&lt;br/&gt;    Where is the moon lost to us&lt;br/&gt;    The moon will not gleam at all&lt;br/&gt;    Nor will the sun shine at all&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Death opens its mouth&lt;br/&gt;    The son of the Northlander&lt;br/&gt;    Camo to look, to listen&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    "There beyond the river is hero walking"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    He took one step and took another&lt;br/&gt;    To the north`s shore he hurried&lt;br/&gt;    He drew his sword, wrenched the iron&lt;br/&gt;    Snatched from the sheath the harsh one&lt;br/&gt;    Upon whose point the moon shone&lt;br/&gt;    Upon whose hilt the sun flashed&lt;br/&gt;    Upon whose back a horse stands&lt;br/&gt;    He uttered a word, spoke thus,&lt;br/&gt;    "There the sun has gone from you&lt;br/&gt;    The sun gone and the moon lost"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &gt;&gt;  Moon And Sun Part Ii: North`s Son&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Go, look at the moon&lt;br/&gt;    And inspect the sun!&lt;br/&gt;    Now they are in the sky&lt;br/&gt;    Right in their old places&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Hail, moon, for gleeming&lt;br/&gt;    Fair one for showing your face&lt;br/&gt;    Dear sun for dawning&lt;br/&gt;    And daylight for coming up!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Dear moon, you`re out from the rock&lt;br/&gt;    Fair day from the cliff&lt;br/&gt;    You`ve risen as a golden cuckoo&lt;br/&gt;    As a silver dove&lt;br/&gt;    Up to where you used to live&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Fare well now upon&lt;br/&gt;    Your way, upon your journey&lt;br/&gt;    Sweetly end your curve beautifully&lt;br/&gt;    Come at evening into joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5099489176718432361?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5099489176718432361/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-black-winter-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5099489176718432361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5099489176718432361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-black-winter-day.html' title='Amorphis - Black Winter Day'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7311220692700750151</id><published>2007-08-26T16:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amorphis - Am Universum</title><content type='html'>ALONE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Tear dimmed rememberance &lt;br/&gt;    In a womb of time &lt;br/&gt;    Breath upon me &lt;br/&gt;    Possessed by the passion &lt;br/&gt;    Fate will set you free &lt;br/&gt;    Infertile &lt;br/&gt;    Chased be the precious &lt;br/&gt;    When flesh is an enemy &lt;br/&gt;    Fair weather man &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    step aside from the way of a better man than you &lt;br/&gt;    so you fall at his feet he`s the one who betrays you &lt;br/&gt;    it`s the servants devotion for the decay &lt;br/&gt;    stand up &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    there are no flowers on your grave &lt;br/&gt;    there are no chains &lt;br/&gt;    there I keep chanting for the forgotten name &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    why you feel so empty &lt;br/&gt;    and still have everything &lt;br/&gt;    it`s fullfilment &lt;br/&gt;    I`ve got more companions &lt;br/&gt;    when I`m all alone &lt;br/&gt;    flesh is fetching &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                  CAPTURET STATE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    So many years I`ve been fading &lt;br/&gt;    And closed the doors behind &lt;br/&gt;    Pay that price if you lost it all &lt;br/&gt;    The end is not the past recall &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Waiting for the enclosening darkness &lt;br/&gt;    And there you will be the light &lt;br/&gt;    As it`s carved in your soul &lt;br/&gt;    Step out from your mould &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The captured mind is a captured state &lt;br/&gt;    But only free will has it`s sustain &lt;br/&gt;    You burn away all you once loved &lt;br/&gt;    Now it`s time to turn away &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It`s all too clear you`ve been hiding &lt;br/&gt;    Nothing to tell but lies &lt;br/&gt;    Feel shame when you distain it all &lt;br/&gt;    Your stand is not the past recall &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                 CRIMSON WAVE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    She`s riding on a crimson wave &lt;br/&gt;    Truth sat on her shoulder &lt;br/&gt;    Planets before melting face &lt;br/&gt;    The keys for the wounded &lt;br/&gt;    Sinking into underground &lt;br/&gt;    Please the one who wants it &lt;br/&gt;    Something is pulling you down &lt;br/&gt;    It`s not the cravings why you need it &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It`s a rush hour inside my head &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t wanna share the anguish &lt;br/&gt;    And I will take it away from you &lt;br/&gt;    Before you can change it &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    That bastard hallucination`s pushing me &lt;br/&gt;    Like a damned I walk over &lt;br/&gt;    Touch the sky when it`s burning red &lt;br/&gt;    Standing the ground I have chosen &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Shivering in outer space &lt;br/&gt;    There`s no one who can hear you &lt;br/&gt;    Getting into different state &lt;br/&gt;    It`s like getting nowhere &lt;br/&gt;    Gathering all those fears and fails &lt;br/&gt;    There`s no one who can see you &lt;br/&gt;    Someone is pulling you down &lt;br/&gt;    It`s not the cravings why you need it &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                  DRIFTING MEMORIES&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    How does it feel &lt;br/&gt;    Blessed to receive &lt;br/&gt;    Be modest and forgiving &lt;br/&gt;    How does it feel &lt;br/&gt;    You can try to hate me &lt;br/&gt;    But you`re only hurting yourself &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Drifting in your shady memories &lt;br/&gt;    Where to go when sorrow breeds &lt;br/&gt;    Let the fear run through &lt;br/&gt;    Breath in black and stiffling air &lt;br/&gt;    All those words they disappear &lt;br/&gt;    No need to rest it`s too early to die &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You don`t have to say &lt;br/&gt;    Why rue for that day &lt;br/&gt;    When you`ve open up your eyes again &lt;br/&gt;    Now it`s your fate &lt;br/&gt;    Face your heart ache &lt;br/&gt;    You wish to make it unreal &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                FOREVER MORE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I walk down to the seashore &lt;br/&gt;    To bury my hate &lt;br/&gt;    I wait till the morning of the mourning &lt;br/&gt;    But it`s too late &lt;br/&gt;    Down to the seashore &lt;br/&gt;    Through the illuminous gate &lt;br/&gt;    You wait for tomorrow but today is today &lt;br/&gt;    No one can understand my pain &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Find me the ocean &lt;br/&gt;    Where waters stand still &lt;br/&gt;    Nothing can befall evermore &lt;br/&gt;    Find me the ocean which swallows all that floats &lt;br/&gt;    It`s time to prevail your conspiracy &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It`s a whisper of a dead man &lt;br/&gt;    I`ve heard it before &lt;br/&gt;    It`s yearning my emotions &lt;br/&gt;    Before I was born &lt;br/&gt;    It was only delusion &lt;br/&gt;    Of illuminous gate &lt;br/&gt;    `cause today is the day &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Calm is the breath that breaks the circle of silence &lt;br/&gt;    Like the whisper of a dying man &lt;br/&gt;    Who was born in his own funeral &lt;br/&gt;    Time is right for the twisted one &lt;br/&gt;    Guide me to the center of the vicious goal &lt;br/&gt;    You`re my prey, kiss my arrow the silver &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                  GODDESS (Of The Sad Man)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Astonishment when I bend over you creep &lt;br/&gt;    Put a noose around my neck &lt;br/&gt;    Which side I deside it`s my time to reap &lt;br/&gt;    It`s your side wicked and deaf &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Take me to the place I can sleep &lt;br/&gt;    Wipe away all misery &lt;br/&gt;    Turn my path away &lt;br/&gt;    From the mind tearing tragedy &lt;br/&gt;    Consuming range of vision &lt;br/&gt;    I can see they decline &lt;br/&gt;    It`s a stay of execution &lt;br/&gt;    I fly free tonight &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    New moon laughs on it`s own &lt;br/&gt;    Without compassion &lt;br/&gt;    I crawl through the realms unknown &lt;br/&gt;    And kneel to the goddess of the sad man &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Inhale all mists from the shadows &lt;br/&gt;    And hide before the dawn &lt;br/&gt;    Face your mortal horror &lt;br/&gt;    You won`t be reborn &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Is he a proud man or just a fraud &lt;br/&gt;    Fooling himself with a losers talk &lt;br/&gt;    Punished to eternal vanity &lt;br/&gt;    It`s thy destiny to cry for purity &lt;br/&gt;    You infidel slime &lt;br/&gt;    I grace insanity &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    satisfy my agony &lt;br/&gt;    I know what my goddess needs &lt;br/&gt;    I bet there`s something wrong &lt;br/&gt;    inside my psycho creep &lt;br/&gt;    fire burns within her eyes &lt;br/&gt;    take me to the deadly ride &lt;br/&gt;    I remember how she was &lt;br/&gt;    when she choked on her own pride &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                 GRIEVE STRICKEN HEART&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Your helping hand is killing me &lt;br/&gt;    If you see me suffer it`s not your victory &lt;br/&gt;    Sadistic forms of new way discipline &lt;br/&gt;    Like I love myself I love to sin &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And I want more &lt;br/&gt;    And I want it low &lt;br/&gt;    Of course you wont forgive me &lt;br/&gt;    But I wont crawl &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Look out for number one &lt;br/&gt;    I pray on you it has begun &lt;br/&gt;    Let the night stand one thousand years &lt;br/&gt;    Longstanding ,everlasting &lt;br/&gt;    Breathless masquerade &lt;br/&gt;    I`m your devil in disguise &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Grieve stricken heart &lt;br/&gt;    Calls upon you &lt;br/&gt;    Grieve stricken heart &lt;br/&gt;    My only look you fools &lt;br/&gt;    I love my misery too &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I`m the one to see your collapse &lt;br/&gt;    I`m on the side of destruction &lt;br/&gt;    On the side of black and I love to sin &lt;br/&gt;    Mentally transmitted disease &lt;br/&gt;    Rotten wretched attraction &lt;br/&gt;    And I love myself &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                 SHATTERS WITHIN&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Once I was there &lt;br/&gt;    Standing outside &lt;br/&gt;    Looking in &lt;br/&gt;    Beside my window &lt;br/&gt;    Smiling face, shattering &lt;br/&gt;    It`s an old man`s pride &lt;br/&gt;    That climbs over understanding &lt;br/&gt;    It wasn`t your child &lt;br/&gt;    That I was hurting &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And I turn my back to the world &lt;br/&gt;    Well I don`t care &lt;br/&gt;    What can I say if I see you all as dead &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Under the dying sun it comes &lt;br/&gt;    Weaving fear but I have none &lt;br/&gt;    I know that mushroom cloud &lt;br/&gt;    Won`t come very near &lt;br/&gt;    What do you have to believe in &lt;br/&gt;    And all the poison you breath in &lt;br/&gt;    The crystal heart shatters within &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    once I was there &lt;br/&gt;    standing outside &lt;br/&gt;    moving in &lt;br/&gt;    inside my window &lt;br/&gt;    crying face, shattering &lt;br/&gt;    take all that you have &lt;br/&gt;    and leave the rest for today &lt;br/&gt;    it`s the old folk`s sign &lt;br/&gt;    that took away your chastidy&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;               THE NIGHT IS OVER&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We craved the light from the darkness &lt;br/&gt;    It`s a morning of misfortune &lt;br/&gt;    The dawn of a mankind &lt;br/&gt;    Listen to me instead of a blind folk`s speak &lt;br/&gt;    Forget the mature plan &lt;br/&gt;    We are but humans you`ll see &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I can hear the silence &lt;br/&gt;    See invisible emptiness &lt;br/&gt;    Tarnish the halo of your guidance &lt;br/&gt;    And the night is over &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    That women in grief &lt;br/&gt;    Luxurious gehenna &lt;br/&gt;    And what I have become &lt;br/&gt;    What I have done to you &lt;br/&gt;    Listen to me instead of a blind folk`s speak &lt;br/&gt;    Forget the mature plan &lt;br/&gt;    We are but humans you`ll see &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;               VEIL OF SIN&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    For the cold pale women &lt;br/&gt;    I leave some of my goodness &lt;br/&gt;    I leave the veil of sin &lt;br/&gt;    And let go my dreams &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Eternity follows me everywhere &lt;br/&gt;    Your words so hollow won`t go anywhere &lt;br/&gt;    Distant shadows disappears &lt;br/&gt;    It searches the gate beyond the stars &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And there I can see her again &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Tell me why you have to be so pure and wrong &lt;br/&gt;    And I`m alive to be here &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Is it just an omen &lt;br/&gt;    Is it me walking blindly &lt;br/&gt;    I will find the answer &lt;br/&gt;    When I wake up from my dream &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And there I can kill her again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7311220692700750151?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7311220692700750151/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-am-universum.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7311220692700750151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7311220692700750151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amorphis-am-universum.html' title='Amorphis - Am Universum'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2523954237368948659</id><published>2007-08-26T16:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amon Amarth - Pursuit of Vikings</title><content type='html'>The warming sun returns again&lt;br/&gt;    And melts away the snow&lt;br/&gt;    The sea is freed from icy chains&lt;br/&gt;    Winter is letting go&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Standing on the ocean side&lt;br/&gt;    We can hear the waves&lt;br/&gt;    Calling us out with tide&lt;br/&gt;    To sail into our fate&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oden! Guide our ships&lt;br/&gt;    Our axes, spears and swords&lt;br/&gt;    Guide us through storms that whip&lt;br/&gt;    And in brutal war&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Our ships await us by the shore&lt;br/&gt;    Time has come to leave&lt;br/&gt;    Our country, family and homes&lt;br/&gt;    For riches in the east&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Some of us won't return&lt;br/&gt;    But that won't bring us down&lt;br/&gt;    Our fate is written in the web&lt;br/&gt;    Woven by the Norns&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    A ram is sacrificed&lt;br/&gt;    Across the longship's bow&lt;br/&gt;    And as we set our sails&lt;br/&gt;    A strong breeze starts to blow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It carries us out to sea&lt;br/&gt;    With hope of fame and pride&lt;br/&gt;    And glorious all will be&lt;br/&gt;    That with sword in hand will die&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oden! Guide our ships&lt;br/&gt;    Our Axes, spears and swords&lt;br/&gt;    Guide us through storms that whip&lt;br/&gt;    And in brutal war&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oden! Guide our ships&lt;br/&gt;    Our axes, spears and swords&lt;br/&gt;    Guide us through storms that whip&lt;br/&gt;    And in brutal war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2523954237368948659?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2523954237368948659/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amon-amarth-pursuit-of-vikings.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2523954237368948659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2523954237368948659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amon-amarth-pursuit-of-vikings.html' title='Amon Amarth - Pursuit of Vikings'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-4289825313004089996</id><published>2007-08-26T16:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:12.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amon Amarth - Cry Of The Black Birds</title><content type='html'>Raise your swords up high!&lt;br/&gt;    See the black birds fly!&lt;br/&gt;    Let them hear your rage!&lt;br/&gt;    Show no fear!&lt;br/&gt;    Attack!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Charge your horses across the fields&lt;br/&gt;    Together we ride into destiny&lt;br/&gt;    Have no fear of death, when it's your time&lt;br/&gt;    Oden will bring us home when we die!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The ground trembles under us&lt;br/&gt;    As we make our thunder charge&lt;br/&gt;    The pounding hooves strikes blinding fear&lt;br/&gt;    Into their heart&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Our helmets shine in the sun&lt;br/&gt;    As we near their wall of shields&lt;br/&gt;    Some of them turn and run&lt;br/&gt;    When they hear our frenzied screams&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Draw your swords to strike&lt;br/&gt;    Hear the black birds cry!&lt;br/&gt;    Let them feel your hate!&lt;br/&gt;    Show no fear!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    (Attack! attack! attack! attack!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Charge your horses across the fields&lt;br/&gt;    Together we ride into destiny&lt;br/&gt;    Have no fear of death, when it's your time&lt;br/&gt;    Oden will bring us home when we die!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    The enemies are in disarray&lt;br/&gt;    Ride them down as they run&lt;br/&gt;    Send them to their violent graves,&lt;br/&gt;    Dead and wounded lie all around,&lt;br/&gt;    See the pain in their eyes&lt;br/&gt;    Over the field an eerie sound,&lt;br/&gt;    As we hear the ravens' cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-4289825313004089996?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4289825313004089996/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amon-amarth-cry-of-black-birds.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4289825313004089996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4289825313004089996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amon-amarth-cry-of-black-birds.html' title='Amon Amarth - Cry Of The Black Birds'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2842227308146718300</id><published>2007-08-26T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amerie - Touch</title><content type='html'>[spoken]&lt;br/&gt;    Most people say, they think, huh, well&lt;br/&gt;    Why don't you get to know me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [chorus]&lt;br/&gt;    Don't be afraid to touch&lt;br/&gt;    I know you think I'm a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)&lt;br/&gt;    Don't be afraid to touch&lt;br/&gt;    I know you think I'm a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [verse 1]&lt;br/&gt;    He's lookin' like he can't believe this&lt;br/&gt;    Always in my jeans&lt;br/&gt;    And bet he don't know what I'm thinkin' (I wanna take him home with me)&lt;br/&gt;    This here's gonna be my weekend&lt;br/&gt;    I don't think he knows that I see him&lt;br/&gt;    His bodys got me weak (and I can't wait to see)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [Hook]&lt;br/&gt;    What it is I really want is for him to do to me what he wants to (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    He would want to, yeah (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    He can come inside my mind&lt;br/&gt;    If he tried but he don't know how I want to (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    Baby, don't you know what you get from me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [chorus]&lt;br/&gt;    Don't be afraid to touch&lt;br/&gt;    I know you think I'm a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)&lt;br/&gt;    Don't be afraid to touch&lt;br/&gt;    I know you think I'm a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [verse 2]&lt;br/&gt;    I know I ain't been drinkinDamn, he's got me leaninAll up in my ear breathin'( dance up next to me)&lt;br/&gt;    We over here makin' a scene and I don't really care who sees&lt;br/&gt;    I just want him to feel (the other side of me)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [Hook]&lt;br/&gt;    What it is I really want is for him to do to me what he wants to (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    He would want to, yeah (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    He can come inside my mind&lt;br/&gt;    If he tried but he don't know how I want to (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    Baby, don't you know what you get from me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [chorus]&lt;br/&gt;    Don't be afraid to touch&lt;br/&gt;    I know you think I'm a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)&lt;br/&gt;    Don't be afraid to touch&lt;br/&gt;    I know you think I'm a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh no&lt;br/&gt;    I like that&lt;br/&gt;    Right there (don't think)&lt;br/&gt;    Baby just wait, don't move&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [Hook]&lt;br/&gt;    What it is I really want is for him to do to me what he wants to (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    He would want to, yeah (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    He can come inside my mind&lt;br/&gt;    If he tried but he don't know how I want to (oh)&lt;br/&gt;    Baby, don't you know what you get from me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [chorus]&lt;br/&gt;    Don't be afraid to touch&lt;br/&gt;    I know you think I'm a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)&lt;br/&gt;    Don't be afraid to touch&lt;br/&gt;    I know you think I'm a good girl&lt;br/&gt;    Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Touch, touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2842227308146718300?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2842227308146718300/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amerie-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2842227308146718300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2842227308146718300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amerie-touch.html' title='Amerie - Touch'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-1115267890482867608</id><published>2007-08-26T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>Amerie - One Thing</title><content type='html'>Na na na...........&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh, been tryin' to let it go &lt;br/&gt;    Tryin' to keep my eyes closed &lt;br/&gt;    Tryin' to keep it just like before &lt;br/&gt;    Times when I never even thought to speak &lt;br/&gt;    Don't wanna tell you what it is &lt;br/&gt;    Ooh-wee, it feels so serious &lt;br/&gt;    Got me thinkin' just too much &lt;br/&gt;    I wanna shout it out, but &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [Chorus]&lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that got me trippin' &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that got me trippin' (you did) &lt;br/&gt;    This one thing that so made me feel it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that caught me slippin' &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing, I want to admit it (you did) &lt;br/&gt;    This one thing and I was so with it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Hey, we don't know each other well &lt;br/&gt;    So why do I keep picking up my cell? &lt;br/&gt;    Memories keep ringin' bells (ding-ding, ding-ding, ding) &lt;br/&gt;    Hear voices I don't wanna understand (yeah) &lt;br/&gt;    My car keys are jinglin' in my hand (yeah) &lt;br/&gt;    My high heels are clickin' towards you door (ding-ding, ding-ding, ding) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [Chorus]&lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that got me trippin' &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that got me trippin' (you did) &lt;br/&gt;    This one thing that so made me feel it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that caught me slippin' &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing, I want to admit it (you did) &lt;br/&gt;    This one thing and I was so with it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And baby, I just can't believe it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;    I can't deny it, tired of tryin' &lt;br/&gt;    Nothin' left to do but to keep on seein' you &lt;br/&gt;    I'm hopin' you can keep a secret for me &lt;br/&gt;    Look what you did, yeah, oh, oh, ooh yeah &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [Chorus]&lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that got me trippin' &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that got me trippin' (you did) &lt;br/&gt;    This one thing that so made me feel it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that caught me slippin' &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing, I want to admit it (you did) &lt;br/&gt;    This one thing and I was so with it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Na na na.............&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    [Chorus]&lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that got me trippin' &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that got me trippin' (you did) &lt;br/&gt;    This one thing that so made me feel it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing that caught me slippin' &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing, I want to admit it (you did) &lt;br/&gt;    This one thing and I was so with it &lt;br/&gt;    It's this one thing you did, oh, oh, ooh, oh &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh [4x 'till it ends]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-1115267890482867608?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1115267890482867608/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amerie-one-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1115267890482867608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/1115267890482867608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/amerie-one-thing.html' title='Amerie - One Thing'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-4901079663744699560</id><published>2007-08-26T16:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Molten Love</title><content type='html'>First she says "Kings" &lt;br/&gt;    Then he says "Aces" &lt;br/&gt;    It gets pretty hard for a lady to tell &lt;br/&gt;    The hearts from the faces &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home &lt;br/&gt;    To me, to me, me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I want to carry you across a threshold of fireflies &lt;br/&gt;    And violet stones, all alone (all alone) &lt;br/&gt;    Volcanic silver clouds fill pools and canyons around us &lt;br/&gt;    All around (all around) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But molten love &lt;br/&gt;    Cooled by your kisses &lt;br/&gt;    Take me down, take me down &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    So, don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home &lt;br/&gt;    To me, me, to me, me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Molten love &lt;br/&gt;    Cooled by your kisses &lt;br/&gt;    Take me down, take me down &lt;br/&gt;    Yes, molten love &lt;br/&gt;    Cooled by your kisses &lt;br/&gt;    Take me down, take me down &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    So, don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home &lt;br/&gt;    No, don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home &lt;br/&gt;    Oh, don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home &lt;br/&gt;    No, don`t be afraid I know I will bring you home ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-4901079663744699560?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4901079663744699560/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-molten-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4901079663744699560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4901079663744699560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-molten-love.html' title='America - Molten Love'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7564366846156245835</id><published>2007-08-26T16:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Mirror To Mirror</title><content type='html'>Mirror To Mirror&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I haven`t seen forever &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t even know her name &lt;br/&gt;    I call on dreams and other schemes &lt;br/&gt;    To try and win that game &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Now that it`s over, darling &lt;br/&gt;    Look into my eyes &lt;br/&gt;    Seein` your own reflection &lt;br/&gt;    Much to your surprise &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We`re seein` mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Face to face &lt;br/&gt;    We look but we cannot see &lt;br/&gt;    Mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Seems to trace &lt;br/&gt;    What happened to you and me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    And though we tried in earnest &lt;br/&gt;    The distant silence yells &lt;br/&gt;    We call on wings and other things &lt;br/&gt;    To try and break that spell &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Now that it`s over, darling &lt;br/&gt;    Truth in the common cause &lt;br/&gt;    We stare at our own indifference &lt;br/&gt;    By seeing the other`s flaws &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We`re seein` mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Face to face &lt;br/&gt;    We look but we cannot see &lt;br/&gt;    Mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Seems to trace &lt;br/&gt;    What happened to you and me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Mirror to mirror, what`s come over me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    As we look inside, there`s nowhere to turn &lt;br/&gt;    There`s nowhere to hide &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Now that it`s over, darling &lt;br/&gt;    Look into my eyes &lt;br/&gt;    Seein` your own reflection &lt;br/&gt;    Much to your surprise &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    We`re seein` mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Face to face &lt;br/&gt;    We look but we cannot see &lt;br/&gt;    Mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Seems to trace &lt;br/&gt;    What happened to you and me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Mirror to mirror, what`s come over me &lt;br/&gt;    Mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror &lt;br/&gt;    Mirror to mirror, what`s come over me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7564366846156245835?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7564366846156245835/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-mirror-to-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7564366846156245835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7564366846156245835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-mirror-to-mirror.html' title='America - Mirror To Mirror'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-5838220233422964847</id><published>2007-08-26T16:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Might Be Your Love</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you`re there all alone &lt;br/&gt;    Someone will call you at home &lt;br/&gt;    You don`t want to but pick up the phone &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Might be your love &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your heart &lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you &lt;br/&gt;    All alone in the dark &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Someone who you thought would belong &lt;br/&gt;    Came passing, moved right along &lt;br/&gt;    You don`t know why but something went wrong &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Might be your love &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your heart &lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you &lt;br/&gt;    All alone in the dark &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you, someone to hold &lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you, someone to hold &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Some girl who you watched at her desk &lt;br/&gt;    Came dancing on with her dress &lt;br/&gt;    And she looked up and wouldn`t you guess &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    She might be your love &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your heart &lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you &lt;br/&gt;    All alone in the dark &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Might be your love (might be your love) &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your heart (might be your heart) &lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you &lt;br/&gt;    All alone in the dark &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    (Someone to hold you) &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your love (Someone to hold) &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your heart (Someone to hold you) &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your love (Someone to hold) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Might be your love (might be your love) &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your heart (might be your heart) &lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you &lt;br/&gt;    All alone in the dark &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Might be your love (might be your love) &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your heart (might be your heart) &lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you &lt;br/&gt;    All alone in the dark &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Might be your love (might be your love) &lt;br/&gt;    Might be your heart (might be your heart) &lt;br/&gt;    Someone to hold you &lt;br/&gt;    All alone in the dark ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-5838220233422964847?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5838220233422964847/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-might-be-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5838220233422964847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/5838220233422964847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-might-be-your-love.html' title='America - Might Be Your Love'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-896307040950392471</id><published>2007-08-26T16:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Midnight</title><content type='html'>Midnight rolling in, sunlight &lt;br/&gt;    Reaching out for your return &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    As you were running through the tunnel of life &lt;br/&gt;    And soon you`ll dance around the fire of fright &lt;br/&gt;    Tonight &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When you`re standing on the corner &lt;br/&gt;    And the sun is getting hot &lt;br/&gt;    Does this day begin to worry you a lot &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    You are, what you are, too far &lt;br/&gt;    Golden star, a ruby light &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    As you were running through the tunnel of life &lt;br/&gt;    And soon you`ll dance around the fire of fright &lt;br/&gt;    Tonight &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    When you`re standing on the corner &lt;br/&gt;    And the sun is getting hot &lt;br/&gt;    Does the day begin to worry you a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-896307040950392471?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/896307040950392471/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/896307040950392471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/896307040950392471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-midnight.html' title='America - Midnight'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2802176936848041575</id><published>2007-08-26T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Man`s Road</title><content type='html'>Horizon rising up to meet the purple dawn &lt;br/&gt;    Dust demon screaming, bring an eagle to lead me on &lt;br/&gt;    For in my heart I carry such a heavy load &lt;br/&gt;    Here I am on Man`s road, walking Man`s road, walking Man`s road &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I`m hungry, weary, but I cannot lay me down &lt;br/&gt;    The rain comes, dreary, but there`s no shelter I have found &lt;br/&gt;    It will be a long time till I find my abode &lt;br/&gt;    Here I am on Man`s road, walking Man`s road &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Moon rising, disguising lonely streets in gay displays &lt;br/&gt;    The stars fade, the night shade falls and makes the world afraid &lt;br/&gt;    It waits in silence for the sky to explode &lt;br/&gt;    Here I am on Man`s road, walking Man`s road, walking Man`s road &lt;br/&gt;    Walking Man`s road, walking Man`s road, walking Man`s road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2802176936848041575?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2802176936848041575/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-mans-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2802176936848041575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2802176936848041575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-mans-road.html' title='America - Man`s Road'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-7558579839649970667</id><published>2007-08-26T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Mad Dog</title><content type='html'>Through the darkness I see you again &lt;br/&gt;    Watch my temperature rise &lt;br/&gt;    Can`t believe my eyes, don`t tell me &lt;br/&gt;    I`ve had way too much tonight &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Drank the potion stronger than me &lt;br/&gt;    Got me all confused &lt;br/&gt;    Why you so amused, don`t tell me &lt;br/&gt;    You`ve had way too much tonight &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Please don`t tell me no &lt;br/&gt;    God, I miss you so &lt;br/&gt;    One thing you should know &lt;br/&gt;    God, I love you so, oh &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Had way too much tonight &lt;br/&gt;    I`m a mad dog at times like these &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t know where to turn &lt;br/&gt;    Ain`t the time to learn my lesson &lt;br/&gt;    I`ve had way too much tonight &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Ain`t the time to learn my lesson &lt;br/&gt;    I`ve had way too much to- &lt;br/&gt;    Really too much to- &lt;br/&gt;    I`ve had way too much tonight &lt;br/&gt;    Alright &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I`ve had way too much to- &lt;br/&gt;    Really too much to- &lt;br/&gt;    I`ve had way too much tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-7558579839649970667?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7558579839649970667/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-mad-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7558579839649970667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/7558579839649970667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-mad-dog.html' title='America - Mad Dog'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-8658186156406173363</id><published>2007-08-26T16:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Lovely Night</title><content type='html'>It`s a lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    It`s a lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    Well, the sky is clear and the stars are bright &lt;br/&gt;    It`s a lovely night &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But I`ll go lookin` for the fallin` rain &lt;br/&gt;    Keep on movin`, keep on playin` that game &lt;br/&gt;    Let`s go lookin` for the fallin` rain &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    It`s a lovely night (It`s a lovely night) &lt;br/&gt;    It`s a lovely night (It`s a lovely night) &lt;br/&gt;    Well, the sky is clear and the stars they are bright &lt;br/&gt;    It`s a lovely night (It`s a lovely night) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But I`ll go lookin` for the fallin` rain &lt;br/&gt;    Keep on movin`, keep on playin` that game &lt;br/&gt;    Let`s go lookin` for the fallin` rain &lt;br/&gt;    On this lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    This lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    On this lovely night &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    On this lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    This lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    On this lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    Wo ho ho ho ho ho, this lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    Wo ho ho ho ho ho, this lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    Wo ho ho ho ho ho, this lovely night &lt;br/&gt;    Wo ho ho ho ho ho, this lovely night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-8658186156406173363?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8658186156406173363/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-lovely-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8658186156406173363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/8658186156406173363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-lovely-night.html' title='America - Lovely Night'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2913297140022349279</id><published>2007-08-26T16:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Love`s Worn Out Again</title><content type='html'>Like you said, you`d never get used to it &lt;br/&gt;    But it`s lost that old surprise &lt;br/&gt;    Time comes and goes so quiet now &lt;br/&gt;    Leaves emptiness behind our eyes &lt;br/&gt;    Oh, darling, if I could spare us &lt;br/&gt;    From an hour of the pain &lt;br/&gt;    Like you said, you`d never get used to it &lt;br/&gt;    But love`s worn out again &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Winter`s here, bring the blankets out &lt;br/&gt;    To cover up the cold &lt;br/&gt;    I`m dreamin` of the good night`s sleep &lt;br/&gt;    Like I used to know in days of old &lt;br/&gt;    You told me you felt all alone &lt;br/&gt;    But you did not tell me when &lt;br/&gt;    Like you said, you`d never get used to it &lt;br/&gt;    But love`s worn out again &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Love`s worn out again, darling &lt;br/&gt;    It`s moved around the bend, darling &lt;br/&gt;    There`s no telling when &lt;br/&gt;    We`ll feel it again &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh, maybe I can`t see what`s plainly in my view &lt;br/&gt;    Oh, I wish I was a better man, maybe it`s just you &lt;br/&gt;    But there`s something goin` on here &lt;br/&gt;    Like a wound that will not mend &lt;br/&gt;    Like you said, you`d never get used to it &lt;br/&gt;    But love`s worn out again &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Love`s worn out again, darling &lt;br/&gt;    It`s moved around the bend, darling &lt;br/&gt;    There`s no telling when &lt;br/&gt;    We`ll feel it again &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Love`s worn out again, darling &lt;br/&gt;    It`s moved around the bend, darling &lt;br/&gt;    There`s no telling when &lt;br/&gt;    We`ll feel it again &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Love`s worn out again, darling &lt;br/&gt;    It`s moved around the bend, darling &lt;br/&gt;    There`s no telling when &lt;br/&gt;    We`ll feel it again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2913297140022349279?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2913297140022349279/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-loves-worn-out-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2913297140022349279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2913297140022349279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-loves-worn-out-again.html' title='America - Love`s Worn Out Again'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-9021261260557254828</id><published>2007-08-26T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Love On The Vine</title><content type='html'>I came home yesterday &lt;br/&gt;    To the love that I left behind &lt;br/&gt;    It seems I`ve been far away, yeah &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But I know that the berry`s ripe on the vine &lt;br/&gt;    And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine &lt;br/&gt;    Yes I know I`ll be there just in time to love you &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I guess I just ran away (I just ran away) &lt;br/&gt;    Tried to see what I could not find (what I could not find) &lt;br/&gt;    It`s been a one act play, yeah &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But I know that the berry`s ripe on the vine &lt;br/&gt;    And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine &lt;br/&gt;    And I know I`ll be there just in time to love you &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I`ve been wasting time (wasting time) &lt;br/&gt;    With this old heart of mine (this old heart of mine) &lt;br/&gt;    Working it overtime, ah, ah, ah, ah &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Just another blue day &lt;br/&gt;    Like the ones that I left behind &lt;br/&gt;    I know it`s easy to say, yeah &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But I know that the berry`s ripe on the vine &lt;br/&gt;    And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine &lt;br/&gt;    Yes I know I`ll be there just in time to love you &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh and I know that the berry`s ripe on the vine &lt;br/&gt;    And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine &lt;br/&gt;    Yes I know I`ll be there just in time to love you &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Love you on the vine, oh on the vine &lt;br/&gt;    Love you on the vine, oh on the vine &lt;br/&gt;    I love you on the vine, oh on the vine, ah &lt;br/&gt;    On the vine, oh on the vine ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-9021261260557254828?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/9021261260557254828/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-love-on-vine.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/9021261260557254828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/9021261260557254828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-love-on-vine.html' title='America - Love On The Vine'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-6336159971920385313</id><published>2007-08-26T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Look Up, Look Down</title><content type='html'>Look up, look down &lt;br/&gt;    Gotta find me a hole to hide my head in the ground &lt;br/&gt;    Look up, look down &lt;br/&gt;    Gettin` tired of my woman runnin` around &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Everybody says give her a second chance &lt;br/&gt;    But that`ll be the seventy-second time in advance &lt;br/&gt;    Look up, look down &lt;br/&gt;    Gotta get to the ground &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Look up, look down &lt;br/&gt;    Watch the whole wide world spinnin` around &lt;br/&gt;    Look up, look down &lt;br/&gt;    Baby find my woman runnin` around &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Everybody says give her a second chance &lt;br/&gt;    But that`ll be the seventy-second time in advance &lt;br/&gt;    Look up, look down &lt;br/&gt;    Gotta get to the ground &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Ra da da da da .... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Look up, look down &lt;br/&gt;    Gotta find me a hole to hide my head in the ground &lt;br/&gt;    Look up, look down &lt;br/&gt;    Gettin` tired of my woman runnin` around &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Gettin` tired of my woman runnin` around &lt;br/&gt;    Gettin` tired of my woman runnin` around &lt;br/&gt;    Gettin` so tired of my woman runnin` around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-6336159971920385313?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6336159971920385313/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-look-up-look-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6336159971920385313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/6336159971920385313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-look-up-look-down.html' title='America - Look Up, Look Down'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-4974888659520485870</id><published>2007-08-26T16:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Lonely People</title><content type='html'>This is for all the lonely people &lt;br/&gt;    Thinking that life has passed them by &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t give up until you drink from the silver cup &lt;br/&gt;    And ride that highway in the sky &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    This is for all the single people &lt;br/&gt;    Thinking that love has left them dry &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t give up until you drink from the silver cup &lt;br/&gt;    You never know until you try &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Well, I`m on my way &lt;br/&gt;    Yes, I`m back to stay &lt;br/&gt;    Well, I`m on my way back home (Hit it) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    This is for all the lonely people &lt;br/&gt;    Thinking that life has passed them by &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t give up until you drink from the silver cup &lt;br/&gt;    And never take you down or never give you up &lt;br/&gt;    You never know until you try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-4974888659520485870?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4974888659520485870/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-lonely-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4974888659520485870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/4974888659520485870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-lonely-people.html' title='America - Lonely People'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267248107754771474.post-2554720859040911775</id><published>2007-08-26T16:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:18:11.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Şarkı Sözü A'/><title type='text'>America - Living Isn`t Really Giving</title><content type='html'>Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why &lt;br/&gt;    Living isn`t really giving &lt;br/&gt;    Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why &lt;br/&gt;    Living isn`t really giving &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    But I don`t care how long it takes &lt;br/&gt;    For the days to get nice &lt;br/&gt;    `Cause me and my friends, you know we`re ready &lt;br/&gt;    And willing to pay the price &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh, la la la .... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Way deep down inside &lt;br/&gt;    I know I`m on a free ride &lt;br/&gt;    But when the green light turns to red &lt;br/&gt;    Who is living, who is dead &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    They`ve taken out the river &lt;br/&gt;    And they`ve put in a cement road &lt;br/&gt;    It`s made the going a whole lot lighter &lt;br/&gt;    But made a much heavier load &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I don`t know how long I can go on like this &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t know how long I can go on like this &lt;br/&gt;    Don`t know how long I can go on like this &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    I see the light switch on the wall &lt;br/&gt;    With no legs I`m still tall &lt;br/&gt;    We might not make it at all &lt;br/&gt;    I can see the river and the little place where I would swim &lt;br/&gt;    Where did it all begin &lt;br/&gt;    I wish I knew &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why &lt;br/&gt;    Living isn`t really giving &lt;br/&gt;    Isn`t really giving &lt;br/&gt;    Isn`t really giving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267248107754771474-2554720859040911775?l=sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2554720859040911775/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-living-isnt-really-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2554720859040911775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267248107754771474/posts/default/2554720859040911775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkisozusitesi.blogspot.com/2007/08/america-living-isnt-really-giving.html' title='America - Living Isn`t Really Giving'/><author><name>Seocu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488520414374539964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3AM9Fm6qe6c/SsyKUeBbeyI/AAAAAAAAACo/by6cKrma1RE/S220/trabzonspor.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
