Ibrahim Tatlises - Bir Tas Attim Pencereye

ON THE CONE OF A ROCKET (Cooper/Jones) 
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It’s not enough for you to have a roof
And a place to lay your hat
It’s not hardcore to go to the store
Each day like the last

So, you line up the bottles, think of glory days
When you and the guys got wrecked in LA 
Drink until you numb the pain 
Of trading the wild for the tame 

You were on the cone of a rocket
The edge of the knife
You were falling to earth one high at a time
When you bet all your money
And gambled your life
When you were out of your head 
Jumping into bed 
With every bad girl you could get 
Can’t remember going down in blue lights 
Coz those were the good times 

You flick through the pictures from parties long gone
Wish you were there reliving the fun
Look in the mirror, don’t like what you see
How did you make it past thirty-three

So, you line up the bottles, think of glory days
When you and the guys got wrecked in LA 
What happened to those bull-headed dreams
Stored in boxes as memories

You were on the cone of a rocket
The edge of the knife
You were falling to earth one high at a time
When you bet all your money
And gambled your life
When you were out of your head 
Jumping into bed 
With every bad girl you could get 
Can’t remember going down in blue lights 
Coz those were the good times 

You were on the cone of a rocket
The edge of the knife
You were falling to earth one high at a time
When you bet all your money
And gambled your life
When you were out of your head 
Jumping into bed 
With every bad girl you could get 
Can’t remember going down in blue lights 
Coz those were the good times

On the Cone of a Rocket

The Beatles- A Day In The Life

Willie & Philip: "Too sweet" (Hozier) - Bardcore version

Easy listening with jazz undertones. Story of a restless man who discovers his calling.

Clown of Life

Steam

I was down by the river
I was deep in your water when the devil spoke out 
Heard the devil speak out 
I'd been praying for a release
I'd been begging down on my knees for something to sing about 
Well your affliction took like disease 
Led me far away from the creek and lit a fire inside 
Now I'm burning up for your touch 
I've a slave to your system
Every situation you come to mind 

So hold me my holy 
My one and only fantasy tonight 
Well there's a thousand rivers out there 
But only one I want to be inside 
Well I pray at the alter
Sing 'god, hallelujah, come my way' 
But she's an unforgiving mistress 
And baby I want to be her slave 

So hold me my holy 
My unwritten story is yours to make 
I surrendered to your needs 
I was born again into the stream
Into my favourite place 
Just to swim through your body 
Your taste in my bloodstream's all I crave
Now I yearn for a remedy constantly 
Anything I can see that will be able to ease the pain away 

Cause I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting on you

My Holy

David Gilmour said: “Towards the end of my mother’s life, when she was suffering from dementia, there was a brief crossover period of about 9 months, when she was alive and my daughter was newly born: this song is a musing on that time. Specifically it refers to a walk in the park where my mother was ‘seeing’ pictures, or ‘faces of stone’, hanging in the trees.”


"Faces of stone that watched from the dark
As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park
Images framed, hung high in the trees
And you talked of your youth but the years had turned dry as the leaves

Your lover was gone, his replacement to hand
And just what the difference was, you could not understand
In darkening grey we walked back through the streets
Then you talked all night long of your childhood home by the sea

And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you
Believed every word I heard
At least I think that's what I tried to do

We sat on the roof, the night overflowed
No more was said but I learned all I needed to know
Your Hollywood smile shone a light on the past
But it was the future that you held so tight to your heart"

On the Cone of a Rocket

David-Gwyn Jones