King of Pain / The Police

Bir yanlış anlaşılma olmasın – ben iyiyim ama şarkı da öyle güzel ki, hatırlatmadan edemedim…

The Police - http://mikussverige.blogspot.com/2007/01/shrek-3-y-police-vuelve.html
The Police - http://somviciado.blogspot.com/2007/02/police.html
The Police - http://idolator.com/tunes/the-police/
The Police - http://images.google.com.tr/url?q=http://www.smh.com.au/news/music/police-tour-rumoured/2007/01/04/1167777194398.html%3Ffrom%3Drss&usg=AFQjCNEadPl6KMyBEobSMVHfA0epZuo7cA
King of Pain / The Police

There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
There’s a flag-pole rag and the wind won’t stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
That’s my soul up there
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
That’s my soul up there
There’s a flag-pole rag and the wind won’t stop
That’s my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a blue whale beached by a springtime’s ebb
That’s my soul up there
There’s a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web
That’s my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain

There’s a red fox torn by a huntsman’s pack
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black-winged gull with a broken back
That’s my soul up there
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I always thought you could end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
King of pain
King of pain
King of pain
I’ll always be king of pain

“King of Pain / The Police” için 5 yorum

  1. xxi – mimarlara özel. — şimdi değildir diyeceğim ayıp olacak zira yenge de hakkını vererek söylüyor (“HAKKINI VER HAKKINI!”) ve dahi “queen” düzeltmesi de çok şık duruyor ama değildir işte. Alanis’i verin bana sabah akşam Head over feet söylesin bana, başka da bir şey istemem. Hatta klibindeki gibi lip sync bile yapabilir (eğer yine öyle yapacaksa muzır muzır bakacaksa) ay amma loser konuştum yaw..

  2. hmm… — Beklenmeyen zamanlarda aklıma takılan ve dinlemeden rahat edemediğim şarkılardan biridir kendisi. Nedense de dinlerken her daim kafamda canlanan bir klibi vardır, İskoçya tepeleri kırmızı uzun giysileriyle yürüyen bir kral ve hiçbiryer’in ortasında bir taht. Bu klip bu şarkının mı?, yoksa başka bir şarkının klibini mi bunla özleştirdim, bilemiyorum.

    Bu arada Eki bey o “Queen of pain”
    iyi dinleyiniz…

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