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welcome to ''Anzer''
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24 May 2007 Thu 04:33 pm |
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theres one of nicest high plateau of Turkey>>>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5bsPrGp-J0
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24 May 2007 Thu 04:40 pm |
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and theres a nice valley from same region>>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoC0E4vUcgg
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25 May 2007 Fri 02:38 am |
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incredible...you are a great ambassador of Turkey and its culture,Thanx.....u really must love you country,which is great
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25 May 2007 Fri 04:51 am |
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Once again, çok teşekkür ederim. Breathtaking and I love the music. It makes me want to go back to Turkey right now. My fiance's parents are originally from Gümüşhane and still own land there. The next time we go back, I am going to ask him to take me there.
Thank you so much for sharing the beauty of your wonderful country!!!!
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25 May 2007 Fri 01:00 pm |
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well,Turkey's each corner full with many wo nders with own natural&cultural specialites,so really not easy to stop counting em,and i'm trying to do that with the help of my most favorite website anyhow thats really great to hear you liked to links
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25 May 2007 Fri 01:10 pm |
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and our lovely country a good sample for all world about religional&cultural tolerance>>>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7w_7iT1N8w
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25 May 2007 Fri 02:39 pm |
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Fantastic!! It gave me chills!
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26 May 2007 Sat 01:33 am |
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Leonar cohen- sing another song boys
Ah his fingernails, I see theyre broken,
His ships theyre all on fire.
The moneylenders lovely little daughter
Ah, shes eaten, shes eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
She waves a nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
She wants to be his woman.
He says, yes, I might go to sleep
But kindly leave, leave the future,
Leave it open.
He stands where it is steep,
Oh I guess he thinks that hes the very first one,
His hand upon his leather belt now
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain
Of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, theyll never, theyll never ever reach the moon,
At least not the one that were after;
Its floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
And it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have each other,
And lets sing another song, boys,
This one has grown old and bitter.
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26 May 2007 Sat 03:03 am |
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Quoting panta rei: Leonar cohen- sing another song boys
Ah his fingernails, I see theyre broken,
His ships theyre all on fire.
The moneylenders lovely little daughter
Ah, shes eaten, shes eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
She waves a nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
She wants to be his woman.
He says, yes, I might go to sleep
But kindly leave, leave the future,
Leave it open.
He stands where it is steep,
Oh I guess he thinks that hes the very first one,
His hand upon his leather belt now
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain
Of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, theyll never, theyll never ever reach the moon,
At least not the one that were after;
Its floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
And it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have each other,
And lets sing another song, boys,
This one has grown old and bitter. |
panta if u love leonard choen..there is a new movie about him from wim wenders 
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26 May 2007 Sat 03:09 am |
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Quoting lunila: Quoting panta rei: Leonar cohen- sing another song boys
Ah his fingernails, I see theyre broken,
His ships theyre all on fire.
The moneylenders lovely little daughter
Ah, shes eaten, shes eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
She waves a nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
She wants to be his woman.
He says, yes, I might go to sleep
But kindly leave, leave the future,
Leave it open.
He stands where it is steep,
Oh I guess he thinks that hes the very first one,
His hand upon his leather belt now
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain
Of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, theyll never, theyll never ever reach the moon,
At least not the one that were after;
Its floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
And it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have each other,
And lets sing another song, boys,
This one has grown old and bitter. |
panta if u love leonard choen..there is a new movie about him from wim wenders |
sorry it wasnt directed from wenders..u can have look here
http://www.filmforum.org/films/leonard.html
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