mama

bebek yemegi.

ing. anne.

kimi buyumekte zorlanmi$ $imarik kiz cocuklarinin yemek hadisesine istinaden soyledigi soz.
bu $ekilde konusarak $irin olduklarini zannederler halbuki cok iticidirler.

rusca anne

icinde cocuk icin gerekli tum besinlerin, ornegin sut, yumurta, ekmek, peynir...bulunan, lapa haline getirilip genellikle cocuga zorla yedirilen yemek.

(bkz: milupa)

(bkz: mama said)

(bkz: manukyan)

(bkz: mama mia)

mcr in the black parade adli albumunden guzel bir $arkidir.sozleri ise $u $ekildedir;



mama we all go to hell.
mama we all go to hell.
i’m writing this letter and wishing you well.
mama we all go to hell.

mama we’re all gonna die.
mama we’re all gonna die.
stop asking me questions, i’d hate to see you cry.
mama we’re all gonna die.

and when we go don’t blame us, yeah,
we let the fire just bathe us, yeah,
you made us oh so famous
we’ll never let you go.
and when you go don’t return to me my love.

mama we’re all full of lies.
mama we’re meant for the flies.
and right now they’re building a coffin your size.
mama we’re all full of lies.

well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
you shoulda raised a baby girl
i shoulda been a better son
if you could counter the infection they can amputate it once
you should’ve been
i could’ve been a better son.

and when we go don’t blame us, yeah,
we let the fire just bathe us yeah,
you made us all so famous,
we’ll never let you go.

she said you aint no son of mine.
for what you’ve done there
you’ll find a place for you
and just your mind your manners when you go.

and when you go don’t return to me my love,
that’s right.

mama we all go to hell,
mama we all go to hell,
it’s really quite pleasant except for the smell,
mama we all go to hell.

mama, mama, mama, ohhhh.
mama, mama, mama.

liza: and just who would call me a sweet heart, i’d maybe then sing you a song

gerard: but the shit that i’ve done with this spark of a gun,
you will cry us to rise up alive.

we’re dead after all.
through fortune and fame/blame we fall.
and if you can say that i’ll show you the way
to return from the ashes you crawl.

we all carry on
like our brothers in arms [who run from…?]
so raise your guns high for tomorrow we die
and return from the ashes you [run? probably not. help?]

bir queen $arkisi. ahanda sozleri..

mama, remember how you warned me that he would only hurt me?
remember how i didn’t listen then, wasn’t listening?
mama, you said i shouldn’t see him
said i didn’t need him
said don’t fall, that guy is gonna take your heart
just to break your heart
told me from the start he would break my heart
and i guess i was a bad girl
but you just never understood
how the lovin’ of that bad boy
made your bad girl feel so good
i’d sneak out my window, we’d meet in the night
deep in the darkness, he knew how to love me so right
mama, ooh, he was a wild one
and, ooh, i was a child once
but i will never be a child again after lovin’ him
oh, not after lovin’ him
mama, i never knew a boy’s touch could ever teach me so much
all those nights you didn’t understand i was in good hands
mama, if i would have listened
ooh, the kissin’ i’d be missin’!
i tell you, you were wrong as you could be
he’s still here with me
sneakin’ out my window, we meet in the night
deep in the darkness, he knows how to love me so right
mama, ooh, that boy’s touch, need it so much
mama, ooh, that wild one, need to feel him
mama, oh, that bad boy, he gives me such joy
mama, i’m such a bad girl, he gives me such joy
mama, ...

when you are good to mama; mama’s good to you!

(bkz: chicago)

(bkz: aptamil)

(bkz: bebelac)

(bkz: kuru mama)

(bkz: matild manukyan)