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hurricane sizce ne demek, hurricane size neyi çağrıştırıyor?

hurricane terimi Salvo tarafından 29.08.2003 tarihinde eklendi

  • Şinasi Akay
    Şinasi Akay29.09.2015 - 22:13

    Bridgit Mendler - Hurricane

  • Bilhan Erden
    Bilhan Erden06.02.2008 - 08:25

    adına bob dylan ın şarkılar yazdığı, denzel washington un canlandırıp film yapıldığı zenci boksör hurricane(fırtına) rubby carter. işlemediği bir ırkçılık cinayetiyle, ırkçı insanlar tarafından suçlanıp hapse tıkılan ve yıllar sonra özgürlüğüne birazda tesadüfen karışan, hapisten çıktığında ise 50 yıllık yaşamının 30 yılını hapishanede geçirmiş zaat.

  • Fatma Sena Gündüz
    Fatma Sena Gündüz29.06.2005 - 16:47

    bob dylan > desire > hurricane

  • Melike Toros
    Melike Toros02.06.2004 - 21:35

    It's early morning
    The sun comes out
    Last night was shaking
    And pretty loud
    My cat is purring
    And scratches my skin
    So what is wrong
    With another sin
    The bitch is hungry
    She needs to tell
    So give her inches
    And feed her well
    More days to come
    New places to go
    I've got to leave
    It's time for a show

    Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
    Here I am, rock you like a hurricane

    My body is burning
    It starts to shout
    Desire is coming
    It breaks out loud
    Lust is in cages
    Till storm breaks loose
    Just have to make it
    With someone I choose
    The night is calling
    I have to go
    The wolf is hungry
    He runs the show
    He's licking his lips
    He's ready to win
    On the hunt tonight
    For love at first sting

    Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
    Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
    Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
    Here I am, rock you like a hurricane

  • Salvo
    Salvo31.08.2003 - 02:29

    ringler dışında ilk kez dünya ağırsiklet boks şampiyonu olan boksör.

  • Salvo
    Salvo31.08.2003 - 02:28

    bob dylan bu şarkıyı onun için yazmış: desire albümünde
    hurricane
    Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
    Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
    She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
    Cries out, 'My God, they killed them all! '
    Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
    The man the authorities came to blame
    For somethin' that he never done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
    And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
    'I didn't do it, ' he says, and he throws up his hands
    'I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
    I saw them leavin', ' he says, and he stops
    'One of us had better call up the cops.'
    And so Patty calls the cops
    And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
    In the hot New Jersey night.

    Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
    Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
    Number one contender for the middleweight crown
    Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
    When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
    Just like the time before and the time before that.
    In Paterson that's just the way things go.
    If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
    'Less you wanna draw the heat.

    Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
    Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
    He said, 'I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
    They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.'
    And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
    Cop said, 'Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead'
    So they took him to the infirmary
    And though this man could hardly see
    They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

    Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
    Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
    The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
    Says, 'Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy! '
    Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
    The man the authorities came to blame
    For somethin' that he never done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
    Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
    While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
    And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
    'Remember that murder that happened in a bar? '
    'Remember you said you saw the getaway car? '
    'You think you'd like to play ball with the law? '
    'Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night? '
    'Don't forget that you are white.'

    Arthur Dexter Bradley said, 'I'm really not sure.'
    Cops said, 'A poor boy like you could use a break
    We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
    Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
    You'll be doin' society a favor.
    That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
    We want to put his ass in stir
    We want to pin this triple murder on him
    He ain't no Gentleman Jim.'

    Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
    But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
    It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
    And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
    Up to some paradise
    Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
    And ride a horse along a trail.
    But then they took him to the jailhouse
    Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

    All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
    The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
    The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
    To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
    And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
    No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
    And though they could not produce the gun,
    The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
    And the all-white jury agreed.

    Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
    The crime was murder 'one, ' guess who testified?
    Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
    And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
    How can the life of such a man
    Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
    To see him obviously framed
    Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
    Where justice is a game.

    Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
    Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
    While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
    An innocent man in a living hell.
    That's the story of the Hurricane,
    But it won't be over till they clear his name
    And give him back the time he's done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.