dancing choose

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  fakat dear science albümünde şöyle şeyler var belki keyfinizin yerine gelmesinde yardımcı olabilir.
  rolling stone parçayı rem'in it's the end of the world as we know it parçasına cevap olarak nitelemiş.
  buyrun burdan yakın:
  
  he's a what? he's a what?
  he's a newspaper man
  and he gets his best ideas
  from a newspaper stand;
  from his boots to his pants
  to his comments and his rants
  he knows that any little article will do!
  
  though he expresses some confusion
  bout his part in the plan,
  and he can't understand
  that he's not in command;
  the decisions underwritten
  by the cash in his hand
  bought a sweater for
  his weimariner too
  
  now i'm no mad man,
  but that's insanity
  feast before famine,
  and more before family
  goes and shows up with
  more bowls and more
  cups and the riot for the
  last hot meal erupts
  corrupts his hard drive
  through the leanest months
  shells out the hard cash
  for the sickest stunts;
  on aftershave, on gasoline
  he flips the page and turns
  the scene
  
  in my mind i'm drowning butterflies
  broken dreams and alibis;
  that's fine.
  i've seen my palette blown
  to monochrome-
  hollow heart
  clicks hollowtone,
  it's time.
  
  eye on authority,
  thumb prints a forgery
  boy, ain't it crazy what the
  lights can do
  for counterfeit community;
  every opportunity
  wasted as the space
  between the flash tattoo
  
  and the half-hearted hologram,
  posed for the party
  now he gloss full bleed
  on a deaf dumb tree
  cod liver dollar signs,
  credit card autograph
  down for the record
  but not for freedom
  
  angry young mannequin
  american, apparently
  still to the rhythm
  better get to the back of me
  can't stand the vision,
  better tongue the anatomy
  gold plated overhead,
  blank transparency
  in the days of old,
  you were a nut
  now you need three bumps
  before you cut
  not that i should care about,
  nothing i ain't scared of, but
  i guess you had
  to
  be
  there.
  
  in my mind i'm breeding butterflies,
  broken dreams, and alibis
  that's fine.
  i've seen my palette
  blown to monochrome
  hollow heart
  clicks hollowtone
  in time.
  
  i see you figured in your action pose
  foam-injected axl rose,
  life size
  should something shake you
  and you drop the news,
  lord, just keep your dancing shoes
  off mine