let me in

• rem in monster albumunden hoş bir şarkı. dipnot olarak: kayıtta kullanılan gitar kurt cobain merhumunun rem gitaristi peter buck'a verdiği naçizane gitarıdır. sarki da zaten michael stipe in kankisi yine kurt cobain e adanmistir. dipnota gerek yoktur onemli olan şarkıdır,sözleridir:
  
  yeah, all those stars drip down like butter,
  promises are sweet,
  we hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them.
  we eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up
  
  hey, let me in.
  hey, let me in.
  
  i only wish that i could hear you whisper down,
  mister fisherman, to a less peculiar ground.
  he gathered up his loved ones and he brought them all around
  to say goodbye, nice try.
  
  hey, let me in.yeah yeah yeah
  hey, let me in.let me in.
  
  i had a mind to try to stop you.let me in.let me in.
  i've got tar on my feet and i can't see.
  all the birds look down and laugh at me.
  clumsy, crawling out of my skin.
  
  hey, let me in.yeah
  hey, let me in.
  hey, let me in.yeah
  hey, let me in.
• johnny winterin 1991 albumu.
• topla gel karşılığıyla tatmin edici sonuçlara ulaşabilecek anglo-sakson isteği
• (bkz: count me in)
• baştan sona giden o kirli gitar tonu öyle bi etki yaratır ki (yağmur yağıyormuş gibi, devamlı arkada), -niyeyse- kimsenin beğenmediği "monster" karşısında hizaya gelmeniz gerektiğini anlarsınız.
• ing. al beni iceri
• ayni zamanda bir mr north $arkisi.
  
  it's exceptional,
  how all the people here at this party are so agreeable.
  comprehendible,
  how the things that they got that i need,
  coincidental.
  
  and i don't suppose that as late nights goes this is a special one.
  i'm one who knows that they use their nose as a routine.
  r u gonna let me in?
  
  was it obvious when i laughed the jokes that weren't so hilarious?
  i've been curious if before with all my ideas,
  was i too serious?
  
  'cause lately i find with my flexi-mind that i'm a well liked man.
  i'm not of those to turn up their nose at a routine.
  r u gonna let me in?
  and i don't suppose for one minute no,
  that i'm the special one,
  but you do realize,
  that when this bird flies,
  you fall in her spin.
  
  are you in? i wanna know.
  r u gonna let me in?.
  and i don't suppose for one minute no,
  that i'm the special one,
  and the man inside says if i wait in line,
  he might let me in.
• (bkz: let me go)
• (bkz: are you in)(bkz: incubus)
• aynı zamanda bir g-unit şarkısı.. young buck denen sıpa söylüyor.. 50 cent de işin içinde.
  
  [50 cent]
  
  yeah, its 50 cent, young buck
  g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!
  we get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
  go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
  we party, harder than you can imagine
  you can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
  
  [verse 1]
  [young buck]
  i feel attention when i walk in the club
  g-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
  gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
  i dont need security, this gorilla enough
  i came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
  so bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
  if you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
  she might neva come home again nigga, aight!
  teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
  ridin' in ca$hville runnin all stop lights
  homie is that real, i pray i keep livin
  my momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
  my daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him
  aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin
  tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
  50 holla get em' buck, you know im gunna get em'
  raaaaa!
  
  [chorus x2]
  i know you gonna let me shine n get mine
  i know you gonna let me in wit this nine
  i know you gonna smoke on my weed
  i know you gonna let me drink wit no i.d
  
  [verse 2]
  [young buck]
  i know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time
  take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
  i'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine
  niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
  g-unit, the game! bitches doin wat tha thugs do
  g's, d's, vice, lords, crips n the blooz too
  move lemme come through
  aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
  i'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
  my goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin
  the handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
  just left ca$hville, bout to fly to miami
  hopin yayo watchin eminem, preform at the grammys
  niggaz like eric benet, prolly cant stand me
  i know money will make halle berry come outa them panties
  bitch!
  
  [hook]
  ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
  
  [chorus x2]
  
  [verse 3]
  bet ya i can make them bounce back
  teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
  now where ya hood at? buck
  if you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
  who want beif, i aint come for no name callin
  dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'
  gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
  can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
  it's alright if you still on the block boy
  see ima cold young thug, not a hot boy
  you know i do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
  as soon as they come home, i'll go n buy them all cars
  young buck!
  
  [chorus x2]
  
  [50 cent]
  we get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
  go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
  we party, harder than you can imagine
  you can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
  ahh!