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... etrafın onca anıyla sarılıyken gidemedin
değil mi... seninkiler hangileriydi bilmem, benim aklımda hala son sahne var... koluna sarılmış kokunu solurken beni itişin, ateşini söndürmek için yabancı bedenlere gidişin... şimdi kin ve yaş dolu gözlerle bakma bana sevdiğimi operken... ne kötülüktü sana ettiğim ne de nefret hissettiğim... yaralı yüreğine dokundum ve canın yandı... dinlemedin... sabredemedin... canın yanmadan iyileşemezdi o yaralar... sen sadece uyuşturulmak istedin... bir de unutmak... git artık, seni canını yakmadan koynuna alacakların yanına... sen beni kalbine hiç almadın ki ben seni kalbimde saklayayım... ~2002~ ~¨:¨~¨:¨~¨:¨~¨:¨~¨:¨~¨:¨~¨:¨~¨:¨~¨:¨~ Manfred Mann's Earth Band ~ Nothing Ever Happens Post office clerk puts up signs saying "Position closed" And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats Janitors padlock the gate for security guards to patrol And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink While the married ones turn on a chat show They will all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all The needle returns to the start of the song And we all sing along like before And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there The Martians could land in the car park and no one would care Closed circuit cameras in department stores Shoot the same movies every day And the stars of these films neither die or get killed Just survive constant action replay And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all The needle returns to the start of the song And we all sing along like before And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow By five o'clock everything's dead And every third car is a cab Ignorant people sleep in their beds Like the doped white mice in the college lab And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all The needle returns to the start of the song And we all sing along like before And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [link] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love What's wrong with you, with us, what's happening to us? Ah our love is a harsh cord that binds us wounding us and if we want to leave our wound, to separate, it makes a new knot for us and condemns us to drain our blood and burn together. What's wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes, a mouth lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, a body just like those that have slipped beneath my body without leaving any memory. And how empty you went through the world like a wheat-colored jar without air, without sound, without substance! I vainly sought in you depth for my arms that dig, without cease, beneath the earth: beneath your skin, beneath your eyes, nothing, beneath your double breast scarcely raised a current of crystalline order that does not know why it flows singing. Why, why, why, my love, why? Pablo Neruda |
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November 27, 2008
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