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akasha

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you can t always get what you want

akasha
gaz ve eğlenceli olmasına rağmen iç burkan (imho) şarkı. rolling stones un muş. filmlerde dizilerde pek çalarlar.

i saw her today at a reception
a glass of wine in her hand
i knew she would meet her connection
at her feet was her footloose man

no, you can’t always get what you want
you can’t always get what you want
you can’t always get what you want
and if you try sometime you find
you get what you need

i saw her today at the reception
a glass of wine in her hand
i knew she was gonna meet her connection
at her feet was, footloose man

you can’t always get what you want
you can’t always get what you want
you can’t always get what you want
but if you try sometimes, well you might find
you get what you need

oh yea-ay (hey-hey-hey, oooh)

and i went down to the demonstration
to get my fair share of abuse
singin’, ’we’re gonna vent our frustration
if we don’t, we’re gonna blow a 50-amp fuse’
sing it to me, now

(you can’t always get what you want)
(you can’t always get what you want)
(you can’t always get what you want)
but if you try sometimes, well you just might find
you get what you need
ooh baby, yeah, ooh

i went down to the chelsea drugstore
to get your prescription filled
i was standin’ in line with mr. jimmy
a-man, did he look pretty ill

we decided that we would have a soda
my favorite flavor, cherry red
i sung my song to mr. jimmy
yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was ’dead’
i said to him

(you can’t always get what you want) well no!
(you can’t always get what you want) tell ya baby
(you can’t always get what you want) no
but if you try sometimes, you just might find, mmm!
mmm! you get what you need
ooh yes! woo!

(instrumental & choir) ooow-ooh!

you get what you need
yeah!
ooow, babe!
ooh, yeah

i saw her today at the reception
in her glass was a bleeding man
she was practiced at the art of deception
well, i could tell by her blood-stained hands
say it!

(you can’t always get what you want) yeah!
(you can’t always get a-what you want) ooo-yeah, baby!
(you can’t always get a-what you want)
but if you try sometime, you just might find
you just might find
you get what you need

ooh, yeah!
ooh, baby!
woo!

ah, you can’t always get a-what you want
no, no baby

you can’t always get a-what you want
tellin’ you right now

you can’t always get what you want, mmm!
but if you try sometimes you just might find
you just might find, that ya
get what you need
oooh, yeah!

i’m tellin’ the truth, babe

something s wrong

akasha
yaran k’s choice şarkısı..

when your pubic hair’s on fire, something’s wrong
when you think you’re the messiah, something’s wrong
when you mistake a plane for venus, something’s wrong
when your girlfriend’s got a penis

something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...

when you like music more than life, something’s wrong
when you start sleeping as you drive, something’s wrong
when you’re favorite drink is thinner, something’s wrong
when you’re proud to be a sinner

something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...

when a canary drives a tractor, something’s wrong
when your president’s an actor, something’s wrong
when your jacket’s plagued with dandruff, something’s wrong
if you think that this song matters

something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...
something’s wrong...

modern olcam derken motor olmak

akasha
memleketimin son halini tanımlayan cümle.

tüm terimleri sarkastik bir vurguyla yazdığımı önceden belirtiyorum.
motorlaşan belki yurdum insanı değilmiş gibi gözüküyor, ülkenin yarısı kapalı, oh ne namusluyuz modunda, ama kapalılıklar yozlaşmayı tetikler. her yasak yasaklananın karaborsasını getirir ve karaborsadan illaki yasaklayanların bir çıkarı olur.
ama demek istediğim bu değil.

dedikodu köşesi tandansında başlıklardır motor eden memleketimi. modernliğe sonuna kadar varım ama kız benim her yaptığımı yapamaz tabii ler, kızların sağ eller havaya tek taşımı kendim aldım her istediğimi de yaparım larıyla çatışınca o modernite maskesi düşüverir tüm pipililerin. gerim gerim gerer beni bu durum, bir sigara yakar, sözlük formatına aykırı olmasın diye bir kaç cümlemi yutarım.

modernite de bacak arasında değildir beyler. yine tutturamadınız.

memleketimin insanındaki dikizleme aşkı bazen anamı da alıp gitme isteği doğuruyor. hayatı olmayanların başkalarının hayatlarına bok atması.. yahu kim ne giyerse giysin, kimle yatarsa yatsın, sana mı düşüyor muhakemesi? yani birine gidip "modern olucaktın ama motor olmuşsun" demek koca bir "sana ne ya benim sıfatlarımdan" cevabını gerektirirken neden bir kızı aşağılayıcı oluyor?

biz samimi insanlarız birbirimizle ilgileniriz i bbgye çeviren zihniyetin cümlelerinden biri bu. ne yani yanımızda tecavüz edilse ilgilenmeyelim mi, bacımız onlar bizim diyip hop aile var diye çiftlerin huzurunu bozan, sonra evine gidip onları düşünerek otuz bir çeken insanlarla dolu memleketimden kopmuş gelmiş bir cümle. benzerleri çok. hepsinden tiksiniyorum.

oss den kurtulmanin verdigi dayanılmaz hafiflik

akasha
#635482
össden çıkınca gelmez.
sonuçlar sıralama falan gelince de gelmez, aksine yazın ortasında bir gerginlik başlar.
ama yerleştiğiniz üniversiteyi görünce.. işte o an anlarsınız ki öss bitmiştir, herkes össye girsindir acı çeksindir.

*bir de bu başlıklar haziranda diil ağustosta depreşiyor pek enteresan.

on the page

akasha
space dye vest tadında chroma key parçası. gece gece dinlenmesi sakattır, gece gece akla gelip dinlenip sözlüğe hakkında entryi girilen çoğu şarkı gibi.

"...and he sort of used me as a way out of it in saying, i’m in love with
anastajah, i can’t be with you anymore sarah, i’m so sorry but just realizing
this, even though nothing’s gonna come out of it, i just know that it wouldn’t
be true to you. and of course we were on acid in a hilton at a um, science
fiction convention."

tell me something stupid
auction off my diary
life is getting esoteric
let me in your movie
each time i walk out the door
someone mixes metaphors
life is so much cleaner on the page

it’s like the morning when i’m dreaming
and everything is so pristine
it’s just a seven hour movie
and i’m in every scene

"i don’t even want to be with max you know, whatever."

let me in my t.v.
get this tape to tori
got to have a subplot
when i sell them my life story
maybe i should write it first
and do the living later
’cause life is so much cleaner on the page

it’s like the time i lost my body
and then i saw it on t.v.
somehow it shed a whole dimension
but it still looked like me
(hey! that looks like me!)

each time i write lines for it
someone improvises it
life is so much cleaner on the page
life is so much cleaner on the page

..

it is indeed.

h

akasha
"öldürüyorsun
sorun değil
umursamıyorum."

konserde çalınırsa coşacağım nefis şarkıdır. değişen şaşırtıcı tempolar ve vokallerle tipik tool şarkısıdır.

rainbows and pots of gold

akasha
i heard you are doing well, selling art and everything. i like your stuff, good for you. i’ll buy a piece or may be two.
do you still think of me? do you remember all our stupid dreams? rainbows and pots of gold.. so much to prove before we got old.
i took you places around the world. i miss your face sometimes, you know.. you took my picture a thousand times, i’ll buy them back i don’t mind.
i lost my way but found my track, i’m sorry if i never listened back. i’ve been round i’ve been up and down, and you missed the one we dressed like clowns.
so, how’s your car and how’s your life? how’s my teacher, when’s she gonna be your wife? i’m sitting up writing down all these things i sometimes dream about.
i knew your number off by heart, it’s the only one i like to talk. it wasn’t me using you, i trusted you, one of the few.
and we had some laughs, had some rows, but in the end the walls came down. you’d like the place i’m living now, it’s a shame you can’t come around.
and i’ve grown a lot since we last spoke; got myself together fixed what was broke. i wonder if we’ll talk again. or drink together just like then.
i suppose it’s different now its new: who ever points the finger at who.
i really hope that you’re happy, both of you
and may be sometimes you miss me too..

stereophonics in balladıdır. gerçek hayattan birebir alıntıdır.

nasılsın

akasha
naber veya beteri "nbr" lerden bunalmış bünyeye ilaç gibi gelen sorudur.
nasılsın diyen bilin ki sıkışık sokaklarda hazır yemek tadında yenen boklardan uyuşmuş hızlı dünya insanlarından değildir, naber kelimesinin "selam + eyvallah" "seni sokakta gördüm ve seni geçiyorum" anlamıyla sınırlı olmadığını gözüne gözüne sokmak isteyendir.
naber sorusu bana hep umursamaz bir edayla söylenmiş gibi gelir, geyiktir, nolsun, hiç abi ya seni sormalı denilip geçilesidir.
nasılsın ise samimi bir cevabı hakeder.
istisnalar çoktur. zaten bu benim kendi kendime çıkarımım, kişisel derdimdir.
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