goetica

(bkz: everybody s fool)

gazeteci ergün poyraz tarafından yazılmı$ tayyip ve emine erdoğan’ın ya$amlarını anlattığı kitabı.kitabın arka kapağını incelediğimde gayet kolpa ve gereksiz bir kitapmı$ izlenimi bıraktı bende,hayırlısı.

http://www.ideefixe.com/kitap/tanim.asp?sid=fs84dnope6qox856ycnq&referer=78904

jj72 $arkısıdır..

in the garden
of my saviour
as the parasol
gently shades her

i can’t see you
when i want to
where i am now

with our old lives
left behind us
we are new now
oh yeah

only way i want to be
only thing i want to see
only way i want to live
only one i want to love

only way i want to be
only one i want to see
only way i want to live
only one i want to love

by the old wood
burning
in the garden
as the moths fly
through the flames
like our little haarlem

i can’t see you
when i want to
where i am now

with our old lives
left behind us
we are new now
oh yeah

only way i want to be
only one i want to see
only way i want to live
only one i want to love

only way i want to be
only one i want to see
only way i want to live
only one i want to love

(bkz: kasım yağmurları)

bir adet muque ve bir adet goetica var yayında,flatcast’de rakı sofrası kurmu$lar diyorlar,haberiniz olsun.

sözleri:

bir gergin tatsiz an yuzunden
yiktik yillarca ordugumuz duvari
cok cabuk gecti sanki zaman
hiç gorme sansim olmadi

bir tuz tanesiyle
esitmis aski bulma sansi
sonsuzluga bedel
anilari bende sakli

gecer gider sanmistim
hic durmadan oylece

kalbim bombos
birak askini oraya son bir defa
kalbim bombos
sen saril boynuma ben hic bakmasam da

derin mavi bir yaz gecesinde
buldum kendimi yapayalniz
cok uzak degil daha dun seninle
konusmustum hic hesapsiz

gecer gider sanmistim
hic durmadan oylece

kalbim bombos
birak askini oraya son bir defa
kalbim bombos
sen saril boynuma ben hic bakmasam da

sol frame
osurulmayacak yerler

aktarlarda genelde ye$il toz halinde satılan belli bir ölçüde suyla iyice ezilene kadar karı$tırılıp avuç içine,parmaklara,ayaklara yakılan $ey.bu esnada yuksek yuksek tepelere ev kurmasınlar $arkısı söylenirse tadından da yenmez.

yapıldıktan sonra çıkması uzun bir zaman alır.

insanı kelimenin tam anlamıyla mal eden ilaç,içtikten sonra etrafa bo$ gözlerle bakar bir nesneyi izlemeye tutulur ota boka kıh kıh kıh $eklinde gülersiniz.

sozluk icin yapilan calismalar’ın en yenisi olan sol frame in geni$lemesi olayını nickinde denemek istediğim yazar.

keza denedim de.

hayata daha bir umutla bakıyorum artık, ku$lar böcekler lay lay..

edit:evet artık sığıyor.

sopor aeternus eseridir sözleri aynı isme sahip edgar allan poe $iirinden uyarlamadır.

at midnight, in the month of june,
i stand beneath the mystic moon.
an opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
exhales from out her golden rim,
and, softly dripping, drop by drop,
upon the quiet mountain top,
steals drowsily and musically
into the universal valley.
the rosemary nods upon the grave;
the lily lolls upon the wave;
wrapping the fog about its breast,
the ruin molders into rest;
looking like lethe, see! the lake
a conscious slumber seems to take,
and would not, for the world, awake.
all beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
irene, with her destinies!
o, lady bright! can it be right-
this window open to the night?
the wanton airs, from the tree-top,
laughingly through the lattice drop-
the bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
flit through thy chamber in and out,
and wave the curtain canopy
so fitfully- so fearfully-
above the closed and fringed lid
’neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid,
that, o’er the floor and down the wall,
like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
why and what art thou dreaming here?
sure thou art come o’er far-off seas,
a wonder to these garden trees!
strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
strange, above all, thy length of tress,
and this all solemn silentness!

the lady sleeps! oh, may her sleep,
which is enduring, so be deep!
heaven have her in its sacred keep!
this chamber changed for one more holy,
this bed for one more melancholy,
i pray to god that she may lie
for ever with unopened eye,
while the pale sheeted ghosts go by!

my love, she sleeps! oh, may her sleep
as it is lasting, so be deep!
soft may the worms about her creep!
far in the forest, dim and old,
for her may some tall vault unfold-
some vault that oft has flung its black
and winged panels fluttering back,
triumphant, o’er the crested palls,
of her grand family funerals-
some sepulchre, remote, alone,
against whose portal she hath thrown,
in childhood, many an idle stone-
some tomb from out whose sounding door
she ne’er shall force an echo more,
thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
it was the dead who groaned within.

(bkz: the hourglass)

savatage parçası.

standing alone by the edge of a river
he’s traded his life for a glass full of tears
the bargain was quick for one’s life is less dearer
when the sand’s running out and the ending is near

the ending is near
the ending is near
the ending is...

the man climbed aboard and set sail for the ocean
he put on the mast all the canvas she’d take
then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller
the ship was his coffin this moment his wake

runaway reasons
runaway seasons
time is a treason

that i give back to you now
the wind touched the sail and the ship
moved the ocean
the wind from the storm set the course she would take
from a journey to nowhere towards a soul on the ocean

from the wake of magellan to magellan’s wake
runaway reasons
runaway seasons
everything in it
hours and minutes
you take tomorrow

because it means nothing
to me
to me

to...
in the dark he heard a whisper
asking him to understand
in the desert look for water
on the ocean look for land

in the dark he heard a whisper
asking him to understand
in the desert look for water
on the ocean look for land

and there in the waves
was a man in his grave
that he saw in the night
’tween the flashes of light
and he

could not be there
and all he had prayed
or had given away
he now found to be wrong
in the grip of the storm
and he
could not be there

could you keep our lives together
safely back onto the shore
could you grant this last illusion
only this and nothing more

could you keep our lives together
safely back onto the shore
could you grant this last illusion
only this and nothing more

and all at once the heavens bled their fire
the anchor broke the chains they flew away
and suddenly the waves were reaching higher
and in the dark i thought i heard them say

could you keep our lives together
safely back onto the shore
could you grant this last illusion
only this and nothing more

but what the sailor did not know
and would never learn
was on that beach now far away
the young child had returned

and finding the broken hourglass
he reset it upright
then placed sand from the beach inside
and placed the lid on tight

then examining his handiwork
he left it in the sand
and then he quickly ran back home
thinking god would understand

everything i ever had for one more tomorrow
everything i ever had for just one more night
and if this is not to be i pray could i borrow
just another final hour onto my life

did you ever really want to
did you ever really want to

lord, tell me how it will be
lord, tell me how it will be

standing once more by a boat on a river
he pushes it off while he stays on the land
and seeing the hourglass now so much clearer

which someone had refilled by hand
and somewhere that boat’s now adrift on the
ocean

the mast at full sail and there’s no one on board
the hourglass no longer sits by the ocean
only his footprints all alone on the shore
and soon they’re no more
no more

no more
now our story’s nearly over
and we’ve reached the final scene
but we’re sure that some have wondered
what had happened in-between

from the moment when the boy was saved
and their boat had reached the shore
well, they talked about life and death

and perhaps a little more
the boy said he’d been a stowaway
aboard the "maersk dubai"
when the captain had him thrown to the sea
and left him there to die

at this the old sailor had stood up
his face now filled with rage
and swore that he would never rest
until that captain had been caged

but the boy implored the sailor
that he not say a word
because he was an illegal immigrant
and as of recently he’d heard

that going to the authorities
could often be unwise
when one’s paper were illegal
the police just might not sympathize

so when they reached the harbor
with their journey at an end
he left the boy on another ship
whose captain was a friend

and when he saw it pull to sea
and was once more all alone
he leaned against the tiller
and turned his ship back home

eventually he reached that beach
he’d left the night before
then stepped a last time from the boat
and waded to the shore

then the old man picked the glass up
that he had left behind
and headed for the small cafe
for it was nearly time

and the ocean watched him leaving
to find his lady fair
and as he left he heard her last words
drifting in the air

that every man
is born you see
beneath the sword

damocles
for young and old
are all alive
on that next beat

on which we ride
and that beat is such
a fragile thing
in both old men
or youthful king

and that beat
stands all alone you see
between us
and black eternity
and until that time
when death won’t wait
let each man rage

against his fate

(bkz: a dream within a dream)

mükemmel bir edgar allan poe $iiridir..

orjinali:

take this kiss upon the brow!
and, in parting from you now,
thus much let me avow-
you are not wrong, who deem
that my days have been a dream;
yet if hope has flown away
in a night, or in a day,
in a vision, or in none,
is it therefore the less gone?
all that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream.
i stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore,
and i hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand-
how few! yet how they creep
through my fingers to the deep,
while i weep- while i weep!
o god! can i not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
o god! can i not save
one from the pitiless wave?
is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream?


türkçesi:

alnına konsun bu öpüş!
ve,şimdi senden ayrılırken,
itiraf edeyim ki-
günlerimi bir düş
sayarken yanılmıyorsun;
ama ,umut gitmişse uzaklara
bir gece ya da bir gün
bir görüntüde ya da bir şeyde olmaksızın
fark eder mi bu yüzden?
bütün gördüğümüz ve göründüğümüz
yalnızca bir düşün içinde bir düş.
kırılan dalgaların dövdüğü bir kıyının
haykırışları içinde duruyorum:
ve altın kum taneleri tutuyorum avucumda-
ne kadar az! ama nasıl da
süzülüyorlar parmaklarımın arasından derinlere
ben ağlarken- ben ağlarken!
ah tanrım! daha sıkı
tutamaz mıyım onları?
ah tanrım! tekini bile kurtaramaz mıyım acımasız dalgadan?
bir düşün içinde bir düş mü
bütün gördüğümüz ve göründüğümüz?

(bkz: annabel lee)

(bkz: edgar allan poe)

tikkylikle hiç bir alakası olmayan içimi güzel tadı güzel sigara olmasının yanında sürekli zam gelmesiyle kahretmektedir bünyeleri öğrenciyseniz ve günde 2 paket sigara içiyorsanız sigara harici ba$ka hiç bir $eye para harcayamaz olursunuz,her daim severek içilir diğer sigaralara nazaran içildiğinde bireyin üzerinde daha az bir koku bırakır.atsanız atılmaz satsanız satılmaz deği$tirmeye kalksanız bunyeye ters gelir ciğerler yadırgar..

her ko$ulda ciğerlerin eline verir o ayrı.

(bkz: i know it s over)

sezen aksu’nun kendi web sitesinde yer alan bilgiye göre mayıs ayında çıkacak olan,onno tunç bestelerinin ünlü sesler tarafından tekrar yorulanmı$ halini içeren tahminimce güzel olacak albumdur.

içeriği $imdilik $u $ekilde;

1. dokun bana - ajda pekkan
2. yalnızca sitem - hüsnü şenlendirici
3. bir çocuk sevdim - aylin aslım & hayko cepkin
4. şinanay - ceza
5. haydi gel benimle ol - emre altuğ
6. sultan süleyman - levent yüksel & murat uncuoğlu
7. 1945 - mor ve ötesi
8. beni unutma - nilüfer
9. seninle - nükhet duru
10. sen ağlama - sertab erener & tuluğ tırpan
11. böyle de yaşanır ayrılıklar - sezen aksu
12. ünzile - şebnem ferah
13. hep bana - zerrin özer
14. tutsak - sezen aksu & nilüfer