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kelimeler albayım bazı anlamlara gelmiyor...

evde yoklar
dolanıp duruyorum ortalıkta.
kedim hımbıl,yaprak döküyor çiçeğim,
rakım bir türlü beyazlaşmıyor.
anahtarım güç dönüyor kilidinde,
nemli aldığım sigaralar.
ne zaman bir dosta gitsem,
evde yoklar.
kimi zaman çocuğum
bir müzik kutusu başucumda
ve ayımın gözleri saydam.
kimi zaman gardayım
yanımda bavulum,yılgın ve ihtiyar
ne zaman bir dosta gitsem
evde yoklar
bekliyorum bir kapının önünde,
cebimde yazılmamış bir mektupla.
bana karşı ben vardım
çaldığım kapılarının ardında,
ben açtım ben girdim
selamlaştık ilk defa

Ölümden Sonrası

Öldük, ölümden bir şeyler umarak.
Bir büyük boşlukta bozuldu büyü
Nasıl hatırlamasın o türküyü,
Gök parçası, dal demeti, kuş tüyü,
Alıştığımız bir şeydi yaşamak.

Şimdi o dünyadan hiçbir haber yok;
Yok bizi arayan, soran kimsemiz.
Öylesine karanlık ki gecemiz,
Ha olmuş ha olmamış penceremiz;
Akarsuda aks'imizden eser yok.

Cahit Sıtkı TARANCI

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum

He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie

In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe

One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale

Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed

His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife

While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.

”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor

His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:

“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”

Cinsel moral yok,dostça bir ses yok
Otoriter devlet yok,sıcak bir dokunma yok
Aşka taviz yok, yüksek adrenalin yok
Söze temas yok,gece içinde gündüz yok
O zaman kendi kendinle kalırsın
İçindeki hayvanla tanışırsın
O zaman yalnızlığı anlarsın
İçindeki süpheyle yarışırsın
Söyle,söyle söyle yalnız kalırmıydın yine?
Suça teşvik yok,bütün bir ailen yok
Dine inancın yok,cebinde para yok.
Havada oksijen yok,bir yudum alkol yok
Altın alyans yok,temiz bir giysin yok
O zaman öfke ile siyaha dönersin
İçindeki korkuyla yeşile
O zaman acı ile mora dönersin
İçindeki gururla griye
Kuşku bir tilki gibi ormandan nehre süzülen kelimeler birer savaşçı geceye yenilen..

Kargo
Mşş

Undertow
Let me go
Let me go
Let me seek the answer that i need to know
Let me find a way
Let me walk away
Through the undertow
Please let me go
Let me fly
Let me fly
Let me rise against that blood-red velvet sky
Let me chase it all
Break my wings and fall
Probably survive
So let me fly
Let me fly...
Let me run
Let me run
Let me ride the crest of chance into the sun
You were always there
But you may lose me here
Now love me if you dare
And let me run
I'm alive and i am true to my heart now - i am i,
But why must truth alwas make me die?
Let me break!
Let me bleed!
Let me tear myself apart i need to breathe!
Let me lose my way!
Let me walk astray!
Maybe to proceed...
Just let me bleed!
Let me drain!
Let me die!
Let me break the things i love i need to cry!
Let me burn it all!
Let me take my fall!
Through the cleansing fire!
Now let me die!
Let me die...
Let me out
Let me fade into that pitch-black velvet night

pain of salvation..

fight club:P :):)