dugmeburun

(bkz: yakantop)

smalldan sonra largedan önce gelen beden.

bir numara.
cehennemden cikan cilgin turk.

(bkz: kokusuz süt)

(bkz: asl pls)

(bkz: çöpte sigara izmariti aramak)

(bkz: yeşil gözlere bakakalmak)

(bkz: badge)

cream’in güzel bir şarkısı daha.

thinkin’ ’bout the times you drove in my car.
thinkin’ that i might have drove you too far.
and i’m thinkin’ ’bout the love that you laid on my table.

i told you not to wander ’round in the dark.
i told you ’bout the swans, that they live in the park.
then i told you ’bout our kid, now he’s married to mabel.

yes, i told you that the light goes up and down.
don’t you notice how the wheel goes ’round?
and you better pick yourself up from the ground
before they bring the curtain down,
yes, before they bring the curtain down.

talkin’ ’bout a girl that looks quite like you.
she didn’t have the time to wait in the queue.
she cried away her life since she fell off the cradle


...

(bkz: anyone for tennis)

cream şarkısıdır.

twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
an auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
and the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
anyone for tennis, wouldn’t that be nice?

and the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
while the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent christmas cheer
and the bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.
anyone for tennis, wouldn’t that be nice?

and the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
with jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
and you can tell they’re all the same underneath the pretty lies.
anyone for tennis, wouldn’t that be nice?

the yellow buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
you can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
and fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
anyone for tennis, wouldn’t that be nice?

...

(bkz: white room)

cream’in hoş bir parçasıdır.
şöyledir sözleri şarkımızın:

in the white room with black curtains near the station.
blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
i’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
you said no strings could secure you at the station.
platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
i walked into such a sad time at the station.
as i walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
i’ll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
at the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
she’s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
i’ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

...

(bkz: sen neymişsin be abi)

(bkz: gaipten sesler duymak)

iyi doğdun sevgili bilgiç.

ben nefessiz kaldım sen gidince
sen kalpsiz kaldın bensiz gidince..

çok güzel be hakikatten..

harika sözler,harika müzik,evet.

katatonia’nın başarılı şarkılarından birisi daha..


the way the light hits the road
the way i am unable to protect you
o i’m running away
i will never forgive myself
for running away from you

he came back to your house
i didn’t take it as a promise
always thought it was a lie
he went too far the fucker
it’s not like i owe him money
this is different

so gather your strength and break free
or you will surely die
gather your strength don’t follow me
’cause i will surely die

the way my eyes cannot move
the way i hope to be protected
and for one moment i thought
that i was lost among the lights of houses

my dreams of violence
see them coming true

...

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