confessions

goetica

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  1. toplam entry 15657
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  3. puan 262087

the way you sleep

goetica
devics $arkısıdır..

close all the doors
lock me in
i’m yours
it’s been so hard to sleep lately
with you i’m not what i should be
but your liking me
it’s been so hard to sleep lately
i have already lost it all
your such a game and i’m about to fall for it
i’ve been watching you sleep
and it’s amusing
it’s so hard to sleep lately
i have already lost it all
your such a game and i’m about to fall for it
i’ve been watching you sleep

lust

goetica
tori amos $arkısı.

hey you gender nectar
sitting through the grain of gold
tripping at your door
is that you
alpha in her blood
and when the woman lies
you don’t believe her
rolling and unrolling
coiling and emerging
running free
runnig through the underworld
into your room

is he real or a ghost-lie
she feels she isn’t heard
and the veil tears and rages
till her voices are remembered
and his secrets can be told

hey you gender nectar
crystalline from the vine
you know you’ll drink her
rolling and unrolling
coiling emerging
running free
running through the afterworld
into your room

so she prays for a prankster
and lust in the marriage bed
and he waits till she can give
and he waits and he waits

i lev ye

goetica
yiğit özgür karikaturunde geçen akla geldikçe yarılmaya vesile olan kelime.

usta ve çırak konu$maktadırlar.çırak yüzünde en utangaç bir ifade ile..

çırak : abi ben çok kötü bi$ey yaptıııım!
usta : naaptın?
çırak : ay çok kötü...
usta : faturayı mı yatırmadın?
çırak : hayııır... daha kötü...
usta : lan naaptın söylesene!!
çırak : gelirken sana $okella almı$tım ama dayanamadım yediiim... ayy çok utanıyoruum...
usta : ulan çık git kendine bi sevgili bul. iyice manyağa döndün!..
çırak : bi deeee seni çok özledim... bi deeee seni çok seviyorum...
usta : levyeyi uzat...
çırak : i lev ye..

(bkz: levye)
(bkz: i love you)

stanna hos mig

goetica
bir $arkıyı sevmek için sözlerini anlamak gerekmediğini bireye en güzel $ekilde ifade edebilecek kadar güzel $arkı.

det är över nu
och jag som aldrig gillat nostalgi
jag gråter nu
så släck mitt ljus
över nu
och jag som alltid ville vara fri
vill fångas nu
av din sköra röst
som alltid sprack
när du behövde tröst

stanna hos mig
du är allt jag har
stanna hos mig
du är allt jag har kvar

det är över nu
och 1000 kalla tysta dagar
en plats ett slut
så släck mitt ljus
över nu
och ensam har jag dofterna kvar
som ett tårögt barn
har du gjort mig svag
det enda som gjorde mig till jag...

stanna hos mig
du är allt jag har
stanna hos mig
du är allt jag har kvar

som igår (hjärta) imorgon
när imorgon blir idag
som igår (hjärta) imorgon
du är allt jag har kvar..


ki anlasak da benimle kal diyor, bu da sevmek için bir diğer sebep..öyle.

cuma namazı

goetica
hep merak ederdim bu adamlar ne konu$ur hep diye ama bugun cami önünden geçerken duyduğum laf öbeği uzun uzun dü$ündürmü$tür bu bunyeyi.

"size helal olanlardan ba$kalarına bakmayın zaten yüce allah sevdiği kullarını cennette huriler ile ödüllendirecektir."

ya..neyse.

edit : insanların inançlarına sonsuz saygı duyduğum için entryden kimi bölümler çıkarılmı$tır.

the girl who turned into a bed

goetica
tim burton’ın the melancholy death of oyster boy kitabında yer alan $iirdir.

it happened that day
she picked up a strange pussy willow.
her head swelled up white
and a soft as a pillow.

her skin, which had turned
all flaky and rotten,
was now replaced
with 100% cotton.

through her organs and torso
she sprouted like wings,
a beautiful set
of matress and springs.

it was so terribly strange
that i started to weep.
but at least after that
i had a nice place to sleep

mummy boy

goetica
tim burton’ın the melancholy death of oyster boy kitabında geçen pek güzel bir $iirdir.

he wasn’t soft and pink
witha fat little tummy;
he was hard and hollow,
a little boy mummy.

"tell us, please, doctor,
the reason or cause,
why our gundle of joy
is just a bundle of gauze."

"my diagnosis," he said
"for better or worse,
is that your son is the result
of an old pharoah’s curse."

that night they talked
of their son’s odd condition-
they called him "a reject
from an archaeological expidition."

they thought of some complex
scientific explanation,
but assumed it was simple
supernatural reincarnation.

with the other young tots
he only played twice,
an ancient game of vergin sacrifice.
(but the kids ran away, saying, "you aren’t very nice.")

alone and rejected, mummy boy wept,
then went to the cabinet
where the snack food was kept.

he wiped his wet slockets with his mummified sleeves,
and sat down to a bowl of sugar-frosted tanna leaves.

one dark, gloomy day,
from out of the fog,
appeared a little white mummy dog.

for his newfound wrapped pet,
he did many things,
like building a dog house
à la pryimid of kings.

it was late in day-
just before dark.
mummy boy took his dog
for a walk in the park.

the park was empty
except for a squirrel,
and a birthday party for a mexican girl.

the boys and girls had all started to play,
but noticed that thing that looked like a papíer mâché.

"look its a píñata,"
said one of the boys,
"let’s crack it wide open
and get the candy and toys."

they took a baseball bat
and whacked open his head.
mummy boy fell to the ground;
he finally was dead.

inside of his head
were no candy or prizes,
jast a few stray bettles
of various sizes.
70 /

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