U2 sevmem ben.

Evet, aynen subject. Soran olunca derim, Joshua Tree, Boy, Zooropa güzel günlerdi onlar ama içinde “Bono, Sopa, Boş Bir Oda (Anahtarı bende)” anahtar kelimeleri geçen bir hikaye yazın deseler, MNIE3x05‘tekinin benzeri şakır şakır döktürürüm… Ha, ayrıca Nick Cave ve U2’nun, hele ki Joshua Tree‘nin kalbimde derin yaralar oluştuğu bir dönemde tütün niyetine iyi(?) gelmişliğinden kaynaklanan bir kuyruk acım da vardır. Yani, evet, taraflı bir olgu bu hissettiklerim, bağımsız olarak algılayamıyorum kendilerini.

Anthrax’ı sevdim, seviyorum, seveceğim. Kısa pantalonlarla, spor ayakkabılarla, ninja kaplumbağalarla ve acaip sert gitarlarıyla ve ciddi olmaya çalışmayan sözleriyle gönlümde ayrı bir yerleri vardır.

Bildiğiniz / bilmediğiniz üzere, Joey Belladonna dönmedi, John Bush iyidir ama o kadar da değil ve ayıp oldu hakikaten çocuğa. Şimdi Wiki’den baktım, Corey Taylor diye bir zatın gelebilitesi varmış… (Şimdi de resmi sitelerine uğradım, NASIL YANİ? Amcalar orijinal kadroyu toplamışlar mı? (Scott Ian (Scott’cuğum) Joey Belladonna, Charlie Benante, Daniel Spitz, Frank Bello (bu sonuncuyu hatırlamadım))

Şimdi niye yazdım bu kadar şeyi: Elime bir toplama Anthrax albümü geçti (Srevocnikufesin – ama tahmin edebilirdiniz zaten bunu, değil mi 8) Bir kısmını daha evvelden dinlemiştim zati ama amcalar zaten damardan giren bir şarkı olan Exit‘i offf offff…. Bu arada, belirtmeliyim ki, hemen ardından Police’in Next to You‘su başlıyor… Jın jın jın dol dol dol garç diye geçiyor tümleşik isim tamlaması…

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You know he got the cure
But then he went astray
He used to stay awake
To drive the dreams he had away.
He wanted to believe
In the hands of love.

His head it felt heavy
As he came across the land
A dog started cryin’
Like a broken-hearted man
At the howling wind
At the howling wind.

He went deeper into black
Deeper into white.
He could see the stars shine
Like nails in the night.

He felt the healing
Healing, healing, healing hands of love
Like the stars shiny, shiny from above.

A hand in the pocket
Fingering the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
His heart he could feel was beating, beating
Beating, beating, beating
Oh my love, oh my love,
Oh my love, oh my love.

Oh my love…

So hands that build
Can also pull down
The hands of love.

Exit / U2 – The Joshua Tree

Hamiş: Resimleri, onu çeken kişiden habersiz olarak kullandım ve hayır, referans vermiyorum.

Günün Mönüsü: 80’ler

Sabah önce Damla’nın Facebook hedesinden Patti Smith’i favori bir şeyi olarak eklediğini gördüm, ben de Twelve‘i dinlemeye başladım… Sonra Patti ile beraber TFF’dan Everybody Wants to Rule the World‘ü çekti canım… Sonrası aşağıda…

Günün Mönüsü:

  • Tears for Fears – Everybody Wants To Rule The World
  • Wet Wet Wet – Love Is All Around
  • Simple Minds – Don’t You (Forget About Me)
  • Yazoo – Only You
  • Pet Shop Boys – Always On My Mind
  • Journey – Don’t Stop Believing (Midnight Train)
  • Fine Young Cannibals – She Drives Me Crazy

İzninizle bir tane de araya 60’lardan sıkıştırmak istiyorum sevgili eşim için:

God Only Knows

I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I’ll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I’d be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would livin’ do me
God only knows what I’d be without you

God only knows what I’d be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would livin’ do me
God only knows what I’d be without you

God only knows what I’d be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would livin’ do me

God only knows what I’d be without you…

Beach Boys

Bu God Only Knows‘un söz dizim mantığına benzeyen bir de Morphine’in Candy‘si var. Tabii bir de, vaktiyle kendisine If I Ever Lose My Faith In You‘nun sözleri gönderilip de, sözlükten “Sıtkı sıyrılmak” anlamına takılan bir genç kızın hikayesi!..

Neyse, ayrılık kötü bir şey çocuklar, evde denemeyin

Yukarıdaki yazılardan yirmi dakika sonra bir hamiş: Yorum diye epey bir şey yazdım, üşendim buraya taşımaya, oraya da bir dikiz atıveriniz pls..

Panic

Panic / The Smiths

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you’re not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there’s Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play

On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog ’round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ

[Louder Than Bombs]

ah fkk ah fkk.. ya da Pulp / Common People

[[fkk]] çok sever.

She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge / She studied sculpture at Saint Martin’s College / That’s where I caught her eye / She told me that her Dad was loaded / I said “In that case I’ll have rum and coca-cola / She said “fine” / And then in 30 seconds time she said / “I want to live like common people / I want to do whatever common people do / I want to sleep with common people / I want to sleep with common people like you” / Well what else could I do? / I said “I’ll see what I can do” / I took her to a supermarket / I don’t know why / but I had to start it somewhere / so it started there / I said “pretend you’ve got no money” / but she just laughed / and said “oh you’re so funny” / I said “Yeah / Well I can’t see anyone else smiling in here / Are you sure / you want to live like common people / you want to see whatever common people see / you want to sleep with common people / you want to sleep with common people like me?” / But she didn’t understand / she just smiled and held my hand / Rent a flat above a shop / Cut your hair and get a job / Smoke some fags and play some pool / Pretend you never went to school / But still you’ll never get it right / ‘cos when you’re laid in bed at night / watching roaches climb the wall / if you called your dad he could stop it all / yeah / You’ll never live like common people / You’ll never do whatever common people do / You’ll never fail like common people / You’ll never watch your life slide out of view / and then dance and drink and screw / because there’s nothing else to do / Sing along with the common people / Sing along and it might just get you through / Laugh along with the common people / Laugh along although they’re laughing at you / and the stupid things that you do / because you think that poor is cool / Like a dog lying in a corner / they will bite you and never warn you / Look out / they’ll tear your insides out / ‘cos everybody hates a tourist / especially one who thinks / it’s all such a laugh / yeah and the chip stain’s grease / will come out in the bath / You will never understand / how it feels to live your life / with no meaning or control / and with nowhere left to go / You are amazed that they exist / and they burn so bright / whilst you can only wonder why / Rent a flat above a shop / Cut your hair and get a job / Smoke some fags and play some pool / Pretend you never went to school / But still you’ll never get it right / ’cause when you’re laid in bed at night / watching roaches climb the wall / if you called your dad he could stop it all / yeah / You’ll never live like common people / You’ll never do whatever common people do / You’ll never fail like common people / You’ll never watch your life slide out of view / and then dance and drink and screw / ‘because there’s nothing else to do / I want to live with common people like you…..

King of Pain / The Police

Bir yanlış anlaşılma olmasın – ben iyiyim ama şarkı da öyle güzel ki, hatırlatmadan edemedim…

The Police - http://mikussverige.blogspot.com/2007/01/shrek-3-y-police-vuelve.html
The Police - http://somviciado.blogspot.com/2007/02/police.html
The Police - http://idolator.com/tunes/the-police/
The Police - http://images.google.com.tr/url?q=http://www.smh.com.au/news/music/police-tour-rumoured/2007/01/04/1167777194398.html%3Ffrom%3Drss&usg=AFQjCNEadPl6KMyBEobSMVHfA0epZuo7cA
King of Pain / The Police

There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
There’s a flag-pole rag and the wind won’t stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
That’s my soul up there
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
That’s my soul up there
There’s a flag-pole rag and the wind won’t stop
That’s my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a blue whale beached by a springtime’s ebb
That’s my soul up there
There’s a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web
That’s my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain

There’s a red fox torn by a huntsman’s pack
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black-winged gull with a broken back
That’s my soul up there
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I always thought you could end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
King of pain
King of pain
King of pain
I’ll always be king of pain