And just like before the band starts to play…

…they always play your favorite tune…

Hopper / Chair Car 1965
Hopper / Chop Suey 1929
Hopper / Compartment C Car 293 1938
Hopper / NY Movie 1939
Hopper / Summer Evening 1947
Heart of a Saturday Night / Tom Waits

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your oldsmobile
Barrelin’ down the boulevard
You’re looking for the heart of saturday night

And you got paid on friday
And your pockets are jinglin’
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin’ cause you’re cruisin’ with a 6
And you’re looking for the heart of saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin’ to wipe out ev’ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this’ll be the saturday
You’re reachin’ your peak

Stoppin’ on the red
You’re goin’ on the green
’cause tonight’ll be like nothin’
You’ve ever seen
And you’re barrelin’ down the boulevard
Lookin’ for the heart of saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone’s ringin’; it’s your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that’s smilin’ from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
’cause you’re dreamin’ of them saturdays that came before
And now you’re stumblin’
You’re stumblin’ onto the heart of saturday night

Well you gassed her up
And you’re behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your oldsmobile
Barrellin’ down the boulevard,
You’re lookin’ for the heart of saturday night

Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone’s ringin’; it’s your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin’ from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you’re dreamin’ of them saturdays that came before
It’s found you stumblin’
Stumblin’ onto the heart of saturday night
And you’re stumblin’
Stumblin onto the heart of saturday night

satellite of love

Satellite of Love / Lou Reed

Satellite’s gone
up to the skies
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind

I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV

Satellite of love
satellite of love
Satellite of love
satellite of

Satellite’s gone
way up to Mars
Soon it will be filled
with parking cars

I watch it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Satellite of love
satellite of love
Satellite of love
satellite of

I’ve been told that you’ve been bold
with Harry, Mark and John
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Thursday
with Harry, Mark and John

Satellite’s gone
up to the skies
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind

I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Satellite of love
satellite of love
Satellite of love
satellite of

Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love


bugün yorucu bir gündü (ama bitti). az evvel taktım bir güzel satellite of love dinledim, şimdi de sweet jane of velvet off! (Y’know that, women, never really faint / And that villains always blink their eyes, woo! 8) makale hala bitmedi. bu aralar eve dönüşlerde kitap okumak için laptop’ı değil de, parış’tan aldığım PDA’i (Sharp Zaurus SL-5500) kullanıyorum, güzel bir alet. Song of Susannah hala bitmedi — halbuki ne kadar da ince bir kitaptı.. saat 17.05, birazdan ev yoluna koyulacağım.. PDA ile ilgili güzel bir özellik, üzerine her türlü linux nanesini kurabilmeniz. yakında güzel bir apache server ile php çalıştıracağım. mysql bile kurulabiliyormuş.. biz C64 yıllarından geldik bayım, çok bize 64MB!

love will prevail..

Crow / James O'Barr
It Can’t Rain All Time / Jane Sibery

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there’s something wrong,
and it’s hard to believe that love will prevail.

Oh it won’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won’t fall forever.

Oh, when I’m lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me is there something more to believe in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there’s,
There’s something wrong, it’s,
It’s so hard to believe that love will prevail.

Oh it won’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won’t fall, your tears won’t fall, your tears won’t fall forever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still believe.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won’t fall forever.
It won’t rain all the time
The sky won’t fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won’t fall, your tears won’t fall,
your tears won’t fall forever.

you bet your life it is!.. ya da taa venüs’e kadar gitmek..

okuldayım. dün, sonunda makalenin kabasını, hatta bırakın kabasını, referanslar ve figürler hariç, makalenin ta kendisini bitirdim, üzerimden nasıl bir yük kalktı, anlatamam.. zig-zag olsun, armchair olsun, her türlü nanotübü (ve tabii ki bunların dışındaki chirality’ye sahip olanlar hariç 8) takır takır her ortamda üretebiliyoruz artık. bir senedir sil yap boz baştan, fena daralmıştım. okuldayım. hava çok güzel. taktım cd’ye tori amos’ımı, çoktandır dinlemediğim Under the Pink albümünü dinliyorum şimdi. cornflake girl.. ahh ah!

Cornflake Girl

Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hangin with the raisin girls
She’s gone to the other side
Givin us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Peel out the watchword just peel out the watchword

She knows what’s going on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweeteaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
She’s puttin on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Rabbit where’d you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit where’d you put the keys girl


ah tori-sama! ah tori-kyou! ah tori-heika! ah! ah ginger!..

tori amos

tom waits: bir delikanlı abimiz..

haftabaşına tom waits girişiyle başlamak ne derece normal bilemiyorum ama şu sıralarda, vaktiyle dinlediğim ilk tom waits albümü olan the heart of saturday night‘ı hele de san diego serenade‘i dinliyor olmam şüphesiz güzel bir şey:

San Diego Serenade

I never saw the morning ’til I stayed up all night
I never saw the sunshine ’til you turned out the light
I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody, until I needed a song.

I never saw the white line, ’til I was leaving you behind
I never knew I needed you ’til I was caught up in a bind
I never spoke ‘I love you’ ’til I cursed you in vain,
I never felt my heartstrings until I nearly went insane.

I never saw the east coast ’til I move to the west
I never saw the moonlight until it shone off your breast
I never saw your heart ’til someone tried to steal, tried to steal it away
I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face.

ya 1993, ya 1994… lise sondayım, eXpress sayesinde haberim olmuştu Tom Waits’den. ilk olarak, dediğim üzere, The Heart of Saturday Night‘ı dinlemiştim, arkasından da büyük bir şans eseri Frank’s Wild Years‘ı.. Innocent When You Dream, doğal olarak kafama fena vurmuştu.. iki sene sonra da Jarmusch gelmişti festivale, ne güzel günlerdi onlar.. Daha önce de yazmıştım, Tom Waits, müzikal dehasının yanında, ne yazık ki aktörlük kabiliyetinin 0 olduğu bir abimiz.. bir de şöyle bir olay oluyor, öylesine televizyonu açıyorum, alakasız bir şekilde, alakasız bir filmde Tom Waits’i görüyorum, dumur yaşıyorum.. dün de bengü’yle gilliam’ın ‘Fisher King‘ini seyrederken pat diye giriverdi adam görüntüye, ondan önce, cuma günü ben stiller’ın, geoffrey rush’ın filan oynadığı ‘Mystery Men‘ adlı abuk bir filmde gene gösterdi kendini.. ah ah! bir de ‘Cold Feet‘ dumuru var ki, hiç girmeyeyim!..

tom waits / fisher king

tom waits / mystery men

tom waits / cold feet