götüm bu
benim kafam bu
hepsi ortada
anlamak zor mu?
neyim ben?
nesin sen?
arkadaki gizemli ses:
oturdum götümün üstüne
kafamda ne var bakayım diye
oturdum kafamın üstüne
götümde ne fikirler var diye
götüm ipleri geçirdi eline
kafama bok yemek düşsün diye
niye beynim götümdeymiş haa ,niye?
işte götüme layık bir bilmece:
fikirlerim boktur benim
sıçarım sözlerimi ben.
sakın ha attırma götümü.
gösterir göt kafalı adam sana gününü
jeff buckley'in tapılası bir şarkısı daha.sözler ise şöyledir efendim;
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down, don’t get upset,
I am not pleading or saying that "I can't forget you."
I do not pace the floor bowed down and bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.
Even though my eyes is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me or bring me down in sorrow.
I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I have no place I’m callin’ you to go.
I'm just whispering to myself so I can't pretend that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.
When you wake up in the mornin' and look inside your mirror,
You know I won't be next to you, no, I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.
