1988 tarihli cocteau twins albümü ve aynı adlı muhteşem şarkı :
Each is not my love, moan I for what
I make up hundreds so I know how to make love
There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved
Started to see him, till when I married him
To yearn admits youre outside to me
Grow up
I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more
And I have been so naive
All move and try he knew not
And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings
ıt's no secret we're close
as sweaty velcro
like latex, fur and feathers
now
ın their '62 'vette
sharing one cigarette
ın a black light trance then
go go dance
then
go go trance
then
they keep me warm on cold nights
we must be quite a sight
ın our meat triangle
all tangled
wow
my girlfriend's girlfriend
she looks like you
my girlfriend's girlfriend
she's my girl too
her and me and her and she and me
an uncrowded couple; are we three
hey we don't care what people say
when walking hand in hand down kings highway
two for one today
my girlfriend's girlfriend
she looks like you
my girlfriend's girlfriend
she's my girl
eli, the barrowboy of the old town
sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
all down the day
below the tamaracks he is crying
"corn cobs and candlewax for the buying!"
all down the day
"would ı could afford to buy my love a fine robe
made of gold and silk arabian thread
but she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
and ı must push my barrow all the day
and ı must push my barrow all the day"
eli, the barrowboy, when they found him
dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in
the river down the way
they laid his body down in a church yard
but still when the moon is out
with his pushcart he calls down the day
"would ı could afford to buy my love a fine gown
made of gold and silk arabian thread
but ı am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
but still ı push my barrow all the day
still ı push my barrow all the day"
carnival albümünden bir acayip new model army şarkısı. Kişisel tarihimizde dinlediğimiz en büyük müzik..Sözlerimi? Korkunç ** :
all the mistakes that i have made
all the things i should have seen but i looked away
all the things we should have shared that we kept to ourselves
all the things that we shared we should have kept to ourselves
and i guess it's the modern way - the phone call that comes
flying out of a blue autumn day and suddenly everything
goes so and quiet and soon everyone seems to be alone
with their own thoughts and now it's as if i'm standing
beneath a torrent of falling water, feeling things i don't
want to feel, remembering things i don't want to remember
but we said what we said and we made what we made
and so i say the things i have learned to say
thankful for words that can be used
we were both like waves not able to break
rolling and turning and turning and rolling
but still not able to break
and i'm numb, i'm numb like when you've been driving
so fast for so long that it feels as if you're hardly
moving at all, my body rigid with tension, my sould all
wound up like a twisted tree, the way we used to be when
we sang of passion and justice and faith was easy and
celebrated in a ritual of curling smoke, arms all raised up
towards the lights...
and we said what we said but we made what we made
and so by now you'll be further on that i ever went; and is
it still painless? do you get to float and look down and do
all of that? tonight would be as good a night as any..
you'll see the city alive like a great resting animal
lying in the lea of the hills and the moorland and
breathing little patterus of fire out into the cold dark
coming of winter. and i'm warming my back against
the heat of a bonfire - like the ones you so loved so build
and i'm thinking about it all - and i'm sorry and im not sorry.
our time was made up of confused emotions and little
whirlwinds and all that stuff we couldn’t really talk about
but most of all it was sealed in sacred moments like these and then it was gone...
Oguz Atay hazretlerinin yazmadan gittiği romanının adıdır.Yazılmış olsa Anadolu'da nesneler yerçekiminden sıyrılacak , insanlar rahatlıklarından kopup düşünceli düşünceli semaya bakacak hep , hayvanlar ve bitkiler tohumlarını kardeşliğe serpecek idi.Ruhlar renkverecek.
