hayatta hicbir seyin duzgun gitmedigini dusundugunuz bir anda caniniza okuyacak sarki. artik uzulmekten ve aglamaktan vazgectinize kendinizi inandirginiz bir anda, "surpriiz" dercesine hazirliksiz yakalar, dalga gecer sanki sizinle...
sözleri anlayarak dinlendiğinde daha da acıtan şarkı.
the phone slips from a loose grip. words were missed then some apology like i didnt want to tell you this its just some guy she has been hanging out with oh i dont know the past couple of weeks i guess. thank you and hang up the phone. let the funeral start. hear the casket close. lets pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat. still laughter pours from under doors in this house. i dont understand that sound no more. it seems artificial like a t.v. set. haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh this weight it must be satisfied. you offer only one reply. you know not what you do. but you tear and tear your hair from roots. from that same head you have twice removed a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. well ha ha ha. but i remember everything the words we spoke on freezing south street. and all those morning watching you get ready for school. you combed your hair inside that mirror. the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears. something about those bright colors always made you feel better. so now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say arent meant for anyone. it&s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you said you hated my suffering and you understood and you'd take care of me. you would always be there, well where are you now? haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh, the plans were never finalized but left to hang like yarn and twice dangling before my eyes. as you tear and tear your hair from roots, from that same head that you have twice removed a lock of hair you said would prove that our love would never die. as i sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings as my fingers press onto the strings you get another clumsy chord. haligh, haligh, an awful lie. this weight will now be satisfied. i will give you only one reply, i know not who i am but i talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears. our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear. except we keep coming back to this meaning that i lack. he says the choices were given and now i must live them or just not live, but do you want that?
benim için hiçbir anlam ifade etmeyen bir günde* ilk kez dinlememe rağmen, "n'aptın abi sen ya" dediğim, en ufak bir sallantıda ağlatabilecek şarkıdır.*
kişisel not(sanki bana entry kişisel değil anasını satim): ne yapıp edilip bulunması gereken, süper ötesi şarkıdır bir de.
dinlerken sizin de içiniz acır conor oberst in sesine
sözleri;
the phone slips from a loose grip.
words were missed then, some apology
(like) i didnt want to tell you this
no its just some guy she's been hanging out with
i dont know the past couple weeks i('d) guess
thank you and hang up the phone
let the funeral start
hear the casket close
let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat.
laughter pours from under doors in this house i dont
understand that sound no more. seems artificial like a tv set.
haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh this weight it must be satisfied.
you offer only one reply, you know not what you do.
but you tear and tear your hair from roots
(from) that same head you have twice removed
now a lock of hair you said would prove:
our love would never die.
well, ha ha ha.
i remember everything the words we spoke on freezing south street.
all those mornings watching you get ready for school.
you combed your hair inside that mirror, the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
something about those bright colors would always make you feel better.
(but) now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren't meant for anyone.
it's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you
you said you hate my suffering and you understood (and) you'd take care of me.
you'd always be there, well where are you now?
haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh, the plans were never finalized but left to hang like yarn and twine
dangling before my eyes. as you tear and tear your hair from roots,
(from) that same head that you have twice removed now a lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die.
and i sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings (in) yet another clumsy chord.
haligh, haligh, an awful lie
this weight will now be satisfied
i will give you only one reply:
i know not who i am, but i talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears.
our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear.
except we keep coming back to this meaning that i lack,
he says the choices were given now you must live them
or just not live. but do you want that?
