A Perfect Circle / Passive

Dead as dead can be, my doctor tells me but I just can’t believe him, never the optimistic one

I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy

wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe someday i will walk away and say,

you disappoint me,

maybe you’re better off this way

leaning over you here, cold and catatonici

catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been

it's your right and your ability to become…my perfecT enemy…

wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe

someday i’ll walk away and say,

yOu DisaPpoinT Me,

maybe you’re better off this way

maybe you’re better off this way

maybe you’re better off this way

maybe you’re better off this way

you’re better of this…

you’re better off this… maybe you’re better off!

wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe

someday i’ll walk away and SAY,

you fucking disappoint me!

maybe you’re better off this way

go ahead and play dead

I know that you can hear this, go ahead and play dead,why can't you turn and face me?

why can't you turn and face me? why can't you turn and face me?

WhY can't YoU tUrn and Face me?

you fucking disappoint me!

Slowblow / Aim For A Smile

I see death as it sneaked up behind you

patiently taking its aim, as it aimed for the spark in your eyes...

resistance from here looked so lame

what used to scare me is not worth one thought as I claimed the memory of

each black coffee and cigarette used while I aimed for a smile on your face

I tried to sit straight up the side of your bed and pour my thoughts straight down the drain when it pours I'd much rather get wet

than to shelter my thoughts from the rain

while I chill my guitar to your amplified breath and arm away thoughts of your death

all I got left is one awkward embrace

my last aim for a smile on your face...

Bazı Yalanlar...

Yorgun görünüyorsun, biraz uzan istersen

Sever gibi yapma artık, daha henüz vakit varken

veya

"Bir kaç yaralı ruh, bir kaç bira şişesi, evimizde bunlar var, mutlu olmaya yetmez mi..."

yalanlarımız güzel inanması zevkli
bir şey sevmeye değerse ölmeye de değer mi
bir kaç uyku hapı, bir kaç kıskançlık krizi, elimizde bunlar var mutlu olmaya yetmez ki...
mutlu olmaya yetmez ki...
bazı yalanlar güzel
bazı gerçekler acıymış
bazı ölümler uzun
bütün hayatlar kısaymış
çalışmış!, kaybetmiş!, koşmuş!, yorulmuştuk!..
birbirimize içmeden dokunamaz olmuştuk
bir kaç kalp ağrısı, bir kaç imdat çağrısı
elimizde bunlar var mutlu olmaya yetmez ki...

NOT: Teoman yazsın, Aylin Aslım söylesin...

Lamb / Gabriel

I can fly

But I want his wings...

I can shine even in the darkness

But I crave the light that he brings...

Revel in the songs that he sings

my angel gabriel...

I can love

But I need his heart ...

I am strong even on my own

But from him I NEVER want to part

He's been there since the very start

my angel gabriel

Bless the day he came to be

Angel's wings carried him to me

I CaN FLy...

Teoman / Kelimeler

K a ç ı y o r m u s u n a ş k t a n h a l a k o ş u p i n s a n d a n i n s a n a .



Hayatı bırakıp tabağında "Boşver!" mi diyorsun, k a n a s ı n . . .


İçin acıyor mu hiç bazı bazı ,cesur musun gözünü kapadığında, sımsıkılar mı, kırpmıyor musun?


"Boşver!" mi diyorsun, k a n a s ı n . . .


Biliyorum artık çok zor... Çok... K u r a c a k y e n i b i r h i k a y e m y o k ;


Yine de uğraşıyorum rastgele bu eskimiş kelimelerle...


Yavaşlıyor ama durmuyor dünya , z a m a n k i m s e d e n d e ğ i l k e n y a n a


Gitmiş herkes, evlerimiz bomboş, "Boşver!" mi diyorsun, k a n a s ı n . . .


Batmadık ama su alıyoruz hala, hissetmeden basıp toprağa...


T u z b a s m a d a n y a r a l a r ı m a "Boşver!" mi diyorsun, k a n a s ı n . . .


Biliyorum artık çok zor... Çok... K u r a c a k y e n i b i r h i k a y e m y o k ;


yine de uğraşıyorum rastgele bu eskimiş kelimelerle..


A l t ü s t olmuş coğrafyamla, cebimde bozuk paralarımla, kendi mezarına selam durup "Boşver!" mi diyorsun, K A N A S I N


Biliyorum artık çok zor... ÇOK... Kuracak yeni bir hikayem yok; yine de uğraşıyorum rastgele bu eskimiş kelimelerle............................................................................

Damien Rice / Volcano

Don't hold yourself like that you'll hurt your knees... I kissed your mouth and back that's all I need... Don't build your world around volcanoes melt you down...

And what I am to you is not real and what I am to you you do not need and what I am to you is not what you mean to me... You give me miles and miles of mountains and I ask for the sea...

Don't throw yourself like that in front of me I kissed your mouth your back is that all you need... don't drag my love around, volcanoes melt me down... And what I am to you is not real and what I am to you you do not need and what I am to you is not what you mean to me... you give me miles and miles of mountains and I ask...

what I give to you is just what I'm going through this is nothing new no, no, just another phase of finding... What I really need is what makes me bleed like a new disease... But lord she's still too young to treat !

you do not need me!!!

Blonde Redhead / Misery Is A Butterfly

Dearest Jane, I should've known better...

But I couldn't say hello, I didn't know why, but now I think I think
you were sad, yes, you were, you
were, y o u were .. What I say I say
only to y o u cause I love and I love
only y o u... Dearest Jane, I want to give y o u a dream that no one
has given y o u... Remember when we found misery we watched her, watched her spread her wings and slowly fly around our room and she asked for your gentle mind...
Misery is a butterfly, her heavy wings will warp your mind with her small ugly face and her long antenna and her black and pink heavy wings
Remember when we found misery, we watched her, watched her spread her wings and slowly fly around our room and she asked for your gentle mind..

Kent / Music Non Stop

everybody gets a second in the sun I have a feeling mine has just begun

music non stop when I close my eyes

clarity born from a compromise and you are almost like me so why don't you dance to the music I hear inside my head why don't you dance to the music

It's the soundtrack for the end / "It's the soundcheck for the end..."

I'm looking for a place to lie and wait

I quit my job to find a perfect fate

music non stop when I close my eyes

I need some time alone I found a carpark that is home you're almost like me everybody gets a second in the sun I have a feeling mine has just begun

music non stop when I close my eyes

clarity born from a compromise and

you're almost like me...

Christopher Boe / Reconstruction

Bu bir film. Hepsi kurgu. Ama yine de acıtıyor.

- Ne oldu orda?

- Gencin biri işte..

- Seni tanıdığını mı sanmış?

- Hayır, beni sevdiğini sanmış...

Denali / Surface

all through my mind all the time

there's no right movement for signs

wish no one was lost or around

I'll do it to you

back and forth is this worth all the going through

surfaced, I'll take it back

so nervous, I said I'll take it back a secret so hard to hide it'll blow your mind

heads up, shred all the evidence for a downhill ride no one feels like i do some say it's all over

e r a s e all the colors save the others walk into it and you will find

if it's wrong or right show me now all through the night unless it's found

a wicked effect inside it'll blow your mind no rest just test it out

you can't afford this time no one feels like i do

some say it's all over e R a S e all the colors save the others

some say it's all over

!E R A S E! all the colors

save the others

walk into it and you will find...

Dadafon / Slowday

it's just a slow day moving into a slow night...

it doesn't matter what you do...

everything just stays the same, the cats sleep it off, the dogs don't bark,

it's just a slow day moving into a slow night...

there's nothing even dying, it's just more waiting through a slow day moving into a slow night.

you don't even hear the water running, the walls just stand there and the doors don't open.

it's just a slow day moving into a slow night.

the rain has stopped, you can't hear a siren anywhere, your wristwatch has a dead battery, the cigarette lighter is out of fluid...

it's just a slow day moving into a slow night, it's just more waiting through a slow day moving into a slow night like tomorrow's never going to come and when it does it'll be the same damn thing.

Oruç Aruoba...

Durumumuzda hep başkaları durur.

Teoman / İstasyon İnsanları

Ruhidir benim adım, hiç çıkmam evimden, dostlar uydururum hayali, mutluyumdur bu yuzden... bir çiçek dürbününden insanlara bakarken bir gün bir istasyon gördüm trenleri geciken... yolcular ellerinde tek gidişlik bir bilet henüz bilmeseler de hayat bundan ibaret... istasyon insanları burdalar tesadüfen , aynı rüyayı görüp ayrı yerlere giden... eskiden çok eskiden, ben daha çok küçükken, henüz cennet plajı otopark olmamışken, mercanların arasında küçük balıklar vardı, en güzelleri el boyunda kavuniçi olanlardı, birgün bir rüya gordüm; o kavuniçi balık benmişim büyümem beklenmeden afiyetle yenmişim... istasyon insanları burdalar tesadüfen, aynı rüyayı görüp ayrı yerlere giden... Ruhidir benim adım, bir sırrım var, saklarım ama görünce anlarsınız, yalnız dikkat acımayın, acınmak canımı en çok acıtandır..

Bright Eyes / Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh

The phone slips from a loose grip Words were missed then, some apology I didn't want to tell you this No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with I don't know, the past couple weeks I guess Well, thank you and hang up the phone Let the funeral start Hear the casket close Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat Well, laughter pours from under doors In this house, I don't understand that sound no more It seems artificial, like a T.V. set Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, 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 And 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 anyoneIt'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 thereWell where are you now? Haligh, haligh, a lie, 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 you have twice removed now A lock of hair you said would proveOur 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'm gonna give you only one replyI know not who I am But I talk in the mirror To the stranger that appears Our conversations are circles 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 themOr just not live But do you want that?

Tom Tykwer / True

Thomas, listen...

time suffers a change.
and our connection too...
like seasons...
our spring was perfect
but summer has ended.
and we missed the autumn
and now everthing is cold...
everthing is so cold...
everthing began freezing...
our love fell asleep
and snow
made us a surprise

it fell asleep in the snow...

and the death is coming
Take care of yourself.

Francine...
I remember it exactly.
It was the 15th of May.
Spring was late to arrive
and rain clouds were gathering.
And you were screaming.
And of course you
were accepted.
You left Boston and
moved to live in Paris.
A small apartment on a
street in the Faubourg Saint-Denis.
I showed you my neighborhood,
my bars, my school.
I introduced you to my friends.
My parents.
I listened to you
as you learned your lines.
I listened to your singing,
to your hopes.
Your desires.
I listened to your music.
And you listened to mine.
You listened to my
Italian, German, Russian...

I gave you a walkman
and you gave me a pillow.
And then one day, you kissed me.
Time passed.
Time raced.
And everything seemed so easy,
so simple.
Free.
So new and unique.
We went to the movies.

We went dancing.
Shopping.
We laughed.
You cried.
We swam, we smoked.
We shaved.
From time to time
you screamed.
Without reason.
Sometimes with reason.
Yes, sometimes with reason.
I walked you to the conservatory.
I studied for my exams.
I listened to your singing,
to your hopes.
Your desires.
I listened to your music

And you listened to mine.
We were close.
So close.
Ever closer.
We went to the movies.
We went swimming.
We laughed together.
You screamed.
Sometimes with reason.
And sometimes without.
Time passed.
Time raced.
I walked you to the conservatory.
I studied for my exams.
You listened as I spoke Italian,
German, Russian, French.
I studied for my exams.
You screamed.

Sometimes with reason.

Time passed, without reason.
You screamed.
Without reason.
I studied for my exams.
Exams, exams...
Time passed.
You screamed.
You screamed, you screamed...
I went to the movies.
Forgive me, Francine.