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Tue, 05 Sep 2006 13:33:43 -0700

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Wed, 14 Jun 2006 15:22:52 -0700

OK, I already feel enough of lyrics, but anyway, this one used to ruin my teenager days. It still does ruin, but I now think it shouldn't have. Here it is:

At The Gallows End

From Candlemass (Never mind about the website, just get a cd and listen)

Sunrise I greet you, the beauty of your light
so warm and tender was never the night
In tears I see you, the last time it will be
so give me your blessing, I'll meet my destiny
No rest for the Sinner
Hypnos refused me my sleep
This was the last night of my life
with wine I pondered on my deeds
I drank to the devil with servants
It's good with a friend where you go
No one would share my last chalice
So I drink to the ones that I know

Ring brother, ring for me
Ring the bells of hope and faith
Ring for my damnation
I am at the gallows end

With sad emotions, I sing this epitaph
my swansong, my headstone, the farewell of my heart
The hills of Tyburn, up where the gallows stand
only the vultures will come to see me hang

Behold the sight of my Golgatha
the gallows enlightened by the moon
proud of his art are the carpenter
his creation a tool for my doom

I am the outcast no winner
I am the fallen the one
that lived all his life as a sinner
The Tempter has called me his son

Soon it is time the dark has now fled
and I see the place for my death
the priest he will pray for my lost soul
I'm sure he's wasting his time

A sinner, a fool or a devil
or just a victim of life
It's no fun to burn in hell's fire
but I sure have enjoyed my life

Ring brother, ring for me
Ring the bells of hope and faith
Ring for my damnation
I am at the gallows end

http://ff.stumbleupon.com/review/4459954/

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 13:49:09 -0700

Out of the Blue

Out of the blue on the wings of a dove
A messenger comes, with the beating of drums
It's not a message of love

Our childern are born, and we keep them
They must have the right, to live in the light
To be safe from the storm

Out of the blue, with wings on his heels
A messenger comes, bearing regrets
For the time that he steals

But steal it he will, my children's and mine
Against our desires, against all our needs
Our blood spilled like wine

Over and over we call . . . no one hears
And further and further and further we fall
And though we pray that we soon will awake
It is clear, that it's no dream at all
Our lives are at stake

I cannot believe, nor even pretend
That the thunder I hear, will just disappear
And the nightmare will end

So hold back the fire 'cause this much is true
When all's said and done, the ending will come
From out of the blue

David Gilmour

http://ff.stumbleupon.com/review/4449925/

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 15:02:58 -0700

İsa bizim i�in �lm�ş, bari Damien de bizim i�in yaşasın. Elele verelim, elinden tutalım, okula g�t�relim, �ete lideri yapalım. Yol yordam �ğrensin, ortamlara aksın. Biz yaşayamadık, �ocuk bari yaşasın. Şeytanın oğluymuş, ne gam? Biz sanki meleklerden doğduk... Sanki biz bu d�nyaya kazık �akmaktan başka niyet edindik. Sanki biz en tepeye �ıkmak i�in kafamızda planlar kurmadık.

Artık doğdu ya, 666 kere maşallah.

http://ff.stumbleupon.com/review/4169235/

Mon, 15 May 2006 02:21:39 -0700

ız duvarları �n�nde miskin miskin yalpalayacaklar; daha �nce ışıltılar sa�an o g�rkemli g�vdelerden, bir balık mezarlığı gibi, ��r�k, sayrı, �l� kokular yayılacak...
"Tramvaylar, i� karartıcı, aynalı kuş kafesleri gibi eğrilip b�k�lecekler ve bombaların a�tığı �ukurlarla kaplı, yitik sokaklardaki damları delik deşik barakaların ardında, teller ve rayların şaşkın �elik iskeletlerinin yanı başında, patlamış ta� yaprakları gibi �ylece uzanacaklar...
"�amur rengi, ağır, kurşun gibi bir sessizlik ortalıkta kol gezecek; t�m oburluğuyla b�y�yerek, okullara, �niversitelere, tiyatrolara, spor alanlarına, �ocuk bah�elerine �rk�n�, a�g�zl� ve �nlenemez bir bi�imde ��reklenecek...
Bunların hepsi olacak...
"Altın sarısı, sulu �z�mler bakımsız yama�larda ��r�yecek, pirin�ler kıra� topraklarda kuruyacak, patatesler s�r�lm�ş tarlalarda donacak, �l� sığırların kaskatı kesilmiş bacakları ters �evrilmiş s�t sağma tabureleri gibi g�ğe dikilecek...
"Enstit�lerde, b�y�k hekimlerin dahice buluşları ��r�y�p k�f tutacak...
"Son un �uvalları, son �ilek re�eli kavanozları, balkabakları ve vişne suları mutfaklarda, odalarda, kilerlerde, soğuk hava depolarında ve ambarlarda bozulup heba olacak; devrilmiş masaların altındaki, parampar�a tabaklardaki ekmekler k�f bağlayacak, erimiş tereyağlar arap sabunu gibi kokacak; tarlalardaki ekinler, paslanmış sabanların yanı başında bozguna uğramış bir ordu gibi boyunlarını b�kecekler; fabrikaların �imenle �rt�l� t�ten bacaları un ufak olacak...
"Sonra, deşilmiş bağırsakları ve zehirlenmiş ciğerleriyle son insan, ışıldayan g�neşin ve yanıp s�nen takımyıldızların altında bir başına dolanıp duracak; bir deri bir kemik kalmış, �ılgına d�nm�ş son insan u�suz bucaksız mezarlar, dev beton blokların soğuk putları ve ıssız kentler arasında yalnız başına bir k�f�r gibi dolanırken şu korkun� soruyu soracak: NEDEN? Ve bu soru bozkırlarda hi� duyulmadan yitip gidecek, yıkıntılar arasında s�r�klenip kiliselerin molozları arasında yok olacak, girilmez yeraltı sığınaklarına �arpıp par�alanacak. Son hayvan-insanın son hayvansı �ığlığı hi� duyulmadan, hi� yanıtlanmadan kan g�llerinde boğulacak...
"Bunların hepsi olacak, yarın, belki bu gece, eğer... eğer... eğer... HAYIR demezseniz!"

http://ff.stumbleupon.com/review/4168688/

Mon, 15 May 2006 00:04:32 -0700

Lan ne oldu?

Biz ta eskiden beri
Bu sularda y�zer idik,
Bu ormanı sever idik,
Bu kuşları dinler idik.

Biz ta eskiden beri
Biz burada bir avu� insan,
Biz birbirimizden habersiz,
Aynı şiiri yazar idik,
Aynı şarkıyı s�yler idik.
Aynı duvara işer idik.

Derken, bir sabah erken,
Haymana ovasında bir garip kuş �terken
Lan n'oldu derken
Bir sabah erken
Dağlarına memleketin bahar gelmişken
Lan n'oldu be.
Lan ne bu be.
Lan n'oldu derken,
Bir sabah erken
Havada bulut yok da ya bu ne dumanken
Lan n'oldu derken,
Birbirimizin y�z�ne bakamaz olduk bu ne?
Lan n'oldu be?
Lan ne bu be?

Derken
Bir sabah erken
Sevdiğimiz yanımızda yumuşacık uyurken,
Lan n'oldu derken
Bir sabah erken
Birbirimizi b�yle,
Hayat gibi severken
Lan n'oldu be?
Lan ne bu be?

Kramp

http://ff.stumbleupon.com/review/3949865/

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 12:26:46 -0700

Sing In Silence

You were daddy's girl nice and sweet
Never in trouble mommy's honey
Little child who just couldn't see
The pressure from her so called friends
Was simply too much

The monkey slowly climbed on her back
Offering an aid for her pain
Giving love and care
No-one cared, no-one cared...

Fragile like a rose on the snow
Eating all your strength and your money
Walking in the shade day and night
Never letting sunshine in your eyes like before

Cannot shake the monkey off your back
Did I see a spark on your eye
Was it just the last light of hope
That died, hope that died

"Forgive me, Father, my daily sin..."

How can I forgive you, never leave you
You know that if you live like, you will die like
Haven of Emotion, Mournful Ocean
Heiress of the Evening Sings in silence

"I need to have now, my daily sin..."

For all your life I prayed for time
To show you where the light lies
Now this is the end
One rose for the memory of the innosence...

"I know, my Father, I cannot win..."

Never will forgive you, never leave you
You know that if you live like, you will die like
How can I erase your pain and aid you
When Death wants to kiss you and you want kiss Him back...

Sonata Arctica

http://ff.stumbleupon.com/review/2290604/

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 02:05:24 -0700

i'm compelled to you, you don't know
i hold your name in my mind like a nail
your eyes grow bigger and bigger
i'm compelled to you, you don't know
i warm myself up with you
trees prepare for the autumn
is this city the old istanbul
clouds crumble in the dark
street lamps are suddenly alight
smell of rain on the sidewalks
i'm compelled to you, you're not here

to love is sometimes dismally apprehensive
a man is suddenly tired in an afternoon
captive because of living on a razor
sometimes his passion breaks his hands
makes out a couple of lives from his living
whenever he knocks a door, sometimes,
behind is the wicked humming of loneliness

a poor gramophone plays in fatih
plays an old friday from old times
let me stop on a corner and listen without interrupting
let me give you a brand new sky
what should i do, what should i hold on to, where can i go
i'm compelled to you, you're not here.

maybe you're a kid in june with blue spots
oh, nobody knows you, nobody knows
a towboat leaks from your desolate eyes
maybe you're boarding a plane in yesilkoy
you got wet completely, you shiver
maybe you're blind, broke, hectic
bad wind blows your hair away

whenever i think of a living
maybe it's hard in this dance of the wolves
unspotted, but without dirtying our hands
whenever i think of a living
i say "shut up" and start with your name
your secret seas budging along myself
no, it's not possible in another way
i'm compelled to you, you don't know.

-- Atilla Ilhan

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Tue, 08 Feb 2005 01:19:31 -0800

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