(Source: ivanhache)
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İzliyorsak sebebi var.
I am gross and perverted
Im obsessed n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious
But you can’t look away
I make you think Im delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin out
From your tv set
You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don’t need you
Don’t got for help…no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
That’s right, folks..
Don’t touch that dial
Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin along on your livinroom floor
I am the slime from your video
Cant stop the slime, people, lookit me go
(Source: Wikipedia)
Bilirsiniz, Tumblr’da(ve bir çok internet sitesinde) önceki gönderilere bakmak için “older” butonunu kullanıyoruz. Bu buton bana gençliğimi boşa harcadığımı, harcıyor olduğumu hatırlatıyor. Sanki o ibare “yaşlan” diyor bana. Yine bilirsiniz ki “older” daha yaşlı da demektir. Zaman çok hızlı geçiyor ve yapmak istediğim şeyleri yapamamaktan korkmaktan bile korkuyorum. Ben bir dışarı çıkayım ve mümkünse Halide’den kulaklığımı takmamasını rica edeyim. Ellleeeeh
ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
you fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
kicking around on a place of ground in your home town
waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
(Source: ozlemhepsen)
Ewan McGregor sevmeyen insandan hoşlanmıyorum.
‘Street Spirit’ is our purest song, but I didn’t write it. It wrote itself. We were just its messengers; its biological catalysts. Its core is a complete mystery to me, and, you know, I wouldn’t ever try to write something that hopeless. All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve. ‘Street Spirit’ has no resolve. It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition. We all have a way of dealing with that song. It’s called detachment. Especially me; I detach my emotional radar from that song, or I couldn’t play it. I’d crack. I’d break down on stage. That’s why its lyrics are just a bunch of mini-stories or visual images as opposed to a cohesive explanation of its meaning. I used images set to the music that I thought would convey the emotional entirety of the lyric and music working together. That’s what’s meant by ‘all these things you’ll one day swallow whole’. I meant the emotional entirety, because I didn’t have it in me to articulate the emotion. I’d crack…
Our fans are braver than I to let that song penetrate them, or maybe they don’t realise what they’re listening to. They don’t realise that ‘Street Spirit’ is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes, and knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he’ll get the last laugh. And it’s real, and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception, and if I let myself think about that too long, I’d crack.
I can’t believe we have fans that can deal emotionally with that song. That’s why I’m convinced that they don’t know what it’s about. It’s why we play it towards the end of our sets. It drains me, and it shakes me, and hurts like hell every time I play it, looking out at thousands of people cheering and smiling, oblivious to the tragedy of its meaning, like when you’re going to have your dog put down and it’s wagging its tail on the way there. That’s what they all look like, and it breaks my heart. I wish that song hadn’t picked us as its catalysts, and so I don’t claim it. It asks too much. I didn’t write that song.
Thom Yorke
Halide bu yazıyı İngilizce okumuştu, asıl trajedi daha sonra Türkçesinin olduğunu görmesiydi. Memnundu ama.
Müzik sever insanın bu parçayı sevmemesine imkan yok bence. Ne ararsan var. Blues, jazz. Harika, harika!
