see the stone set in your eyes
see the thorn twist in your side
i'll wait for you
sleight of hand and twist of fate
on a bed of nails she makes me wait
and i wait...without you
with or without you
with or without you
through the storm we reach the shore
you give it all but i want more
and i'm waiting for you
with or without you
with or without you
i can't live
with or without you
and you give yourself away
and you give yourself away
and you give
and you give
and you give yourself away
my hands are tied
my body bruised, she's got me with
nothing left to win
and nothing else to lose
and you give yourself away
and you give yourself away
and you give
and you give
and you give yourself away
with or without you
with or without you i can't live with or without you
Çarşamba, Aralık 20, 2006
sivas türküsü -zeynebim
zeynep bu güzellik var mı soyunda?
elvan elvan güller biter bağında
arife gününde, bayram ayında
zeynebim zeynebim allı zeynebim
beş köyün içinde şanlı zeynebim
zeynebe yaptırdım altından tarak
tara zülüflerin bir yana bırak
zeynebe gidemem yollar pek ırak
zeynebim zeynebim allı zeynebim
beş köyün içinde şanlı zeynebim
söğüdün yaprağı nârindir nârin
içerim yanıyor dışarım serin
zeynebi bu hafta ettiler gelin
zeynebim zeynebim allı zeynebim
beş köyün içinde şanlı zeynebim
kangaldan aşağı mamaşın köyü
derindir kuyusu serindir suyu
güzeller içinde zeynebin huyu
zeynebim zeynebim allı zeynebim
beş köyün içinde şanlı zeynebim
elvan elvan güller biter bağında
arife gününde, bayram ayında
zeynebim zeynebim allı zeynebim
beş köyün içinde şanlı zeynebim
zeynebe yaptırdım altından tarak
tara zülüflerin bir yana bırak
zeynebe gidemem yollar pek ırak
zeynebim zeynebim allı zeynebim
beş köyün içinde şanlı zeynebim
söğüdün yaprağı nârindir nârin
içerim yanıyor dışarım serin
zeynebi bu hafta ettiler gelin
zeynebim zeynebim allı zeynebim
beş köyün içinde şanlı zeynebim
kangaldan aşağı mamaşın köyü
derindir kuyusu serindir suyu
güzeller içinde zeynebin huyu
zeynebim zeynebim allı zeynebim
beş köyün içinde şanlı zeynebim
dream theatre - through her eyes
she never really had a chance
on that fateful moonlight night
sacrificed without a fight
a victim of her circumstance
now that i've become aware
and i've exposed this tragedya sadness grows inside of me
it all seems so unfair
i'm learning all about my life
by looking through her eyes
just beyond the churchyard gateswhere the grass is overgrown
i saw the writing on her stone
i felt like i would suffocate
in loving memory of our child
so innocent, eyes open wide
i felt so empty as i cried
like part of me had diedi'm learning all about my life
by looking through her eyesand as her image
wandered through my head
i wept just like a baby
as i lay awake in bed
and i know what it's like
to lose someone you love
and this felt just the same
she wasn't given any choice
desperation stole her voicei've been given so much more in life
i've got a son, i've got a wife
i had to suffer one last time
to grieve for her and say goodbye
relive the anguish of my past
to find out who i was at last
the door has opened wide
i'm turning with the tide
looking through her eyes
on that fateful moonlight night
sacrificed without a fight
a victim of her circumstance
now that i've become aware
and i've exposed this tragedya sadness grows inside of me
it all seems so unfair
i'm learning all about my life
by looking through her eyes
just beyond the churchyard gateswhere the grass is overgrown
i saw the writing on her stone
i felt like i would suffocate
in loving memory of our child
so innocent, eyes open wide
i felt so empty as i cried
like part of me had diedi'm learning all about my life
by looking through her eyesand as her image
wandered through my head
i wept just like a baby
as i lay awake in bed
and i know what it's like
to lose someone you love
and this felt just the same
she wasn't given any choice
desperation stole her voicei've been given so much more in life
i've got a son, i've got a wife
i had to suffer one last time
to grieve for her and say goodbye
relive the anguish of my past
to find out who i was at last
the door has opened wide
i'm turning with the tide
looking through her eyes
elvis costello -she (orjinali, charles aznavouryan'a ait )
she may be the face i can't forget
the trace of pleasure or regret
may be my treasure or the price i have to pay
she may be the song that summer sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
may be a hundred different things
within a measure of a day
she may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day in to a heaven or a hell
she may be the mirror of my dreams
her smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she would seem inside her shell
she would always seem so happy like a cloud
whose eyes can be so bright and so proud
no one's allowed to see them when they cry
she may be the love that cannot hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
but i'll remember 'til the day i die
she may be the reason i survive
the why and where for i'm alive
the one i'll care for through the rough and ready years
me, i'll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
the way she goes that, got to bethe meaning of my life is she
she,
she
the trace of pleasure or regret
may be my treasure or the price i have to pay
she may be the song that summer sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
may be a hundred different things
within a measure of a day
she may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day in to a heaven or a hell
she may be the mirror of my dreams
her smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she would seem inside her shell
she would always seem so happy like a cloud
whose eyes can be so bright and so proud
no one's allowed to see them when they cry
she may be the love that cannot hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
but i'll remember 'til the day i die
she may be the reason i survive
the why and where for i'm alive
the one i'll care for through the rough and ready years
me, i'll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
the way she goes that, got to bethe meaning of my life is she
she,
she
Çarşamba, Aralık 13, 2006
akgün akova - zeynep
zeynep söylesene
neden açmayıp yaktın sevgilinin gönderdiği mektubu
oysa biliyordun
onat kutlar’ın“yanmış bir giysinin küllerinden bir ipekböceğine ulaşılamaz” * dediğini
sırtımızı neden birbirimize değil de duvarlara dayıyoruz zeynep
kitap kurtlarımızı neden zehirliyorlar okullarda
ve sorularımıza neden doğru yanıt vermiyor öğretmenler
zeynep söylesene
neden yaralı kartalların düştüğü dağlara çıkıyoruz------------------------------------kıyı kahveleri dururken
ve nasıl yitiriyoruz analarımızı babalarımızın hoyratlığında
zamanın kestiği geri dönüşsüz bir bilet mi gençliğimiz-------------------ya da içimizde başka birileri mi var
niçin ağaç görünce kuşlardan utanıyoruz zeynep
“kafesin biri, bir kuş mu aramaya çıkmış”, * kafka’nın dediği gibi
yoksa
“her öten kuş, yardımcı olmuyor mu gerçekten göğe” *
bunu sana değil, erich fried’e soruyorum
ve kimden söz ediyor nietzsche,
“uçurumu sevenin kanatları olmalı” * derken
aşktan niçin korkuyoruz zeynep
aşık olduklarımıza hem tapıyor
hem boğmaya çalışıyoruz bir kaşık suda
paylaşılacak bir ekmeğin arasında yuva denen hapishaneye gizlice soktuğumuz bir törpü müdür aşk
bizi yakaladıkça hırpalayan bir yürek kabadayısı mıdır
geçmek için gölgesini arayan yaban atları mıdır aşıklar
yalnız sana değil kendime de soruyorum
soruyorum ve bellek evreninde başka soru yağmurlarıyla karşılaşıyorum
kim olduğumu anlamak için uçurumlara ve kanatlara bakıyorum
savaşlara ve barışlara
elmaslara ve buğdaylara
tekerleğe ve bilgisayara bakıyorum
anlamak için kim olduğumu
senin gözlerine bakıyorum zeynep
yanlış anlama ama neden yakmayıp açtın sevgilinin gönderdiği mektubu
akgün akova
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