candidate

• ingilizcede aday.
• (bkz: blind date)
• rc nin c si
• bir david bowie parçası.
  
  i'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
  we'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake
  my set is amazing, it even smells like a street
  there's a bar at the end where i can meet you and your friend
  someone scrawled on the wall "i smell the blood of les tricoteuses"
  who wrote up scandals in other bars
  
  i'm having so much fun with the poisonous people
  spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up
  some make you sing and some make you scream
  one makes you wish that you'd never been seen
  but there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache
  making bullet-proof faces, charlie manson, cassius clay
  if you want it, boys, get it here, thing
  
  so you scream out of line
  "i want you! i need you! anyone out there? any time?"
  tres butch little number whines "hey dirty, i want you
  when it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad i go to pieces"
  if you want it, boys, get it here, thing
  
  well, on the street where you live i could not hold up my head
  for i put all i have in another bed
  on another floor, in the back of a car
  in the cellar of a church with the door ajar
  well, i guess we must be looking for a different kind
  but we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds
  'til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
  who press you on the ground while shaking in fright
  i guess we could cruise down one more time
  with you by my side, it should be fine
  we'll buy some drugs and watch a band
  then jump in the river holding hands
• kapkaranlik bir joy division sarkisi. new dawn fades , disorder gibi saheserleri barindiran unknown pleasures albumunde yer alir . ilk dinleyiste dikkati cekmeyebilir , oysa ilk notalari bile karanligin habercisidir .yavas yavas oldurur.
  
  forced by the pressure, the territory's marked
  no longer the pleasure, i've since lost the heart
  corrupted from memory, no longer the power
  it's creeping up slowly, that last fatal hour
  i don't know what made me, what gave me the right
  to mess with your values and change wrong to right
  
  please keep your distance , the trail leads to here
  there's blood on your fingers brought on by fear
  i campaigned for nothing, i worked hard for this
  i tried to get to you, you treat me like this
  it's just second nature, it's what we've been shown
  we're living by your rules, that's all that we know.
  i tried to get to you.
• onyedinci yüzyılda, "parlamak" anlamına gelen proto hint-avrupa kökü kand-'dan^* ve latince "beyaz, saf, samimi" anlamına gelen "candidum" kelimesinden geçmiş olan kelime, "beyaz giysili" demektir. eski roma'da kamuya hizmet üzere seçilmek isteyen adayların, bağlılık ve tevazu ifadesi olarak beyaz togalar giymesinden esinlenerek türetilmiş bir kelimedir.
• hayatim boyunca duydugum her turlu sesi tekrar gozden geciriyorum ama kulaklarım aracılıgıyla beynimde yer edinen;kirilgan ve kirilganligi ile esdeger olarak saldirgan olmayi basarabilmis boyle baska hicbir sey yok. (sadece kirilgan veya saldirgan degil;daha kirilgan ya da daha saldirgan da degil;kirilgan ve saldirgan;ki bunun nedeni kesinlikle ian curtis'tir)
  milyarlarca dinleyisin ardindan,hala;bittiginde ayni saskin ifade ve-mucizevi bir sekilde- zihnim tamamen bos olarak kalakaliyorum.
• joy division'ın en tekinsiz havaya sahip şarkısı belki de. dinledikten sonra etkilenmemek elde değil. istemsizce karşınıza çıktıysa bi dakika ya noluyo, kötü bişey olacak herhalde gibi düşüncelere kapılmanızı sağlayacak bir girişi vardır ki tüm şarkı boyunca da devam eder zaten. ian da girdi mi işin içine tamamdır artık.
• inanılmaz bir joy division parçası, sigara eşliğinde dinlenilmeli. he bu arada, i tried to get to you!
• demo versiyonunu daha bi sevdiğim joy division şaheseri