four in the morning
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ivynin in the clear albümünden ölümcül bir şarkı.
i never knew i was close to you
you seemed so dead inside
i kept trying just to see it through
just to be with you, just to take a ride
promise me that you’ll do your best
it’s all on you—you’re all that’s left
i never knew what i meant to you
i guess that’s no surprise
four in the morning and i’ve got that feeling
clock’s ticking but my heart’s not beating
eyes open and i’m staring at the ceiling
tell me that you’re leaving; give me something to believe in
doo woo, doo doo
i never left, i just held my breath
i kept it all inside
i never guessed if you knew the rest
there was nothing much written in your eyes
promise me that you’ll let it go
it’s all i’ve got; i need to know
i never knew what to make of you
i guess that’s no surprise
four in the morning and i’ve got that feeling
clock’s ticking but my heart’s not beating
four in the morning and i’ve got that feeling
clock’s ticking but my heart’s not beating
eyes open and i’m staring at the ceiling
tell me that you’re leaving; give me something to believe in
four in the morning and i’ve got that feeling
clock’s ticking but my heart’s not beating
eyes open and i’m staring at the ceiling
tell me that you’re leaving; give me something to believe in
doo woo, doo doo
doo woo, doo doo
doo woo, doo doo
doo woo, doo doo -
bu şarkının adının bir önemi var. boşuna yazılmamış bu sözler. sihiri orda yatıyor zaten. üçbeş nöbetlerinin tam ortasında çaldığında dinlerseniz sırrına vakıf olabiliyorsunuz.
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hakkında her geçen gün yeni komplo teorileri türemektedir. hadi hayırlısı.
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anthony simmons'un yönettiği 1965 yapımı film. aynı yıl locarno film festivali'nde en iyi film ödülünü kazandı.
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four in the morning by wislawa szymborska
the hour from night to day.
the hour from side to side.
the hour for those past thirty.
the hour swept clean to the crowing of cocks.
the hour when earth betrays us.
the hour when wind blows from extinguished stars.
the hour of and-what-if-nothing-remains-after-us.
the hollow hour.
blank, empty.
the very pit of all other hours.
no one feels good at four in the morning.
if ants feel good at four in the morning
--three cheers for the ants. and let five o'clock come
if we're to go on living.
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