lorelei

• theatre of tragedynin aegis albumunde guzel bir $arki. ayrica bir zamanlarki nickim..
• aslinda bir alman efsanesi, zamaninda okumu$tuk, lorelei ayni odysseus'u cagiran siren'ler gibi gemicileri yalniz ba$ina oturup agladigi kayalara dogru ceker, tekneler de kayalara carpip batarlar. yine olan gariban denizcilere olur.
• ...bazıları sarışın sever'de marilyn monroe'nun canlardığı karakter.
• vasatin ustunde bir cocteau twins parcasi
• theatre of tragedy - aegis
  
  færie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;
  a serenade siren'd to lure - zounds! not to court me?
  a mænad, yet the sweetest colleen -
  certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
  
  lorelei,
  a poet of tragedies, scribe i lauds to death,
  yet who the hell was i to dare?
  lorelei,
  canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
  canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
  
  dædally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
  for all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
  caus'd for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée;
  in the midst did i swainly cast thee my bouquet:
  the one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
  bellow´d bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
  
  lorelei,
  a poet of tragedies, scribe i lauds to death,
  yet who the hell was i to dare?
  lorelei,
  canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
  canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
  
  perchance author i thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
  doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
  'tween æther and 'nether art thou the peerless phœnix -
  prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix
• cocteau twins in olanın lyricleri de aşağıdaki gibidir:
  
  get off the car
  kick his chain, kick his pride
  get him soaked hit run
  lift up your toes
  in my mouth
  and we can make love
  and we can go
  we're covered by the sacred fire
  when you come to me, you come to broke
  
  without a doubt
  
  we're covered by the sacred fire
  when you come to me, you come to me broke
  guilty girl, guilty boy
  get to make out
  him chocked with mousse
  lift up your toes
  in my mouth
  and we can make love
  and we can go
• alman dağ köylerinde çobanların uzak mesafelerden birbirine seslenme biçimi.gırtlaktan çıkan kendine özgü bir tonu vardır.kış aylarında heyelan ve çığ düşmesine neden olduğu için yasaklandığını duymuştum.
• bir alman efsanesinin sarı uzun saçlı kadın kahramanı.
  lorelei, ren nehrine bakan yüksek kayalıklarda oturur ve altın rengi saçlarını tararken şarkılar söyler. lorelei'ın büyüsüne kendini kaptıran gemiciler, gözlerini ve kulaklarını ondan alamaz ve biraz daha yaklaşırlar kayalara.. gemileri kayalıklara çarpar ve lorelei'in büyüsü ölüme götürür denizcileri...
  
  aşağıdaki şiir, lorelei efsanesini anlatır:
  
  ich weiß nicht was soll es bedeuten
  daß ich so traurig bin;
  ein märchen aus alten zeiten,
  das kommt mir nicht aus dem sinn.
  
  die luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
  und ruhig fließt der rhein;
  der gipfel des berges funkelt
  im abendsonnenschein.
  
  die schönste jungfrau sitzet
  dort oben wunderbar;
  ihr goldnes geschmeide blitzet,
  sie kämmt ihr goldenes haar.
  
  sie kämmt es mit goldenem kamme
  und singt ein lied dabei;
  das hat eine wundersame,
  gewaltige melodei.
  
  den schiffer im kleinen schiffe
  er greift es mit wildem weh;
  er schaut nicht die felsenriffe,
  es schaut nur hinauf in die höh'.
  
  ich glaube, die wellen verschlingen
  am ende schiffer und kahn;
  und das hat mit ihrem singen
  die lorelei getan.
• şarkılarıyla^*** gemicileri ayartıp^* ölüme sürükleyen^* deniz kızlarıdır^* bunlar.
• sylvia plath'ın bir şiiri..
  
  it is no night to drown in:
  a full moon, river lapsing
  black beneath bland mirror-sheen,
  
  the blue water-mists dropping
  scrim after scrim like fishnets
  though fishermen are sleeping,
  
  the massive castle turrets
  doubling themselves in a glass
  all stillness. yet these shapes float
  
  up toward me, troubling the face
  of quiet. from the nadir
  they rise, their limbs ponderous
  
  with richness, hair heavier
  than sculptured marble. they sing
  of a world more full and clear
  
  than can be. sisters, your song
  bears a burden too weighty
  for the whorled ear's listening
  
  here, in a well-steered country,
  under a balanced ruler.
  deranging by harmony
  
  beyond the mundane order,
  your voices lay siege. you lodge
  on the pitched reefs of nightmare,
  
  promising sure harborage;
  by day, descant from borders
  of hebetude, from the ledge
  
  also of high windows. worse
  even than your maddening
  song, your silence. at the source
  
  of your ice-hearted calling-
  drunkenness of the great depths.
  o river, i see drifting
  
  deep in your flux of silver
  those great goddesses of peace.
  stone, stone, ferry me down there.