slow graffiti

• acid houseun ikinci oykusu yufka yurekli johnnynin en duygusal yerinde kadife gibi sesle, kemanla,gitarla yavas yavas yukselen yurek ezen belle and sebastian sarkisi. parca tesirlidir,(listen coniii),sozler asagida:
  
  there's a portrait
  in a back room,
  which i keep for days upon, which i relent
  and gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some
  imaginary friend.
  
  so how about it?
  show me please how i will look in twenty years
  and let me please,
  interpret history in every line and scar that's painted
  there in front of me.
  
  it doesn't matter what i'm thinking
  what i tell myself to do
  i'll end up calling.
  
  i stay in to defrost the fridge
  now the kid has gone to bed
  a feeling of dread.
  at least when she's around the troubles there,
  it's worse to wake up with her falling round the room.
  
  listen johnny; you're like a mother
  to the girl you've fallen for,
  and you're still falling.
  
  listen johnny;
  you're like a mother to the girl you've fallen for,
  and you're still falling,
  and if they come tonight
  you'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you next.
• işi gücü bıraktım, 20 sene sonra nerede, ne yapıyor olacağımı düşünüyorum bunun yüzünden. aslında o kadar uzun vadeli düşünmeye de gerek yok, 1 sene sonra nerede olacağımı söylesinler yeter. hı jonny?