stories

• happy people have no stories i konu edinmis therapy sarkisi
• tracy chapman ın yaran şarkısı.
  
  there is fiction in the space between
  you and me
• ing.katlar, hikayeler
  (bkz: story)
• (bkz: sozlerini de yazayim tam olsun)
  
  get into the car and keep it down
  city lights look like warnings now
  she's got someone that pays for things
  trust me she won't miss a thing
  
  come with me and believe me
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  
  i get by on what i have
  less than jesus, more than dad
  enough to keep me in this state
  ticking through to the next escape
  
  come with me and believe me
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  
  i woke up late and i rolled the stone
  laziness and death in one
  you were once a gentleman
  ended up a bitter man
  
  come with me and believe me
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  yeah (happy people have no stories)
  
  happy people have no stories
• therapy?'nin infernal love(1995) albümünden bi parça..
  
  (bkz: happy people have no stories)
• nowhere'den ayrı düşünemediğim parça..
  onun devamı gibidir aynen, sadece ondaki ümitsizliğin yanındaki hüzünün yerini hınç almış gibidir..
• uzun sure "happy people, end of story" diye anladigim ve o haliyle bile anlamli gelmis sarki. pek cok therapy sarkisinda oldugu gibi, arkadaslar arasinda soylemesi gercekten zevklidir.
• victor lazlo'nun she isimli albümünden süper bir şarkı.
• viktor lazlo tarafindan soylenen bu guzide sarkinin sozleri ;
  
  i remember quite clearly now when this story happened.
  
  the autumn leaves were floating and measured down to
  the ground.
  recovering the lake where we use to swim like children
  
  on the sun would dare to shine. that time, we used to
  be happy
  well, i thought we were, but the truth was that—
  you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell
  me
  on that precious night watching the lake vaguely
  conscious
  you said: our story was ending. now i'm standing here
  no one to wipe away my tears, no one to keep me warm
  and no one to walk along with, no one to make me feel
  no one to make me while, oh! what am i to do?
  i'm standing here alone, it doesn't seem so clear to
  me
  what am i supposed to do about this burning, heart of
  mine
  oh! what am i to do? or how should i react? oh! tell
  me please!
  the rain was killing the last days of summer
  you had been killing my last breath of love
  since a long time ago
  i still don't think i am gunna make it through another
  love story
  you took it all away from me
  and there i stand, i knew i was gonna be the .....
  the one left behind.
  but still i'm watching the lake vaguely conscious
  and i know---my life is ending
• (bkz: stories from the city stories from the sea)