the priest

• limp bizkit in the unquestionable truth albumunden bir parca.sozlerise boyle:
  
  it could be the absinth talking
  (i dont think so)
  i dont either
  ive gotta find a new place
  a new place to feed
  gotta be
  
  stop everything, something is not feeling right
  the planets are not all aligned
  i know when i felt this before
  my evil is thirsty for more
  i need a new allie to feed
  what can i do?
  i've got an idea
  i think i'll just become a priest
  decieving them with my belief
  i'll preach about what life is worth
  and cover my sins with their shirts
  my demons can run around free
  no one will suspect a thing
  i'll show them its okay to lust
  a priest in a church you can trust
  i found a new allie to feed
  
  baptized by the unexpected
  terrorized by the imperfections
  
  somethings not right
  the planets are not all aligned
  i know when i felt this before
  my evil is thirsty for more
  i need a new allie to feed
  what can i do?
  i've got an idea
  i think i'll just become a priest
  decieving them with my belief
  i'll preach about what life is worth
  and cover my sins with their shirts
  my demons can run around free
  no one will suspect a thing
  i'll show them its okay to lust
  a priest in a church you can trust
  i found a new allie to feed
  
  baptized by the unexpected
  terrorized by the imperfections
  baptized by the unexpected
  terrorized by the imperfections
  
  oh my god
  im watching tv
  i cant
  oh whats this world coming to
  i see a priest molesting children
  i see terrorists blowing up buildins
  i see someone in rage
  killing dimebag on stage
  what the fuck is this?
  what the fuck is this?
  i got a kid
  should i send him to sunday school?
  i got a kid
  should i send him to sunday school?
  so you can fuck him
  oh no you aint gonna fuck him
  how bout this?
  i dont fucking know who i can trust
  in this world and i'm gonna blow
  one more time
  i'm not that scared
  
  something is not feeling right
  the planets are not all aligned
  i know when i felt this before
  my evil is thirsty for more
  i need a new allie to feed
  
  baptized by the unexpected
  terrorized by the imperfections
  baptized by the unexpected
  terrorized by the imperfections
• tas gibi bir johnny marr & maxine peake sarkisi.
  
  orijinal ingilizce sozler
  
  ı am on my way to the salvation army, see if ı can get something to eat.
  ı'm skint and ı don't know a soul.
  on the street, where the sally army is, ı am approached by two guys.
  "d'you want to buy any gear?" ı am asked.
  "what sort of gear?"
  "skag, smack ma'am."
  "nah, no thanks - it's not my thing."
  "what about crack then?"
  "nah, not my thing either," ı reply.
  "spice?''
  "no''
  "what about a drink then eh?"
  "nah," ı reply. "ı'm not drinking at the minute, got stuff to sort."
  "what!? are you a fuckin vicar?!"
  laughing, they make their way onwards leaving me to scrounge a bit of breakfast at the sally army.
  the following day ı am on my way to another place that provides food for homeless people, ı come across the same two guys. they see me and one says to the other "watch out, it's the priest!" they stand in a prayer stance. ı look round, there is no priest.
  
  "arite priest" one of the guys says to me as ı make it to the doorway of the free food place. they are talking to me.
  "arite" ı reply and make my way to the door in full realisation that ı had been on the streets of this city for four days and ı had already been tagged.
  maybe had a street name: priest!
  
  sleeping rough is a dangerous thing.
  people spend their nights awake.
  me, well ı try not to worry too much about it.
  ıf someone grabs me at night and kills me to death… may not be a bad thing.
  not that ı would welcome it, ı just don't want to think about it too much.
  
  guy comes along to where we are sleeping, another fucking visitor. he's about 25/30 years old, from coatbridge and he's well 'refreshed'.
  his mates have ditched him, he's missed his train home and he wants to talk.
  ı want to sleep. ıt's gonna be a long night.
  
  watch out! ıt's the priest!
  ı had been on the streets of this city and ı don't know a soul.
  watch out! ıt's the priest!
  
  "arite there pal, what you doin' here?"
  "tryin to sleep."
  "ı've missed ma train n ma pals huv all fucked off n uv got naewhere tae kip…
  you homeless then?"
  "yes.'' ''yep."
  "you look oot ay it," he says. "are ye kitted up?"
  "no, ı am just very tired and it's after two in the morning".
  "ı hud a bit 'o' coke earlier on."
  oh for fuck's sake!
  ıt's gonna be a long night...
  
  watch out! ıt's the priest!
  
  turkce cevirim
  
  asevine gidiyorum, belki bir parca bir sey yiyebilirim diye
  meteliksizim, elimden tutan yok.
  asevine giderken yolda, iki cocuk sokuldu yanima
  "bir sey ister misin" diye sordular bana
  "nasil seyler?"
  "eroin, kaliteli maldir abla"
  "yok hayir sagol. ben kullanmiyorum."
  "kokaine ne dersin oyleyse?"
  "yok onu da kullanmiyorum" dedim
  "bonzai?"
  "hayir"
  "alkole ne dersin peki?"
  "yok" dedim "simdi icmem, yapacak islerim var"
  "yok artik! sutten cikmis ak kasik misin be!?"
  kahkahalar icinde birakip gittiler beni, ben kahvalti icin asevinden bir seyler asirmaya giderken
  ertesi gun evsizlere yemek dagitan bir baska yere gidiyordum, ayni cocuklari gordum. beni gorduler, biri digerine dedi ki "aa bak, mesih geciyor!" dua etmeye durdular. etrafima bakindim, mesih yoktu.
  
  "selam mesih" cocuklardan biri bana seslendi ben bedavaya bir seyler yemeye giderken.
  "selam" dedim. kapidan girerken iceri, bir anda farkettim ki 4 gun oldu yalnizca buraya geleli ve beni coktan fislediler.
  bir lakabim bile var: mesih
  
  yerlerde yatmak tehlikeli.
  cogu gecelerini uyanik geciriyor.
  bence cok kafama takmiyorum.
  biri gecenin korunde tutup oldururse beni... belki cok da kotu olmaz.
  hani olsun istemezdim de, cok kafama da takmam.
  
  adamin biri uyudugumuz yere geldi, bir baska ziyaretci daha. 25-30 yaslarinda, coatbridge'den, pek de neseli.
  arkadaslari ekmis bunu, treni kacirmis, muhabbet etmek istiyor.
  uyumak istiyorum. uzun bir gece olacak.
  
  aa bak! mesih geciyor!
  sokaklardayim, elimden tutan yok.
  aa bak! mesih geciyor!
  
  "selam babalik, ne yapiyorsun burada?"
  "uyumaya calisiyorum"
  "treni kacirdim, arkadaslarim ekip gittiler, kalacak yerim de yok. evsiz misin sen?"
  "evet. hihi."
  "iyi gorunuyorsun. kafan mi guzel?"
  "yok, cok yorgunum sadece, saat gecenin ikisi olmus"
  "koko cektim ben gece"
  sansimi sikeyim!
  gece uzun olacak...
  
  aa bak! mesih geciyor!
• efsane dinamik bir şarkı, altyapısı muazzam, maxine peake’in konuşmasını saatlerce dinleyebilirim. johnny marr zaten yaşayan efsane kısaca üçlü kombo bir şarkı. nasıl bu kadar underrated kalmış anlamadım.