yesterlove

• mukemmel bir the lemonheads sarkisi. dinlerken ruyaya yatip, misil uyu.
  
  the dawn is touching many sleeping windows
  with its fingers burning coldly in the mist
  
  the sea it runs restless
  with its seary nerves a walking
  and it dreams of ages long ago, have been disturbed
  i'm standing in the shadow of the eastward searching sky
  and i'm searching for the peace that i have lost
  
  and the soul of me is screaming
  with the gamuts and the goads
  with he's hopeless, for i know that i am lost
  
  for you are far away across the swirling plain that is
  
  before me
  a year ago i said goodbye
  
  you wondered of the dryness of my eyes
  as you are quickly, through the ripple, wrinkled sand
  out of my life, like it never understands and why
  it never turned toward a rest, goodbye
  
  you can see the place where once we walked with heads
  
  together talking
  and our faded shrinking footprints left to sigh
  that we were no sun or others
  the walls are down between us
  and we thought as one
  the moon was shining in our eyes
  
  a thousand words that we would not have time too say
  and all the thoughts that i had never thought before
  and you once whispered
  'this is one for everything that happens'
  and the things we said were ancient and unknowing
  and our hands are always touching
  though it just was not enough, ..... to only see you
  
  and the sun has thrown the world in spinning circles
  once again the dawn is bridging night and day
  
  and i stare at the new horizons
  while it shimmers in the distance
  with the tears in my eyes
  raise the sun too strong is shining
  
  all the clouds in silence of the moon
  the sky is drawn in beauty
  another dawn and new beginning
  
  suddenly i know that it is over
  and the sorrow washes through me
  touching all my dreams of chorus
  and i know its only passing
  for the hurt begins to fade
  in that instant, i can see creation
  and the single beam of sunlight
  
  and i thank you for the lesson that i'm learning
  for you gave me my first love
  not as surely it was precious dear
  i thank you from the bottom of my broken heart ....
• sarı yaprak yağmurunda karaağaç yolunda yürünen bir günün şarkısı.
• aslen sam gopal şarkısıdır, daha durudur, yazın örülen kışın giyilen kazaktır, sandıkta saklanası.
  
  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1giohhgdscc
• yaz akşamlarında, balkonda anneyle keyifli bir muhabbetin ortasındayken fon müziği olarak çalmaya başlamış gibi hissettiren tsu şarkısı.
  
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evwo-rltjv4
• bir tsu şarkısı. yukarıda denildiği gibi tam bir yaz akşamı havası var şarkıda ama nedense ikilemleri de anımsattı bana. öyle büyük kararlar değil de, hayatın içine gizlenmiş, küçük ikilemlerden bahsediyorum. nispeten önemsiz ama hayatın akışında yeri olan ikilemler yani.
  
  tıraş olsam mı,
  yemeğe zeytinyağını şimdi mi döksem,
  bir değil de iki tane mi bira alsam,
  bir 5 dakika daha yatsam mı...
  
  amaaan diyip karar alınası yani, öyle işte. kısaca güzel şarkı, dinleyin.