child

• http://i.imgur.com/wofzx.jpg (bkz: penguen çocuk)
• given to the wild albümünde yer alan güzel bir the maccabees şarkısı.
  
  never as a child
  would you give this time of day
  you would take it from the shadows
  and you give it another name
  
  but now it’s all that’s left
  now it’s all that’s left
  
  and though it awful gentle takes you
  and it awful slowly leaves
  it’s a weight i wouldn’t wish upon
  and i wish i wouldn’t have to wait
  
  but now it’s all that’s left
  now it’s all that’s left
  now it’s all that’s left
  now it’s all that’s left
  
  never as a child
  never as a child
  now it’s so vivid
  now it’s so vivid
  now it’s so vivid
  now it’s so vivid
  
  given to the wild
  given to the wilder ways
  while the ways of a child
  are whiled away, whiled away
  
  now it’s all that’s left
  now it’s all that’s left
• as i see you here a sleep,
  arms wide open your eyes a little weird.
  and a shivering on the rhythm,
  of the deeds of a very old man.
  i want to heal this life in which you have been,
  to wash away the things you should not have seen.
  to shoot the bastards in your head.
  as i forgot that you are already dead.
  
  the wounded. monument albümünden. içten içe işleyen cinsten.
• edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros parçası. sakin, dingin, yağmurlu.
• türkçesi:
  
  çocuk
  
  güzel bir şeydir kesinlikle berrak gözün.
  renkle ve ördeklerle doldurmak isterim onu,
  yeni olanın hayvanat bahçesiyle
  
  ki tefekküre dalarsın adlarıyla –
  nisan kardeleni, kızılderili piposu,
  dümdüz
  
  küçük bitki sapı,
  muhteşem ve geleneksel tasvirlerde
  birleşebilir
  
  ellerin bu sıkıntılı
  burulması değil, bu yıldızsız
  karanlık tavan
  
  sylvia plath (1932-1963, abd)
  çeviren: ismail haydar aksoy
• (bkz: sweet child o mine)
• "the child is father of the man."
  demişler ya, vay anasını.
  
  ama babacığım, desem..
• (bkz: child in time)
• free grubunun free at last albumunden, hayati boyunca aklinin sesini dinlemis, ancak altin bir dolunayin parladigi bir gece duydugu, ismini cagiran bir sesin buyusune kapilip, bir anda kendini, tirmanmayi hayalinden bile gecirmedigi kocaman bir dagin zirvesinde, tutsak yuregiyle, yapayalniz bulan, hayati bir masal zanneden buyumeyen cocuklar icin bir sarki:
  
  child you're talking of freedom
  painted on your garden wall
  it's not there at all
  child you're talking of wisdom
  you say wisdom is a golden rule
  you ain't no fool
  but you don't know who it is
  who calls your name
  in the light of the golden moon
  you don't know who it is who brought you here
  and chained up your heart
  so soon
  
  child you're life is a fairytale
  and it's not the same
  and the clouds
  you're hiding behind
  in your misty mind have disappeared
  like a sailor far from the shores of your dreams
  and far from the love of your home
  sailor lost on your own misty seas
  and the chains on your heart, baby
  might be my love
  might be my love
  
  it's so confusing
  and you feel that you're loosing yourself
  but, there over the mountain
  you thought you'd never have to climb
  there's a road
  reaching and stretching
  to the corner of your mind
  like a river casts aside the dust
  and grows and grows as it flows
  the feeling deep inside of you
  must break like a dam
  so set you free
  so set you free
  so set you free.
• (bkz: freechild)