fear of a blank planet

• ustun insan steven wilson yine yapacagini yapmis anlasilan.. gerek muzikal gerekse sozel anlamda uzerinde saatlerce konusabilecek bir album cikarmis ortaya..
  
  oncelikle belirtmek lazim ki fear of a blank planet ismi public enemy'nin 1990 cikisli fear of a black planet'ine direk bir gonderme.. black, blank'e donmus ki steven wilson'un kendisinin acikladigi uzere gunumuzun sorunu irkciliktan cok "bo$"luk.. ozelde yeni neslin, genelde ise toplumsal duzenin geldigi yoz nokta daniel gildenlow'dan sonra steven abimizi de rahatsiz etmis olacak ki tum albumu bu rahatsizligina tercuman olacak sekilde yazmis..
  
  yapisi acisindan album ortasinda bulunan 17 dakikalik insanustu sarki anesthetize'in uzerine oturtulmus gibi.. onun onune ve arkasina my ashes ve sentimental gibi iki yumusak yastik yerlestirilmis.. fear of blank planet albumun soz ve muzik olarak en sert yerini olusturmus.. way out of here gibi oldurme tesebbusu bir sarki, sleep together tarafindan sakinlestirilerek album bitirilmis.. genel olarak sound, karmasik sarki yapilari ve daha teknik enstruman kullanimlariyla pt'nin lightbulb sun oncesi gunlerini andiriyor.. ayrica zaman zaman sertlesir gibi gozukse de album genelinde bir denge hali var..
  
  lafi fazla uzatmadan soyleyebiliriz ki steven wilson ve porcupine tree kariyerlerinin dorugunda.. albumun ilk saniyesinden son anina kadar her yerinden kalite ve yetenek akiyor.. bence pt ve ya prog seven sevmeyen herkesin dinlemesi gereken bir olay.. bugunlerde "blank" olmayan, soyleyecek sozu olan album bulmak o kadar zor ki..
  
  son olarak albume adini veren sarkinin sozleri soyle,
  
  sunlight coming through the haze
  no gaps in the blinds
  to let it inside
  the bed is unmade
  some music still plays
  
  tv yeah it’s always on
  a flicker of a screen
  a movie actor screams
  i’m basking in the sh*t
  flowing out of it
  
  i’m stoned in the mall again
  terminally bored
  shuffling round the stores
  and shoplifting is getting
  so last year's thing
  
  x-box is a god to me
  my finger on the switch
  my mother is a bitch
  my father gave up
  ever trying to talk to me
  
  don’t try engaging me
  the vaguest of shrugs
  the prescription drugs
  you’ll never find
  the person inside
  
  my face is mogadon
  curiosity has given up on me
  i’m tuning out his eyes
  the pills are on the rise
  
  how can i be sure i’m here?
  the pills that i’ve been taking confuse me
  i need to know that someone sees them
  there’s nothing left to simply end up here
  
  i’m through with pornography
  the acting is lame
  the action is tame
  explicitly dull
  arousal annulled
  
  your mouth should be boarded up
  talking all day
  with nothing to say
  your shallow proclamations
  all disinformation
  
  my friend says he wants to die
  he’s in a band
  they sound like pearl jam
  the clothes are all black
  the music is crap
  
  in school i don’t concentrate
  sex is kind of fun
  but just another one
  all of the empty ways
  of using up a day
  
  how can i be sure i’m here?
  the pills that i’ve been taking confuse me
  i need to know that someone sees them
  there’s nothing left to simply end up here
  
  bipolar disorder
  can’t deal with the boredom
  bipolar disorder
  can’t deal with the boredom
  
  don't try and feel like you don’t mind
  you feel no sun
  you steal a gun
  to kill time
  
  somewhere you know where, you don’t care
  catch the breeze
  it still relieves
  so nowhere…