fareyi tutup kuyruğundan damlayan mürekkeple yazıyorum
.
yelkeni çeviriyorum
istediğim rotadayım
.
fırtınam sesinin tayfında
tabelalarımı yerinden söküyor
.
oynağım rolü
boynumdan çıkartıyor
.
o çemberin içine girmek tamamen delilikti
bütün yozluklara gönüllü toz
.
.ah.
unutmadan
yabancı kalanlar için tanıştırayım
tepe kamerası gurablista'nın azı dişi
misina geven nüshasıdır
asla şu sağ tarafta duran solucan evcilleştiricisini (!) düşünmez
.
içerik değişse de tanım aynıdır
.
ama bu mercek
hafızam sinapslarla bocalandığı için
delik seyirlerini aktaramaz
.
paslanamaz elimde bu kamera
yerine koyma vakti
.
eldivenleri dişlerimle çıkarma vakti
.
kürek bir müzik
sandalım temiz
yakamozlar çivi
.
a picture hangs on my wall and hears what i talk about
i'm drawing circles and i'm getting dizzy now
oh, how have you been? i haven't seen you around
all is fine if you believe it, just don't talk about it
sit in a phone booth to act like you don't exist
i'm prescription-less but i'm making it
there's a hole in my window if you want to sneak in
there's a crack in my windshield and i'm waiting for it to cave in
my reflection is looking a lot older now
the wind is singing again
carrying me with it
glitter eyes from the drinks
we are so important
all of the lights from the clubs and the people's attention
all of the snakes sing their songs
we die for all of them
i'm not even your friend and i died for that
all of our selfish time spent
hoping no one will notice
fragile mouth's in our hands
didn't you notice?
Jonathan, give me life. To the South Atlantic Ocean, I'll retire. Hunting down schemes after dark, We'll drink until our eyeballs bust.
But you're already blind and you're stayin' up to piss in this dirt And if I boil down, will the others realize what I'm worth, worth to you? Boy, you've been here for two hundred years
One jug of rye and I disintegrate. You old motherfucker, make my memories erupt.
When she held out her hand and I came in the way that I left If I could design a moment, I'd have wept, wept for you Boy, you've been here for two hundred years.
The falling face of Ellis Island
Was she truant or behind?
What did you see back then?
Was she divine?
They were out there
In the back roads
Making time to drink their tea
What did you sense back then?
Did you feel defeat?
One day they’ll find you westward
Too dazed to find the scene
Sitting on the red boat
Sipping on the finest new vaccine
Have faith in dark days
They will turn around
It takes one to know one
Since you’ve been around
And if you see something
In a seated plastic smile
You better say something
If you haven’t seen it in a while
(All hands in the doorway
They never see you
All hands in the doorway again)
Have faith in dark days
They will turn around
It takes one to know one
Since you’ve been around
When it breaks down
And the rest is seen
“The fall” is all they’ll say
When you come home
And your home is gone
And you’re on your own again
Will you count twice
When the count is out
And you count
Who’s on the floor
The beat goes on
Although you thought
The writing’s on the door
It’s just some time
That’s better spent
Working in the mind
When you can’t retreat
And you can’t speak sweet
And you can’t fake all the time
Will you wait and keep the weight
Or will you break the door?
It takes one to know the way
Tell me, can you hope for more?
Have faith in dark days
They will turn around
It takes one to know one
Since you’ve been around
