paralytic

• dead poetic'in vices isimli albümünün 10 numaralı şarkısı.chino moreno da vokalleriyle katkıda bulunmuş kusursuzluk yakalanmış.
  
  sözlerini de yazalım;
  
  paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of
  my sincere affection, my undivided attention.
  
  lie where you won’t see yourself in that way.
  and we’ll ride to somewhere.
  
  all we are is paralyzed from the face down.
  we’re still alive with our fake smiles.
  when the camera’s away.
  
  don’t remember this. no, don’t remember this.
  we are losing it all, but we are gaining the world with our hands tied.
  your arms placed upon mine.
  and the sky looks so right, and you’re mine tonight.
  
  lie where you won’t see yourself in that way.
  and we’ll ride...
  
  all we are is paralyzed from the face down.
  we’re still alive with our fake smiles.
  when the camera’s away.
• sylvia plath şiiri..
  
  it happens. will it go on?
  my mind a rock,
  no fingers to grip, no tongue,
  my god the iron lung
  
  that loves me, pumps
  my two
  dust bags in and out,
  will not
  
  let me relapse
  while the day outside glides by like ticker tape.
  the night brings violets,
  tapestries of eyes,
  
  lights,
  the soft anonymous
  talkers: 'you all right?'
  the starched, inaccessible breast.
  
  dead egg, i lie
  whole
  on a whole world i cannot touch,
  at the white, tight
  
  drum of my sleeping couch
  photographs visit me-
  my wife, dead and flat, in 1920 furs,
  mouth full of pearls,
  
  two girls
  as flat as she, who whisper 'we're your daughters.'
  the still waters
  wrap my lips,
  
  eyes, nose and ears,
  a clear
  cellophane i cannot crack.
  on my bare back
  
  i smile, a buddha, all
  wants, desire
  falling from me like rings
  hugging their lights.
  
  the claw
  of the magnolia,
  drunk on its own scents,
  asks nothing of life.