the librarian

• david sylvian şarkısı, nine horses albümünden.
  
  keep you head down
  keep you head down
  while they’re firing low
  you’re too young child
  to know the difference
  
  oh my pretty
  oh my sweet girl
  it’s a marvelous place
  they put weights down
  in your coat tails to burn you out
  
  lest you fly
  lest you take off
  and show whomever what’s what.
  it’s one outrageous lie after another
  
  turn their lights out
  change the channel
  before we lose the heart
  to fight against belief in what they’re saying
  
  there’s a hotel
  with a dark room
  at the end of a corridor
  i will meet you
  to the strains of allah
  
  we will lie back
  on a pillow of the whitest snow
  and the silence we were promised
  will engulf us
  
  lay your head down
  keep your head down
  while they’re firing low
  you’re too young child
  you’re too young child
  
  we will wake up
  from the dreams that bury us
  we will tunnel our way out
  by moonlight
  
  from the dark room
  to the white streets and the snow banks
  we’ll invest in one another’s future
  
  oh my pretty
  oh my sweet girl
  it’s a marvelous place
  she designed it
  with escape routes
  for you and me
  
  so to the library
  with your new card
  grab your favorite books
  look for blueprints
  to the strains of allah
  here we go….
  
  benevolence is in back
  of everyplace you look
  it’s not a monstrous face she is hiding
  
  if i see her
  i will tell you
  you’ll come quickly
  if you see her
  don’t hesitate just go
  
  but til then
  
  keep your head down
  keep your head down
  while they’re firing low
  you’re too young child
  you’re too young child
  
  you’re too young child
  here we go…
• breaking god's heart albümünden hefner şiir gibi şarkısı. eheh. evet.
  
  he started to woo her in a most peculiar way,
  the librarian’s dress was a fawnish shade of grey,
  the books he was to borrow he would surely never read,
  they were of an intellectual calibre, he hoped that she would see.
  he planned to take her home to bed some day,
  he’d smooth her goosebumped skin whilst she lay,
  but the unspoken truth they both knew,
  whilst he’d dream of her often she would forget in just ten minutes.
  her beauty has not truly been seen til her beauty’s been seen by his tired
  eyes,
  her tears have not truly been dried til her tears have been dried on his tattered
  shirt sleeves.
  her body has not truly been stripped til her clothes have been ripped by his nail
  bitten fingers,
  her beauty has not truly been seen til her beauty’s been seen by his tired
  eyes.
  he was beginning to irritate so she made him go away,
  the smallest cruellest insults she ignored his subtle ways.
  the deftly silence let him know his efforts were in vain,
  did the thoughts ever exist and if so could he find them.
  (and oh, oh the loneliest of nights, he will never hold her tight, he will never
  kiss her eyelids.)
• genelde korku oyunları oynayan, anlatımı çok hoş olan bir youtube kanalı.
  
  https://www.youtube.com/@thelibrarian2950