bluebird
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charles bukowskinin bir şiiridir aynı zamanda;
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but i'm too tough for him,
i say, stay in there, i'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but i pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but i'm too tough for him,
i say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but i'm too clever, i only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
i say, i know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then i put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, i haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but i don't
weep, do
you? -
bukowskinin de dediği gibi;
--- spoiler ---
"başka birinin gerçeği sizin de gerçeğinizse ve o bunu sizin için dillendiriyorsa müthiştir."*
--- spoiler ---
işte bu şiir de öyle bir şiirdir. bukowski dillendiriyor ve bu müthiş bir şey. -
"there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but i pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.."
bu dize ile herkesin kalbinin içinde sakladığı bir mavi kuşun olduğunu anlarız.. -
bukowski'nin yazdığı en mükemmel "şey". ne olduğunu bilmiyorum.
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late at night when
the wind is still
i'll come flying
through your door,
and you'll know
what love is for.
i'm a bluebird, i'm a bluebird
i'm a bluebird, i'm a bluebird
yeah ,yeah ,yeah.
i'm a bluebird, i'm a bluebird,
i'm a bluebird
yeah, yeah, yeah.
touch your lips
with a magic kiss
and you'll be a bluebird too,
and you'll know
what love can do.
i'm a bluebird, i'm a bluebird
i'm a bluebird, i'm a bluebird
yeah, yeah, yeah.
i'm a bluebird, i'm a bluebird,
i'm a bluebird,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
bluebird
ah ha,
bluebird
ah ha,
bluebird.
fly away through
the midnight air
as we head across the sea,
and at last we will be free.
you're a bluebird,
you're a bluebird,
you're a bluebird,
you're a bluebird
yeah, yeah, yeah.
you're a bluebird,
you're a bluebird
you're a bluebird
yeah, yeah ,yeah.
bluebird
ah ha,
bluebird
ah ha,
bluebird.
all alone on a desert island
we're living in the trees,
and we're flying in the breeze.
we're the bluebirds,
we're the bluebirds
we're the bluebirds,
we're the bluebirds
yeah, yeah, yeah.
we're the bluebirds,
we're the bluebirds
we're the bluebirds
yeah, yeah, yeah.
bluebird
ah ha
bluebird
ah ha
(bkz: paul mccartney and wings) -
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kuşun, şiirin* ve macca şarkısının dışında bir de paper rival güzelliği var aynı isimde. hepsi de güzel.*
-
lola marsh parcasi. ilk dinleyişte aşık olunan şarkılardan.
sozleri, muzigi, yorumu birbiriyle butunlesmis; ic ice gecmis.
grubun diger sarkilarindan sira mi gelmemis ne olmus da buralarda pek dikkat cekmemis
bu anlayamadim. -
radio oxigenin pek sık çaldığı bir dj vadim parçası. sözlerini de yazalım tam olsun.
when i walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face
my ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways
chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves i get physical strength from my individual ways
meanwhile i'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled
rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel
docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill
drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled
they say if you snooze you loose
well i spend my days, dazed and confused
is it cause i blaze all day and fade, then that's old news
if it's new to you, this is yarah rapping the blues
don't get used to it, running mascara i refuse
closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing
but struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing
dreams, but it seems all i get are sleepless nights
nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights
the bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
left you for more, left the room hollow
many will fall, a lot more will fallow
you take drugs to psyche your mind
you take wine, to forget about time
you create a world of your own
where the truth, will never be known
i work when the work seems like play
and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, i say
i work my way through everyday that i play my way
now.. hear what i say, hear what i say
makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations
the locks will open someday continued determination
restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations
and i will head for my destination
i stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath
of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness
drinking wine reminds me of what honest is
making me wonder where the hell the logic is?
we're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause
fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall
through the wall, through it all, who we are?
no denying that at 5 foot i still stand tall
the bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
left you for more, left the room hollow
many will fall, a lot more will fallow
you take drugs to psyche your mind
you take wine, to forget about time
you create a world of your own
where the truth, will never be known
many will fall
a lot more will follow
follow -
sıkılığın kitabını yazmış adamın şiiri. benim işim kelimelerle; sikmişim bukovski'nin hayatını da onun popularize edilmesini de:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqtf_ikbqli
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