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  • jonathan davis'le babalarımız hakkında yaptığımız çilingir muhabbetlerinde babalar günü için ortak yazdığımız şiirdi. ama üslubu biraz değişmiş. mastering'den olsa gerek.
    şöyle dedim bana hayat veren testis sahibine:
    (omuz omuza ağır bir halaya davet ederim hepinizi)

    mother please forgive me
    i just had to get out all my pain and suffering
    now that i am done, remember i will always love you
    i'm your son

    little child, looking so pretty
    come out and play, i'll be your daddy
    innocent child, looking so sweet
    a rape in mind and on your flesh i'll eat

    you've raped
    i feel dirty
    it hurt
    as a child
    tied down
    that's a good boy
    and fuck
    your own child
    i scream
    no one hears me
    it hurt
    i'm not a liar
    my god
    saw you watching
    mummy why?
    your own child

    little child, looking so pretty
    come out and play, i'll be your daddy

    you've raped
    i feel dirty
    it hurt
    as a child
    tied down
    that's a good boy
    and fuck
    your own child
    i scream
    no one hears me
    it hurt
    i'm not a liar
    my god
    saw you watching
    mummy why?
    your own child

    it's all right

    i didn't touch you there
    mama said she didn't care
    i didn't touch you there
    that's why mama stopped and stared

    i fucking hate you mother fucker
    mother fucker i fucking hate you fuck you
    you son of a b*tch, you fucking ruined my life
    i wanted to die
    i'm sick of it, motherfucker . . . oh oh
    why'd you fuckin do it to me?
    i hate you
    i fuckin hate you
    i hate you
    piece of shit
    why?
    i hate you
  • e korn şarkısıdır tabi. aynı isimli albümlerinden.
  • simultane hem aglatan hemde costuran az nadir sarkilardan.. outrosunda kopulasi sarki... sarki.
  • slyvia plath'ın da bu isimde uzun bir şiiri vardır. her ne kadar çok bilinen çok tanınan çok popüler bir şiiri olduğu gerekçesiyle kimi ortamlarda dışlansa da, baba nefreti üzerine yazılmış en derin şiirlerden biridir, sevgi ve nefreti aynı kelimelerle vermektedir. bir nevi exorcism gibidir, nursery rhyme'lardan pagan törenlerine kadar uzanır.
    gerçi plath'ın babasından nefret etmek için averaj genç kızdan* çok daha fazla sebebi vardır, babası, zaten çok kısa tanıdığı dönemde plath'ın hafızasında bir alman gulyabanisi misali almıştır yerini. annesinin de çingene asıllı olması daha da büyük yer etmştir plath'ın kalbinde, paradokslar denizinde titanic*ten kopma bir kapıya tutunurcasına kalmıştır. kapıyı tutup kendisine destek olan, aslında içten içe batarken kendisni de dibe çekmek istediğini düşündüğü aşkı, yani şiirde adı geçen diğer erkek de kocası ted hughes'tur. gerçi onu da anlıyoruz artık, birthday letters'dan sonra, ama plath'ın anlatı gücüne, tinsel karanlıklarına yaklaşabilmiş midir hughes? bakınız.

    you do not do, you do not do
    any more, black shoe*
    in which i have lived like a foot
    for thirty years, poor and white,
    barely daring to breathe or achoo*.

    daddy, i have had to kill you.
    you died before i had time-
    marble-heavy, a bag full of god,
    ghastly statue with one gray toe
    big as a frisco seal,

    and a head in the freakish atlantic
    where it pours bean green over blue
    in the waters off the beauitiful nauset.
    i used to pray to recover you*.
    ach, du.

    in the german* tongue, in the polish* town
    scraped flat by the roller
    of wars,wars,wars.
    but the name of the town is common.
    my polack friend,

    says there are a dozen or two.
    so i never could tell where you
    put your foot, your root,
    i never could talk to you.
    the tongue stuck in my jaw*.

    it stuck in a barb wire snare.
    ich,ich,ich,ich.
    i could hardly speak.
    i thought every german* was you.
    and the language obscene*

    an engine, an engine,
    chuffing me off like a jew.
    a jew to dachau, auschwitz,belsen.
    i began to think like a jew.
    i think i may well be a jew*.

    the snows of the tyrol,
    the clear beer of vienna
    are not very pure or true.
    with my gypsy ancestress* and my weird luck
    and my taroc* pack and my taroc pack*
    i may be a bit of jew.

    i have always been scared of you,
    with your luftwaffe*,your gobbledygoo.
    and your neat moustache*
    and your aryan eye, bright blue.
    panzer –man, panzer-man, o you!

    not god but a swastika
    so black no sky could squeak through.
    every woman adores a facist,
    the brute face, the brute...
    brute heart of a brute like you.

    you stand at the blackboard, daddy,
    in the picture* i have of you,
    a cleft in your chin instead of your foot
    but no less a devil for that, no not
    any less the black men who

    bit my pretty red heart in two.
    i was ten when they buried you.
    at twenty i tried to die
    and get back,back,back to you.
    i thought even the bones would do.

    but they pulled me out of the sack,
    and they stuck me together with glue.
    and then i knew what to do.
    i made a model of you,
    a man in black with a meinkampf look

    and a love of the rack and the screw.
    and i said i do, i do*.
    so, daddy, i’m finally through.
    the black telephone is off at the root,
    the voices just can’t worm through.

    if i’ve killed one man, i’ve killed two-
    the vampire who said he was you
    and drank my blood for a year,
    seven years, if you want to know.
    daddy, you can lie back now.

    there’s a stake in your fat black heart
    and the villagers never liked you.
    they are dancing and stamping on you.
    they always knew it was you.
    daddy, daddy, you bastard, i’m through.
  • aynı zamanda bir ten foot pole şarkısıdır.
  • bir king diamond şarkısı ayrıca,the graveyard adlı albümünden ...

    oh daddy...i'm so alone, oh daddy...come home
    oh daddy...i've missed you so
    oh daddy...tell me what to do
    daddy don't look at me like that
    i didn't do it...he did...it was him
    i could never...i could never
    i wasn't even there
    daddy tell me what to do...daddy...no don't no
    oh daddy, you're fading away
    oh daddy, daddy please stay
    oh...you're fading away
    oh daddy, daddy please stay
    you're going down, you're going down, mckenzie
    sit down you creep, you degenerate son of a sheep
    what am i to do you...with you?
    you're going down, you're going down, mckenzie
    sit down you creep, you degenerate son of a sheep
    what am i to do you...with you?
    sit down you creep, you degenerate sheep
    you're going down, you're going down, mckenzie
  • plath'in şiirinin sade * yorumu ve türkçe versiyonu için öz be öz (bkz: babacığım)
  • pj harveynin çiğ zamanlarından kalma.man size ep si.
    çok vahşi gelmiştir bana hep.
  • solistin yorumuyla insanin tuylerini diken diken eden, bunalima surukleyen zaten bunalimda olan birisinin hic yanina yaklasmamasi gereken asmis korn sarkisi...