dance with the devil

• "i believe in you
  i can show you that i can see right through" sözleri sırasında kendimi kaybedip, bulmakta güçlük çekmeme neden olan breaking benjamin şarkısı.
• breaking benjamin‘in olanı çok acıklı değil mi ya? ya da yine taşındığım için biraz duygusallaştım. bilemiyorum.
  yani adamın sesi falan güzel, sözler de dümdüz üzgün işte.
• breaking benjamin sarkisi. phobia albumunden:
  
  here i stand, helpless and left for dead
  
  close your eyes, so many days go by
  easy to find what's wrong
  harder to find what's right
  
  i believe in you
  i can show you that i can see right through
  all your empty lies, i won't stay long
  in this world so wrong
  
  say goodbye,
  as we dance with the devil tonight
  don't you dare look at him in the eye
  as we dance with the devil tonight
  
  trembling, crawling across my skin
  feeding your cold, dead eyes
  stealing the life of mine
  
  i believe in you
  i can show you that i can see right through
  all your empty lies, i won't last long
  in this world so wrong
  
  say goodbye,
  as we dance with the devil tonight
  don't you dare look at him in the eye
  as we dance with the devil tonight
  
  hold on
  hold on
  
  say goodbye,
  as we dance with the devil tonight
  don't you dare look at him in the eye
  as we dance with the devil tonight
  
  hold on
  hold on
• en son 16 17 yaşlarında dinlediğim, bugün youtube önerilerinde çıkmasıyla loop'a aldığım breaking benjamin şarkısı. yıllardır niye dinlemiyorum, nasıl unutmuşum diye de hayıflandım hatta.
  
  eşlik etmemenin mümkün olmadığı parçalardan biri olduğu için de rock'çı serpil gibi geziyorum. ^*
  
  https://youtu.be/lmskc2pgyts
• efsane immortal technique parçası ve hayatımda tüylerimi diken diken eden ilk şarkıdır ayrıca. konusu ile gerçekten tam 12'den vurmuştur!
  
  dinle
• her dinlediğimde beni yirmili yaşlarımın tam ortasına götüren acıklı breaking benjamin şarkısı. aşırı loop'a alındığında çok can yakabilir. dikkatle dinlenilesi.
• girişiyle sagopa kajmer şarkılarını/beat'lerini andıran, karamsar ama kanınızı kaynatan ritimlerle bezenmiş katy perry şarkısı.
  
  [verse 1]
  ı lost my tug of war today
  took my foot off of the brakes
  (the definition of insanity is looping on repeat, and expecting things to change)
  but what comes up must hit the ground
  so ı drink these anvils down
  (she always comes to me highly disguised, an angel whispering, so many pretty shapes)
  
  [chorus]
  ıt's a dance with the devil
  a stumbling tango
  ıt's a dance with the devil
  trying to borrow from tomorrow
  
  [drop]
  ıt's a dance
  ıt's a dance
  ıt's a dance
  
  [verse 2]
  just want to connect
  but you won't let me do it
  so ı get altered, (twisted and conflicted, so ı casually can shoot the shit)
  wish less was going on
  wish ı could just throw the ball
  and ignore it all
  (constantly distracted by the noise of my ping pong)
  
  [chorus]
  ıt's a dance with the devil
  a stumbling tango
  ıt's a dance with the devil
  trying to borrow from tomorrow
  
  [drop]
  ıt's a dance
  ıt's a dance
  ıt's a dance
  
  [bridge]
  but what, what is it worth waking up with a crown of clouds?
  what is it worth, when my head spins out with doubt?
  wish ı could measure when the poison is pouring out
  oh...
  
  [outro]
  ıt's a dance
  oh, no, oh, no, ı don't need you (it's a dance)
  oh, no, oh, no, ı don't need you (it's a dance)
  oh, no, oh, no, ı don't need you (it's a dance)
  oh, no, oh, no (it's a...)
• ayni isimde onlarca sarki olabilir, lakin en iyisi immortal technique'e ait olan sarkidir. revolutionary vol.1 albumunde yer alir. sarkida duydugumuz piyano, francis lai'nin love story ost'sinin henry mancini yorumudur, oradan sample alinmistir. ayni zamanda ucuncu verse'ten sonra mobb deep'in survival of the fittest parcasindan da ufak bir sample icermekte ki bu kisma sozleri yazdiktan sonra da deginmek isteyecegim. sarkinin album versiyonunda diabolica isimli bir hidden track de yer almaktadir. produksiyon olarak pek bir numarasi olmayan bir sarkiyi ele aliyoruz ancak basit bir boom bap arti piyano structure'i saglam bir akis ve vokal ile birlestiren technique, guclu bir delivery ile parcayi bir cita daha yukseltmis ve elbette bu durum dinleyicinin kafasinda canlandirmaya calistigi portre icin uygun ortami hazirlamasina hayli yardimci olmus. sarki bir hikaye anlaticiligi seklinde ve anlatici, william isminde bir gencin yasantisi ve kotu tercihleri hakkinda konusuyor. buradan sonra, sarkiyi dinlememis ve ayni zamanda dinlemeye gonullu olanlar icin icerige iliskin bir sey yazmadan evvel explicit olarak sozleri eklemek istiyorum
  
  --- spoiler ---
  
  ı once knew a nigga whose real name was william
  his primary concern was makin' a million
  bein' the illest hustler that the world ever seen
  he used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
  a corrupted young mind at the age of 13
  nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
  she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
  her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
  he started hangin' out, sellin' bags in the projects
  checkin' the young chicks, lookin' for hit-and-run prospects
  he was fascinated by material objects
  but he understood money never bought respect
  he built a reputation, 'cause he could hustle and steal
  but got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
  so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
  you see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
  ı don't project my insecurities on other people
  he fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
  so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
  a feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
  the product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
  coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
  dancin' with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
  but he was sick of sellin' trees and gave in to his greed
  
  everyone tryin' to be trife never face the consequences
  you probably only did a month for minor offenses
  ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance
  but then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance
  dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
  but that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock
  devils used to be god's angels that fell from the top
  there's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot
  
  so billy started robbin' niggas, anything he could do
  to get his respect back in the eyes of his crew
  startin' fights over little shit up on the block
  stepped up to sellin' mothers and brothers the crack rock
  workin' overtime for makin' money for the crack spot
  hit the jackpot, and wanted to move up to cocaine
  fulfillin' the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
  tired of the block niggas treatin' him the same
  he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
  but when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
  they told him any motherfuckin' coward can sell drugs
  any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
  any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
  even puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club
  but only a real thug can stab someone 'til they die
  standin' in front of them, starin' straight into their eyes
  billy realized that these men were well-guarded
  and they wanted to test him before business started
  suggested rapin' a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
  so now he had a choice between goin' back to his life
  or makin' money with made men up in the cyph'
  his dreams about cars and ice made him agree
  a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
  and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
  
  everyone tryin' to be trife never face the consequences
  you probably only did a month for minor offenses
  ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance
  but then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance
  dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
  but that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock
  devils used to be god's angels that fell from the top
  there's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot
  
  they drove around the projects slow while it was rainin'
  smokin' blunts, drinkin' and jokin' for entertainment
  until they saw a woman on the street, walkin' alone
  three in the mornin', comin' back from work, on her way home
  and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
  walkin' through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
  they wrapped her shirt around her head
  and knocked her onto the floor
  "this is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw"
  so billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
  and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
  she struggled hard, but they forced her to go up the stairs
  they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
  screamin', "shut the fuck up, and stop movin' around!"
  the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
  so billy stomped on the bitch until he'd broken her jaw
  the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doin'
  they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped movin'
  blood leakin' through the cloth, she cried silently
  and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
  billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
  rippin' her up and chokin' her until her throat burned
  her broken jaw mumbled for god, but they weren't concerned
  when they were done and she was lyin'
  bloody, broken and bruised
  one of them niggas pulled out a brand new .22
  they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
  and if he killed her, he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
  he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
  and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
  
  ı'm fallin' and ı can't turn back
  ı'm fallin' and ı can't turn back
  
  right before he pulled the trigger and ended her life
  he thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
  and he felt strong standin' along with his new brothers
  cocked the gat to her head and pulled back the shirt cover
  but what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
  'cause he was starin' into the eyes of his own mother
  she looked back at him and cried 'cause he had forsaken her
  she cried more painfully than when they were rapin' her
  his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
  his corruption had successfully changed his fate
  and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
  workin' hard for nothin', because now what was he worth?
  he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
  and cryin' out to the sky, 'cause he was lonely and scared
  but only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn't there
  and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
  and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
  they say death takes you to a better place, but ı doubt it
  after that, they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
  and listen, 'cause the story that ı'm tellin' is true
  'cause ı was there with billy jacobs, and ı raped his mom too
  and now the devil follows me everywhere that ı go
  ın fact, ı'm sure he's standin' among one of you at my shows
  and every street cypher, listenin' to little thugs flow
  he could be standin' right next to you, and you wouldn't know
  the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
  white, brown, yellow and black — color is not restricted
  you have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflicted
  and you'll be one of god's children that fell from the top
  there's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot
  so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
  because a dance with the devil might last you forever
  --- spoiler ---
  
  hikayemizin kahramani william "billy" jacobs, babasiz olarak buyumus ve getto yasantisi suren bir afro amerikali. billy icinde yasadigi komunitenin kotu orneklerinden fena etkilenmis olacak ki genc yasta uyusturucu, seks, para ve guc hirsinin pencesine duser. oyle ki hirsizlik ve saticilikla bir kez dama da dusmus ancak konusup^* yakayi kurtarmis. burada billy ozelinde ortaya konan karakter aslinda amerika'daki bircok siyahi genci temsil ediyor. cunku bazi bolgelerde ve sehirlerde yaygin olarak kotu sosyoekonomik kosullarda yasayan siyahi topluluklarin cocuklari, ellerinden tutulmadigi, onlara rehberlik edilmedigi ve kotu rol modellerle ic ice yetistirildigi icin sucla, suclularla, siddetle ve uyusturucu ile belki de cocuk yasta tanisabiliyorlar. iste billy de onlardan birisi. baska sabikali sahislarla takilmaya ve onlarla birlikte is tutmaya calisir ancak onu ciddiye almazlar. o ise kendisinin de cetinceviz bir gangster oldugunu ve potansiyel tasidigini gostermek icin okulu birakip ot satmaya ve gozleri kanayana kadar icmeye baslar. fakat ac gozluluk oyledir ki billy'nin milyonerlik hayali icin bu yeterli gelmez, kaldi ki kimse de onu bu sekilde ciddiye almaz. bu noktada artik billy seytanla dansa coktan baslamistir ancak bunu ruhu bile duymaz. cunku aslinda o da cogumuz gibi seytani cismani bir varlik gibi dusunur, belki de gozunde boynuzlu ve kipkirmizi veya karalar icinde bir imaj canlandirir. ama aslinda seytan oyle degildir. her birimize bambaska formlarda gorunur. kimisinin seytani nefrettir, kiminin kibir, kiminin gurur, kimininse para. billy'ninki de para ve guc hirsi idi iste. o ise bunun farkinda degildir. dolayisiyla cetesinin saygisini kazanmak icin daha da azginlasir, yagma suclari islemeye ve tas satmaya baslar, daha sonra da suc dunyasindaki basamaklari tirmanip scarface fantezisini gerceklestirmeyi kafasina koyar ve kokain satmak ister. artik halihazirda kabarik bir sabikasi ve suc tecrubesi oldugundan kendisine guveni ve doyumsuzlugu artmistir tabii. yanasmaya calistigi kisilerse ona kendisini ispat etmesi icin bir kadina tecavuz etmesi gerektigini soyler. billy acgozluluk ve hirsina yine yenik duser ve bir baska yanlis tercihte bulunup bu teklifi kabul eder. gece ucte isten eve donen bir kadini takip ederler ve ona cebir uygulayip cinsel saldirida bulunurlar. ucuncu verse'te su bir avuc kelimeyle ozetledigim olay gecer ve immortal technique burada gercekten olayi kafaniza bir sekilde sokar, dinleyiciye yasananlari tasavvur ettirir, zihninizde cok net bir portre olusturur. billy'e, kadini silahla vurdugu takdirde onu aralarina kabul edeceklerini soylerler ve billy de kabul eder. verse sonunda mobb deep'ten "ı'm falling and i can't turn back" sample'ini duyariz ki bu sample sarkinin nakarati ile de baglantilidir. nakaratta "devils used to be god's angels that fell from the top" cumlesi yer alir. bu cumle ile immortal technique, herkesin seytanla dansa kalkma ihtimaliyle yasadigini anlatmak ister ve ornek olarak da seytanin dahi eskiden bir melek oldugunu gosterir. billy de eskiden bir melektir ama artik tepeden dusmektedir ve ust uste isledigi suclardan sonra bu dusus onun icin kacinilmazdir, artik geri donus yoktur. icten ice bunun farkinda olarak kendisine uzatilan silahi alir ve kurbanin kafasina dayar. kadinin yuzune baktiginda ise karsisinda duran kisinin bizzat annesi oldugunu gorur. aslinda bizim gibi siradan kisiler icin kurbanin kim oldugu hic onemli degildir; tecavuz, yaralama, oldurme gibi agir suclar hepimiz icin korkunctur ve buna kani olmak icin empati kurmamiz yeterli olur. ama billy'nin gozlerini seytan burumustur ve tum bu kotuluklerinin bir sonucu olmadigina inanircasina hareket etmis, sonucunda ise bedelini cok agir sekilde odemistir. hemen orada binanin catisindan atlar ve yasamina son verir. tech yine dinleyiciyi ikaz ederek seytanin bencil ve kotu kalplerde yer edinecegini, bu kisilerin de cennetten kovulan melekler ile ayni mukadderata sahip olacagini soyler.
  immortal technique bu sarkiyi gercek bir hikayeden esinlenerek yazmistir ama kendisinin de orada bulundugu ve cinsel saldiriya istirak ettigi kismi elbette gercek degil, orada hakim bakis acisi ile anlatici olarak boyle bir cumle kuruyor yalnizca.
• (bkz: 6th gate dance with the devil)
• d devils'ın the 6th gate ve sex&drugs&house şarkılarından kesip biçmişler ve ortaya bu isimle bir şaheser çıkmış efendim.
  
  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6rjck3-za8
  
  bildiğin liseli şarkısı aslında. lakin ki ağır trip de bi şey. dinleyin tadın işte ne bileyim.