the phone slips from a loose grip words were missed then, some apology ı didn’t want to tell you this no, it’s just some guy she's been hanging out with ı don’t know, the past couple weeks ı guess well, thank you and hang up the phone let the funeral start hear the casket close let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat well, laughter pours from under doors ın this house, ı don’t understand that sound no more ıt seems artificial, like a t.v. set
well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh this weight it must be satisfied you offer only one reply you know not what you do but you tear and tear your hair from roots from that same head you have twice removed now a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die well ha ha ha
ı remember everything the words we spoke on freezing south street and all those mornings watching you get ready for school you combed your hair inside that mirror the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears something about those bright colors would always make you feel better but now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren’t meant for anyone ıt’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance but there was once you
you said you hate my suffering and you understood and you’d take care of me you'd always be there well where are you now?
haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh the plans were never finalized but left to hang like yarn and twine dangling before my eyes as you tear and tear your hair from roots from that same head you have twice removed now a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die
and ı sing and sing of awful things the pleasure that my sadness brings as my fingers press onto the strings ın yet another clumsy chord haligh, haligh, an awful lie this weight will now be satisfied ı'm gonna give you only one reply ı know not who ı am
but ı talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears our conversations are circles always one sided nothing is clear
except we keep coming back to this meaning that ı lack he says the choices were given now you must live them or just not live but do you want that?
'Kürşat Başar' en güzel kitabı 'Başucumda Müzik'. Bu kitanı okuduktan sonra 'Sen Olsaydın Yapmazdın, Biliyorum'' kitabını okuyunca biraz hayal kırıklığı yaşamıştım.
'İki Yeşil Susamuru' Anneleri, Babaları, Sevgilileri ve Diğerleri benim başucu kitabımdır. Okuduğum en güzel kitaplardan biri. Herkesin okumasını tavsiye ederim.
bright eyes-haligh şarkı sözleri..
the phone slips from a loose grip
words were missed then, some apology
ı didn’t want to tell you this
no, it’s just some guy she's been hanging out with
ı don’t know, the past couple weeks ı guess
well, thank you and hang up the phone
let the funeral start
hear the casket close
let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
well, laughter pours from under doors
ın this house, ı don’t understand that sound no more
ıt seems artificial, like a t.v. set
well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
this weight it must be satisfied
you offer only one reply
you know not what you do
but you tear and tear your hair from roots
from that same head you have twice removed now
a lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die
well ha ha ha
ı remember everything
the words we spoke on freezing south street
and all those mornings watching you get ready for school
you combed your hair inside that mirror
the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
but now we speak with ruined tongues
and the words we say aren’t meant for anyone
ıt’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
but there was once you
you said you hate my suffering
and you understood
and you’d take care of me
you'd always be there
well where are you now?
haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
the plans were never finalized
but left to hang like yarn and twine
dangling before my eyes
as you tear and tear your hair from roots
from that same head you have twice removed now
a lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die
and ı sing and sing of awful things
the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings
ın yet another clumsy chord
haligh, haligh, an awful lie
this weight will now be satisfied
ı'm gonna give you only one reply
ı know not who ı am
but ı talk in the mirror
to the stranger that appears
our conversations are circles
always one sided
nothing is clear
except we keep coming back
to this meaning that ı lack
he says the choices were given
now you must live them
or just not live
but do you want that?
'bright eyes' ın mükemmel sarkisi.
bir şarkı bu kadar içten söylenebilir.
'Kürşat Başar' en güzel kitabı 'Başucumda Müzik'. Bu kitanı okuduktan sonra 'Sen Olsaydın Yapmazdın, Biliyorum'' kitabını okuyunca biraz hayal kırıklığı yaşamıştım.
Kürşat Başar'ın en güzel kitabı. Bildiğim kadarıyla eskiden yaşamış siyasi bir liderin hayatından alıntı.
'İki Yeşil Susamuru' Anneleri, Babaları, Sevgilileri ve Diğerleri benim başucu kitabımdır. Okuduğum en güzel kitaplardan biri. Herkesin okumasını tavsiye ederim.
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