death in babylon

can cekisme esnasinda ellerin yaptigi para sayma hareketi.

tipta can cekismeye verilen ad.

(bkz: yine bir gulnihal)

farsca’da gul fidani.

adidas’in tracy mcgrady icin urettigi modeli.

adidas’in adina t mac isimli model cikardigi nba oyuncusu.

cagin gerisinde kalmis kisilerin layik oldugu isim.

birbirine paralel gorme ekseni bulunmama durumu.goz kaslarinin boylari ile ilgili bir sorundur.ameliyatla duzeltilebilir.

(bkz: sasilik)

umit ozat adli futbulcu kisinin lakabi.

(bkz: sasi)

akil hastanesi ile nam yapmis ilce.

can yucel’in edebiyat kitaplarinda yer alan ender siirlerinden.babasi hasan ali yucel’e yazmistir.


ben hayatta en cok babami sevdim

ben hayatta en cok babami sevdim
karacalilar gibi yerden bitme bir cocuk
carpik bacaklariyla -ha dustu ha dusecek
nasil kosarsa ardindan bir devin

o capkin babami ben oyle sevdim
bilmezdi ki oturdugumuz semti
geldi mi de gidici - hep, hep acele isi
cagin en guzel gozlu maarif mufettisi
atlastan bakardim nereye gitti
oyle oyle ezber ettim gurbeti

sevincten ucardim hasta oldum mu,
kirki gecerse ates, cagirirlar istanbul’a
bi helallasmak ister elbet , dig’mi ogluyla!
tifoyken basardim bu ask oy’nunu,
ohh dedim, gogsune gomdum burnumu,

en son teftisine cikana degin
kostururken ardindan o ucmaktaki devin,
daha baska tur asklar, genis sevdalar icin
acildi nefesim, fikrim, canevim
hayatta ben en cok babami sevdim.

yahya kemal beyatli siiri:



mehlika sultan

mehlika sultan’a asik yedi genc
gece sehrin kapisindan cikti.
mehlika sultan’a asik yedi genc
kara sevdali birer asikti.

bir hayalet gibi dunya guzeli
girdiginden beri ru’yalarina;
hepsi meshur, o muamma guzeli
gittiler gormeye kaf daglarina.

hepsi, sirtinda aba, gunlerce
gittiler icleri hicranla dolu;
her gunun ufkunu sardikca gece
dediler: "belki bu son aksamdir"

bu emel gurbetinin yoktur ucu;
daima yollar uzar, kalp uzulur:
omru oldukca yurur her yolcu,
varmadan menzile bir yerde olur.

mehlika’nin kara sevdalilari
vardilar cikrigi yok bir kuyuya,
mehlika’nin kara sevdalilari
baktilar korkulu gozlerle suya.

gorduler: "aynada bir gizli cihan...
ufku cepcevre olum servileri..."
sandilar dogdu icinden bir an
o, uzun gozlu, uzun sacli peri.

bu hazin yolcularin en kucugu
bir zaman bakti o viran kuyuya.
ve neden sonra gumus bir yuzugu
parmagindan siyirip atti suya.

su cekilmis gibi ru’ya oldu!..
erdiler yolculugun son demine;
bir hayal alemi peyda oldu
goctuler hep o hayal alemine.

mehlika sultan’a asik yedi genc
seneler gecti, henuz gelmediler;
mehlika sultan’a asik yedi genc
oradan gelmeyecekmis dediler!..

fabio capello gibi cakal hocaya sahip italyan klubu.

iron maiden’in ormantik sarkisi.klibi de pek bir hostur.


maybe one day i’ll be an honest man
up till now i’m doing the best i can
long roads, long days, of sunrise, to sunset
sunrise to sunset

dream on brother, while you can
dream on sister, i hope you find the one
all of our lives, covered up quickly
by the tides of time

spend your days full of emptiness
spend your years full of loneliness
wasting love, in a desperate caress
rolling shadows of nights

dream on brother, while you can
dream on sister, i hope you find the one
all of our lives, covered up quickly
by the tides of time

sands are flowing and the lines
are in your hand
in your eyes i see the hunger, and the
desperate cry that tears the night

iron maiden sarkisi.nakaratini pek bir sever mirildanir dururum.


from the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
i’m travelling on, far and wide,
but now it seems, i’m just a stranger to myself,
and all the things i sometimes do, it isn’t me but someone else.

i close my eyes, and think of home,
another city goes by, in the night,
ain’t it funny how it is, you never miss it til it’s gone away,
and my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.

chorus:
so understand
don’t waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
face up...make your stand,
and realise you’re living in the golden years.

too much time on my hands, i got you on my mind,
can’t ease this pain, so easily,
when you can’t find the words to say, it’s hard to make it through another day,
and it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.

chorus:
so understand
don’t waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
face up...make your stand,
and realise you’re living in the golden years.

tofas’in bir modeli.haci murat diye anilir.

part 1


daddy’s gone across the ocean,
leaving just a memory,
a snapshot in the family album.
daddy, what else did you leave for me?
daddy, whatcha leave behind for me?
all in all it was just a brick in the wall.
all in all it was just the bricks in the wall.


part 2


we don’t need no education.
we don’t need no thought control.
no dark sarcasm in the classroom.
teacher, leave those kids alone.
hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
all in all it’s just another brick in the wall.
all in all you’re just another brick in the wall.
we don’t need no education.
we don’t need no thought control.
no dark sarcasm in the classroom.
teachers, leave those kids alone.
hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
all in all you’re just another brick in the wall.
all in all you’re just another brick in the wall


part 3

i don’t need no walls around me.
and i don’t need no drugs to calm me.
i have seen the writing on the wall.
don’t think i need any thing at all.
no. don’t think i need anything at all.
all in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.
all in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.