tim burton’ın the melancholy death of oyster boy kitabında geçen $iirdir.
there once was a morose melonhead,
who sat there all day
and wished he were dead.
but you should be careful
about the things that you wish.
because the last thing he heard
was a deafening squish
tim burton’ın the melancholy death of oyster boy kitabında geçen $iirdir.
to avoid a lawsuit,
we’ll just call her sue
(or "that girl who likes
to sniff lots of glue")
the reason i know
that this is the case
is when she blows her nose,
kleenex sticks to her face.
to avoid a lawsuit,
we’ll just call her sue
(or "that girl who likes
to sniff lots of glue")
the reason i know
that this is the case
is when she blows her nose,
kleenex sticks to her face.
tim burton’ın the melancholy death of oyster boy kitabında geçen $iirdir.
my name is jimmy,
but my friends just call me
’the hideous penguin boy’
my name is jimmy,
but my friends just call me
’the hideous penguin boy’
tim burton’ın kitabı the melancholy death of oyster boy’da geçen bir $iir.
there was a beautiful girl
who came from the sea.
and there was just one place
that she wanted to be.
with a man named walker
who played in a band.
she would leave the ocean
and come onto the land.
he was the one that she wanted the most.
and she tried everything
to capture this ghost.
but throughout all their lives
they never connected.
she wandered the earth
alone and rejected
she tried looking happy
she tried looking tragic,
she tried astral projecting,
sex, and black magic.
nothing could join them,
except maybe one thing,
just maybe...
something to anchor their spirits....
they had a baby.
but to give birth to a baby
they needed a crane.
the umbilical cord
was in the form of a chain.
i t was ugly and gloomy,
and as hard as a kettle.
it had no pink skin,
just heavy gray metal.
the baby that was meant to bring them together,
just shrouded them both
in a cloud of foul weather.
so walker took off
to play with the band.
and from that day on,
he stayed mainly on land.
and she was alone
with her gray baby anchor,
who got so oppressive
that eventually sank her.
as she went to the bottom,
not fulfilling her wish,
it was her, and her baby ...
and a few scattered fish.
there was a beautiful girl
who came from the sea.
and there was just one place
that she wanted to be.
with a man named walker
who played in a band.
she would leave the ocean
and come onto the land.
he was the one that she wanted the most.
and she tried everything
to capture this ghost.
but throughout all their lives
they never connected.
she wandered the earth
alone and rejected
she tried looking happy
she tried looking tragic,
she tried astral projecting,
sex, and black magic.
nothing could join them,
except maybe one thing,
just maybe...
something to anchor their spirits....
they had a baby.
but to give birth to a baby
they needed a crane.
the umbilical cord
was in the form of a chain.
i t was ugly and gloomy,
and as hard as a kettle.
it had no pink skin,
just heavy gray metal.
the baby that was meant to bring them together,
just shrouded them both
in a cloud of foul weather.
so walker took off
to play with the band.
and from that day on,
he stayed mainly on land.
and she was alone
with her gray baby anchor,
who got so oppressive
that eventually sank her.
as she went to the bottom,
not fulfilling her wish,
it was her, and her baby ...
and a few scattered fish.
tim burton’ın the melancholy death of oyster boy kitabında yer alan $iir.
brie boy had a dream he had only had twice,
that his full, round head was only a slice
the other children never let brie boy play ...
... but at least he went well with a nice chardonnay
brie boy had a dream he had only had twice,
that his full, round head was only a slice
the other children never let brie boy play ...
... but at least he went well with a nice chardonnay
türkçeye istiridye cocugun huzunlu olumu $eklinde çevirilmi$ tim burton güzelliği.anlatılmaz güzelliği, ancak okunur..$iirin orjinali ise;
he proposed in the dunes,
they were wed by the sea,
their nine-day-long honeymoon
was on the isle of capri.
for their supper they had one specatular dish-
a simmering stew of mollusks and fish.
and while he savored the broth,
her bride’s heart made a wish.
that wish came true-she gave birth to a baby.
but was this little one human
well, maybe.
ten fingers, ten toes,
he had plumbing and sight.
he could hear, he could feel,
but normal?
not quite.
this unnatural birth, this canker, this blight,
was the start and the end and the sum of their plight.
she railed at the doctor:
"he cannot be mine.
he smells of the ocean, of seaweed and brine."
"you should count yourself lucky, for only last week,
i treated a girl with three ears and a beak.
that your son is half oyster
you cannot blame me.
... have you ever considered, by chance,
a small home by the sea?"
not knowing what to name him,
they just called him sam,
or sometimes,
"that thing that looks like a clam"
everyone wondered, but no one could tell,
when would young oyster boy come out of his shell?
when the thompson quadruplets espied him one day,
they called him a bivalve and ran quickly away.
one spring afternoon,
sam was left in the rain.
at the southwestern corner of seaview and main,
he watched the rain water as it swirled
down the drain.
his mom on the freeway
in the breakdown lane
was pouding the dashboard-
she couldn’t contain
the ever-rising grief,
frustration,
and pain.
"really, sweetheart," she said
"i don’t mean to make fun,
but something smells fishy
and i think it’s our son.
i don’t like to say this, but it must be said,
you’re blaming our son for your problems in bed."
he tried salves, he tried ointments
that turned everything red.
he tried potions and lotions
and tincture of lead.
he ached and he itched and he twitched and he bled.
the doctor diagnosed,
"i can’t quite be sure,
but the cause of the problem may also be the cure.
they say oysters improve your sexual powers.
perhaps eating your son
would help you do it for hours!"
he came on tiptoe,
he came on the sly,
sweat on his forehead,
and on his lips-a lie.
"son, are you happy? i don’t mean to pry,
but do you dream of heaven?
have you ever wanted to die?
sam blinked his eye twice.
but made no reply.
dad fingered his knife and loosened his tie.
as he picked up his son,
sam dripped on his coat.
with the shell to his lips,
sam slipped down his throat.
they burried him quickly in the sand by the sea
-sighed a prayer, wept a tear-
and they were back home by three.
a cross of greay driftwood marked oyster boy’s grave.
words writ in the sand
promised jesus would save.
but his memory was lost with one high-tide wave
türkçesi;
adam ilan-ı a$k için kum tepesini
düğün için deniz kıyısını seçti.
ve dokuz günlük balayı
capri adasında geçti.
ilk akşam yemeği: balık yahnisi
doğrusu çarpıcı bir yemek.
adam yumuladursun
kadından bir dilek.
dileği yerine geldi: bir bebek
ama bir sorun doğdu o an:
bir insan mıydı bu doğan?
gerçi be$er parmak vardı
ellerde ayaklarda
işitip hissediyordu da
öyleyse
mesele neydi ki?
ah bu çocuk
öyle tuhaf bir $eydi ki!
o a$k hikayesinin sonu buydu
bu doğum o mutluluğun sonuydu
çıkı$tı doktora kadın:
"benim olamaz bu.çok farklı huyu suyu.
kokusuna bakın:
okyanus,yosun ve deniz suyu!"
doktor içerledi
"hanımefendi,
kabahat benim mi oğlunuz yarı istiridyeyse
siz yine $anslısınız dün bu ilde
gagalı bir kız doğdu.üç kulaklı.her neyse.siz
en iyisi $irin bir eve taşının,sahilde.
uygun isim arandı epey.sonunda
sam oldu adı.
tabii aslında
"midyeye benzeyen o $ey".
sonra herkeste bir merak bir merak
istiridye çocuk ne zaman kabuğundan çıkacak?
bir gün thompson dördüzleri onu görünce
"çift kabukluuuu" diye alay edip kaçtı çabucak
bir bahar günü sokakta unuttular
sam yağmur altında kaldı.
biriken suyun mazgaldan gidi$ine
baktı daldı.
annesi arabayı otobanda durdurmu$
ön panele vurup duruyordu
keder,
hüsran,
ızdırap.
tahammül etmek zordu.
bir gece "hayatım" dedi kocasına
"sakın alay ettiğimi sanma
bana tuhaf gelen bir $ey var
kızmaca yok ama.anla$ılan
yataktaki sorunlarından ötürü
oğlumuzu suçluyorsun her an"
adam perişan.
macunlar merhemler denedi
umutlanıp zaman zaman
iksirler losyonlar
ve ka$ındıkça ka$ındı kan revan.
doktor dedi ki adama
"kesin bir $ey denemez ama,belki
derdinizin devası derdinizin sebebi.
istiridye seks gücünü arttırır derler.kim bilir,
oğlunuzu yerseniz
saatlerce sevi$mek size vız gelebilir."
gece adam usulca
süzüldü oğlunun odasına
gözünde kan,
alnında ter,
dilinde yalan.
"mutlu musun evlat?
doğrusu cennet dururken
çekilmez böyle hayat.
dü$ün bi kere bezip de bu hayattan
ölmek istemez mi insan?"
gözlerini kırpı$tırdı sam
ama cevap vermedi.
babası iyice kavrayıp bıçağı
gev$etti kıravatı.
tam tutmu$ kaldırırken
oğlu ceketine damladı
adam kabukları ağzına dayadı
ve gidiverdi sam boğazından aşağı
sam’dan arta kalanları
hemen götürüp gömdüler
deniz kıyısına,kumsala.....
bir damla gözya$ı,bir dua..
ve pürtela$ döndüler yuvalarına.
istiridye çocuğun mezarı:haç
sahile vurmu$ olan
bir tahta parçasından
ve kuma yazılmı$ bir söz:
"kurtarır hazret i isa"
ama silindi haritası
denizin ilk kabarmasıyla...
he proposed in the dunes,
they were wed by the sea,
their nine-day-long honeymoon
was on the isle of capri.
for their supper they had one specatular dish-
a simmering stew of mollusks and fish.
and while he savored the broth,
her bride’s heart made a wish.
that wish came true-she gave birth to a baby.
but was this little one human
well, maybe.
ten fingers, ten toes,
he had plumbing and sight.
he could hear, he could feel,
but normal?
not quite.
this unnatural birth, this canker, this blight,
was the start and the end and the sum of their plight.
she railed at the doctor:
"he cannot be mine.
he smells of the ocean, of seaweed and brine."
"you should count yourself lucky, for only last week,
i treated a girl with three ears and a beak.
that your son is half oyster
you cannot blame me.
... have you ever considered, by chance,
a small home by the sea?"
not knowing what to name him,
they just called him sam,
or sometimes,
"that thing that looks like a clam"
everyone wondered, but no one could tell,
when would young oyster boy come out of his shell?
when the thompson quadruplets espied him one day,
they called him a bivalve and ran quickly away.
one spring afternoon,
sam was left in the rain.
at the southwestern corner of seaview and main,
he watched the rain water as it swirled
down the drain.
his mom on the freeway
in the breakdown lane
was pouding the dashboard-
she couldn’t contain
the ever-rising grief,
frustration,
and pain.
"really, sweetheart," she said
"i don’t mean to make fun,
but something smells fishy
and i think it’s our son.
i don’t like to say this, but it must be said,
you’re blaming our son for your problems in bed."
he tried salves, he tried ointments
that turned everything red.
he tried potions and lotions
and tincture of lead.
he ached and he itched and he twitched and he bled.
the doctor diagnosed,
"i can’t quite be sure,
but the cause of the problem may also be the cure.
they say oysters improve your sexual powers.
perhaps eating your son
would help you do it for hours!"
he came on tiptoe,
he came on the sly,
sweat on his forehead,
and on his lips-a lie.
"son, are you happy? i don’t mean to pry,
but do you dream of heaven?
have you ever wanted to die?
sam blinked his eye twice.
but made no reply.
dad fingered his knife and loosened his tie.
as he picked up his son,
sam dripped on his coat.
with the shell to his lips,
sam slipped down his throat.
they burried him quickly in the sand by the sea
-sighed a prayer, wept a tear-
and they were back home by three.
a cross of greay driftwood marked oyster boy’s grave.
words writ in the sand
promised jesus would save.
but his memory was lost with one high-tide wave
türkçesi;
adam ilan-ı a$k için kum tepesini
düğün için deniz kıyısını seçti.
ve dokuz günlük balayı
capri adasında geçti.
ilk akşam yemeği: balık yahnisi
doğrusu çarpıcı bir yemek.
adam yumuladursun
kadından bir dilek.
dileği yerine geldi: bir bebek
ama bir sorun doğdu o an:
bir insan mıydı bu doğan?
gerçi be$er parmak vardı
ellerde ayaklarda
işitip hissediyordu da
öyleyse
mesele neydi ki?
ah bu çocuk
öyle tuhaf bir $eydi ki!
o a$k hikayesinin sonu buydu
bu doğum o mutluluğun sonuydu
çıkı$tı doktora kadın:
"benim olamaz bu.çok farklı huyu suyu.
kokusuna bakın:
okyanus,yosun ve deniz suyu!"
doktor içerledi
"hanımefendi,
kabahat benim mi oğlunuz yarı istiridyeyse
siz yine $anslısınız dün bu ilde
gagalı bir kız doğdu.üç kulaklı.her neyse.siz
en iyisi $irin bir eve taşının,sahilde.
uygun isim arandı epey.sonunda
sam oldu adı.
tabii aslında
"midyeye benzeyen o $ey".
sonra herkeste bir merak bir merak
istiridye çocuk ne zaman kabuğundan çıkacak?
bir gün thompson dördüzleri onu görünce
"çift kabukluuuu" diye alay edip kaçtı çabucak
bir bahar günü sokakta unuttular
sam yağmur altında kaldı.
biriken suyun mazgaldan gidi$ine
baktı daldı.
annesi arabayı otobanda durdurmu$
ön panele vurup duruyordu
keder,
hüsran,
ızdırap.
tahammül etmek zordu.
bir gece "hayatım" dedi kocasına
"sakın alay ettiğimi sanma
bana tuhaf gelen bir $ey var
kızmaca yok ama.anla$ılan
yataktaki sorunlarından ötürü
oğlumuzu suçluyorsun her an"
adam perişan.
macunlar merhemler denedi
umutlanıp zaman zaman
iksirler losyonlar
ve ka$ındıkça ka$ındı kan revan.
doktor dedi ki adama
"kesin bir $ey denemez ama,belki
derdinizin devası derdinizin sebebi.
istiridye seks gücünü arttırır derler.kim bilir,
oğlunuzu yerseniz
saatlerce sevi$mek size vız gelebilir."
gece adam usulca
süzüldü oğlunun odasına
gözünde kan,
alnında ter,
dilinde yalan.
"mutlu musun evlat?
doğrusu cennet dururken
çekilmez böyle hayat.
dü$ün bi kere bezip de bu hayattan
ölmek istemez mi insan?"
gözlerini kırpı$tırdı sam
ama cevap vermedi.
babası iyice kavrayıp bıçağı
gev$etti kıravatı.
tam tutmu$ kaldırırken
oğlu ceketine damladı
adam kabukları ağzına dayadı
ve gidiverdi sam boğazından aşağı
sam’dan arta kalanları
hemen götürüp gömdüler
deniz kıyısına,kumsala.....
bir damla gözya$ı,bir dua..
ve pürtela$ döndüler yuvalarına.
istiridye çocuğun mezarı:haç
sahile vurmu$ olan
bir tahta parçasından
ve kuma yazılmı$ bir söz:
"kurtarır hazret i isa"
ama silindi haritası
denizin ilk kabarmasıyla...
tim burton’ın the melancholy death of oyster boy kitabında bulunan eser.
the boy with nails in his eyes
put up his aluminum tree.
it looked pretty strange
because he couldn’t really see.
the boy with nails in his eyes
put up his aluminum tree.
it looked pretty strange
because he couldn’t really see.
(bkz: the girl i love is gone)
antony and the johnsons $arkısı.
i find you with red tears in your eyes
i ask you what is your name
you offer no reply
should i call a doctor
before i fear you might be dead
but i just lay down beside you
and held your hand
i fell in love with you
now you’re my one, only one
’cause all my life i’ve been so blue
but in that moment you fulfilled me
now i’ll tell all my friends
i fell in love with a dead boy
now i’ll tell my family
i wish you could have met him
now i write letters to australia
now i throw bottles out to seal
i whisper the secret in the ground
no one’s gonna take you away from me
i fell in love with a dead boy
oh, such a beautiful boy
i fell in love with a dead boy
oh, such a beautiful boy
oh, such a beautiful boy
i’m asking
are you a boy or a girl
are you a boy or are you a girl
are you a boy or are you a girl
are you a boy
are you a girl
are you a boy
are you a girl
are you a boy
are you a girl
i find you with red tears in your eyes
i ask you what is your name
you offer no reply
should i call a doctor
before i fear you might be dead
but i just lay down beside you
and held your hand
i fell in love with you
now you’re my one, only one
’cause all my life i’ve been so blue
but in that moment you fulfilled me
now i’ll tell all my friends
i fell in love with a dead boy
now i’ll tell my family
i wish you could have met him
now i write letters to australia
now i throw bottles out to seal
i whisper the secret in the ground
no one’s gonna take you away from me
i fell in love with a dead boy
oh, such a beautiful boy
i fell in love with a dead boy
oh, such a beautiful boy
oh, such a beautiful boy
i’m asking
are you a boy or a girl
are you a boy or are you a girl
are you a boy or are you a girl
are you a boy
are you a girl
are you a boy
are you a girl
are you a boy
are you a girl
(bkz: bohemian rhapsody)
uyuyamayan bilgiçlere ninniler tadında wereyda.
muhteviyatında mustafa uğurlu, sanem çelik, mehmet ali alabora, nur sürer, fırat tanı$ gibi ba$rol oyuncuları bulunan sokak çocukları konulu 4 ayrı dalda altın portakal kazanmı$ film.
ayrıca bu süper açıklamadan sonra "ekmek bulamazlarsa pasta yesinler" tadında "su bulamazlarsa $arap içsinler" açıklaması da bekliyoruz sayın melih gökçek’ten.
butun belediye ba$kanları bu kadar yuksek hayalgucune sahip olsa turkiye neverland olur, masal ülkesi olur mutlu mesut ya$arız, o derece.
butun belediye ba$kanları bu kadar yuksek hayalgucune sahip olsa turkiye neverland olur, masal ülkesi olur mutlu mesut ya$arız, o derece.
ankara’da gerçekle$en su kesintilerine melih gökçek’in süper çözümü.
"gökçek düzenlediği basın toplantısında ve katıldığı bir tv programında, su sıkıntısıyla ilgili eleştirileri yanıtladı. gökçek toplantıda, “belediye personelini iki aylık izne göndermeyi planlıyorum, bir kasaba nüfusu kadar insan ankara’dan ayrılır. vatandaşlarımız tatile çıksın. bir 50 bin 60 bin kişi bir süre ankara’dan ayrılsa biraz rahatlarız. annelerini babalarını ziyaret etseler fena mı olur” dedi."
http://www.hurriyet.com.tr/gundem/7014012.asp
(bkz: ay$e tatile çıksın)
"gökçek düzenlediği basın toplantısında ve katıldığı bir tv programında, su sıkıntısıyla ilgili eleştirileri yanıtladı. gökçek toplantıda, “belediye personelini iki aylık izne göndermeyi planlıyorum, bir kasaba nüfusu kadar insan ankara’dan ayrılır. vatandaşlarımız tatile çıksın. bir 50 bin 60 bin kişi bir süre ankara’dan ayrılsa biraz rahatlarız. annelerini babalarını ziyaret etseler fena mı olur” dedi."
http://www.hurriyet.com.tr/gundem/7014012.asp
(bkz: ay$e tatile çıksın)
(bkz: kucukken frijit geçirdim ben)
(bkz: erken bo$alma)
(bkz: ak$emseddin)
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