kitsch

movement
no movement
just a falling bird
cold as it hits the bleeding ground
he lived and died
catch sight
cover me with earth
draped in black
static
white sound

a day without substance
a change of thought
an atmosphere that rots with time
colours that flicker in water
a short term effect

scream
as she tries to push him over
helpless and sick
with teeth of madness
jump jump dance and sing
sideways across the desert
a charcoal face
bites my hand
time is sweet
derange and disengage everything

a day without substance
a change of thought
the atmosphere rots with time
colours that flicker in water
a short term effect

a short term effect
a short term effect
an echo
and a stranger’s hand
a short term effect
an echo
and a stranger’s hand
a short term effect

(bkz: a short term effect)

albumun adini tasiyan pornography adli sarkinin sozleri de soyledir:

a hand in my mouth
a life spills into the flowers
we all look so perfect
as we all fall down
in an electric glare
the old man cracks with age
she found his last picture
in the ashes of the fire
an image of the queen
echoes round the sweating bed
sour yellow sounds inside my head
in books
and films
and in life
and in heaven
the sound of slaughter
as your body turns

but it’s too late
but it’s too late

one more day like today and i’ll kill you
a desire for flesh
and real blood
i’ll watch you drown in the shower
pushing my life through your open eyes

i must fight this sickness
find a cure
i must fight this sickness

it doesn’t matter if we all die
ambition in the back of a black car
in a high building there is so much to do
going home time
a story on the radio

something small falls out of your mouth
and we laugh
a prayer for something better
a prayer
for something better

please love me
meet my mother
but the fear takes hold
creeping up the stairs in the dark
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow

stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
fighting for freedom on television
sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
have we got everything?
she struggles to get away . . .

the pain
and the creeping feeling
a little black haired girl
waiting for saturday
the death of her father pushing her
pushing her white face into the mirror
aching inside me
and turn me round
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days

caressing an old man
and painting a lifeless face
just a piece of new meat in a clean room
the soldiers close in under a yellow moon
all shadows and deliverance
under a black flag
a hundred years of blood
crimson
the ribbon tightens round my throat
i open my mouth
and my head bursts open
a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
thrashing in the water
over and over
we die one after the other
over and over
we die one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other

it feels like a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
one hundred years

(bkz: one hundred years)

creatures kissing in the rain
shapeless in the dark again
in the hanging garden
please don’t speak
in the hanging garden
no one sleeps
in the hanging garden
in the hanging garden

catching haloes on the moon
gives my hands the shapes of angels
in the heat of the night
the animals scream
in the heat of the night
walking into a dream . . .

fall fall fall fall
into the walls
jump jump out of time
fall fall fall fall
out of the sky
cover my face as the animals cry
in the hanging garden
in the hanging garden

creatures kissing in the rain
shapeless in the dark again
in a hanging garden
change the past
in a hanging garden
wearing furs
and masks

fall fall fall fall
into the walls
jump jump out of time
fall fall fall fall
out of the sky
cover my face as the animals die
in the hanging garden
as the animals die
cover my face as the animals die

in the hanging garden

(bkz: the hanging garden)

sharp and open
leave me alone
and sleeping less every night
as the days become heavier and weighted
waiting
in the cold light
a noise
a scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
with spiders inside them
and dust on the lips of a vision of hell
i laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year

a hundred other words blind me with your purity
like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
i think about tomorrow
please let me sleep
as i slip down the window
freshly squashed fly
you mean nothing
you mean nothing

i can lose myself in chinese art and american girls
all the time
lose me in the dark
please do it right
run into the night
i will lose myself tomorrow
crimson pain
my heart explodes
my memory in a fire
and someone will listen
at least for a short while

i can never say no to anyone but you

too many secrets
too many lies
writhing with hatred
too many secrets
please make it good tonight
but the same image haunts me
in sequence
in despair of time

i will never be clean again
i touched her eyes
pressed my stained face
i will never be clean again

touch her eyes
press my stained face
i will never be clean again
i will never be clean again
i will never be clean again
i will never be clean again

(bkz: the figurehead)

scarred
your back was turned
curled like an embryo
take another face
you will be kissed again
i was cold as i mouthed the words
and crawled across the mirror
i wait
await the next breath
your name
like ice into my heart

a shallow grave
a monument to the ruined age
ice in my eyes
and eyes like ice don’t move
screaming at the moon
another past time
your name
like ice into my heart

everything as cold as life
can no one save you?
everything
as cold as silence
and you never say a word

your name
like ice into my heart
your name
like ice into my heart

(bkz: cold)

the cure ’un en karanlik ve derin albumu.
sarkilar sirasiyla soyledir:

son olarak big fish ’i yapan, koleksiyonu arasinda edward scissorhands, nightmare before christmas , charlie and the choclate factory, the corpse bride, planet of the apes, sleepy hallow, mars attack, batman returns, ed wood , batman 1 , beatlejuice, pee wee’s big adventure gibi filmler olan gotik ve tuhaf yonetmen

diskografisini yazmaya muhakkak ve muhakkak pornography albumuyle baslamak istedigim kirmizi rujlu grup.
ayrinti olarak da tim burton in en sevdigi grup

egomanyak unlemci.

tekrar gordugume cok sevindigim ankara yazari.

rolling stones tarafindan coverlanan bir bob dylan sarkisi.sozleri de soyle:

once upon a time you dressed so fine
you threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
people’d call, say, "beware doll, you’re bound to fall"
you thought they were all kiddin’ you
you used to laugh about
everybody that was hangin’ out
now you don’t talk so loud
now you don’t seem so proud
about having to be scrounging for your next meal.

how does it feel
how does it feel
to be without a home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone?

you’ve gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely
but you know you only used to get juiced in it
and nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
and now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
you said you’d never compromise
with the mystery tramp, but now you realize
he’s not selling any alibis
as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
and ask him do you want to make a deal?

how does it feel
how does it feel
to be on your own
with no direction home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone?

you never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
when they all come down and did tricks for you
you never understood that it ain’t no good
you shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
you used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat
ain’t it hard when you discover that
he really wasn’t where it’s at
after he took from you everything he could steal.

how does it feel
how does it feel
to be on your own
with no direction home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone?

princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
they’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
but you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
you used to be so amused
at napoleon in rags and the language that he used
go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
you’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

how does it feel
how does it feel
to be on your own
with no direction home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone?

(bkz: like a rolling stone)

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