patterns
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aynı zamanda bir simon & garfunkel parçası;
the night sets softly
with the hush of falling leaves,
casting shivering shadows
on the houses through the trees,
and the light from a street lamp
paints a pattern on my wall,
like the pieces of a puzzle
or a child's uneven scrawl.
up a narrow flight of stairs
in a narrow little room,
as i lie upon my bed
in the early evening gloom.
impaled on my wall
my eyes can dimly see
the pattern of my life
and the puzzle that is me.
from the moment of my birth
to the instant of my death,
there are patterns i must follow
just as i must breathe each breath.
like a rat in a maze
the path before me lies,
and the pattern never alters
until the rat dies.
and the pattern still remains
on the wall where darkness fell,
and it's fitting that it should,
for in darkness i must dwell.
like the color of my skin,
or the day that i grow old,
my life is made of patterns
that can scarcely be controlled. -
black sabbath ın gitaristi tony iommi nin 2000 yılında çıkardığı "iommi" albumünün 5. parçası. system of a down dan serj tankian eşlik etmiş..
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serj tankian'ın seslendirdiği akıllara zarar şarkı... yok böyle bir vokal, böyle bir enstrümantasyon...
life is a story
go ahead and find your sight
life is your glory
go ahead and live the night
but to live means to be here
in the present now
do try to bow for the gift of your day
then you cede to the morning sun
pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
life is a story
go ahead and find your sight
but to live means to be here
in the present now
do try to bow for the gift of your day
then you cede to the morning sun
pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
what is it that makes us lose sight
true sight, of what is real and essential
i'll take organized patterns of chaos
over the chaotic organizations of man, any day
pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
pretending that we live doesn't make us alive -
amerikan şair amy lowell'in 19. yüzyılın sosyal standartlarına, ideal davranış biçimlerine ve dönemin toplumundaki kadının yeri'ne karşı yazdığı bir bakıma ironik, eleştirel, her satırında ayrı bir imge barındıran uzun şiirinin adıdır ayrıca.
patterns
i walk down the garden paths,
and all the daffodils
are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
i walk down the patterned garden-paths
in my stiff, brocaded gown.
with my powdered hair and jewelled fan,
i too am a rare
pattern. as i wander down
the garden paths.
my dress is richly figured,
and the train
makes a pink and silver stain
on the gravel, and the thrift
of the borders.
just a plate of current fashion,
tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
not a softness anywhere about me,
only whalebone and brocade.
and i sink on a seat in the shade
of a lime tree. for my passion
wars against the stiff brocade.
the daffodils and squills
flutter in the breeze
as they please.
and i weep;
for the lime-tree is in blossom
and one small flower has dropped upon my bosom.
and the plashing of waterdrops
in the marble fountain
comes down the garden-paths.
the dripping never stops.
underneath my stiffened gown
is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,
a basin in the midst of hedges grown
so thick, she cannot see her lover hiding,
but she guesses he is near,
and the sliding of the water
seems the stroking of a dear
hand upon her.
what is summer in a fine brocaded gown!
i should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
all the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.
i would be the pink and silver as i ran along the paths,
and he would stumble after,
bewildered by my laughter.
i should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles
on his shoes.
i would choose
to lead him in a maze along the patterned paths,
a bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover,
till he caught me in the shade,
and the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me,
aching, melting, unafraid.
with the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,
and the plopping of the waterdrops,
all about us in the open afternoon --
i am very like to swoon
with the weight of this brocade,
for the sun sifts through the shade.
underneath the fallen blossom
in my bosom,
is a letter i have hid.
it was brought to me this morning by a rider from the duke.
"madam, we regret to inform you that lord hartwell
died in action thursday se'nnight."
as i read it in the white, morning sunlight,
the letters squirmed like snakes.
"any answer, madam," said my footman.
"no," i told him.
"see that the messenger takes some refreshment.
no, no answer."
and i walked into the garden,
up and down the patterned paths,
in my stiff, correct brocade.
the blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,
each one.
i stood upright too,
held rigid to the pattern
by the stiffness of my gown.
up and down i walked,
up and down.
in a month he would have been my husband.
in a month, here, underneath this lime,
we would have broke the pattern;
he for me, and i for him,
he as colonel, i as lady,
on this shady seat.
he had a whim
that sunlight carried blessing.
and i answered, "it shall be as you have said."
now he is dead.
in summer and in winter i shall walk
up and down
the patterned garden-paths
in my stiff, brocaded gown.
the squills and daffodils
will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.
i shall go
up and down,
in my gown.
gorgeously arrayed,
boned and stayed.
and the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace
by each button, hook, and lace.
for the man who should loose me is dead,
fighting with the duke in flanders,
in a pattern called a war.
christ! what are patterns for? -
baby darling doll face honey albümüden bir band of skulls şarkısı.
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yeni bir minecraft klonu. bu sefer sadece küplerle değil üçgen objelerle de tasarım yapılabiliyor. elbette daha pek çok özellik bulunmakta. second life yapımcısı linden lab tarafından geliştiriliyor. bu da resmi duyuru videosu: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=locopsoevee
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band of skulls şarkısı. eşlik etmesi çok zevkli.hem saymayı da öğretiyor.sözleri ;
there's one for the sorrow
and two for the joy
and three for the girls
and four for the boys
there's five for the silver
and six for the gold
and seven for the secrets
that are never to be told
there's eight in the river
and nine in my head
and ten of the worst kind sleeping in my bed
there's a pattern, there's a pattern
there's a pattern there to followed
there's a pattern, there's a pattern
there's a pattern there to followed
oh, oh, oh, to follow oh, oh, oh, to follow
there's one for the money
and two for the sin
and three for the tongue
when authority kicks in
there's four for the reason
and five for the tricks
but nothing's going to save you
from the six, six, six
there's seven for the days
and seven for the nights
and seven for the heavens
and the tunnel and the lights
there's a pattern, there's a pattern
there's a pattern there to followed
there's a pattern, there's a pattern
there's a pattern there to followed
oh, oh, oh, to follow oh, oh, oh, to follow (to follow, to follow, to follow)
oh, oh, oh, to follow oh, oh, oh, to follow -
dangerous intentions isimli 2013 model albumleri ile kulaklarin pasini silen bir muzik yapan grup. biraz indie, ve biraz disco ama nu-disco. uzun uzun dinleyip siz sikmiyor olusu ile gonulleri fethediyor.
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alt-j gibi gec keşfetmediğime sevindiğim indie grup. hadi nice güzel albümlerinize çocuklar.
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