broken glass

• and now my bitter hands
  feel the broken glass^*
  
  pearljam in gogus kisminda agri yapan black indeki en can alici yerlerden biri
• bir arthur miller oyunu. yahudi düşmanlığı, ikinci dünya savaşı, savaş döneminde oluşan ruhsal hastalıklar, histeri, amerikan düzeninde kimliğin kaybolması bu oyunun ana temalarıdır. cam kırıkları olarak dilimize çevrilmiştir.
• bir the gathering $arkisi. souvenirs'ten.
• souvenirs albümünün lezzetli parçalarından biri. sözleri de böyle işte:
  
  "strange vibe
  circles round
  tries to comfort
  buzzing sounds
  
  form an arrow
  point at us
  we the target
  are the one
  
  place your bet
  on the best
  the fastest horse
  you can find
  
  drop yourself
  in the grass
  breathe the air
  at last
  hold on tight
  don't fall down
  
  breathe the air
  trough the water
  
  form an arrow
  point at us
  we the target
  are the center
  
  find the key
  lock the door
  close your eyes
  for encore
  
  drop yourself
  in the grass
  breathe the air
  at last
  hold on tight
  don't you fall down
  breathe the air
  trough the water
  
  find your peace
  turn inside
  you the target
  you the center
  
  find the key
  lock the door
  close your eyes
  for encore
  
  drop yourself
  in the grass
  breathe the air
  at last
  hold on tight
  don't you fall down
  breathe the air
  trough the water"
• mısra kıvrımlarında inceden zen sezilebilen parça
• the gathering'in en "olgun" parcasidir benim nazarimda. sozlerindeki yalinligi ve arkada e$lik eden dolu dolu muzigiyle tam bir $aheser niteligindedir. "black light district" albumundeki solo piyano versiyonunda, anneke van giersbergen bunu daha ust bir perdeden soyler, parcanin sozlerini "her an kayip gideceklermi$" gibi hissettirir ki bu da parcanin huznune huzun katar.
• hem hüzünlü hem huzur dolu şarkılardan. ders çalışırken dinle, ağlamak için dinle, dinlenmek için dinle, dinlemek için dinle, keyiflenmek için dinle, anılar depreşsin diye dinle...
• bir king diamond parçası.
  
  copy/paste sözler:
  
  the storm was gone, but dark clouds still hung around
  the perfect setting for things to come, late afternoon
  she was still in bed after her visit to the crypt
  someone was calling henry's name
  or was it only in her dream?
  
  a dream of breaking glass, glass cutting into flesh
  rain turning red, blood running for the dead
  
  again she heard a name... it was louder, but the same
  
  jonathan was fighting his way out of bed
  [jonathan:] "where is brandon henry and why is he late?"
  [abigail:] "he didn't feel very well today
  so i sent him back to bed and there he'll stay
  but i, my dear, will cater to your needs
  for you i will be the hand, the hand that feeds"
  
  abigail obsessed with her revenge
  her old spirit was back
  it made her remember her dream of broken glass
  "use it in your scheme, the broken glass"
  
  broken glass crushed into sugar glace
  making dinner for jonathan, abigail was having fun
  would it be romantic dinner or slaughter of the lamb?
  would broken glass be cutting deep, deep into the flesh of a man?
  
  dinner was enjoyed by candlelight
  and jonathan was wearing his
  funeral suit, it put him in the right mood
  whatever it took, he would do
  
  he was in love... he was in love again
  he was in love... he was in love again
  but abigail would soon feed his love away
  feed his love away
  
  "dinner is served"
• bu aralar hayatımın fon müziği olan mükemmel the gathering şarkısı. bunun yanında üzünçlü zamanlarımda dinlerken moralimi yükseltmesi gibi mistik güçleri de vardır. ilginç.
• the gathering'in tahrip gücü yüksek, bomba tesirli parçası.
  
  piano eşliğinde ise daha naif, kır çiçekleri arasında uzanıp yaklaşan nihai sona gülümsemek gibi