Drafted.. / Camel

Nude’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. The
postman muttered something about wishing he could go too
and handed over a yellow envelope.
It was a command long overdue that called for healthy,
young men.

In reply to your request,
please find…
I hereby protest.
To the ways and means you use
you know…
I cannot refuse.

So I’ll take this vow
of Loyalty.
Fight for the right,
You have said,
To be free.

When this time has run its course,
I must…
Live without remorse.
For the deeds I’m bound to do,
I know…
it’s all the same to you.

But I won’t forget
the memory…
Taking a life,
for a life…
to be free.

Nude’s life revolved around orders. He found himself pushed
and pulled onto a crowded deck of uniformed figures who
shared the same expressionless faces. Loved ones stood
anxiously on the pier as the transport faded into separating mist.
Water and night seemed one. Nude was going to war…

Thunder cracked. Ramps hit the beach and countless boots
assaulted the shore. His heart punding, Nude stumbled
headlong into the undergrowth in a desperate search for
refuge. Sheets of rain drenched the sunless forest as the skies
opened raging down on the tiny island. Panic-stricken, Nude
staggered forward and fell unconscious.
Raindrops spattered from the trees onto Nude’s face.
Startled and confused, Nude listened in the humid silence; he
was alone and had no idea where he was. Worst of all, he didn’t
know what had become of his Regiment.
The setting sin left Nude with the growing darkness of his
fears. He made camp and slept with dreams of a dawn rescue,
unaware that his Unit had already left the island. In wartime, one
less soldier is hardly noticeable.

Seasons turned with time. Nude had given up the search for his
Unit but continued to move through the jungle, bayonet poised,
as if a thousand eyes were upon him. Home was a cave in a
hidden lagoon with abundant vegetation and fresh springs. The
highest point of the island provided shelter from annual
monsoon floods and sanctuary for his soul.
His military duties consisted of a monthly visit to the
mountain top whereupon he ceremoniously croaked the
national anthem and fired one precious bullet into the air.
In the loneliness he endured, Nude found an inner strength
that flowed with the rhythm of instinct.

Drafted, Nude / Camel

Bir haftabaşı daha..

Kalbime gir, bahar ol,
Yüreğim tazelensin..

Vee bir pazartesi daha. Yine bölümdeyim. Sabah geldiğim minibüsün radyosunda çalıyordu bu şarkı, ki pek severim bu rast makamından şarkıyı. Bir de tabii

O bir gölgedir, varlık sanırsın

diyen ve makamını hatırlayamadığım, ve arayınca da bulamadığım o güzel şarkı. Belki Hande bulabilir/hatırlayabilir.

Haftasonunda babam bizdeydi, tabii burada biz hikaye, dede bey, apaçık torununu görmeye gelmişti, güzel bir haftasonu geçti, kızı parka götürdük birlikte..

Dedeyle Torun Kuğulu Park 9 Aralık 2006

Şimdi de odamdayım. Haftasonu HyperChem’in bir hilesini yakaladım, bugün üstesinden geleyim, ileride referans olur diye detaylı bir şekilde yazarım.

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Tabii duvardan bahsedip Hedwig’den bahsetmemek olmaz (ve Roland Barthes’ın dediği gibi: Bir hadım hikayesi bedeli ödenmeden anlatılamaz.)

Hedwig

I was born on the other side
Of a town ripped in two
I made it over the great divide
Now I’m coming for you

Enemies and adversaries
They try and tear me down
You want me baby, I dare you
Try and tear me down

I rose from off of the doctor’s slab
Like Lazarus from the pit
Now everyone wants to take a stab
And decorate me
With blood, graffiti and spit

Enemies and adversaries
They try to tear me down
You want me, baby, I dare you
Try and tear me down

On August 13, 1961,
A wall was erected
Down the middle of the city of Berlin
The world was divided by a cold war
And the Berlin Wall
Was the most hated symbol of that divide
Reviled, graffitied, spit upon
We thought the wall would stand forever
And now that it’s gone
We don’t know who we are anymore
Ladies and gentlemen
Hedwig is like that wall
Standing before you in the divide
Between East and West
Slavery and freedom
Man and woman
Top and bottom
And you can try and tear her down
But before you do
You must remember one thing–Hed:

There ain’t much of a difference
Between a bridge and a wall
Without me right in the middle, babe
You would be nothing at all

Enemies and adversaries
They try and tear me down
You want me, baby, I dare you
Try and tear me down

John Cameron Mitchell & Stephen Trask,
Tear Me Down

Musiki – New York Dolls

Son birkaç gündür müzik diyetim Rage Against The MachineBattle of L.A., Bad ReligionStranger than Fiction ve AnthraxPersistance of Time‘dan mürekkep idi. Aralara da, olmazsa olmaz Buzzcocks ile son zamanlarda depreşen GreendayDookie serpiştirmekteydim. Sanırım sertliğin biraz artması uzun süre Frou Frou, Dido ve Cardigans dinlemenin bünyede gerçekleştirdiği yumuşamaya bir tepki 8). Az evvel, Doruk sayesinde kavuştuğum, nicedir merak ettiğim New York Dolls‘un 1973 tarihli çıkış albümünü dinlemeye koyuldum ve benzer umutlarla vaktiyle denediğim MC5‘ın aksine, aşırı beğendim. Saldırgan anlarında Nick Cave’i, sakin olduklarında ise Lou Reed’i tınıyorlar ama tabii ki tarihe bakınca… 8) Lou Reed’in anılarında vardır, bunlar ilk albümü çıkartmışlardır, sonra konser vermek üzere California’ya giderler, tarih herhalde 67-68 civarı, havaalanından inerler, taksinin radyosunda Mamas and Papas çalmaktadır.. 8))))) Venus in Furs’ü söyleyen bir grubu California Dreaming’i dinlerken tasavvur etmek! Nette bakındım, onu bulamadım ama şunu buldum:

The band’s members about hippies, West Coast music etc:
Lou Reed: “Frank Zappa is the most untalented bore who ever lived. You know, people like Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, all those people are just the most untalented bores that ever came up”
Morrison: “We all hated hippies”
Tucker: “We really despised all of the West Coast bands”

Kaynak : http://www.lemanszone.dk/vu/quote/vuquotecontent-e.htm

I’m Sticking With You

Maureen 'Moe' Tucker
Sterling Morrison
Lou Reed
John Cale

I’m sticking with you / Velvet Underground (Lou Reed)

I’m sticking with you
‘Cos I’m made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I’m gonna do too

You held up a stage coach in the rain
And I’m doing the same
Saw you’re hanging from a tree
And I made believe it was me

I’m sticking with you
‘Cos I’m made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I’m gonna do too

People going to the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the cong?

But with you by my side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right or wrong

I’ll do anything for you
Anything you want me too
I’ll do anything for you
Oohoh I’m sticking with you
Oohoh I’m sticking with you
Oohoh I’m sticking with you