you’re keeping it quiet
as you’re taking a bite
from the sandwich you hate

but you’ve got to eat, right?
that's what people do
when they’re not sure what is what

oh, i know you
i know you

you’re broken and unheard
you’re strong but you’re hurt
you wish you were a bird
… and could fly
… far away

… from this damned synthetic unreal setting of life
you say
as you drop your essence, salty and wet, from you eyes

oh, i know you
i know you

let's consume alcohol and fuck until it’s morning
and tomorrow, let’s do it all over again
let’s run out of glasses and clean sheets
and let’s lick each other’s wounds nonetheless

where i am is not a better place than where i know you are standing
i’m as much of a lost cause as you are
the only real difference is that i know a few secure hideouts
and i know you need one

oh, i know you

her açtığımda isteksiz, yorgun gözlerimi
gökyüzü bulanık, gri ve serin
soluğum dikenli

beynim ezilirken yıllarca bıkmadan topladığım
eski püskü sözcüklerin altında
ben dediğim ne varsa benim
birkaç yalan cümle aslında

ben çok fazla ağırım bana

ıslak şarap, kuru duman, verimsiz, ıssız bir adam
gri ve serin sisin içinde yolunu bulmaya çalışan
hırıltılı boğazında kalan son birkaç çığlıkla
tüm göksel ışıklara küfürler yağdıran

ben çok fazla ağırım bana
-öl!-

griveserin

a little imperfection is all you need
to be perfect the way you are
but you...
you’ve got those eyes
…
you’re a savage thunder
roaring and raping 
everyone and everything
that happens to be around you

stop! don't you dare sell me that pink-bright consolation
i’d rather make up my own lies of wine and die in peace
you don’t know how many years of peace you owe me
--- don't you dare give me that stupid comprehension
just let me enjoy my meat stew and peas


do you ever feel you’re in a well?
well, i hope you don’t and you’re doing just well
cuz it’s moist and it stinks and it’s dark 
down here
and i’m not sure if survival is a blessing
cuz i've never seen a corpse suffering…
suffering from anything

stop! don't you dare sell me that pink-bright consolation
i’d rather make up my own lies of wine and die in peace
you don’t know how many years of peace you owe me
--- don't you dare give me that stupid comprehension
just let me enjoy my meat stew and peas

stop! don't you dare sell me that pink-bright consolation
i’d rather make up my own lies of wine and die in peace
you don’t know how many years of piss you’ve cost me
--- don't you dare give me that stupid comprehension
just let me enjoy my meat stew and peas

meat stew and peas

"smoke the life before it smokes you out"

famous blue raincoat (l.c. cover)

although it’s too late 
to be so self-centered
feelings never care how mean they can be
and they never know how deep they can hurt

so, all you want is to be happy
live the life calmly, quietly and in peace
while the grounds under my feet shake in the storms
with me ready to hug a sudden death

still not easy to face
not less than a catastrophe to confess
this is why i am so frightened
i’m so weak, and so hopeless
this is why i hate to touch your innocence

so, all i want is you to be gone
i just pray all nights for a death alone
and just don’t waste your tears for nothing
free your mind from the songs i used to sing
for you

i don’t know what happens with me inside
nobody never knows what goes on inside
words… oh words... words no more serve well enough
and i just cannot figure nothing out

still, if you say yes
i can fool you forever
oh yeah, i can fool you forever
and you can be my penalty
my payback for all the hearts i’ve broken so far
still if you say yes,
i promise i’ll do my best to cheer you up forever
and keep you away from the demons in my mind

so, i promise on the pureness of
all babies born dead

still not easy to face
not less than a catastrophe to confess
this is why the grounds under my feet shake
this is why I’m so weak, and so hopeless (alt. helpless)
hating myself touching your innocence

o nt hepurene ssof allb abie sbor ndead

i wish i was as cool as you
i wish my lies were all  true

totally hate now what i‘ve become
seems like it’s something i can’t overcome
everlasting sorrow

tired of trying to work things out
deprived of the strength to walk the way out
tell me about tomorrow

i wish i was as cool as you
i wish my lies were all  true
just ‘cuz i breathe doesn’t mean i’m alive
everything i'm is meant to burn in the fire
more misery is to grow

look at me and describe what you see
laughter bless this disturbed dead wanna-be
wish i could start over

there’s nothing ever worse than too late
remember, suffer and suffocate
these wounds i can’t cover

i wish i was as cool as you
i wish my lies were all  true
just ‘cuz i breathe doesn’t mean i’m alive
everything i’m is meant to burn in the fire
oh could it be harder?

cool as you

i'm whom i wanna be
finally
and i fought dark nights for nights for this
but i'm out of melodies
dreams, falls and memories
now what?

last night i had a beautiful nightmare
the sky told me that she would migrate elsewhere
birds were committing suicide
in flocks
such an enviable blessed redemption, i thought

i can’t draw, can’t write 
and obviously
i can’t sing a nice song
properly

it consumes me to tell my stories
and every story of mine
is about night and death

last night i had a beautiful nightmare
the sky told me that she would migrate elsewhere
birds were committing suicide
in flocks
such an enviable blessed redemption, i thought

i could try to smoke myself up to death
and i know i’d enjoy every single breath
maybe peace of mind ain’t good for some of us
and some questions are only to be asked

all answers are wrong and artificial

all answers are wrong (and artificial)

beyler
siz sadece çözülmesi gereken bir problemsiniz
zarif ve şiddetli bir sabaha karşı devrimi
ölseniz iyi ama bekleyemem, siz ölmezsiniz
şiddetli ve yaratıcı bir sabaha karşı devrimi

ve cümleler
gördüklerimi görmemiş ve bildiklerimi bilmiyor olsam 
inanırdım belki

oysa beyler
mühim ve esaslı bir yanlışlık var bu hayatta
size münhasır bir çığlık yaşlandı gırtlağımda
sizlere salın-salıncak bir devrim var dimağımda 

devrim, sinemalarda
devrim, meydanlarda
devrim, küçük asya’da
devrim, kafatasınızda

~

gentlemen
all in all, you’re just a problem to be solved
an elegant and violent revolution toward the morning
wish you died but you won’t and I can’t wait
a violent and creative revolution toward the morning

and the sentences…
had I not seen what I’ve seen and had I not known what I know
I might have believed you, perhaps

though, gentlemen
something crucial and essential is wrong with this life
a scream exclusive to you has aged in my throat
a revolution of hanging and swinging is what I have for you in my mind
 

revolution… in the movie theaters!
revolution… in the squares!
revolution… in asia minor!
revolution… in your skulls!

zarif ve şiddetli

come on in and just be with me
i’m all about suicide and poetry
i will lie to you and i will love you
i'll expect you do the same to me


oh good, glad to hear that
truly happy for you
me?
yeah, i’ve been bleeding here and there 
on a daily basis
half the time i’m that little girl in the bee costume
in that blind melon video

i just can’t remember
what i’m supposed to do with this messed up and broken heart?
i just don’t know
how not to play myself out with open cards


there’s one thing i don’t doubt
and i would shout it out loud
had i known it

but what i know for a fact is
that
the joy is mine
the pain is mine

and when i’m unwanted
i won’t molotov cocktail the town
i’ll just find me another crew and another crowd 
for 
another revolution

and what i know for a fact is
that
the joy is mine
the pain is mine

does your plane ever land in my town?
does your plane ever land in my town?
does your plane (not) ever land in my town?

joy is mine pain is mine

such a fucking waste
what you say and do
all you love and kill

such a sour taste
sour and repulsive
whatever you lost and miss
all you take and give

it’s okay baby, it’s just fine
we've been hurt before and survived
we know what it means to be ugly
and how it smothers one’s life
it’s okay baby, it’s …

i've had you stay inside 
my chest for too long
we were young and i… 
… granted you my heart
such a fucking waste
such a fucking waste
such a fucking waste

such a sour taste
what you say and do
how you love and kill
how you love 
and kill
how you love 
and 
kill

granted you my

the times when they were running nowhere
the times when they were free
lost homeless dogs under the rain
with their wet furs, thirsty hearts and hopes in vain
hearing/ making stories, tasting poisons
trying to make a life out of their grey days
having been denied by the seasons
they’ve always been faithful to their own ways…

…that led them to darkness, the only home they’ve ever known and they will ever know
dreaming was useless, it only helped them fool themselves and forget what they saw

they knew that they were wrong and they knew they were all meant to die alone
still, they prayed on to a god in self-denial whom they fell upon 

they moved on to darkness, the only home they’ve ever known and they will ever know
dreaming was useless, it only helped them fool themselves and forget what they saw

they knew that they were wrong and they knew they were all meant to die alone
still, they prayed on to a god in self-denial whom they fell upon

and rehab mostly didn’t work
and rehab mostly didn’t work
and rehab mostly didn’t work at all

the boy becomes a man
the man becomes a junkie
every junkie dies as a child

and rehab mostly doesn’t work
and rehab mostly doesn’t work
and rehab mostly doesn’t work at all

denied by the seasons

herkesle ödeştim
ne borcum kaldı ne gücüm
herkesi affettim
ne hırsım kaldı ne hıncım
ardım sıra yürüyen bir silüetsin sen şimdi
kemirdikçe büyüyen bir pişmanlık içimi

tüm masum,yüzler seni parlarken
ben ruhumu vücudumdan azad ederken
kollarını aç cesedime
ben bütün mezarlardan sana gelirken

kollarını aç cesedime

yarın güneş doğmayacak, bitecek hepsi
bileklerinden çözülecek tüm zorunluluklar
yarın gerek olmayacak uyanmana
yarın yüzleşmen gerekecek bir sabah olmayacak
yarın yoluna girecek yolunu yitirmiş her şey
yarın yürümen gereken yollar olmayacak

hadi uyu… rahatça… şimdi…
hadi uyu… rahatça… şimdi…
yarın güneş doğmayacak
ve bitecek hepsi
yarın güneş doğmayacak
ve geçecek hepsi

uyku hapı (ninni)

Işık Taşıyan is a half-assed bastard, who can't really play his guitar, and yet can't help writing awkward, perhaps awful songs about his bad trips and singing them most terribly as he never stops growing old.
These are his raw, acoustic tracks recorded live on a phone.
~
Işık Taşıyan'ın son derece kusurlu icra edilmiş, bir telefon marifetiyle canlı kaydedilmiş şarkılarıdır.

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