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

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
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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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