Hay ve Dylan

Çok ama çok özlüyorum gerçekten. Üzgünüm olanlar için. Yapılabilecek birşey olsa gerçekten yapmaya hazırım. Resimlere bakıp ağlamak, yaptıklarımızı düşünmek ve bir anda ilişkinin bitmesi. Acı veriyor sürekli bu insana. Birçok insan gereksiz, yapma ve değmezmiş diyor. Başkaları için olsa belki geçerli olurdu ama bu, bu çok farklı. Düşündükçe ne kadar üst düzeyde bir ilişki yaşamışız ve ne kadar çabuk bunu harcamışız. Bir şans deyip etrafta dolanıyorum. Günlük işlerimi hallediyorum, kitabımı okuyorum, müziğimi dinliyorum ve filmimi izliyorum. Bunları önceden de yapardım. Ancak bunları Ayşe'yle beraber yapmak ne kadar zevkliymiş. Anlamsız belki.

İki şarkı şu sıralar aklımda ve playlistimde. Biri Colin Hay, diğeri Bob Dylan. Sözlerini buraya geçmeden bugünü tamamlamış sayılmam. Daha radyoya gidip dünkü işimi halletmeliyim. Evde yalnız kalmak sanırım bana yaramıyor.

Colin Hay - I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Bob Dylan - Mama, You Been On My Mind

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

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