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Sıtması tutuyor sık sık
Kalmak istemediğim halde bu şehirde
Oysa
Kaybettiğimi bile bile
Aynı filme giriyorum hep
Sonu farklı biter diye
Suare'de

İçimdeki sinemaların
Hoş kokulu fuayelerinde kaldı
On dakikalık aralarım
Aralıksız

Aralıksızdı ayrılırken
Gözbebeğimin tatlı ninnileri
Kulaklarımda
Kulağıma
Melankolik küpeler ısmarlayan
İmitasyon fısıltılar

Gitmeliyim
Cebimde bir tomar yılgınlıkla
Efkarımı ateşe verip bu kentten
Yırtarak bütün sinema biletlerini
Köprü çıkışı

Islat
Maviliklerimi İstanbul!
Kükre yedi tepesinden
Ki
Dönmesin içimdeki aslan geri
Lakin bilirim ya
Dişlerinde değil ecel
Öfkemde ölür dilim

Peşimden gelirse
Müzmin sıtmalarım...

poem by Muzaffer Akin
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We The Cats

And the time is right
And tonight's the night
Alreed-alright
Come on, old man, come on
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like gi's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep i'll betcha
So reap this righteous riff
Well, we the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like gi's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep i'll betcha
So reap this righteous riff
Well, we the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like gi's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep i'll betcha
Skibble-de-dooba
Skibble-de-boy-boy
Skibble-de-reeba
This righteous, this righteous riff

song performed by Joe Jackson
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We The Cats (Shall Hep Ya)

(words and music by Cab Calloway and Jack Palmer)
And the time is right
And tonight's the night
Alreed-alright
Come on, old man, come on
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like GI's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep I'll betcha
So reap this righteous riff
Well, we the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like GI's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep I'll betcha
So reap this righteous riff
(instrumnetal break)
Well, we the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Here's the beat to hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Well, you gotta come on like GI's
You dig the repeat with me and sigh
Put it right on the lee high
Then you can really get by, oh my
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
Now you're hep I'll betcha
Skibble-de-dooba
Skibble-de-boy-boy
Skibble-de-reeba
This righteous, this righteous riff

song performed by Joe Jackson
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Ang Hagdan ng Buhay

Ang buhay ay hagdan na bawat baitang
ay mayroong turo't iniiwang aral.
Sa dulo ng hagdan ako'y nakarating.
Anu-anong aral ba'ng naiwan sa 'kin?

Ang unang baitang, di ko namalayan
Ang aking paligid, hindi nawarian
Ako pa ay sanggol at kulang sa muwang
Ngunit kahit konti, na'y may natutunan
Ang ilan sa aking pangangailangan
Umiyak lang ako'y aking nakakamtan
Pag ako'y nagutom, sa 'ki'y ilalapit
Ang dibdib ni Inang sa gatas ay tigib
Pag ako'y naginaw, ako ay nanlamig
Ako'y mababalot, yakap na mainit
Ngunit gusto ko mang do'n ay manatili
Hindi mangyayari, hindi maaari
Ako nga'y sagana do'n sa pagmamahal
Ngunit kailangang ako ay lumisan

Sa pagkabata ko ako ay dumatal
Doo'y nakapulot din ng konting aral
Ang buhay ng bata ay di laging tamis
Doo'y mayro'ng lumbay, may hapdi at sakit
Laruang nawala, kaibigang lumayo
O kagat ng langgam ay pagkasiphayo
Napag-alaman ko na maari pa rin
Sa pag-iyak lamang, gusto'y maging akin
Sa konting sipag at pagkamasunurin
Mayroong gantimpalang sa aki'y darating

Ilang taon lamang ay nagulat ako
Ako ay isa nang taong binatilyo
Ang pagiging bata ay aking iniwan
Ako pala'y meron nang pananagutan
Sa mga kapatid, sa mga magulang
Sa ikabubuhay dapat nang tumulong
Ang pag-aaral na'y isang obligasyon
Sa tatag ng bukas ay isang pundasyon
Di lahat ng hiling pa ay makakamtan
Kailangang sila na ay pagpaguran

Sa pagkabinata ay aking nalaman
Ang pag-ibig pala'y sari-sari'ng taglay
May tamis, ligaya, hapis, kalungkutan
Pait o ligaya, bigo o tagumpay

Sa pagkabinata ko rin napagmasdan
Mga paruparo na nagliliparan
Sa mga bulaklak ay palipat-lipat

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poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Run On

(traditional - arranged by elvis presley)
Well you may run on for a long time
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Stop God almighty let me tell you the news
My heads been wet with the midnight dews
Coming down on my bended knees
Talking to the man from galilee
My God spoke and he spoke so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet
He put one hand upon my head
Great God almighty let me tell you what he said
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
You may throw your rock and hide your hand
Working in the dark against your fellow man
As sure as God made the day and the night
What you do in the dark will be brought to the light
You may run and hide, slip and slide
Trying to take the mote from your neighbours eyes
As sure as God made the rich and poor
You gonna reap just what you sow
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Some people go to church just to sit in the fire
Trying to make a date with the neighbours wife
Brother let me tell you as sure as youre born
You better leave that woman alone
Because one of these days mark my word
You think that brother is going to work
And youll sneak up and knock on that door
Thats all brother youll knock no more
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down

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song performed by Elvis Presley
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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Quintus

Incipit Liber Sextus

Est gula, que nostrum maculavit prima parentem
Ex vetito pomo, quo dolet omnis homo
Hec agit, ut corpus anime contraria spirat,
Quo caro fit crassa, spiritus atque macer.
Intus et exterius si que virtutis habentur,
Potibus ebrietas conviciata ruit.
Mersa sopore labis, que Bachus inebriat hospes,
Indignata Venus oscula raro premit.

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The grete Senne original,
Which every man in general
Upon his berthe hath envenymed,
In Paradis it was mystymed:
Whan Adam of thilke Appel bot,
His swete morscel was to hot,
Which dedly made the mankinde.
And in the bokes as I finde,
This vice, which so out of rule
Hath sette ous alle, is cleped Gule;
Of which the branches ben so grete,
That of hem alle I wol noght trete,
Bot only as touchende of tuo
I thenke speke and of no mo;
Wherof the ferste is Dronkeschipe,
Which berth the cuppe felaschipe.
Ful many a wonder doth this vice,
He can make of a wisman nyce,
And of a fool, that him schal seme
That he can al the lawe deme,
And yiven every juggement
Which longeth to the firmament
Bothe of the sterre and of the mone;
And thus he makth a gret clerk sone
Of him that is a lewed man.
Ther is nothing which he ne can,
Whil he hath Dronkeschipe on honde,
He knowth the See, he knowth the stronde,
He is a noble man of armes,
And yit no strengthe is in his armes:
Ther he was strong ynouh tofore,
With Dronkeschipe it is forlore,
And al is changed his astat,
And wext anon so fieble and mat,
That he mai nouther go ne come,
Bot al togedre him is benome
The pouer bothe of hond and fot,

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poem by John Gower
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Cleanness

Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende
& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,
Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche
& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge.
For wonder wroth is þe Wy3þat wro3t alle þinges
Wyth þe freke þat in fylþe fol3es Hym after,
As renkez of relygioun þat reden & syngen
& aprochen to hys presens & prestez arn called;
Thay teen vnto his temmple & temen to hym seluen,
Reken with reuerence þay rychen His auter;
Þay hondel þer his aune body & vsen hit boþe.
If þay in clannes be clos þay cleche gret mede;
Bot if þay conterfete crafte & cortaysye wont,
As be honest vtwyth & inwith alle fylþez,
Þen ar þay synful hemself & sulped altogeder
Boþe God & His gere, & hym to greme cachen.
He is so clene in His courte, þe Kyng þat al weldez,
& honeste in His housholde & hagherlych serued
With angelez enourled in alle þat is clene,
Boþ withine & withouten in wedez ful bry3t;
Nif he nere scoymus & skyg & non scaþe louied,
Hit were a meruayl to much, hit mo3t not falle.
Kryst kydde hit Hymself in a carp onez,
Þeras He heuened a3t happez & hy3t hem her medez.
Me mynez on one amonge oþer, as Maþew recordez,
Þat þus clanness vnclosez a ful cler speche:
Þe haþel clene of his hert hapenez ful fayre,
For he schal loke on oure Lorde with a bone chere';
As so saytz, to þat sy3t seche schal he neuer
Þat any vnclannesse hatz on, auwhere abowte;
For He þat flemus vch fylþe fer fro His hert
May not byde þat burre þat hit His body ne3en.
Forþy hy3not to heuen in haterez totorne,
Ne in þe harlatez hod, & handez vnwaschen.
For what vrþly haþel þat hy3honour haldez
Wolde lyke if a ladde com lyþerly attyred,
When he were sette solempnely in a sete ryche,
Abof dukez on dece, with dayntys serued?
Þen þe harlot with haste helded to þe table,
With rent cokrez at þe kne & his clutte traschez,
& his tabarde totorne, & his totez oute,
Oþer ani on of alle þyse, he schulde be halden vtter,
With mony blame ful bygge, a boffet peraunter,
Hurled to þe halle dore & harde þeroute schowued,
& be forboden þat bor3e to bowe þider neuer,
On payne of enprysonment & puttyng in stokkez;
& þus schal he be schent for his schrowde feble,
Þa3neuer in talle ne in tuch he trespas more.
& if vnwelcum he were to a worþlych prynce,
3et hym is þe hy3e Kyng harder in her euen;

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poem by Anonymous Americas
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Masal

Burkar iimi bir sz
im boulur
Sanki peri padiahnn kz
Bu kadar naz sabr kalmaz
Etme ne olur
Sarkar iime bir hasret
imde durur
Sanki anka kuu musun mbarek
Kavurup kasp srra kadem basp
Gitme ne olur
Masal bu ya oldu ya
Cezbime tutuldu ya kama
Byle biri karna ka kere kar*2
CHORUS
Geldi deli efkarn iimi sard
Gir sinemin sinemin iine yar
Bak ya oldun didemin ucunda varsn
Ak sinemim sinemin iini sar
CHORUS
Burkar iimi bir sz
im boulur
Sanki peri padiahnn kz
Bu kadar naz sabr kalmaz
Etme ne olur
Bu hayal meyal masal hep okuduum mu
Seni ejdarhann elinden alp koruduum mu
Hani kahramanlar gibi sevecekken seni
Masal bitti ya akacak bak farketmedin mi
CHORUS
Yalnz varsz demektir
Elsiz kolsuz demektir
Kalan yalnz kalrsa
Giden insafsz demektir
CHORUS
Geldi deli efkarn iimi sard
Gir sinemin sinemin iine yar
Sen bitmisin kular gider
Dostlar gitmi
Bir varmsn bir yokmusun

song performed by Yasar
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Patience

Pacience is a poynt, þa33e,
& quo for þro may no3t þole, þe þikker he sufferes.
&Thorn;en is better to abyde þe bur vmbestoundes
&Thorn;en ay þrow forth my þro, þa33e masse,
How Mathew melede þat his Mayster His meyny con teche.
A3t happes He hem hy3t & vcheon a mede,
Sunderlupes, for hit dissert, vpon a ser wyse:
Thay arn happen þat han in hert pouerte,
For hores is þe heuen-ryche to holde for euer;
&Thorn;ay ar happen also þat haunte mekenesse,
For þay schal welde þis worlde & alle her wylle haue;
Thay ar happen also þat for her harme wepes,
For þay schal comfort encroche in kythes ful mony;
&Thorn;ay ar happen also þat hungeres after ry3t,
For þay schal frely be refete ful of alle gode;
Thay ar happen also þat han in hert rauþe,
For mercy in alle maneres her mede schal worþe;
&Thorn;ay ar happen also þat arn of hert clene,
For þay her Sauyour in sete schal se with her y3en;
Thay ar happen also þat halden her pese,
For þay þe gracious Godes sunes schal godly be called;
&Thorn;ay ar happen also þat con her hert stere,
For hores is þe heuen-ryche, as I er sayde.
These arn þe happes alle a3t þat vus bihy3t weren,
If we þyse ladyes wolde lof in lyknyng of þewes:
Dame Pouert, Dame Pitee, Dame Penaunce þe þrydde,
Dame Mekenesse, Dame Mercy, & miry Clannesse,
& þenne Dame Pes, & Pacyence put in þerafter.
He were happen þat hade one; alle were þe better.
Bot [s]yn I am put to a poynt þat pouerte hatte,
I schal me poruay pacyence & play me with boþe,
For in þe tyxte þere þyse two arn in teme layde,
Hit arn fettled in on forme, þe forme & þe laste,
& by quest of her quoyntyse enquylen on mede.
& als, in myn vpynyoun, hit arn of on kynde:
For þeras pouert hir proferes ho nyl be put vtter,
Bot lenge wheresoeuer hir lyst, lyke oþer greme;
& þereas pouert enpresses, þa33tloker hit lyke & her lotes prayse,
&Thorn;enne wyþer wyth & be wroth & þe wers haue.
3if me be dy3t a destyne due to haue,
What dowes me þe dedayn, oþer dispit make?
Oþer 3if my lege lorde lyst on lyue me to bidde
Oþer to ryde oþer to renne to Rome in his ernde,
What grayþed me þe grychchyng bot grame more seche?
Much 3if he me ne made, maugref my chekes,
& þenne þrat moste I þole & vnþonk to mede,
&Thorn;e had bowed to his bode bongre my hyure.
Did not Jonas in Jude suche jape sumwhyle?
To sette hym to sewrte, vnsounde he hym feches.
Wyl 3e tary a lyttel tyne & tent me a whyle,

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poem by Anonymous Americas
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Hep Hep Hurray

do you watch it every noontime
the hep hep hurray
of our day to day
existence,

you match your actions
to your words
and if they do not
then you are

definitely
out!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jersey Bounce

(scat intro)
They call it that jersey bounce
A rhythm that really counts
The temperature always mounts
Wherever they play, the funny rhythm they play
It started on journal square
And somebody heard it there
He put it right on the air
And now you hear it everywhere
Uptown, gave it new licks
Downtown, added some tricks
No town, makes it sound, the same
As where it came from
So if you dont feel so hot
Go out to some jersey spot
And whether youre hep or not
The jersey bouncell make you swing
(scat)
How I love that jersey bounce
(scat)
Oh come on and play that jersey bounce
(scat)
They call it that jersey bounce
A rhythm that really counts
The temperature always mounts
Whenever they play that jersey bounce
It started on journal square
And somebody heard it there
He put it right on the air
That tune called the jersey bounce
Uptown, gave it new licks
Downtown, added some tricks
No town, make it sound the same
As where it came from
So if you dont feel so hot
Go out to some jersey spot
And whether youre hep or not
The jersey bouncell make you swing
Ounce by ounce
The jersey bounce
Puts you right in the swing
That jersey bounce
Itll make you swing
Give me that jersey bounce.

song performed by Ella Fitzgerald
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Gypsy *

You can make out pretty good
When you're on your own
And you know just where you are
When you wanna roam
Got the moon above your head
And the road beneath your feet
Pull into a wooded glen
Make your own retreat
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di daaa
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di daaa
Gypsy!
Laying underneath the stars
Can be so much fun
Especially when you're feeling good
When you're with the one you love
Sway to sounds of two guitars
Around the campfire bright
Then mellow out like violins
In the morning light
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di daaa
La da di id di di di
La da di di di di di daaa
Gypsy!
No matter where you wander
And no matter where you roam
Any place you hang your hat
You know that that is home, check it out first
Sway to sounds of two guitars
Around the campfire bright
Then mellow out like old violins
In the morning light
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di daaa, hep
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di daaa
Gypsy!
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di daaaa, hep
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di
La da di di di di di daaa

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song performed by Van Morrison
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Licking the Chops [1930 slang]

Just copped a fraughty issue earlier in the bright

Need to feel murder

So I air out to jam with the jacks

This early black I jump in port

Passing several yard dogs

And a couple of pounders

Before arriving to the joint

Once I get to this frolic pad

Rock Hill Night Club

The cats are frisking the whiskers

I'm the hep cat of the group on the doghouse

Last black I have put new strings on it

I have brought my oomph girl along

She's a fine dinner

We had hoover flags a set on seven brights ago

So we had hoover blankets to keep warm every black

Could not collar enough dough

With the skiffle we hosted for the rent

So was evicted

Yet I've been able to save enough lettuce

To get back my zoot suit out of the hock shop

Am togged to the bricks

I have a nickle note in my mouse

Been ages I've had one of them

Usually have less than a simoleon

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poem by R.K. Cowles
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The Gristle-Biter

Down at the bottom of Crinkly Wood
there lives the Gristle-Biter
who visits children who do no good
and leaves them so much lighter.

The Gristle-Biter likes to feed
on cartilage, (though tough) .
No flesh nor fish nor bone, indeed
they're not his favourite stuff.

So when you wake without your ears
or missing half your nose.
I'd mend your ways and dry those tears
or next time..lower down he goes!

poem by Hola Mentirosa
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The Way I Treated Father [A Bush Song]

I WORKED with father in the bush
At splitting rails and palings.
He never was unkind to me,
Although he “had his failings:”
And now his grave is old and green,
And now at times I’m rather
Inclined to think ’twas very mean
The way I treated father.

The mother had for years been dead,
And Dad and I and Stumpy
Were living in a little shed—
What bushmen call a humpy;
And now I think when day began,
And it was cold and chilly,
’Twas mean to see a grey old man
Get up and boil the billy.

And though my lazy limbs were stiff;
And though ’twas winter weather.
And though my eyes were shut as if
The lids were glued together,
I think ’twas mean to lie in bed;
I think that I was silly,
Because I growled if father said,
“Git up and bile the billy!”

I didn’t help the cooking much
For I was always “tired”—
’Twas strange that I could eat with such
An appetite as I had;
But now I mind I never growled
When father shouted, “Willie!
It’s gittin’ on for dinnertime;
Go home and bile the hilly.”

His grave is growing old and green
And things have altered rather;
But still I think ’twas mighty mean
The way I treated father.
He left a tidy sum to me,
But I’d give all the money
To hear him say, “Will you get up
And bile the billy, Sonny?”

poem by Henry Lawson
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Square Peg, Round Hole

He's a square peg in a round hole
Misfit in a slick world
Don't play the game
Don't do what he's told
He's a square peg in a round hole
Square peg don't care
The bright lights he's not there
Catch the shadows see him slip away
Square peg that's what they say
Square peg, Suare peg
Square peg, you have got to be strong
Square peg, he's got his own song
Square peg, I'll see you around
Square peg, face down
Square peg, round hole

song performed by Chris Rea
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Bes Dakika Bekle Git

Sen istinyede bekle ben buradaym
imde kpek gibi havlayan yalnzlm
nk ben buradaym karanlktaym
Belki gelmem gelemem be dakika bekle git
nk elimi kestim beni kan tutuyor
arabm btn eki suyum souk
Yanmda olmadn m seni daha bir seviyorum
Belki gelmem gelemem be dakika bekle git
Yzn slatmadan alayabilir misin
Yar geceden sonra telefon ettin mi hi
Karanlk adamlar hviyetini sordu mu
Ben senin olmadn aryorum
Belki gelmem gelemem be dakika bekle git
Bana ait ne varsa seni korkutuyor
Sana ait ne varsa hibiri benim deil
Belki lmek hakkm kullanyorum
Belki gelmem gelemem be dakika bekle git

song performed by Yasar
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Lefelach Harimon

LEFELACH HARIMON ADAMAH RAKTEKH
K'GEBAH HAERMON DZHABOHAH KOMATEKH
V'MOR 'EYM KINAMON YAPEYCHAN MEBYTEKH
TZABIYAH 'AYNAYAH LALIBI OSARU
L'AYNI HAYONIM ADAMAH 'AYNAYAH
K'MU CHOT HASHANI DAMOT SIFTATEYAH
LYOFYAH 'AM 'ONYM YABORAKH TZORAYAH
LEBAVI W'LABAVEH B'AHAVAH NIKHSHORU
LABANAH KASAHAR MEYRAH KACHAMAH
MADELAGAT MAHAR ELEY GIBA'AH RAMAH
ANI ARBAH MUHAR TANU LI HA'ALMAH
LEBAVI 'IM RUACH BYADAH NACHABARU
CHABATZ LAT SHARON W'SHOSHANAT 'EMEK
NATUYOT HADZHARON W'ELAY TITCHAMAK
W'TABYAH HACHARON LALYBBI HANAMEK
RATYAH HABYAV LAMAKATI ZORU

song performed by Ofra Haza
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Kuzeyli Rüyalar

Gün doğuşunda gel Kuzeyden
Şile beyazı askılı akşamları giyinip
Bekliyor olacağım verandasında ayrılığın
Giyotine göndermek için
Günahkar pişmanlıklarımı bir bir
Söz
Gün doğarken gel
Yeter ki gel
Kuzeyden

Rem
Yerinden kopuk rüyalarımın
Kaçak seyyahı
Acıtıyor biletsiz girişlerin
Kavuruyor bedenimi Jeannne d'Arc alevi
Her gece aynı yerde peydahlanıp
Ama sen
Gelmelisin Kuzeyden
Taç yapıp papatyaları
Yağmurlar gözlerimde üşürken

Bıraktığın yerdeyim
Havaalanında
Unutulan bir valizin içinde
Ya da düette
Serengeti aslan kükremelerine
Massai Mara çöllerinde
Ne fark eder?
Buradayım işte

Ama gelmelisin
Herşeye rağmen
Kuzeyden
İçimde Niagara gibi
Akarken derinliklere
Ama
Mutlaka
Mutlaka
Kuzeyden
Beyazlar içinde…

Vaha
Muzaffer Akin

poem by Muzaffer Akin
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Louis Aragon'la Telepati

Duyuyorum sesini Aragon
Bağırma lütfen!

Biliyorum
Tahta at'lardan inmeliyim artık
Asıp burjuva takıntılarımı
Çırılçıplak çarmıha
Kesmeliyim Mona Lisa'da
Çıkan bıyığı
Da Vinci uyanmadan

Üç memeli kadın resimleri
Çizemiyorum Aragon
Acıtıyor dudağımı her ısırışta
Teresa'nın memelerindeki yangın
Ne zaman kalçalarında gezinse ellerim
küf kokuyor
Üşüyor tuvalimdeki
Kadın

Sürrealist bir şiir yazmak istiyorum
Kazınsın öldüğümde mezar taşıma
Son dizeleri
Ve
Solurken azabı
Dadaist meftalar ayakucumda
Sultan-ı yegah'ı fısıldasın karıncalar
Picasso'ya akapella
Benden

Çekiliyor
Gözlerimdeki simetri
Katlanamıyorum Aragon
Olasılıklar olabildiğince sert
Ve keskin
Büyük mastürbasyoncu gibi
Aforoz'un eşiğinde sanki
Kırmızı çizgilerim
Ki
Son akşam yemeği'ne paha biçilmezken
Müze lokantasında
Gerçeküstücülük hayal olmamalı
Dar beyinlere vurup kazmayı
Sürrealist metrolar açmalı
Neo-estetik steplerinde insanlığın
Haksızmı yım?
Birşey söyle Aragon
Ya da şiire son dizeyi
Ölümsüz kalemin yazsın…

poem by Muzaffer Akin
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Telegrama

Eu tava triste, tristinho.
Mais sem graca que a top model magrela da passarela.
Eu tava s, sozinho.
Mais solitario que um paulistano, que o canastrao na hora que cai o pano.
Tava mais bobo que banda de rock,
que um palhaco do circo Vostok.
Mas ontem eu recebi um telegrama.
Era voce de Aracaju, ou do Alabama,
dizendo: nego, sinta-se feliz!
porque no mundo tem algum que diz,
que muito te ama, que muito te ama, que muito muito te ama, que tanto te ama.
Por isso hoje eu acordei com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia,
de beijar o portugues da padaria.
Hoje eu acordei com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia,
de beijar o portugues da padaria.
Mama, oh mama, oh mama
Quero ser seu, quero ser seu, quero ser seu papa
Mama, oh mama, oh mama
Quero ser seu, quero ser seu, quero ser seu papa
Eu tava triste, tristinho.
Mais sem graca que a top model magrela da passarela.
Eu tava s, sozinho.
Mais solitario que um paulistano, que um vilao de filme mexicano.
Tava mais bobo que banda de rock,
que um palhaco do circo Vostok.
Mas ontem eu recebi um telegrama.
Era voce de Aracaju, ou do Alabama,
dizendo: nego, sinta-se feliz!
porque no mundo tem algum que diz,
que muito te ama, que muito te ama, que muito muito te ama, que tanto te ama.
Por isso hoje eu acordei com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia,
de beijar o portugues da padaria.
Hoje eu acordei com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia,
de beijar o portugues da padaria.
Mama, oh mama, oh mama
Quero ser seu, quero ser seu, quero ser seu papa
Mama, oh mama, oh mama
Quero ser seu, quero ser seu, quero ser seu papa

song performed by Zeca Baleiro
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