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18 Ekim 2011 Salı

there is light that never goes out

bir haftayı geçti, kapalı hava. her gün, her hafta içi high hopes'u dinlediğimiz köprüden geçiyorum. mevsim yazdı o zaman. bundan birkaç sene önceydi yıl. ilk ayımız içinde bile olabilirdi. 129t'nin çalıştığı zamanlardı. taksim'e geçiyorduk çamlıca'dan.

aradan bir yıla yakın zaman sonra, ve bugünden baya zaman önce bir mayıs gecesinde köprünün ışıkları insanın başını döndürürken arka planda çalan şarkı yine buydu. bir gelsen, bir daha gelebilsen evime, evimize... sadece bize ait olan yere.

take me out tonight
where there's music and there's people
and they're young and alive
driving in your car
i never never want to go home
because i haven't got one
anymore

take me out tonight
because i want to see people and i
want to see life
driving in your car
oh, please don't drop me home
because it's not my home, it's their
home, and i'm welcome no more

and if a double-decker bus
crashes into us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten-ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

take me out tonight
take me anywhere, i don't care
i don't care, i don't care
and in the darkened underpass
i thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and i
just couldn't ask)

take me out tonight
oh, take me anywhere, i don't care
i don't care, i don't care
driving in your car
i never never want to go home
because i haven't got one, da ...
oh, i haven't got one

and if a double-decker bus
crashes into us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten-ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

oh, there is a light that never goes out
there is a light that never goes out
there is a light that never goes out

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