Birinin Facebook'unda görmem yüzünden 16 yaşımın pek sevilen şarkılarından Thursday-Paris in Flames geldi aklıma. 2006 Ocağı'nda Paris'e gittiğimizi ve sürekli olarak bu şarkıyı dinlediğimi hatırlıyorum Funeral for a Friend-Juneau ile birlikte. Ama şimdi "I think it's gonna rain, rain down" derken belki de Londra'da olduğumdandır, bitmeyen yağmurların şehri Londra ile özdeşleşti kafamda bu şarkı.
Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
There is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant and incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in flames
Discard this message
There is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant and incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in flames
Discard this message
Throw this bottle back in the ocean
Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's going to rain, it's going to rain
Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's going to rain, it's going to rain
And it never ends
Abinin manufactured deyişine bayılıyorum ayrıca. Fena Amerikan aksanı takıntısı var bende, çok seksi buluyorum. İngiltere'ye gelmeden önce İngiliz aksanını seksi bulurdum, ama çevresindeki herkeste bir tür İngiliz aksanı olunca blasé oluyor insan.
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