the painted faces congregate,
in the mating season,
to second homes,
they go alone,
in no rush leave 'em,
and there's a fountain,
and a scimitar,
shaped yellow light,
and it picks you up,
and cuts you down to size.

the people there,
and the furniture,
start to seem important,
and a whole lot more,
you catch the floor,
with a vivid and absortant sharpened arc,
like the scimitar,
shaped yellow light,
that picks you up,
and cuts you down to size,

oh i had questions for the tap dancer,
sat on my lap,
and she had child proof caps on her answers,
stolen blower blow me a scone,
and show me that handsome enhancer,
she had a rock on her throttle,
and a brown glass bottle full of,
shavings from the sun,
although those shoes affect your step,
don't forget, whose legs you're on.

there's a fountain and a scimitar,
shaped yellow light,
and it picks you up,
and it cuts you down to size.

aklıma her seferinde lost highway'deki kırmızı odayı getiren, one night stand psikolojisini mükemmel bir şekilde anlatan bir şarkı. alex turner'ın "...and it picks you up and it cuts you down to size..." derken başta iyi hissettiren şeyin ertesi gün insanın böğrüne oturması ya da "and the furniture, start to seem important..." derken muhabbet edecek pek bir şey olmadığı fazla da gerek kalmadığı için mobilyaya falan sardırmak gibi güzel noktaları yakalamasını bunun bir göstergesi olarak kabul edebiliriz.

müziğe ayrı bir parantez açacak olursam;
mükemmel.

(huor elensar - 10 Kasım 2012 23:11)

ing. kızın bacaklar sütundu, bi alo mu desem acaba?

(ed gein jr - 10 Kasım 2012 23:14)