alice in chains'in black gives way to blue albümünün yine en damar (gerçi aic'nin hangi şarkısı damar değil ki?) şarkı. garip bir ruh hali.

(spacetimereality - 24 Eylül 2009 21:09)

black gives way to blue'nun gizli cevherlerinden olan muazzam şarkı.insanı alıp götürüyor bir yerlere ama nereye diye sormayın.dinleyiniz,dinletiniz.

(ravernature - 28 Ekim 2009 11:05)

"which way i fly is hell; myself am hell" (bkz: paradise lost)

(falan fismekan - 28 Ekim 2009 11:07)

"sözlerini de yazalım tam olsun"

give away a love
and then remove another too
painted words adorn the walls
echoing untrue
(i feel cold)

promises abound
you rarely find it to begin
maybe i'm afraid
to let you all the way in
(i guess so)

i excuse myself
i'm used to my little cell
i amuse myself
in my very own private hell

lately i'm beside myself
pretending, unconcerned
standing on a corner
where i threw you on a turn
(i'll move on)

flowers on a cross remain
mark an ending scene
damn it all if blood you spill
turn the grass more green
(life is short)

i excuse myself
i'm used to my little cell
i amuse myself
in my very own private hell

(el fikir - 30 Ekim 2009 21:44)

the jam şarkısıdır aynı zamanda.

closer than close - you see yourself -
a mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
as each day goes by - a little more -
you can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
the fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable -
private hell.

the man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
and seldom in - working late as usual.
your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
the bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
close your eyes and think of nothing but -
private hell.

think of emma - wonder what she's doing -
her husband terry - and your grandchildren.
think of edward - who's still at college -
you send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'cause he don't care,
they don't care.
'cause they're all going through their own - private hell.

the morning slips away - in a valium haze,
and catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
in the afternoon - the weekly food,
is put in bags - as you float off down the high street

the shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,
to a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
a victim of your misery - and private hell

alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
you see it smash - inside you crack -
you can't go on - but you sweep it up -

safe at last inside your private hell.
sanity at last inside your private hell.

(masterfucka - 2 Ocak 2010 14:22)

kişisel cehennem(im).

(pufffin - 15 Şubat 2011 21:32)

müthiş bir priest balladı havası var bu şarkının. diğerlerinin yanında zayıf gibi duruyor başta, ama nakaratıyla acayip tavlıyor insanı.

(kryptos - 15 Ocak 2013 22:13)

paul weller'ın çok ayıp ettiği the jam şarkısı. her anı müthiştir ama şu bölüm yıkar adamı.

the man who you once loved is bald and fat
and seldom in
working late as usual
your interest has waned
you feel the strain
the bed springs snap
on the occasions he lies upon you
close your eyes and think of nothing but
private hell
private hell..

(ianism - 4 Şubat 2013 07:29)