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taylor swift'in onuncu albümü midnights'ın 3am edition'ından efsanevi yürek yakan bir şarkı. şarkının söz yazarları taylor swift ve aaron desner.
öncelikle 3am edition'ın kendisi zaten muhteşem bir olay bence. albüm yayınlandıktan 3 saat sonra ortaya çıkıyor ve asıl albümdeki o canlı, bir tık hareketli müzik yerini bu şarkıda gördüğümüz üzgün seslere bırakıyor. gece yarısı enerjisi bitmiş, sabaha karşı hüznü çökmüş.
bu şarkı ergenlikte yaşadığımız travmaları gece üçte hatırlama hissi. bu şarkı ne olurdu, olabilirdi, olmalıydı düşüncelerinin ezgiye dökülmüş hali. canımızı yakan şeylerin bizi biz yapan şeyler olduğunu kabullenme hali.
şarkıda, yaşananların hem cennet * hem de nasıl anıları silaha dönüştürdüğünü* söylüyor. işte bu ikilik şarkıyı gerçek bir şey yapıyor. salt kendini kurbanlaştırmadan uzak, neyin doğru neyin yanlış olduğunun farkında o yetişkin düşünceleriyle ergen duygularının çatışmasını gösteriyor.
bana çok dokunan bir yanı da inancını kaybetmenin şarkısı olması. sanki benim yaşadıklarımı anlatmış. aslında herkes biraz yaşamıştır bunları, herkes kendini bulabilir bu şarkıda.
ıf you would've blinked then ı would've
looked away at the first glance
ıf you tasted poison, you could've
spit me out at the first chance
ıf ı was some paint, did it splatter
on a promising grown man?
and if ı was a child, did it matter
ıf you got to wash your hands?
ooh, oh
all ı used to do was pray
would've, could've, should've
ıf you'd never looked my way
ı would've stayed on my knees
and ı damn sure never would've danced with the devil
at nineteen
and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven
and now that ı'm grown, ı'm scared of ghosts
memories feel like weapons
and now that ı know, ı wish you'd left me wondering
ıf you never touched me, ı would've
gone along with the righteous
ıf ı never blushed, then they could've
never whispered about this
and if you never saved me from boredom
ı could've gone on as ı was
but, lord, you made me feel important
and then you tried to erase us
ooh, oh
you're a crisis of my faith
would've, could've, should've
ıf ı'd only played it safe
ı would've stayed on my knees
and ı damn sure never would've danced with the devil
at nineteen
and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven
and now that ı'm grown, ı'm scared of ghosts
memories feel like weapons
and now that ı know, ı wish you'd left me wondering
god rest my soul, ı miss who ı used to be
the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind
ı regret you all the time
ı can't let this go, ı fight with you in my sleep
the wound won't close, ı keep on waiting for a sign
ı regret you all the time
ıf clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
years of tearing down our banners, you and ı
living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
and ı damn sure never would've danced with the devil
at nineteen
and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven
and now that ı'm grown, ı'm scared of ghosts
memories feel like weapons
and now that ı know, ı wish you'd left me wondering
god rest my soul, ı miss who ı used to be
the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind
ı regret you all the time
ı can't let this go, ı fight with you in my sleep
the wound won't close, ı keep on waiting for a sign
ı regret you all the time
oh, god rest my soul, ı miss who ı used to be
the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind
ı regret you all the time
ı can't let this go, ı fight with you in my sleep
the wound won't close, ı keep on waiting for a sign
ı regret you all the time
öncelikle 3am edition'ın kendisi zaten muhteşem bir olay bence. albüm yayınlandıktan 3 saat sonra ortaya çıkıyor ve asıl albümdeki o canlı, bir tık hareketli müzik yerini bu şarkıda gördüğümüz üzgün seslere bırakıyor. gece yarısı enerjisi bitmiş, sabaha karşı hüznü çökmüş.
bu şarkı ergenlikte yaşadığımız travmaları gece üçte hatırlama hissi. bu şarkı ne olurdu, olabilirdi, olmalıydı düşüncelerinin ezgiye dökülmüş hali. canımızı yakan şeylerin bizi biz yapan şeyler olduğunu kabullenme hali.
şarkıda, yaşananların hem cennet * hem de nasıl anıları silaha dönüştürdüğünü* söylüyor. işte bu ikilik şarkıyı gerçek bir şey yapıyor. salt kendini kurbanlaştırmadan uzak, neyin doğru neyin yanlış olduğunun farkında o yetişkin düşünceleriyle ergen duygularının çatışmasını gösteriyor.
bana çok dokunan bir yanı da inancını kaybetmenin şarkısı olması. sanki benim yaşadıklarımı anlatmış. aslında herkes biraz yaşamıştır bunları, herkes kendini bulabilir bu şarkıda.
ıf you would've blinked then ı would've
looked away at the first glance
ıf you tasted poison, you could've
spit me out at the first chance
ıf ı was some paint, did it splatter
on a promising grown man?
and if ı was a child, did it matter
ıf you got to wash your hands?
ooh, oh
all ı used to do was pray
would've, could've, should've
ıf you'd never looked my way
ı would've stayed on my knees
and ı damn sure never would've danced with the devil
at nineteen
and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven
and now that ı'm grown, ı'm scared of ghosts
memories feel like weapons
and now that ı know, ı wish you'd left me wondering
ıf you never touched me, ı would've
gone along with the righteous
ıf ı never blushed, then they could've
never whispered about this
and if you never saved me from boredom
ı could've gone on as ı was
but, lord, you made me feel important
and then you tried to erase us
ooh, oh
you're a crisis of my faith
would've, could've, should've
ıf ı'd only played it safe
ı would've stayed on my knees
and ı damn sure never would've danced with the devil
at nineteen
and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven
and now that ı'm grown, ı'm scared of ghosts
memories feel like weapons
and now that ı know, ı wish you'd left me wondering
god rest my soul, ı miss who ı used to be
the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind
ı regret you all the time
ı can't let this go, ı fight with you in my sleep
the wound won't close, ı keep on waiting for a sign
ı regret you all the time
ıf clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
years of tearing down our banners, you and ı
living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
and ı damn sure never would've danced with the devil
at nineteen
and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven
and now that ı'm grown, ı'm scared of ghosts
memories feel like weapons
and now that ı know, ı wish you'd left me wondering
god rest my soul, ı miss who ı used to be
the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind
ı regret you all the time
ı can't let this go, ı fight with you in my sleep
the wound won't close, ı keep on waiting for a sign
ı regret you all the time
oh, god rest my soul, ı miss who ı used to be
the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind
ı regret you all the time
ı can't let this go, ı fight with you in my sleep
the wound won't close, ı keep on waiting for a sign
ı regret you all the time
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