Bir süredir yoktum malumunuz. Özel işler, özel sebepler falan filan. Araya bir şeyler girdi özetle buraya da bakamadım işte.

Dönüşü de yine bir haftanın şarkısı ile yapayım diye de bekledim iki gündür.

Efendim bu haftaki şarkı bu aralar içinde bulunduğum ruh halini en iyi anlatan The Submarines grubundan Brighter Discontent

Bundan sanırım 2-3 yıl önce; o zamanlar böyle bilgisayardan dizi izlemek denen şey yaygınlaşmamışken her hafta heyecanla takip ettiğim Nip/Tuck dizisinde rastladığım bir şarkı. Hatta karakterlerin dizinin içinde playback yaparak şarkıya eşlik etmesi normalde pek eğreti dururken bu sahnede adeta cuk oturmuş, şarkıyı ve grubu fellik fellik aramama sebep olmuştu.

Şarkının bir klibi yok. Direkt olarak dizideki sahneyi koyuyorum.

Got a brand new roof above my head
All the empty boxes thrown away
I rearranged the place
A hundred times today
But the ordering of objects
Couldn’t hide what’s missing

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

Got myself a bottle of red wine
Got a night of nothing else to do
I think I might know
What I really want
But is a brighter discontent
The best that I could hope to find?

Got a big black television set
Now I can watch just what I want
But I’m here staring up
At pictures on the wall
And where are you,
You’re still stuck inside them all

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings
That surround me
Though there’s meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard

Got a desk I’ll write myself a note
Pretending that it came from you
On hotel stationary
From the time we first met
Whatever I can do cause
I won’t throw my hands up yet

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings
That surround you
Though there’s meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard

Well I’ll be fine if
I dont look around me now
Too much for what’s gone
If only I can wait here just a little while
And let time pass in my room