fireworks night

• new model army'nin son modern times'ı. bir carnival bilgeliği.
• justin sullivan tarafından 2004'de ölümsüzlüğe ulaşan new model army davulcularından robert heaton
  anısına yazılmıştır.
• yazmadan geçemeyeceğim, i need you i don't need you.
• justin sullivan'ın new model army tarihinde yazdığı belki de en kişisel şarkısı.robert heaton'ın anısına ithaf edilmiştir.
• bakıyoruz şarkıda aliterasyon var, asonans var, diyoruz ki bazı ses tekrarlarıyla melankolik bir atmosfer sağlanmış şarkı sözlerinde... peki küçücük bir sözün, mırıl mırıl söylenmiş bir "and then it was gone" lafının her şeyin önüne geçmesini kim açıklayabilir? şarkının içine yedirilmiş bütün bir nma külliyatı mı, yoksa o kutsal anlar mı...
• an itibariyle kulaklarda sevgili hrant dink için çalan şarkıdır. yanında the hunt'ın sepultura cover'ı ve gözyaşları.all of this gelecek sonra.
• "(...)
  and i’m thinking about it all – and i’m sorry and i'm not sorry.
  our time was made up of confused emotions and little whirlwinds
  and all that stuff we couldn’t really talk about but most of all
  it was sealed in sacred moments like these
  and then it was gone..."
  
  finaliyle geçmişi diken diken eden şarkı.
• sözlerini de yazalım tam olsun.
  
  all of the mistakes that i have made
  all the things i should have seen but i looked away
  all the things we should have shared that we kept to ourselves
  all the things that we shared we should have kept to ourselves
  and i guess it’s the modern way – the phone call that comes
  flying out of a blue autumn day and suddenly everything
  goes so and quiet and soon everyone seems to be alone
  with their own thoughts
  and now it’s as if i’m standing
  beneath a torrent of falling water, feeling things i don’t
  want to feel, remembering things i don’t want to remember
  but we said what we said and we made what we made
  
  and so i say the things i have learned to say
  thankful for words that can be used
  we were both like waves not able to break
  rolling and turning and turning and rolling
  but still not able to break
  
  and i’m numb, i’m numb like when you’ve been driving
  so fast for so long that it feels as if you’re hardly
  moving at all, my body rigid with tension, my sould all
  wound up like a twisted ttree, the way we used to be when
  we sang of passion and justice and faith was easy and
  celebrated in a ritual of curling smoke, arms all raised up
  towards the lights…
  and we said what we said but we made what we made
  and so by now you’ll be further on that i ever went; and is
  it still painless? do you get to float and look down and do
  all of that?
  tonight would be as good a night as any..
  you’ll see the city alive like a great resting animal
  lying in the lea of the hills and the moorland and
  breathing little patterus of fire out into the cold dark
  coming of winter. and i’m warming my back against
  the heat of a bonfire – like the ones you so loved so build
  and i’m thinking about it all – and i’m sorry and im not sorry.
  our time was made up of confused emotiongs and little
  whirlwinds and all that stuff we coulnd’t really talk about
  but most of all it was sealed in sacred moments like these
  and then it was gone…