he's a fool and don't i know it...

Ne kadar guzel bir sarkidir bu, bewitched, bothered and bewildered, hem de ella fitzgerald'dan:

After one whole quart of brandy
like a daisy, I'm awake
With no Bromo-Seltzer handy
I don't even shake


Men are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink


I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I


Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I


Lost my heart, but what of it
He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me



I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long, for the day when I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I


He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms


Love's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink


I've sinned a lot, I'm mean a lot
But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I


I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I


When he talks, he is seeking
Words to get off his chest
Horizontally speaking, he's at his very best


Vexed again, perplexed again
Thank God, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I


Wise at last, my eyes at last,
Are cutting you down to your size at last
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more


Burned a lot, but learned a lot
And now you are broke, so you earned a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more


Couldn't eat, was dispeptic
Life was so hard to bear
Now my heart's antiseptic
Since you moved out of there


Romance, finis.
Your chance, finis.
Those ants that invaded my pants, finis.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

ella fitzgerald, frank sinatra bir de fikret kizilok dinleyerek ders calisiyorum. ya da calisacagim daha dogrusu.

Cok guzel bir haftasonu gecirdim. Burada olmaya alisiyorum yavas yavas, o kadar cok sikilmiyorum artik yani. cuma aksami, sonunda, das Leben der Anderen'i izledim. Cok begendim ama bekledigim gibi degildi hic. Sanirim Alman sinemasi hakkinda onyargilarim var. Ya ikinci Dunya Savasi'yla ilgili olacak, ya Tom Tykwer'in yonettigi, bol bol sembollerin kullanildigi filmlerden olacak ya da Fatih Akin'in filmleri gibi olacak. Bu ucunden de degildi. Aslinda en cok Goodbye Lenin'e (the girl from Ipanema, Sinatra, bu da ne kadar guzeldir, ne kadar insana ic cektirir) benziyordu. Oldukca uzun olmasina ragmen kesinlikle basindan sonuna kadar ilgimi cekmeyi basardi. Sonra cumartesi gunu Ilke ve onun kuzeninin esiyle Boston'a gittim, Shannon'la bulustum. Onunla da son Harry Potter filmini izledik. Mert bana simdi de sutunu ic yat dese bile, ben Harry Potter'i seviyorum. Butun kitaplarini defalarca okudum, filmlerinin de bundan bir onceki disinda hepsini izledim. Son kitabi da buyuk bir heyecanla bekliyorum.

Gectigimiz hafta okumam gereken ama bir turlu okuyamadim 2-3 tane makale var. Bu gece en azindan bir kismini bitirmem lazim.

Son sarki da, What Now My Love, Sinatra.