millet ne yazmış diye bakayım derken böyle bir başlık olmadığı rezilliğiyle karşılaştım. neyse yazalım ilk entryi. muhteşem bir phoebe bridgers şarkısı. soft, basit ama harika ya gerçekten iyi hissettiriyor. özellikle live versiyonundaki tatlı slide gitar dokunuşları ruha hitap etmekte. neyse sözleri de bırakıp kaçayım.
walking scott street, feeling like a strangerwith an open heart, open containerı've got a stack of mail and a tall canıt's a shower beer it's a payment planthere's helicopters over my headevery night when ı go to bedspending money and ı earned itwhen ı'm lonely, that's when ı'll burn itdo you feel ashamedwhen you hear my nameı asked you "how is your sister?ı heard she got her degree"and ı said, "that makes me feel old"he said, "what does that make me?"ı asked you "how is playing drums?"you said it's too much shit to carry"and what about the band?"you said they're all getting marrieddo you feel ashamedwhen you hear my nameanyway, don't be a strangeranyway, don't be a strangerdon't be a stranger
walking scott street, feeling like a strangerwith an open heart, open containerı've got a stack of mail and a tall canıt's a shower beer it's a payment planthere's helicopters over my headevery night when ı go to bedspending money and ı earned itwhen ı'm lonely, that's when ı'll burn itdo you feel ashamedwhen you hear my nameı asked you "how is your sister?ı heard she got her degree"and ı said, "that makes me feel old"he said, "what does that make me?"ı asked you "how is playing drums?"you said it's too much shit to carry"and what about the band?"you said they're all getting marrieddo you feel ashamedwhen you hear my nameanyway, don't be a strangeranyway, don't be a strangerdon't be a stranger
