about “Shape of My Heart”

Sting talks…

“I wanted to write about a card player, a gambler who gambles not to win but to try and figure out something, to figure out some kind of mystical logic in luck, or chance, some kind of scientific, almost religious law. So this guy’s a philosopher, he’s not playing for respect and he’s not playing for money, he’s just trying to figure out the law – there has to be some logic to it. He’s a poker player so it’s not easy for him to express his emotions, in fact he doesn’t express anything, he has a mask, and it’s just one mask and it never changes. That’s good for a poker player but it’s terrible for a lover. If you are having a relationship with a guy like that the poor woman is lost, so I tried to create a little story that the guy was searching with his gambling and at the same time losing his relationship. The derivation of playing cards are actually tarot cards, and they are thousands of years old, And the suits of the cards – diamonds mean money, clubs are weapons, spades are swords and the hearts are love – and I got more involved in this thing. The shape of the heart is not the shape of the human heart so there’s a kind of conflict there between reality and fantasy.”

‘Ten Summoner’s Tales’ Promotional Interview Disc, ’93

“I think that reticence about being able to express love is probably part of me, but also the idea of the interest of life beyond winning. I’m not sure I need to win anymore. I enjoy to play the game for other reasons.”

Los Angeles Times, 5/93

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same mistake

so while i’m turning in my sheets
and once again i cannot sleep
walk out the door and up the street
look at the stars beneath my feet
remember rights that i did wrong
so here i go

there is no place i cannot go
my mind is muddy but
my heart is heavy does it show
i lose the track that loses me
so here i go

and so i sent some men to fight
and one came back at dead of night
said he’d seen my enemy
said he looked just like me
so i set out to cut myself
and here i go

and maybe someday we will meet
and maybe talk but not just speak
don’t buy the promises cause
there are no promises i keep
and my reflection troubles me
so here i go

i’m not calling for a second chance
i’m screaming at the top of my voice
give me reason, but don’t give me choice
cause i’ll just make the same mistake again


Yeni duydum, yeni olmadığını gördüğümde dinlemediğim zamanlara üzüldüm: Daughter’dan “Gençlik”

Keşfetmişken dahası için: “Top Tracks for Daughter“, Daughter Official ve Daft Punk versiyonu kadar iyi olan Get Lucky cover’ı.


shadows settle on the place, that you left
our minds are troubled by the emptiness
destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time
from the perfect start to the finish line

and if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones
’cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
setting fire to our insides for fun
collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
the lovers that went wrong

we are the reckless,
we are the wild youth
chasing visions of our futures
one day we’ll reveal the truth
that one will die before he gets there
and if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones
’cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
we’re setting fire to our insides for fun
collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
it was a flood that wrecked this…

and you caused it…
and you caused it…
and you caused it…

well i’ve lost it all, i’m just a silouhette,
a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget,
my eyes are damp from the words you left,
ringing in my head, when you broke my chest
ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

and if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one,
’cause most of us are bitter over someone
setting fire to our insides for fun,
to distract our hearts from ever missing them
but i’m forever missing him/her

and you caused it…
and you caused it…
and you caused it…

kimse bilmez

seher yeli eser yırtar eteğini gülün
güle baktıkça çırpınır yüreği bülbülün
sen şarap içmene bak, çünkü nice gül yüzler
kopup dallarından toprak olmadalar her gün

bu yıldızlı gökler ne zaman başladı dönmeye
ne zaman yıkılıp gidecek bu güzelim kubbe
aklın yollarıyla ölçüp biçemezsin bunu sen
mantıkların, kıyasların sökmez senin bu işte

bulut geçti, gözyaşları kaldı çimende
gül rengi şarap içilmez mi böyle günde?
bugün bu çimen bizim, yarın kim bilir kim
gezecek, bizim toprağın yeşilliğince

Ömer Hayyam

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