The Smiths: Melankoli ve Başkaldırının Doğuşu

1984 yılında müzik dünyasına adım atan **The Smiths**, kendi adlarını taşıyan bu ilk albümleriyle, popüler müziğin sınırlarını zorlayan, içe dönük, edebi ve çarpıcı bir estetik ortaya koydular. Bu albüm, dışlanmışlığın, toplumsal uyumsuzluğun ve karmaşık duygusal bağların bir manifestosu niteliğindedir. Dinleyiciyi, grinin tonları arasında, şehir hayatının melankolisiyle harmanlanmış derin bir iç hesaplaşmaya davet eden bu eser, müzikal olarak sade ancak lirik olarak son derece katmanlı bir yapıya sahiptir.

Bu albüm, gençliğin getirdiği huzursuzluğu ve modern dünyanın sunduğu yalnızlığı, eşi benzeri görülmemiş bir samimiyetle işler. Her bir şarkı, bir bireyin kendi iç dünyasında verdiği mücadeleyi yansıtırken, aynı zamanda çevresine, aşka ve topluma karşı duruşunu belirler.

### Reel Around The Fountain

* **Ana Tema:** Kayıp masumiyetin özlemi ve geçmişe duyulan buruk bir melankoli.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün açılış parçası, bir çocuğun dünyasının nasıl yetişkinlerin soğukluğuna dönüştürüldüğüne odaklanır. Şarkı, bir başkasıyla kurulan kısa süreli ancak yoğun bir bağın yarattığı etkiyi betimler. "Reel around the fountain" ifadesi, anıların etrafında dönen, nostaljik bir kırılganlığı simgeler. Kişinin kendisini savunmasız bırakması ve "beni kelebek gibi iğneleyip monte edebilirsin" ifadesiyle, karşı tarafa teslimiyetini ve kırılganlığını çarpıcı bir şekilde vurgular.

### You've Got Everything Now

* **Ana Tema:** Başarısızlık hissi ve yaşamdaki konum sorgulaması.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, çocukluktan yetişkinliğe geçişteki toplumsal kıyaslamayı konu alır. Anlatıcı, bir yandan kendi hayatındaki "terrible mess" (korkunç karmaşa) ile yüzleşirken, diğer yandan muhatabının elde ettiği hayali başarılarla dalga geçer. İşsizlik ve utangaçlık gibi temalar, sistemin dışında kalmış bir bireyin iç dünyasını yansıtır. "Sadece arabanın arka koltuğunda görülmek istiyorum" cümlesi, bireyin silik kalma arzusu ile onay görme ihtiyacı arasındaki çelişkiyi gözler önüne serer.

### Miserable Lie

* **Ana Tema:** İlişkilerdeki yanıltıcı oyunlar ve iletişimsizlik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, bir ilişkinin sonundaki hayal kırıklığını ve "aşkın sefil bir yalan" olduğu fikrini işler. Anlatıcı, partnerinin sıradanlığını ve kendi içsel dünyasının bununla çatışmasını anlatır. "Whalley Range" gibi yerel atıflarla gerçekçilik kazanan şarkı, bireyin dünyadan ne kadar uzaklaştığını "dünyanın bir mil gerisindeyim" metaforuyla pekiştirir. Tavsiye arayışı, bireyin yaşadığı kimsesizlik ve boşluk hissinin bir haykırışıdır.

### Pretty Girls Make Graves

* **Ana Tema:** Arzunun getirdiği suçluluk ve kendine karşı verilen savaş.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bu parça, bir erkeğin arzu ile iffet arasındaki sıkışmışlığını konu alır. "Pretty girls make graves" (güzel kızlar mezar kazar) ifadesi, cazibenin ve tutkunun yıkıcı gücüne bir atıftır. Anlatıcı, doğanın kendisine oynadığı bu oyundan şikayetçidir; kendi doğasını "fazla narin" olarak nitelendirirken, karşısındaki varlığın hızı ve talepleri karşısında ezilir. İnanç kaybı, bu şarkının temelindeki duygusal çöküşü açıklar.

### The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

* **Ana Tema:** Koruma içgüdüsü, aidiyet ve karanlık bir şefkat.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en tekinsiz parçalarından biri olan bu şarkı, koruma arzusu ile obsesif bir bağlanmayı harmanlar. "Beşiği sallayan el" figürü, hem bir güven kaynağı hem de bir kontrol mekanizmasıdır. Şarkı, hayaletler ve gölgelerle dolu bir atmosferde geçer; anlatıcının bir çocuğu koruma isteği, kendi geçmişindeki bir kayıpla (veya yaşanmışlıkla) birleşir. Şefkatle karışık bu sahiplenme duygusu, oldukça yoğun ve huzursuz edici bir sadakat göstergesidir.

### This Charming Man

* **Ana Tema:** Sosyal statü karmaşası ve arzunun yarattığı çekim.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, sıradan bir günün içindeki estetik arayışı ve sınıfsal farkların kişisel ilişkiler üzerindeki etkisini vurgular. Punctured (patlamış) lastik gibi somut imajlar, talihsizliği simgelerken, "charming man" figürü, anlatıcının hem hayran olduğu hem de kendisinden uzak hissettiği bir figürdür. Kıyafet seçimi üzerinden yapılan "giyecek bir şeyim yok" vurgusu, bireyin toplumun vitrinine çıkarken hissettiği yetersizliği ve kendine has ironik duruşunu temsil eder.

### Still Ill

* **Ana Tema:** Başkaldırı, hayal kırıklığı ve fiziksel/ruhsal bir bıkkınlık hali.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, "hayatın sadece almaktan ibaret, vermekten değil" önermesiyle başlar. England (İngiltere) imgesi üzerinden bir borçluluk duygusu işlenir; anlatıcı, yaşadığı yerin ona bir hayat borçlu olduğunu düşünür. "Beden mi zihni yönetir, yoksa zihin mi bedeni?" sorusu, albümün felsefi doruk noktalarından biridir. Hastalık metaforu, toplumsal düzene uyum sağlayamamanın ve hala o "eski günlerin" özlemiyle yanıp tutuşmanın bir sembolüdür.

### Hand In Glove

* **Ana Tema:** Toplumun dışında kalanların kurduğu dayanışma ve kendine güven.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en iyimser ama yine de marjinal tonlarını taşıyan şarkısıdır. "Eğer insanlar bakarsa, bırak baksınlar" mesajı, dışlanmış bir ikilinin kendi dünyalarında kurduğu krallığı savunur. "Güneş kıçımızdan parlıyor" ifadesi, alışılmadık bir metaforla, toplumun "paçavralar" olarak gördüğü insanların içindeki gizli cevheri anlatır. Şarkı, kaybedilme korkusuna rağmen sonuna kadar savaşma sözü verir.

### What Difference Does It Make?

* **Ana Tema:** Sadakat, ihanet ve boş vermişlik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** "Tüm insanların sırları vardır" diyerek başlayan şarkı, güvenin sarsılmasını anlatır. Bir kurşunun önüne atlayacak kadar bağlılık hissettiği birine duyulan kırgınlık, şarkının ana damarını oluşturur. "Boş eller için şeytan iş bulur" (The devil will find work for idle hands) atasözünü yeniden yorumlayan sözler, bireyin sırf istendiği için yaptığı hatalar yüzünden hissettiği utancı ve sonrasında gelen kabullenişi yansıtır.

### I Don't Owe You Anything

* **Ana Tema:** İlişkideki güç dengesi ve duygusal bağımsızlık.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bu şarkı, tek taraflı bir ilişkinin sona erişindeki kararlılığı anlatır. "Sana borçlu değilim" mesajı, ilişkinin başında kurulmuş olan "çalınmış şarapla" (stolen wine) başlayan dengesizliğin bir reddidir. Anlatıcı, partnerini kendisine gelmeye zorlayarak gücü kendi eline almayı tercih eder. Hayatın kibar olmadığını vurgulayarak, duygusal bir olgunluğa geçişin burukluğunu sergiler.

### Suffer Little Children

* **Ana Tema:** Geçmişin karanlık travmalarıyla yüzleşme.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün kapanışını yapan bu şarkı, tarihin en karanlık ve ağır konularından birini, son derece dokunaklı ve melankolik bir dille işler. Bataklık ve mezar imajları, çocukların masumiyetine yapılan vurguyla birleşince derin bir hüzün yaratır. "Manchester, cevaplanacak çok şeyi var" cümlesi, toplumsal sorumluluğa ve unutulmaması gereken acılara bir ağıttır. Şarkı, rüyaların yitirildiği bir kabus atmosferiyle albümü unutulmaz bir derinliğe sürükleyerek kapatır.

*Bu inceleme, albümün kendi evrenindeki duygu durumlarını ve liriksel yoğunluğunu analiz etmek amacıyla hazırlanmıştır.*

The Smiths - "The Smiths" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (1984)

"Reel Around The Fountain"

It's time the tale were told

Of how you took a child

And you made him old

It's time the tale were told

Of how you took a child

And you made him old

You made him old

Reel around the fountain

Slap me on the patio

I'll take it now

Fifteen minutes with you

Well, I wouldn't say no

Oh, people said that you were virtually dead

And they were so wrong

Fifteen minutes with you

Oh, well, I wouldn't say no

Oh, people said that you were easily led

And they were half-right

Oh, they, oh, they were half-right, oh

It's time the tale were told

Of how you took a child

And you made him old

It's time that the tale were told

Of how you took a child

And you made him old

You made him old

Oh, reel around the fountain

Slap me on the patio

I'll take it now

Ah, oh

Fifteen minutes with you

Oh, I wouldn't say no

Oh, people see no worth in you

Oh, but I do

Fifteen minutes with you

Oh, I wouldn't say no

Oh, people see no worth in you

I do

Oh, I, oh, I do

I dreamt about you last night

And I fell out of bed twice

You can pin and mount me like a butterfly

But, "Take me to the haven of your bed"

Was something that you never said

Two lumps, please

You're the bee's knees but so am I

Oh, meet me at the fountain

Shove me on the patio

I'll take it slowly

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Fifteen minutes with you

Oh, I wouldn't say no

Oh, people see no worth in you

Oh, but I do

Fifteen minutes with you

Oh, no, I wouldn't say no

Oh, people see no worth in you

I do

Oh, I, I do

Oh, I do

☆☆☆☆☆

"You've Got Everything Now"

As merry as the days were long

I was right and you were wrong

Back at the old grey school

I would win and you would lose

But you've got everything now

You've got everything now

And what a terrible mess I've made of my life

Oh, what a mess I've made of my life

No, I've never had a job

Because I've never wanted one

I've seen you smile

But I've never really heard you laugh

So who is rich and who is poor?

I cannot say... oh

You are your mother's only son

And you're a desperate one

But I don't want a lover

I just want to be seen... oh

In the back of your car

A friendship sadly lost?

Well this is true...and yet, it's false, oh

But did I ever tell you, by the way?

I never did like your face, oh

But you've got everything now

You've got everything now

And what a terrible mess I've made of my life

Oh, what a mess I've made of my life

No, I've never had a job

Because I'm too shy

I've seen you smile

But I've never really heard you laugh

So who is rich and who is poor?

I cannot say... oh

You are your mother's only son

And you're a desperate one

But I don't want a lover

I just want to be tied... oh... to the back of your car

To the back of your car

☆☆☆☆☆

"Miserable Lie"

So, goodbye

Please stay with your own kind

And I'll stay with mine

There's something against us

It's not time

So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

I know I need hardly say

How much I love your casual way

Oh, but please put your tongue away

A little higher and we're well away

The dark nights are drawing in

And your humour is as black as them

I look at yours, you laugh at mine

And "love" is just a miserable lie

You have destroyed my flower-like life

Not once - twice

You have corrupt my innocent mind

Not once - twice

I know the wind-swept mystical air

It means: I'd like to see your underwear

I recognise that mystical air

It means: I'd like to seize your underwear

What do we get for our trouble and pain?

Just a rented room in Whalley Range

What do we get for our trouble and pain?

...Whalley Range!

Into the depths of the criminal world

I followed her...

I need advice, I need advice

Nobody ever looks at me twice

I'm just a country-mile behind

The world

I'm just a country-mile behind

The whole world

Oh oh, oh...

I'm just a country-mile behind

The world

I'm just a country-mile behind

The whole world

Oh oh, oh...

Take me when you go

Oh oh, oh...

Take me when you go

Oh oh, oh...

I need advice, I need advice

☆☆☆☆☆

"Pretty Girls Make Graves"

[Morrissey:]

Upon the sand, upon the bay

"There is a quick and easy way" you say

Before you illustrate

I'd rather state

I'm not the man you think I am

And sorrow's native son

He will not smile for anyone

And pretty girls make graves

End of the pier, end of the bay

You tug my arm, and say "give in to lust

Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll

Soon be dust"

Oh, I'm not the man you think I am

I'm not the man you think I am

[Morrissey, Annalisa Jablonka:]

And sorrow's native son

He will not rise for anyone

And pretty girls make graves

(Oh, really?)

[Morrissey:]

I could have been wild and I could have been free

But nature played this trick on me

She wants it now

And she will not wait

But she's too rough

And I'm too delicate

Then, on the sand

Another man, he takes her hand

A smile lights up her stupid face

(And well, it would)

I lost my faith in womanhood

I lost my faith

Hand in glove

The sun shines out of our behinds

Oh, oh

☆☆☆☆☆

"The Hand That Rocks The Cradle"

Please don't cry

For the ghost and the storm outside

Will not invade this sacred shrine

Nor infiltrate your mind

My life down I shall lie

If the bogey-man should try

To play tricks on your sacred mind

To tease, torment, and tantalize

Wavering shadows loom

A piano plays in an empty room

There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight

And when darkness lifts and the room is bright

I'll still be by your side

For you are all that matters

And I'll love you till the day I die

There never need be longing in your eyes

As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

Ceiling shadows shimmy by

And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey

There's sadness in your beautiful eyes

Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes

My life down I shall lie

Should restless spirits try

To play tricks on your sacred mind

I once had a child, and it saved my life

And I never even asked his name

I just looked into his wondrous eyes

And said, "Never, never, never again"

And all too soon I did return

Just like a moth to a flame

So rattle my bones all over the stones

I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns

Oh, see how words as old as sin

Fit me like a glove

I'm here and here I'll stay

Together we lie, together we pray

There never need be longing in your eyes

As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine, mine

Climb up on my knee, sonny boy

Although you're only three, sonny boy

You're, you're mine

And your mother she just never knew

Oh, your mother

As long, as long, as long

I did my best for her

As long, as long, as long as, as long

I did my best for her

Mine

☆☆☆☆☆

"This Charming Man"

Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate

Will nature make a man of me yet?

When in this charming car

This charming man

Why pamper life's complexity

When the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?

I would go out tonight but I haven't got a stitch to wear

This man said, "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care"

Ah, a jumped-up pantry boy

Who never knew his place

He said, "Return the ring"

He knows so much about these things

I would go out tonight but I haven't got a stitch to wear

This man said, "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care"

Naaa nana nana nana, this charming man

Ah, a jumped-up pantry boy

Who never knew his place

He said, "Return the ring"

He knows so much about these things

☆☆☆☆☆

"Still Ill"

I decree today that life

Is simply taking and not giving

England is mine, it owes me a living

But ask me why and I'll spit in your eye

Oh ask me why and I'll spit in your eye

But we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore

No, we cannot cling to those dreams

Does the body rule the mind

Or does the mind rule the body?

I dunno

Under the iron bridge we kissed

And although I ended up with sore lips

It just wasn't like the old days anymore

No, it wasn't like those days

Am I still ill?

Ohh

Oh, am I still ill?

Ohh

Does the body rule the mind

Or does the mind rule the body?

I dunno

Ask me why and I'll die

Oh ask me why and I'll die

And if you must go to work tomorrow

Well, if I were you I wouldn't bother

For there are brighter sides to life

And I should know because I've seen them

But not very often

Under the iron bridge we kissed

And although I ended up with sore lips

It just wasn't like the old days anymore

No, it wasn't like those days

Am I still ill?

Ohh

Oh, am I still ill?

Ohh

☆☆☆☆☆

"Hand In Glove"

Hand in glove

The sun shines out of our behinds

No, it's not like any other love

This one is different because it's us!

Hand in glove

We can go wherever we please

And everything depends upon

How near you stand to me

And if the people stare

Then the people stare

Oh, I really don't know

And I really don't care

Kiss my shades

Hand in glove

The Good People laugh

Yes, we may be hidden by "rags"

But we've something they'll never have

Hand in glove

The sun shines out of our behinds

Yes, we may be hidden by "rags"

But we've something they'll never have

And if the people stare

Then the people stare

Oh, I really don't know

And I really don't care

Kiss my shades

So, hand in glove I stake my claim

I'll fight to the last breath

If they dare touch a hair on your head

I'll fight to the last breath

For the good life is out there somewhere

So stay on my arm, you little charmer

But I know my luck too well

Yes, I know my luck too well

And I'll probably never see you again

I'll probably never see you again

☆☆☆☆☆

"What Difference Does It Make?"

All men have secrets and here is mine

So let it be known

For we have been through hell and high tide

I can surely rely on you

And yet you start to recoil

Heavy words are so lightly thrown

But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you

So, what difference does it make?

It makes none

But now you have gone

And you must be looking very old tonight

The devil will find work for idle hands to do

I stole and I lied, and why?

Because you asked me to!

But now you make me feel so ashamed

Because I've only got two hands

But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

So, what difference does it make? (Oooooh)

What difference does it make? (Oooooh)

It makes none

But now you have gone

And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight

Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do

I stole, and then I lied

Just because you asked me to

But now you know the truth about me

You won't see me anymore

Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

But no more apologies

No more, no more apologies

Oh, I'm too tired

I'm so sick and tired

And I'm feeling very sick and ill today

But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

Oh, my sacred one

☆☆☆☆☆

I Don't Owe You Anything"

Bought on stolen wine

A nod was the first step

You knew very well

What was coming next

Bought on stolen wine

Oh, a nod was the first step

You knew very well

What was coming next

Did I really walk all this way

Just to hear you say:

"Oh, I don't want to go out tonight"

Oh, but you will

For you must

I don't owe you anything, no

But you owe me something

Repay me now

You should never go to them

Let them come to you

Just like I do

You should never go to them

Let them come to you

Just like I do

Did I really walk all this way

Just to hear you say:

"Oh, I don't want to go out tonight"

Oh, but you will

For you must

I don't owe you anything, no

But you owe me something

Repay me now

Too freely on your lips

Words prematurely sad

Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight

Life is never kind

Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight

☆☆☆☆☆

"Suffer Little Children"

Over the moor, take me to the moor

Dig a shallow grave

And I'll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor

Dig a shallow grave

And I'll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads

Oh John, you'll never be a man

And you'll never see your home again

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights?

Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said: "I know my son is dead

I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says:

Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says:

"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Fresh lilaced moorland fields

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says:

Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says:

"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"

But this is no easy ride

For a child cries:

"Oh, find me... find me, nothing more

We are on a sullen misty moor

We may be dead and we may be gone

But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side

Until the day you die

This is no easy ride

We will haunt you when you laugh

Yes, you could say we're a team

You might sleep

But you will never dream!

Oh, you might sleep

But you will never dream!

You might sleep

But you will never dream!"

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me!

Find me!

I'll haunt you when you laugh

Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh

You might sleep

But you will never dream!

Over the moors, I'm on the moor

Oh, over the moor

Oh, the child is on the moor

Bu Blogda Ara

Şarkı Sözleri ve Analizleri