katil uşak
deep house, minimal house, jazzy chords, swung groove, shuffled hi-hats, rolling bassline, warm pads, lo-fi texture, vocal chops, filtered vocal samples, hypnotic rhythm, dancefloor groove, analog warmth, garage influence, subtle percussion, ambient reverb, smooth transitions, late night vibe, introspective mood, laid-back tempo, club-ready, underground sound, atmospheric, groove-focused, syncopated drums, 125 bpm, vinyl-style saturation, mellow energy, soulful undertones, minimal tech-house, Berlin club style
katil uşak
deep house, minimal house, jazzy chords, swung groove, shuffled hi-hats, rolling bassline, warm pads, lo-fi texture, vocal chops, filtered vocal samples, hypnotic rhythm, dancefloor groove, analog warmth, garage influence, subtle percussion, ambient reverb, smooth transitions, late night vibe, introspective mood, laid-back tempo, club-ready, underground sound, atmospheric, groove-focused, syncopated drums, 125 bpm, vinyl-style saturation, mellow energy, soulful undertones, minimal tech-house, Berlin club style
Lyrics
Katil Uşak
ha bire uğulduyo rüzgâr,
bi çıtırtu geldi çardaktan...
sustu tulum, sustu horon
biri düştü yere... ha bre kan!
abla dün yoğidi iyi
sinirliydi, çayı bile döktü
şoför, o da gece kayıpti
plaka çamur, ön cam çöktü...
aşçu bi garipti sabah
eli titriyordu, tuzu iki kere attı
bahçivan ise hep bi ters
dedi "bu gonca gül değil ha, bu lanet bi çalı!"
KİM VURDU YAREYİ? KİM ETTİ BU CİNAYETİ?
KİMİN ELİ KEMENÇE GİBİ SERT ÇALDI GECEYİ?
HERKES Bİ ŞEYLER DİYO AMA HİÇBİRİ TUTMUYO
O UŞAK VAR YA O UŞAK... HER ŞEYE VAKIF GİBİ DURUYO!
uşak ne etti de böle sessiz
yüzü bembeyaz ama aklı karanlık
herkes bakıyo gözlerine
ama o bakmıyo bile, sanki suçun yanından yürüyüyo…
“gittiydim alt kata” dedi biri
“ben çay koyuyidim” dedi öteki
“a ben sadece tulumu dolduruyidim”
“bense dua ediyidim... ama kan sıcaktı!”
UŞAKTI! HAAA! OY OY OY, KATİL UŞAKTIIII!
ELLERİ TEMİZDİ AMA BAKIŞI KAN GİBİYDİ!
BİR DÖNDÜ ARKASINI, HERKES DİKİLDİ YERİNDE!
TULUM SUSTU, KEMENÇE KIRILDI, CİNAYET ÇÖZÜLDÜ HEM DE!
artık çayı da o demliyir gene,
ama bu sefer herkes şüpheyle içiyir…
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The Killer Valet
The wind won’t stop howling,
a crackling sound came from the arbor…
the bagpipes fell silent, the dance died,
someone dropped to the ground—oh, blood!
Sister wasn’t well yesterday,
she was nervous, even spilled her tea.
The driver? Gone missing last night—
mud on the plates, windshield smashed…
The cook was odd this morning,
hands trembling, salt poured twice.
The gardener? Always sour—
said, "This ain’t no rosebud, nah, it’s a damned thorn!"
WHO SHOT HIM DEAD? WHO COMMITTED THIS CRIME?
WHOSE HANDS PLAYED THE NIGHT LIKE A FIDDLE OF IRON?
EVERYONE’S TALKING, BUT NOTHING ADDS UP,
THAT VALET, OH THAT VALET… HE KNOWS TOO MUCH!
Why’s the valet so quiet?
Face pale as chalk, but his mind’s pitch black.
Everyone stares into his eyes,
but he won’t even look—like guilt just walks right past him…
"I was downstairs," says one.
"I was pouring tea," says another.
"Me? Just filling the wineskin."
"And I was praying… but the blood was still warm!"
IT WAS HIM! HAAA! OY OY OY, THE KILLER VALET!
HIS HANDS WERE CLEAN, BUT HIS GAZE WAS BLOOD!
HE TURNED HIS BACK, AND EVERYONE FROZE—
PIPES SILENT, FIDDLE BROKE, CASE CLOSED!
Now he’s brewing tea again,
but this time, everyone drinks it in suspicion…