کلی وقت بود که اصلا وقت نمیشد بیام اینجاها. اینقدر کارهام زیاد شده که واقعا نمیرسم فعالیتهای روزمره ام رو هم بکنم. تو این چند سال سابقه نداشت ایمیل نخونده ای توی Mailbox ام باشه. اما الان واقعا وقت نمیکنم حتی بازشون کنم.
فعلا یکی از بیشترین فعالیتهام پخش مستقیم جشنواره فجره که مثل پارسال تا Û²Û² بهمن درگریرش هستیم.
کلی هم اتفاقات جور واجور این مدت افتاد، چند تا دیگه از دوستام رفتند خارج. بعضیاشون با خداحافظی بعضیاشونم .....
سرعت گذشت زمان رو بیش از هر وقت دیگه دارم حس میکنم و تنها کاری که ازم بر میاد اینه که خیلی بهش فکر نکنم.
و همچنان توی برزخ تصمیمات خودم غوطه ورم....
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Perfect Symmetry
Keane
I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitols
Wisest of the animals
Who are you, what are you living for
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more
This life, is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
Write page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before
Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
Lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle, slips into the run out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too
And maybe you find, life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you otta leave this town
Get out while you can
The needle's running out
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that shout
Woooaohhh
Woooaohhh
Woooaohhh
Spineless dreamers, hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me
As the needle, slips into the run out groove
Maybe I'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Keane
I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitols
Wisest of the animals
Who are you, what are you living for
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more
This life, is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
Write page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before
Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
Lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle, slips into the run out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too
And maybe you find, life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you otta leave this town
Get out while you can
The needle's running out
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that shout
Woooaohhh
Woooaohhh
Woooaohhh
Spineless dreamers, hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me
As the needle, slips into the run out groove
Maybe I'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
می ترسم تا روز قیامت تو برزخ بمونی! اگه نیای بیرون غرق می شی . . .
روزمرگی
یعنی زندگی کردن
به گونه ای که زنده ایم
ولی انگار مرده ایم
...
یعنی دشنه ای
فرو رفته در شکم هر روزمان
که
با مرگ همنفس و دم سازیم
...
ضربان مرگ را
هر روز و ساعت و ثانیه
در دست گرفتن
با مرگ همنفس بودن
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بریدن
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از نفس افتادن
آهنگش عالیه :)