Friday, October 02, 2009

sex on fire



Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking

You, your sex is on fire

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying

You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest

You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

Sunday, June 28, 2009

home

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.
-c.daughtry

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

for the ways you made me feel alive.
the ways I loved you...

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

In better days I've been known to listen
I go to waste all my time is missing

I'm mapping out my ending,
it's never gonna happen now
These things are condescending
with everybody backing down

You pray to stars that can help you get by
And all at once you forget to try

I'd go there if you let me,
they're never gonna find me now
My life is always empty
and in and out of doubt

You're not coming back for me, these things they will never be
I'm so used to being wrong, so put me where I belong

I'll get back to you,
God knows I try,
but I still lose
And I get back to you,
these days run by,
but I still lose

Angels say they can make you suffer
They give and take like a vicious lover

When all this loses meaning,
You'll never want it back somehow
Awake but still I'm dreaming
And never waking up

Alone...Where I'm not alone



Saturday, December 06, 2008

S.

this is for you S.
it sums up my feelings for you.
...our ordeal.
...your fling.
...my love.


So am I good or bad
The way that things did turn out
I did only make you sad
And we cried and we cried on the phone
Oh but in my mind
You were never that all alone

Oh you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your longing was a cutting from bone

So am I, am I good or bad
Could only awake your anger
I could only make you mad
Now was that how you showed me
That you were still so young and bold
Anyway, those fights did drive me
And I was dying of thirst and I wasn't growing old

Oh you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your ropes were very cold
Oh oh oh majesty, oh

But in my mind
I could still climb inside your bed
And I could be victorious
Still the only man
To pass through the glorious arch of your head, oh

Oh you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your treats were very red
Oh you were majesty
Now it's like I said
That spirit, it's now dead
Oh oh oh majesty, oh

Monday, September 01, 2008

you dont pretend. i cant pretent not to like that.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Bunch of Soldiers

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

BS

of all the cliches Ive heard, this has got the be the biggest bullshit of them all

i love her but I'm not in love with her.

one humanity one justice

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higherAnd though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert meMy brothers in arms
There's so many different worldsSo many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding highLet me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make warOn our brothers in arms

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Livin La Vida Loca

Tabestoon Kootahe - ZEDBAZi

Dobare kenare ab, zire setarehayimKhoshhal az inke tuye behtarin se mahe salimTanha moshkel ineke tahte feshare khabimHamechi aaliye vali age bezare payiz!Chera mire jelo aghrabe hey?!Motanafferam az tahe del man az avvale mehr!Mikham mast sham bokonam khodaro negahEnghad bekesham ta ke bedam shosharo be ga!Chon man, Hiddenam, idea midam divunamPas shab bemun pisham tanha nashoChon ke midunam dus dari in akhlaghamoTo o man, tuye takht, ruye hamRuye bang, ood o sham', ba nure kamFarda ro bikhial ta hast emruzMan o to duste khubemun Grey GooseBe har hal har sal barga rang migiranYe chand mah sabz akhar be zard mimiranTabestun raft sarma tanamo oftade kardTuye khomari o sabr eine mo'tade Crack Vali zire geryeye payiz khis nemishimZemestunam Swiss narim mirim piste DizinBaharam ke hava abre o faghat buye khub dareKe dare behemun mige tabestun tu rahe vali


Madamoiselle ba Chanel Ab mishi mese caramelFalsafe' donya do ruzeHar shabesh cognac o dude Oon dokhtare hambaazimeHarja mire barname barfbazieChand mahie midune shab ba kieMan beram unam tanha mishe Tu fekresh manam o tu livan vodkaEmshab mikhad Livin La Vida Loca Weed o coca ta be nesfeshab zadanTamum mishe ba ye cheshm beham zadanVali age khorshid nareTa akhare omr inja khosh migzareHatta ruzi ke nayan bargaye khisZendegi mikonim engar fardayi nist


Hes mikonim sexy shodimRuye mojaye Mexico'imLam dadim ruye shenaye sahelDaryaro mibinam tu un cheshaye zaghetMigam 'Oo La La', beram ghorbune un paha!Tahe shahrivare liquor e zardaluMikhorim o mikonim o mikonim barf paruEshgham ine zendegimun, mikham gher bedi roomDare gusham begi 'Kosse khare zendegimun!'!Miyad ruzi ke, do tayi mimunim khomare ye bus digeTa Venus mire sedaye tabestoonVakhti pam zire saret jaye balesh budVali na ma dige harchi begim bahanastAsemunemun abi mese Mediterranean'as


Negaha ru man o to bud eyne arusiHame tu kaf eyne JacuzziTo migerefti dastet HermesManam kafsh o kamar o kolam sabz o ghermezHar ruz mididam 7 e sobo bat Tanet narm o range chocolateNemikardamet az badanam jodaTane to bud garm tar az saunaBarga hame rikhtan vali shakhe hastKamkam bayad baro bastBayad bargardim khunehamun sak be dastChizi ke munde ye khaterastAlan baghalet konam beynemun kapshene Kash beshe barfa zudtar ab beshe Chon man ru fekram dame sahele Bayad noh mah vaisam eine zane hamele



Sunday, June 15, 2008

همه وجود من مال تو

only love can tear us apart.

only this moment can keep us together.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

if it be your will

If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I shall abide until I am spoken for If it be your will If it be your will That a voice be true From this broken hill I will sing to you From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will To let me sing From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will To let me sing If it be your will If there is a choice Let the rivers fill Let the hills rejoice Let your mercy spill On all these burning hearts in hell If it be your will To make us well And draw us near And bind us tight All your children here In their rags of light In our rags of light All dressed to kill And end this night If it be your will If it be your will.


tonight

the past...




Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.We swore to each other then that our love would surely last.You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,now I am too thin and your love is too vast.But I know from your eyesand I know from your smilethat tonight will be fine,will be fine, will be fine, will be finefor a while.I choose the rooms that I live in with care,the windows are small and the walls almost bare,there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;I listen all night for your step on the stair.But I know from your eyesand I know from your smilethat tonight will be fine,will be fine, will be fine, will be finefor a while.Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me,she's the soft naked lady love meant her to beand she's moving her body so brave and so free.If I've got to remember that's a fine memory.And I know from her eyesand I know from her smilethat tonight will be fine,will be fine, will be fine, will be finefor a while.

Diamonds And Rust

Well I'll be damnedHere comes your ghost againBut that's not unusualIt's just that the moon is fullAnd you happened to callAnd here I sitHand on the telephoneHearing a voice I'd knownA couple of light years agoHeading straight for a fallAs I remember your eyesWere bluer than robin's eggsMy poetry was lousy you saidWhere are you calling from?A booth in the midwestTen years agoI bought you some cufflinksYou brought me somethingWe both know what memories can bringThey bring diamonds and rustWell you burst on the sceneAlready a legendThe unwashed phenomenonThe original vagabondYou strayed into my armsAnd there you stayedTemporarily lost at seaThe Madonna was yours for freeYes the girl on the half-shellWould keep you unharmedNow I see you standingWith brown leaves falling aroundAnd snow in your hairNow you're smiling out the windowOf that crummy hotelOver Washington SquareOur breath comes out white cloudsMingles and hangs in the airSpeaking strictly for meWe both could have died then and thereNow you're telling meYou're not nostalgicThen give me another word for itYou who are so good with wordsAnd at keeping things vagueBecause I need some of that vagueness nowIt's all come back too clearlyYes I loved you dearlyAnd if you're offering me diamonds and rustI've already paid

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

this life

Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve


'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next

I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no

Friday, May 30, 2008

Sunday, April 06, 2008

I dreamt that Iran had been liberated and that dariush was selling Persian instruments in southern Tehran.