The First Fail: Recent Episodes
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{It's me, a slave to the moon!
say nothing but of the moon
having "us" around!
except for of the "candle and sweat"
say nothing!
about pain, don't talk}*1,
about gain, don't talk.
having us around!
except of the "lover and beloved"
say nothing...
*1:Rumi. except for "me" changed to "u$".
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P.S: the poetry of the Rumi is modified, perhaps being taken in a not-common way of Interpreting it, in order not to say what's not supposed to be spoken of,
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Talking about Mysticism, "your understanding is your underestimate." I believe!
Hamid Taheri-Felani
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you said that your lovers are more than sands
of soil, more?! no, that we are less than the dust
(Saedi)
A minor! Me, the less! A work by Hamid Taheri
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فلانی نوشت:
من غلامِ قمرم!
غیرِ قمر هیچ!...
...مگو!
پیششان جز سخن، شمع و شکر...... هیس!
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Music, arrangement,
instruments, except for the drums which is played through a drum machine on a KB ,
Mix and mastering
Lyrics and vocals
and Cover-photo, by Hamid,
Note: In the lyrics, "Man gholame Ghamaram... by Rumi" and "Gofti kaz Khak Bishtarand...by Saedi" are borrowed.
The_Anonymous_Penguin
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Music, Lyrics, Vocals, mix and mastering by Hamid
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Ba inkeh Gorgeh Ham Misheh
Hamisheh Koocheh Mikoocheh
Ba inkeh Jaddeha Rafteand
Faghat Picheh Keh mipicheh
Ba inkeh Rafteh Bargashtan
Omidesh az Sareh pahaam
Miooneh Jamea tanha ha
Ba in Tan ha bazam tanhaam
I've seen a penguin inside
he wants to fly, he falls!
Like an ostrich outside,
poor bird, afoul to tight stalls
It's been crucified on a cross
the raged in love with a little pigeon
it's so sad, staring at the moon
an eagle in the muggy mood of prison
I don't want to say this dark,
but I've seen in a very dark walk side
faces were holding their hands
but shadows were strapping knifes
A man walks, he doesn't cry
but smoke goes sometimes to eyes
sometimes curtains come alone
but in the cage the grief always flies
I close my eyes sometimes
I see an snowman who cries
there is a crow on a wheelchair
but the scarecrow for a cane dies...
Hamid