Jazz Police

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Let me be somebody I admire
Let me be that muscle down the street
Stick another turtle on the fire
Guys like me are mad of turtle meat

"L.C."

And now ladies and gentelmen, your Black Jazz is back!

"Whatever makes a soldier sad,
Makes a killer smile"

- L. C.

HURT

"I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way"

-Johnny Cash

Everybody knows

but you

It's how we are!

No Comment

01/07

"...So if she's somewhere near me
I hope to god she hears me
There's no one else
Could ever make me feel
I'm so alive
I hoped she never leave me
Please God you must believe me
I've searched the universe
And found myself
Within her eyes"

-Axl Rose

حافظ

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ما را چو روزگار فراموش کرده ای

جانا شکایت از تو کنم یا ز روزگار

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First we take Manhattan

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Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win

You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline

How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

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November 15th, 2008

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this
Such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come
And lovers always go
And no one's really sure
Who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time
On your own
Do you need some time
All alone
Everybody needs some time
On their own
Don't you know you need some time
All alone

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.

But the room just filled up with mosquitos,

they heard that my body was free.

Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night

and I put it in your little shoe.

And then I confess that I tortured the dress

that you wore for the world to look through.

I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.

Then he wrote himself a prescription,

and your name was mentioned in it!

Then he locked himself in a library shelf

with the details of our honeymoon,

and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse

and his practice is all in a ruin.

I heard of a saint who had loved you,

so I studied all night in his school.

He taught that the duty of lovers

is to tarnish the golden rule.

And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure

he drowned himself in the pool.

His body is gone but back here on the lawn

his spirit continues to drool.

An Eskimo showed me a movie

he'd recently taken of you:

the poor man could hardly stop shivering,

his lips and his fingers were blue.

I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes

and I guess he just never got warm.

But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,

oh please let me come into the storm.

SHIT!

I will regret this till the end of time. Why God? Why are doing this to me?

I'm not sleepy and there's no place I'm going to

دوش رفتم به در میکده خواب آلوده
خرقه تردامن و سجاده شراب آلوده

آمد افسوس کنان مغبچه باده فروش
گفت بیدار شو ای ره رو خواب آلوده

شست و شویی کن و آن گه به خرابات خرام
تا نگردد ز تو این دیر خراب آلوده

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BLACK JAZZ BAR & GRILLS

می دونین چه آرزویی دارم؟ این که یه گوشه ی دنیا واسه خودم یه بار افتتاح کنم و اسمشم بزارم:
Black Jazz Bar & Grills
اونوقت اسم کوکتل هاش هم اینا باشن:
Black Jazz Special
White Jazz
Green Jazz
Blue Jazz
Yellow Jazz
Pink Jazz
و غیره،(البته اونایی که امتحان کردن می دونن که اولی خوب چیزیه) و اسم گریلهاش هم اینا باشن:
Black Grill
White Grill
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و یه گوشش هم یه سیاه پوست غول تشن ساکسیفون بزنه. اونوقت می تونم مث بچه آدم از زندگی لذت ببرم.

I'm so afraid that you listen to my words

Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess.
Is it true you betrayed us? the answer is yes.
Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.
And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
A singer must die for the lie in his voice.
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Leonard Cohen

Triple Fall

پنج انگشت خشک پاییزی، گرچه از شاخه اش به زیر افتاد

شاد رقصد ز هر نسیمی خرد، می زند بانگ هر چه بادا باد

بی تقاوت به انزوای خزان، خشک و خش خش کنان و رو به فناست

لیک خندد به شادمانی خویش، که امیدش به سبزی فرداست

پنج انگشت خویش خم کرده، به تمنای بارش فردا

شاد نوشد ز جام بی رنگی، و ندارد به دل غم دنیا

If it be your will....

Yeah Baby, It will cost my liberation.

Joy and pain of living in your world

You gave me cigarettes
To smoke my tears away

هشتم شهریور

هرچه کمتر شود فروغ حیات

رنج را جانگدازتر بینی

رو به مغرب چو می نهد خورشید

سایه ها را درازتر بینی

Who By Fire

And who by fire, who by water,
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
Who in your merry merry month of may,
Who by very slow decay,
And who shall I say is calling?

Dress Rehearsal Rag

Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
all of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to behave,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?
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