سه‌شنبه، ۱۴ ژانویه ۲۰۰۳
Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up, I cannot see
That there’s not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, wake me
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ژانویه 15th, 2003 7:52
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me ’til I’m sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
“I can’t think of anything to say except…
I think it’s marvelous! HaHaHa!”
ژانویه 15th, 2003 13:33
یادآوری این Lyric پینک فلوید برام خیلی جالب بود… ممنون رامینیا! حالا جالب تر از اون کلیپشه که یه سری از سیاستمدارها رو نشون میده… و در واقع میشه گفت منظور از loonies مردم احمق اند که سیاستمدارها اونا رو توی path نگه میدارن….
The paper holds their folded faces
And everyday the paperboy brings more