" You are here to watch over a heart That is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray Fading too soon, that's why I say Farewell to you, Indian summer You old Indian summer " "Indian Summer " By :Frank Sinatra

Well Papa go to bed now it's getting late Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us There's a darkness in this town that's got us too But they can't touch me now And you can't touch me now They ain't gonna do to me What I watched them do to you So say goodbye it's Independence Day It's Independence Day All down the line Just say goodbye it's Independence Day It's Independence Day this time Now I don't know what it always was with us We chose the words, and yeah, we drew the lines There was just no way this house could hold the two of us I guess that we were just too much of the same kind Well say goodbye it's Independence Day It's Independence Day all boys must run away So say goodbye it's Independence Day All men must make their way come Independence Day Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint And the highway she's deserted down to Breaker's Point There's a lot of people leaving town now Leaving their friends, their homes At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone Well Papa go to bed now it's getting late Nothing we can say can change anything now Because there's just different people coming down here now and they see things in different ways And soon everything we've known will just be swept away So say goodbye it's Independence Day Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say But won't you just say goodbye it's Independence Day I swear I never meant to take those things away "Independence Day" By :Bruce springsteen.

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THE EVIL MONK

by: Charles Baudelaire

HE ancient cloisters on their lofty walls
Had holy Truth in painted frescoes shown,
And, seeing these, the pious in those halls
Felt their cold, lone austereness less alone.

At that time when Christ's seed flowered all around,
More than one monk, forgotten in his hour,
Taking for studio the burial ground,
Glorified Death with simple faith and power.

And my soul is a sepulchre where I,
Ill cenobite, have spent eternity:
On the vile cloister walls no pictures rise.

O when may I cast off this weariness,
And make the pageant of my old distress
For these hands labour, pleasure for these eyes?

To my beautiful daughter SELMA JASMINE


The Albatross
Charles Baudelaire

Often, to amuse themselves, the men of the crew
Catch those great birds of the seas, the albatrosses,
lazy companions of the voyage, who follow
The ship that slips through bitter gulfs.

Hardly have they put them on the deck,
Than these kings of the skies, awkward and ashamed,
Piteously let their great white wings
Draggle like oars beside them.

This winged traveler, how weak he becomes and slack!
He who of late was so beautiful, how comical and ugly!
Someone teases his beak with a branding iron,
Another mimics, limping, the crippled flyer!

The Poet is like the prince of the clouds,
Haunting the tempest and laughing at the archer;
Exiled on earth amongst the shouting people,
His giant's wings hinder him from walking.


— Translated by Geoffrey Wagner

Shajarian, MORGHE SAHAR,

Freedom for the Iranian people....



O Morning bird, sadly sing and remind me
Of my pain afresh with a burning sigh
Break this cage and turn it upside down
Wing tied nightingale, leave the corner of this cage
Compose the song of freedom for the mankind
...And with a breath, set fire to the battlefield
Of the mass of this earth
The cruelty of tyrants and the injustice of huntsmen
Have broken my nest to the winds
O God, O turning globe, O nature
...Turn our dark night into dawn…

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Your hearts on the loose
you rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
and this ain't no place for the weary kind

you called all your shots
shooting a ball at the corner truck stop
somehow this don't feel like home anymore

and this ain't no place for the weary kind
this ain't no place to lose your mind
this ain't no place to fall behind
pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

your body aches
playin' your guitar
sweatin' out the hay
the days and the nights
all feel the same
the whiskey has been
a thorn in your side
it doesn't forgive
the highway that carves your heart inside

and this ain't no place for the weary kind
this ain't no place to lose your mind
this ain't no place to fall behind
pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

your lovers one kiss
is to damn far from your fingertips
you are the man that ruined the world

Your hearts on the loose
you rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
and this ain't no place for the weary kind

"The Weary Kind "
by Ryan Bingham

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

" Imagine "
By: John Lennon.