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عصاره فشار و سکوت

• روز خوره

  نوامبر 2011

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• Bang Bang

  I was five and he was six
  We rode on horses made of sticks
  He wore black and I wore white
  He would always win the fight

  Bang bang, he shot me down
  Bang bang, I hit the ground
  Bang bang, that awful sound
  Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

  Seasons came and changed the time
  When I grew up, I called him mine
  He would always laugh and say
  "Remember when we used to play?"

  Bang bang, I shot you down
  Bang bang, you hit the ground
  Bang bang, that awful sound
  Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

  Music played, and people sang
  Just for me, the church bells rang.

  Now he's gone, I don't know why
  And till this day, sometimes I cry
  He didn't even say goodbye
  He didn't take the time to lie.

  Bang bang, he shot me down
  Bang bang, I hit the ground
  Bang bang, that awful sound
  Bang bang, my baby shot me down..

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• Dance me to the end of love

  Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
  Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
  Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
  Dance me to the end of love
  Dance me to the end of love
  Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
  Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
  Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
  Dance me to the end of love
  Dance me to the end of love

  Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
  Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
  We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
  Dance me to the end of love
  Dance me to the end of love

  Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
  Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
  Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
  Dance me to the end of love

  Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
  Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
  Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
  Dance me to the end of love