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Jana - feat Miead Nik
04:18
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"Whispers of the night grow within my vein
The rain drops on dry walls of my mind
I was not here
I'm a star pouring down, on grass
a lantern
Cleansing in the madness of ocean waves
Where is this lantern heading to?
in the midst of angels whirling"-Sohrab Sepehri
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Saints of Dust
03:55
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"Who said we believed in your lies?
Feeding the best laying in your heart
Who said we should call you our destiny?
I find your words toxic, the poison you feed
Who said we crowned you as our God, Christ, Savior?
Who said we gave you permission to kill?destroy?deceive our heart?
Who are you to find yourself above, us, saints of dust
We don't know our path, because we don't know we're lost.
If you find me with no shelter
Would you help to let me in
if you find me shivering
Would you care to hold me in
Or will you like everyone else
Turn your back on my hopes ad dreams?"
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Mosafer (Traveler)
03:11
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"At dusk, among the the exhausted presence of objects
A waiting glance, observed the weight of time
and on the table, crowded noise from gathering of fresh fruits
flew towards the confused awareness of death.
and on the rug that carries leisure, wind took the smell of the yard,
and dedicated it to the flat sides of life
and just like a hand fan, mind was holding onto the bright surface of a flower and was fanning itself.
Traveler stepped out of the bus:
"what a clear sky!"
and the horizon of a foreign street took him away.
You could hear the sound of plants,
traveler arrived
sitting on a comfort chair on side of the road:
My heart is sad,
strangely missing everything..."
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"It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed."
— Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise
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When it seems like everything is dying I notice birds standing on a cable at 4 a.m
Only when my brain reaches a melting point, I start to see way clearer
We are all fucked up and beautiful in our own way
now colors are changing everywhere
and we're running out of time
Now for a penny and a dime
We're standing on the waiting line
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Kamyar Arsani Frederick, Maryland
Kamyar Arsani, a scholar of the Daf (the Iranian frame drum) is an Iranian multi-instrumentalist, singer and songwriter. Through his solo work and numerous collaborations, Arsani creates music across an array of styles, ranging from classical Persian music to genre-defying punk and electronic experimentation. ... more
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