Handsome groom

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

http://www.last.fm/music/The+Smiths/_/I+Know+It%27s+Over

زمان

، نمی توان زمان را با روزها شماره کرد
بدان سان که پول را با دلار و سنت شماره میکنند.
زیرا دلارها همه مثل هم هستند حال انکه
هر روز و حتی هرساعت با روز و ساعت دیگر تفاوت دارد

تمثیل

انان که روزنامه های صبح را می خوانند
از محیط پیرامون خویش می گریزند
یا برای روزی که در پیش دارند
توشه ای از حرف های پیش پا افتاده بر میگزیند

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