Muse - Time is running out
I think I'm drowning انگار دارم عرق میشم دارم خفه میشم میخوام جادوت رو بشکنم You're something beautiful تو زیبایی
میخوام بازی کنم این افسانه رو میخوام You will be the death of me تو مرگ من خواهی بود آره، تو مرگ من خواهی بود Bury it دفنش کنی نمیذارم دفنش کنی نمیذارم خاموشش کنی نمیذارم بکشیش Our time is running out وقتمون داره با سرعت سپری میشه و وقتمون داره با سرعت سپری میشه نمیتونی زیر زمین مخفیش کنی نمیتونیم فریادش رو خفه کنیم I wanted freedom من آزادی می خواستم محدودیت و انحصار سعی کردم بی خیالت بشم ولی معتاد تو شدم Now that you know I'm trapped حالا که میدونی به دام تو افتادم احساس غرور می کنی حتی دیگه فکر خراب کردن این استحکام رو هم نمی کنی تو زندگی رو از درون من چلوندی Bury it دفنش می کنی
نمیذارم دفنش کنی نمیذارم بکشیش Our time is running out وقتمون داره با سرعت سپری میشه و وقتمون داره با سرعت سپری میشه نمیتونی زیر زمین مخفیش کنی نمیتونیم فریادش رو خفه کنیم
How did it come to this چطور اینطوری شد؟ houhouhou yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah Yeah you will suck the life out of me آره تو زندگی رو از درونم می مکی! Bury it دفنش کنی نمیذارم دفنش کنی نمیذارم خاموشش کنی نمیذارم بکشیش Our time is running out وقتمون داره با سرعت سپری میشه و وقتمون داره با سرعت سپری میشه نمیتونی زیر زمین مخفیش کنی نمیتونیم فریادش رو خفه کنیم
And how did it come to this چطور اینطوری شد؟ houhouhou yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah
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پنجشنبه نوزدهم شهریور 1388ساعت 13:14 توسط icedearth |
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Translation frome english to Persian is very hard becuse Wording and Word Order in english is Unlike to Persian Excusme if this Translation is Irregular and Unmeaning Download fiddler on the green in http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=3506941&song=Fiddler+On+The+Green
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Fiddler on the Green Sad voices they're calling صداهای غمگینی داره اینهارو صدا میزنه Our precious girl she can't be gone دختر متکی به ما او نمیتونه بره How bitter this morning چقر تلخ است این صبح When daddy's darling وقتی عزیز بابایی Went out and started her day رفت از پیش ما و شروع کرد روزش را
Wasn't there a dream last night نبود این یه خواب مثل شب گذشته Like a spring never ending شبیه یه چشمه ی بی پایان Still the water runs clear ابهای آرام میدوند وازه و آشکار Through my mind از میان فکر من On the field I can see a fiddler من تو این زمین نمیتونم ببینم یک ویلن زن The fiddler on the green and the sad boy یه ویلن زن تو سبزه و پسره غمگین I took him too early من گرفتمش خیلی زود Would you mind Would you mind Would you mind If I take you اگر من ببرم تو را
To be with you به سوی ماندن با تو To be with you به سوی ماندن با تو To be with you به سوی ماندن با تو To be with you به سوی ماندن با تو
The sun seemed bright خورشید تابناک به نظر می آمد The air was clear هوا صاف بود The air was clear هوا صاف بود A trick of light نیرنگ روشنایی Turned red into green برگرداند قرمز را در سبز She saw the light اوروشنایی را دید Her face was pale صورت او رنگ پریده بود Her body smashedبدن اوخردشده بود Her beauty's gone زیبایی او در حال نابودی بود
Isn't it a shame نبود این یک شرمساری The reaper said دروگر گفت He is quite alone here او کاملن تنهاست اینجا And still waiting for you و ارام در حال صبرکردن برای شماست Oh I really did fail for the first time اوه من واقهن شکست خوردم برای اولین بار Spoke the fiddler, poor old fiddlerمیله ی چرخ ویلنزن ویلنزن پیر و فقیر The fiddler on the green ویلن زن تو سبزه The fiddler on the green ویلن زن تو سبزه It would be nice: آن میخواد زیبا باشد
Take my hand دستمو بگیر
Just hold my hand فقط دستمو نگهدار I'll take you there من اینجارو میخوام Your pain will go away دردت میخواد برای همیشه بره
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ICEDEARTH Jon Schaffer • Rhythm and Lead Guitars, Backing Vocals BIOGRAPHY
Those very different challenges must be accounted for in a musician's vision if they are to have a remote shot of making a living as a songwriter. The clearer the vision, the clearer the path to be taken, although vision and marketing alone don't guarantee a successful journey. A myriad of intangibles must also come into play at exactly the right times. The few uncompromising musicians who pride themselves on the integrity of their craft can surely plan to encounter a path less traveled and sewn with more mountains and valleys than the road clogged with chameleons sacrificing their visions to cash in on the current fads. For two decades, Jon Schaffer and his vehicle, ICED EARTH, have taken the long, high road of non-compromise to reach the rarified air breathed by those few who enjoy lasting commercial success writing and performing music in the Heavy Metal genre. While the journey to the top continues on, it certainly appears that the roughest roads of ICED EARTH’S journey are behind them. The dead end streets are now recognized for what they are and the open highway lies ahead for ICED EARTH. The vehicle's tank remains full of Jon's unique blend of high-octane passion and desire. Lessons learned over the past 20 years ("getting ripped off," and "getting had," not to mention "getting old," and "getting grey") have provided Jon with the ability to navigate through the fog and illusions of the music industry. But it wasn't always that way. Today’s ICED EARTH highway started in the early 1970s on nothing more than an average American side street in northeast Indiana. It was there, in a humble blue-collar town, where Jon was first exposed to music from legendary bands such as KISS, BLACK SABBATH, BLUE OYSTER CULT, and ALICE COOPER. By the age of four, Jon had become a dedicated fan to the sounds of hard rock and heavy metal. Jon’s exposure to the world of hard and heavy music came from his older sister. The two spent many hours in their youth escaping some of the harsh realities around them by listening to the bands that would be responsible in shaping what would become Iced Earth. In 1979, a life-changing event took place when Jon’s father took him to see KISS at the age of 11. The sonic experience combined with a bombastic stage show only KISS could deliver struck a lifelong “curse” upon Jon that night – an unrelenting and uncompromising desire to constantly push his talents to the limits and to write songs worthy of his name. As is the case with so many teens making the transformation from adolescence to adulthood, Jon would become increasingly frustrated with authority figures. The frustration was not born so much from the authority that adults possessed, but rather that many of these adults didn’t take lightly to their authority being questioned.
The above is not to suggest that Jon was a saint while growing up in Indiana – he certainly wasn’t. His attitude towards authority was tainted by a growing, bitter resentment of authority figures that could not provide answers for their actions. These negative sources of authority would in-turn poison his views of all authority, even the authority that loved and cared for him most. The frustration of Jon’s teen years in Indiana culminated with the tragic death of his best friend who lost his life to a motorcycle accident. His mind clouded and in need of respite, Jon would make the biggest decision of his life in deciding to leave home in 1984 at the age of 16 with only a cantankerous used car and a couple of hundred dollars to his name. A thousand miles away from the distractions in Indiana, Jon would start paving the roads in Tampa, Florida to take him to the land he promised himself that night in 1979. If Jon didn’t know it already, he would soon learn that for every action there is a reaction. Jon traded his parent’s roof for the roof of his car that doubled as his home early in Tampa. When that car was totaled in an accident that nearly took his life, the metal roof was traded for leaking wooden roves of abandoned homes. Street smarts, not book smarts would be needed to keep the 16 year-old alive on the streets of Tampa. Income earned from jobs as a day laborer provided the income necessary to save enough money to get an apartment and eventually led to being hired as a laborer for a roofing company. Jon spent the next three years doing hot mop roofing in the Florida sun during the day, and building the vision of his band and rehearsing at night. At the time the band was called Purgatory, and eventually became Iced Earth when he changed the name in 1988. Jon’s first vision of his band began life under the moniker THE ROSE, which was very short lived. A bit of THE ROSE lives on however, as the font Jon used for the band’s logo went on to be used in the PURGATORY logo and ICED EARTH’s current day logo. He designed the logo for THE ROSE in graphics art class, early in the year as a sophomore in high school. These are the only bands that Jon has ever been involved in, and has led the way in each and every one, all the way through to present day. The harsh realities of living a homeless life on the street forced Jon to grow up fast. America was a land of opportunity, but it wasn’t going to give him anything for free. Everything had to be earned. To his credit, he was keenly aware of this when deciding to leave home. Sacrifice, determination, integrity, and unwillingness to compromise would be the tools used to pave the early dirt roads and then widen them into streets of opportunity. Ironically, these lessons were learned from people that had died no less than 200 years before Jon’s birth. Before leaving Indiana, Jon’s time in school was more a source of aggravation than enjoyment. However, that was not the case when studying history, especially the period of the American Revolution. While many of his peers were decorating their rooms with posters of their favorite sports stars and movie characters, Jon’s room was painted with stars, stripes, and screaming eagles to honor his heroes. They were none other than men like George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and Benjamin Franklin. Their willingness to stand up for what they believed in and to pursue it at all costs in the face of overwhelming odds struck a chord with Jon that has never stopped resonating. He would use the courage and confidence of his country’s Founding Fathers to build his own sense of self. That sense of self, complimented by the knowledge that anything is possible if you’re willing to totally dedicate yourself to the cause, gave Jon the strength to carry out on his own in Florida despite the odds being stacked squarely against him.
Always grounded by a gut instinct grown keener with each passing year, a work ethic framed by inner integrity, and an unwavering commitment to give ICED EARTH fans nothing less than 100% of what he is capable of, has in turn rewarded Jon and ICED EARTH with one of the most loyal fan bases that any band in any genre could hope to enjoy. A fact that they are extremely appreciative of everyday. In 2007, Iced Earth released it's eighth full-length studio release, FRAMING ARMAGEDDON (Something Wicked Part 1), which expands the “SOMETHING WICKED” storyline first introduced in the trilogy of the same name appearing on the 1998 release, SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES. The SOMETHING WICKED story is so expansive and timely that a follow-up, full-length studio release will be issued in Fall 2008 to continue the story where FRAMING ARMAGEDDON ended. The pair of releases will form the pillars of a massive undertaking to tell one of the most complex and epic stories ever attempted in contemporary music. Indeed, the Burning Times for man have just begun…
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شنبه چهاردهم دی 1387ساعت 11:51 توسط icedearth |
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AHOORA
![]() All in Blood with You 2007 Where are you? Where? All the signs lead to me Push your sting in, feed me once more No, don't get me wrong Conceal, condone Forced visions reborn to me Push your sting in, feed me once more WWW.AHOORA-BAND.COM
In February 13th 1970 Black Sabbath, the true inventor of metal music, released their debut album. 36 years after that day, somewhere in an extreme Islamic country called Iran the debut album of a new metal band was released. Obviously Ahoora had no permission to do such a thing, and are actually outlawed in their own country. But anyway album was released to mark a historic event in Iranian rock history. ................................... ادامه مطلب |
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شنبه چهاردهم دی 1387ساعت 11:34 توسط icedearth |
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صفحه نخست پست الکترونیک آرشیو طراح قالب |
Wanderings out of space.
Wandering out of time. A world out of light, death at the end. Only silence can be heard, silence of peoples tears. No one knows my grave. Buried by time and dust |
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شهریور 1388 بهمن 1387 دی 1387 |
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music-metal Blind Guardian تک پسر::قالب ساز |
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