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0:19 Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze
0:29 Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
All my memories gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
1:42 I hear her voice in the mornin' hour, she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Drivin' down the road, I get a feelin'
That I should've been home yesterday, yesterday
ðððð ððððððð ðððððððð
#Classic #Country
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I see the bad moon a-risin'
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
ðððð ððððððð ðððð ðððððððð
#Classic #Rock
ð¥ 6
I showed my heart to the doctor
He said I'd just have to quit
Then he wrote himself a prescription
And your name was mentioned in it
Then he locked himself in a library shelf
With the details of our honeymoon
And I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse
And his practice is all in a ruin
ðððð ðððð ðððððððð
#Classic #Pop #Guitar #melo
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â¡ 8
There's only 24 hours in a day
And half as many ways
For you to lie to me, my little love
There's only 24 hours in a day
And half of those, you lay awake
With thoughts of murder and carnage
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Ø·Ùع ؎دÛÙ
Ú©Ù ÙاÙا Ø¯Ù Ø±Û ÙÙ
ØšÙ ØªØ§Ø²Ú¯Û Ø§Ø¹ÙاÙ
کرد٠ک٠اÛ٠آÙÙگ؎ Ø±Ù ØšØ±Ø§Û ÙÙ
ÛÙ ÙÛÙÙ
ساخت٠٠رد؎ کرد٠ð
ðððð ðððððððð
#from fear.11
#Alternative #Indie #Pop
It was supposed to be #OST
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ÙضÛ٠از اÛÙ Ùرار٠ک٠سازÙدÙâÙØ§Û ÙÛÙÙ
Spectre (ÙسÙ
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ÙÙد٠ؚ٠آخر Ø³Ø±Û ÙÛÙÙ
Ø§Û Ø§Ø®Ûر جÛÙ
ز ؚاÙد) رÛدÛÙÙد ر٠ؚ٠عÙÙا٠گزÛÙ٠اÙÙ ØšØ±Ø§Û Ø³Ø§Ø®ØªÙ Ø¢ÙÙÚ¯ تÛØªØ±Ø§Ú Ø§ØšØªØ¯Ø§Û ÙÛÙÙ
در Ù؞ر دا؎تÙ. ÛÚ©Û Ø§Ø² ÙŸÛØŽÙÙاد ÙØ§Û ØªØ§Ù
ÛÙØ±Ú©Ø Ø¢ÙÙÚ¯ Man of War ØšÙد اÙ
ا سازÙدÙâÙا Ù
ÛâØ®Ùاست٠ک٠آÙÙÚ¯ ØšÙ Ø·Ùر Ø§Ø®ØªØµØ§ØµÛ ØšØ±Ø§Û ÙÛÙÙ
ساخت٠؎د٠ؚا؎٠ٟس رÛدÛÙÙØ¯Ø Ú©Ø§Ø± رÙÛ Ø¢ÙØšÙÙ
ØŽ ر٠Ù
ÙÙتا رÙا کرد تا اÛ٠آÙÙÚ¯ ر٠ؚسازÙ. خرÙØ¬Û ÙÙاÛÛ ØªØšØ¯Û٠؎د ؚ٠آÙÙÚ¯Û Ú©Ù ÙÙ
تÙ
جاسÙØ³Û Ù Ù
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Ùز جÛÙ
ز ؚاÙد ر٠دا؎ت Ù ÙÙ
اÙÙ ÙØ¶Ø§Û Ø¹Ø¬ÛØš ÙÙ
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اÙ
ا سازÙدÙâÙا اÛ٠ترک ر٠ÙÙ
رد کرد٠ؚخاطر اÛÙک٠زÛØ§Ø¯Û Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ú©Ù! (Ùکر Ú©Ù ØšÙ "رÛدÛÙÙد" سÙار؎٠آÙÙÚ¯ ØšØ¯Û ØšØ¹Ø¯ از "دارک" ØšÙدÙØŽ ØŽØ§Ú©Û ØšØŽÛ =)))).
ÙÙاÛتا Ø¢ÙÙÚ¯ The Writing's on the Wall از سÙ
اسÙ
Ûت ØšØ±Ø§Û ØªÛØªØ±Ø§Ú Ø§ÛÙ ÙÛÙÙ
ٟذÛرÙت٠؎د.
#Fact
ð 5ð 3†1
0:00
I'm lost, I'm a ghost
Dispossessed, taken host
My hunger burns a bullet hole
A spectre of my mortal soul
1:35 (James Bond vibes fr)
- ÙصÙâÛ ÙŸØŽØª اÛ٠آÙÙÚ¯ Ù ÙØ¶Ø§Û Ù
تÙاÙت؎ Ùسؚت ØšÙ ØšÙÛ٠آÙÙÚ¯Ø§Û Ø±ÛدÛÙÙد Ø®ÛÙÛ Ø¬Ø§ÙØšÙ.
ؚذارÛد ؚراتÙ٠تعرÛÙ Ú©ÙÙ
! =)
ðððð "ððð ðððð ððð
ðð, ððð ðððððð ðððð
" ðððððððð
#Alternative #Indie
Supposed to be #OST
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ÙضÛ٠از اÛÙ Ùرار٠ک٠سازÙدÙâÙØ§Û ÙÛÙÙ
Spectre (ÙسÙ
ت ÛÚ©Û Ù
ÙÙد٠ؚ٠آخر Ø³Ø±Û ÙÛÙÙ
Ø§Û Ø§Ø®Ûر جÛÙ
ز ؚاÙد) رÛدÛÙÙد ر٠ؚ٠عÙÙا٠گزÛÙ٠اÙÙ ØšØ±Ø§Û Ø³Ø§Ø®ØªÙ Ø¢ÙÙÚ¯ تÛØªØ±Ø§Ú Ø§ØšØªØ¯Ø§Û ÙÛÙÙ
در Ù؞ر دا؎تÙ. ÛÚ©Û Ø§Ø² ÙŸÛØŽÙÙاد ÙØ§Û ØªØ§Ù
ÛÙØ±Ú©Ø Ø¢ÙÙÚ¯ Man of War ØšÙد اÙ
ا سازÙدÙâÙا Ù
ÛâØ®Ùاست٠ک٠آÙÙÚ¯ ØšÙ Ø·Ùر Ø§Ø®ØªØµØ§ØµÛ ØšØ±Ø§Û ÙÛÙÙ
ساخت٠؎د٠ؚا؎٠ٟس رÛدÛÙÙØ¯Ø Ú©Ø§Ø± رÙÛ Ø¢ÙØšÙÙ
ØŽ ر٠Ù
ÙÙتا رÙا کرد تا اÛ٠آÙÙÚ¯ ر٠ؚسازÙ. خرÙØ¬Û ÙÙاÛÛ ØªØšØ¯Û٠؎د ؚ٠آÙÙÚ¯Û Ú©Ù ÙÙ
تÙ
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رÙ
Ùز جÛÙ
ز ؚاÙد ر٠دا؎ت Ù ÙÙ
اÙÙ ÙØ¶Ø§Û Ø¹Ø¬ÛØš ÙÙ
ÛØŽÚ¯Û Ø±ÛدÛÙÙد.
اÙ
ا سازÙدÙâÙا اÛ٠ترک ر٠ÙÙ
رد کرد٠ؚخاطر اÛÙک٠زÛØ§Ø¯Û Ø¯Ø§Ø±Ú©Ù! (Ùکر Ú©Ù ØšÙ "رÛدÛÙÙد" سÙار؎٠آÙÙÚ¯ ØšØ¯Û ØšØ¹Ø¯ از "دارک" ØšÙدÙØŽ ØŽØ§Ú©Û ØšØŽÛ =)))).
ÙÙاÛتا Ø¢ÙÙÚ¯ The Writing's on the Wall از سÙ
اسÙ
Ûت ØšØ±Ø§Û ØªÛØªØ±Ø§Ú Ø§ÛÙ ÙÛÙÙ
ٟذÛرÙت٠؎د.
#Fact
I took a little journey to the unknown
And I've come back changed, I can feel it in my bones
I fucked with forces that our eyes can't see
Now the darkness got a hold on me
Oh, the darkness got a hold on me
ðððð ððððððð ðððððððð
#ÙاÛØš_صؚØگاÙÛ
#Alternative #Indie #Folk #Rock
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