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زمانی که بلو ولوت رو تماشا کردم، اصلاً متوجه ارزشش نشدم. توی لترباکسد بهش یه ریتینگ افتضاح دادم و گفتم اورریتده، که دیوانگی محضه. آثار لینچ مثل شراب کهنه‌ان، با گذر زمان بهتر و بهتر می‌شن و ارزش واقعی‌شون بعد از مدتی برای آدم آشکار می‌شه.
you know someone is truly an art person when they weave cinema, music, and aesthetics together. in lynch’s case, his strong passion for art shows itself through the mastery of his craft.
“a candy-colored clown they call the sandman, tiptoes to my room every night, just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper "go to sleep, everything is alright", I close my eyes, then I drift away into the magic night, I softly say a silent prayer like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you, in dreams, I walk with you, in dreams, I talk to you, in dreams, you're mine, all of the time, we're together in dreams, in dreams, but just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone, I can't help it, I can't help it if I cry, I remember that you said goodbye, it's too bad that all these things can only happen in dreams, only in dreams, in beautiful dreams.”
“and I knew I was close to you and I will catch me flying in the sun, catch me drinking of your wine, I'm gonna put something in you, make the devil feel surprised, all your sisters wanna fly, around my golden sky, around my golden sky, just because you feel, hollow inside it's real, just because you feel, hollow inside it's real, I'm gonna put something in you, make the devil feel surprised, make the devil feel surprised and I knew I was close to you and I knew, catch me flying in the sun, catch me drinking of your wine.”
“He lives his life in a world full of women and he takes what he wants from their love, and he throws the rest away, I cling to him and pray, but still, he slips away, and now it's just too late to wish him back again, she won't put up with this life, so she leaves him and she finds someone else, falls in love, and she travels far away, I say that it's okay, and swallow all my pain, and now it's just too late to wish her back again, they left me here on my own, in a nightmare and I just can't forgive any more, so I smile and I turn away, don't listen when they say, they wish that I could stay, and now it's just too late to wish me back again.”
حدودا یک ساعت و نیم پیش یه کلاغ سیاه و سفید اومده بود جلوی پنجره اتاقم و داشت آواز میخوند. با صداش از خواب پریدم و یک لحظه فریک‌اوت کردم چون تاحالا همچین صدایی نشنیده بودم، با نوک‌اش که به شیشه پنجره میزد فهمیدم پرنده‌ست و گفتم شاید سردش باشه(چند روزی هست که هوا خیلی سرد و مه‌آلوده، امروز خیلی سردتر از روزهای قبله حتی) و وقتی پنجره رو باز کردم که بیاد داخل ترسید و فرار کرد. خیلی خوشگل بود و از خوشگل‌ترین موجوداتی بود که از نزدیک میدیدم. به مامانم راجع بهش گفتم و گفت باوری هست که وقتی کلاغ سیاه و سفید روی پنجره میشینه و آواز میخونه یعنی پیغامی قراره بهت برسه.
“but us, like other angry whores, discuss what threats were made before, you don't need them anymore, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, instead, I read the morning news in bed, what endlessness ahead and there's no more to be said, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, the blind may see, but stay behind relief of all liability and greed and there's nothing more you need, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, no one listens to it, they don't believe it, but it's the only way for me, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, what crap, old chap fills up the gap, we set like traps, like traps for us, the rats and there's nothin' more to catch, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, then bury me deep down among the weeds, that creep into the hearts of all the weak and there's nothing more so weak, you know more than I know, you know more than I know, you know more than I know.”
