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15 - The Rain Must Fall (From Chameleon Days).mp34.22 MB

If you don't want me Why'd you steal my heart? Coast to back country No matter where you are When the sun comes up, I'll be thinking of you When the sun goes down, I'll be drinking for two You love me a little, you lie and then You love me a little more than I love you all over again And again and again and again and again And again and again and again No, I don't deserve you But I love you more than you could know In another life, I've seen your eyes before If I die, is it better than to live in vain? Don't cry for me ever, baby, do your thing The way you love me a little, lie and then You love me a little more than I love you all over again And again and again and again and again And again and again and again
ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ

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"I felt more alone than ever, because for every human, the only cure for all suffering was death." "بیش از همیشه احساس تنهایی
"I felt more alone than ever, because for every human, the only cure for all suffering was death." "بیش از همیشه احساس تنهایی می‌کردم، چرا که برای هر انسانی، تنها درمان تمام رنج‌ها، مرگ بود."
- Frankestein 2025

Crash! good things aren't made to last I've been locked inside my past My fingertips remember what my eyes have missed I miss you baby I won't come back as long as I live by the wish I miss you baby Hurt, you fill the void I'm in Hurt, I end where you begin My fingertips remember what my eyes have missed I miss you baby I won't come back as long as I live by the wish I miss you baby My fingertips remember what my eyes have missed I miss you baby And in my dreams my hopeless heart will give in I miss you baby La la la la, la la la la la la la I miss you baby
ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ

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I DON'T WORK LIKE THAT. IT'S NOT PROFESSIONAL. |#leon

Golden brown texture, like sun Lays me down, with my mind, she runs Throughout the night, no need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time, just like the last On her ship, tied to the mast To distant lands, takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown Golden brown, finer temptress Through the ages, she's heading west From far away, stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown Na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na Never a frown (never a frown, never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown, with golden brown) Never a frown (never a frown, never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown, with golden brown) Never a frown (never a frown, never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown, with golden brown) Never a frown (never a frown, never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown, with golden brown) Never a frown (never a frown, never a -)
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When you get older, plainer, saner Will you remember all the danger we came from? Burning like embers, falling, tender Longing for the days of no surrender years ago And will you know... ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ

Turn around, wake a little Howlin', save the little girl That you found, you found, you found And when it all aligns Silent, what you're reading from And when our worlds collide Eyes remember every light Are you able? Find your ground Other people fallin' down Tell the world that saw you head for Hell I can be your somethin' you believe in You are here, makin' a shadow Stay in the middle ground You found, you found, you found Silent as a hollow sound, you're Silently callin' out for Something you can't deny you feel inside your hands Are you able? Find your ground Other people fallin' down Tell the world that saw you head for Hell I can be your somethin' you believe in Somethin' you can believe Somethin' you can believe Somethin' you can believe Somethin' you can believe Oh, you can believe You can believe You can believe Believe Believe
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قسمتی از فیلم "رستگاری در شاوشنگ" پیرمردی به اسم بروکس بعد از ۵۰ سال‌ از زندان آزاد شد، برگشت به شهرش ولی هیچی دیگه مثل قبل نبود. این آزادی براش تلخ‌تر از زندان بود. چند روز بعد مثل همیشه از خواب بیدار شد، دوش گرفت، بهترین لباسش رو پوشید، عطر مورد علاقه‌اش رو زد. رو یه چهارپایه رفت و با یه چاقو روی دیوار خونه‌اش نوشت : ‏Brooks was here بروکس اینجا بود... و خودش رو از سقف همون خونه، برای همیشه رها کرد. بروکس اون جمله رو نوشت چون کسی دیگه نبود بفهمه که "من اینجا بودم..." مثل خیلی‌ از ماها که وسط شلوغ‌ترین روزا ته دلمون خالیه و منتظریم یک نفر بیاد، مارو بفهمه، پیشمون بمونه. ما هم اینجاییم. همین حالا. شاید کسی بیاد و بنویسه : ما هم اینجا بودیم….

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10 - Hans Zimmer - The Way of the Sword (mp3cut.net).mp312.37 MB

This is the new age This is the new fight This is the new way To come face to face with the dark side This is the new game This is the new line This is the new stage The battle begins on the inside Just when you think you've seen it all This is only the beginning This is only the beginning Only the beginning This is only the beginning This is only the beginning This is revival Open your eyes This is the future Watch us ignite We keep fighting to the end This is only the beginning This is only the beginning Only the beginning This is only the beginning This is only the beginning We keep fighting This is only the beginning We keep fighting to the end This is only the beginning
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I don't wanna feel at all (feel at all) I got a million voices in my head All alone in a place that angels dread Walk around with a freak inside, my end ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ

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هنر، تنها راهی‌ست که می‌شود از این مرداب زندگی سر بیرون آورد. با هنر می‌شود جهان را فهمید، نه چون چیزی زیبا، بلکه چون زخمی ملموس، که هنرمند آن را قابل لمس می‌کند. هنر، پناه است از امیدهای پوچ، از دروغ خوشبختی و رنجی که مثل سایه دنبال‌مان می‌دود. آدم اگر نتواند بیافریند، می‌پوسد. هنرمند همان دیوانه‌ای‌ست که نمی‌گذارد این پوسیدگی زودتر تمامش کند؛ خلق می‌کند تا زنده بماند، تا شاید در آفرینش خودش، معنایی پیدا کند که جهان از او دریغ کرده است. شاید این بهترین تعبیر باشد؛ هنرمند آفریننده‌ایست که می‌آفریند.
«دنیای هنری یک هنرمند بی‌انتهاست. یک هنرمند در دنیای بی‌کران خود، در هر لحظه‌ از زمان، در یک مکان به‌سر می‌برد.» پاول استرند
🔸روز هنرمند رو بر تمام هنرمندان تبریک میگم🤝🔥 @eots1