farewell my friend

losing my religion that's one of the things we share
farewell my friend my dear friend




Life is bigger
Its bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no Ive said too much
I set it up
Thats me in the corner
Thats me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I dont know if I can do it
Oh no Ive said too much
I havent said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour im
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no Ive said too much
I set it up
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now Ive said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

Like these Saturdays'

Getting ready at 9 p.m for a nice saturday night. I remember saturdays since schools they were horrible day to me walking up at 10 in the morning have to study and then study then go to sleep early to school the other day and the end of the weekend I think no one liked to have the weekend to end actually . In England it is different because it means another day of a party meeting new people and tomorrow I have nothing to care about it is a day off with no obligation to do. I get ready then hit the road walks to the city center it was like 5 minuets walking I pass by the old bridge and I'm officially in the party zone in a very small area you would find pubs for every kind of party you want to have if it is a modern music, oldies even jazz you will find it in there I remember I had to go first to Walkabout it was the first recommendation for party from my friend so it was like a routine for me friday nights mad nights in there so I spend all the night in there on friday but on saturday it is different sometimes there is some kind of DJ live performance. I still wonder why on earth they leave the sport screen open at party time and even it is more weird that you may find someone watching it (most of them are heavily drunk and can't see anything actually they are just gazing in the roof) Most of my friendships in there happened in that australian pub so still it is a place I love. After getting out of there I have to have a look to the studio and bar 21 and the loft if I found someone I know we just jump from one pub to another till 12 in the morning then we mostly go to the Love Shack were the party reach the peak at that time and it is the only club that stays up till the morning. It is 5 in the morning now and almost everybody is going back home and the club is closing down we finish the party starving so we go to aboda or the persian kebab shop and my friends used to look to me strange looks like what the hell are you saying when I used to talk to the guys in aboda in arabic. I just go back home get to bed and it is officially sunday. But I can't sleep all day so I walk up at 10 in the morning wash my cloths and tidy my things up clean up the house and go to the market place at noon so I don't miss anything in the market on sunday there is some kind of a big market in the city center and in the old market place I just go around looking up the things and most of the times there is live bands playing in the market (first time to hear Native american music live in there) till it reach 2 p.m I go to Greggs have my usual order of two sausage roll and the jam donuts and the cup of tea and go to the my usual place by the river eat my lunch listening to the violin girl that never miss a day she is always standing there playing on her violin so good. I finish up my lunch go back to see if I need anything to buy before the shops close down and then return back home cook a good big dinner celebrating the end of the weekend and go to sleep early because I have to walkup early next day for new week.

                               

Death of a clown

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamers whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they wont fight and the tigers wont roar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So lets all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
So wont someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Crime and Punishment

All people seem to be divided into "ordinary" and "extraordinary". The ordinary people must lead a life of strict obedience and have no right to transgress the law because they are ordinary. Whereas the extraordinary people have the right to commit any crime they like and transgress the law in any way just because they happen to be extraordinary.

By Dostoevsky

حاجات مستخبيه

الحقيقه هي الأخلاص مع النفس أولا

البحر أخر ملاذ من حمريه الناس

الحريه هي أن تكون عبد للحقيقة

الحب هو العطاء أنا احبك فأنا المدين أليك بكل شئ

أجد نفسي

مش عارف اوصف الحاله الي انا فيها هل هي سعاده أنبهار ولا نشوه لكن مأكد انا مش حزين هذه الحاله هي الحاله لما بشوف حاجه حلوه جميله صفيه منغير شوائب .ممكن اكون اتجننت لكن من امتى وانا مش مجنون دايما بحول اوصل لأشياء خياليه وهميه دائما اريد ان اصل لقمت الجبل لأعمق البحار دائما اجري وراء السراب و الوهم معتقدا اني ممكن أصل لشئ . لشئ لم يصل اليه احد من قبل ليس ليقال اني اكتشفته لكن لأرضاء روحي و عقلي الهائجان كالبحر  . في هذة الرحله الطويله لا أجد أحد في النهاية ينتظرني أو معي

لا لكنني دائما أجد شئ

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