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Together Again

 

Together again
My tears have stopped falling
The long lonely nights
Are now at an end

The key to my heart
You hold in your hand
And nothing else matters
We're together again

Together again
The gray skies are gone
Your back in my arms
Now where you belong

The love that I knew
Is living again
And nothing else matters
We're together again

+ نوشته شده در  شنبه سی ام اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 23  توسط "بابک" 


like a sad song

 

 

Usually in the morning I'm filled with sweet belonging
And everything is beautiful to see
Even when it's raining, the sound of heaven singing
Is simply joyful music to me.
Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I'm all alone without you.

So many different places, a million smiling faces
Life is so incredible to me
Especially to be near you and how it is to touch you
Oh paradise was made for you and me.

Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I'm all alone without you.



I know that life goes on just perfectly
And everything is just the way that it should be
Still there are times when my heart feels like breaking
And anywhere is where I'd rather be.


Oh and in the night time I know that it's the right time
To hold you close and say I love you so
To have someone to share with and someone I can care with

 

And that is why I wanted you to know
Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I'm all alone without you, without you.

 

 

Ooh ooh, Sometimes I feel like a sad song like I'm all alone without you.


+ نوشته شده در  شنبه بیست و سوم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 22  توسط "بابک"   


California dreamin

 

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day
I'd be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
California dreamin’
On such a winter's day

Stopped into a church

I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees

And I pretend to pray

Oh, the preacher likes the cold
He knows I'm gonna stay
Oh, California dreamin’
On such a winter's day

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day


If I didn't tell her
I could leave today

 

+ نوشته شده در  پنجشنبه بیست و یکم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 2  توسط "بابک"   


Love's been good to me

 

I have been a rover
I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways
Never found a home
Still in all I'm happy
The reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way
Love's been good to me

There was a girl in Denver
Before the summer storm
Oh, her eyes were tender
Oh, her arms were warm
And she could smile away the thunder
Kiss away the rain
Even though she's gone away
You won't hear me complain

I have been a rover
I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways
Never found a home
Still in all I'm happy
The reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way
Love's been good to me

There was a girl in Portland [Tehran]
Before the winter chill
We used to go a-courting
Along October hill
And she could laugh away the dark clouds
Cry away the snow
It seems like only yesterday
As down the road I go

I've been a rover
I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways
Never found a home
Still in all I'm happy
The reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way
Love's been good to me

 

Writer: Rod McKuen

+ نوشته شده در  سه شنبه نوزدهم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 1  توسط "بابک"   


unchained melody

 

 

 

Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch a long,
 lonely time
Time goes by so slowly but time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
God speed your love to me.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh, wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home, wait for me

Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time
Time goes by so slowly but time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
God speed your love to me.

Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
God speed your love to me..

-Rightoous Brothers

+ نوشته شده در  شنبه شانزدهم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 13  توسط "بابک"   


Yesterday when I was young

 

 

Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet

As rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
the way the evening breeze

may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed,

the splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned

the naked light of the day
and only now I see how the years ran away.


 

                                            

                                             Yesterday when I was young
                                so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung,
                                 so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
                               and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
                                 I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
                                 I never stopped to think what life was all about
                                      and every conversation I can now recall
                                 concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.

 

 Yesterday the moon was blue
 and every crazy day brought something new to do.
 I used my magic age as if it were a wand
 and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
 The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
 and every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
 The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
 and only I am left on stage to end the play.
 There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
 I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
 The time has come for me to pay for

 Yesterday when I was young.

 - Herbert Kretzmer

 

+ نوشته شده در  چهارشنبه سیزدهم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 19  توسط "بابک"   


Take five

 

 

Stop and take a little time out with me

Just take five ... Just take five

Just stop your busy day to take the time out to see

I’m alive ... I’m alive

I’m going out of my way

Just so I can pass by each day

Not a single word do we say

It’s a pantomime. Another time

Still I know her eyes are for me

Having tingles down to my feet

When you get too discrete

Sends me on my way

Now, wouldn’t it be better not to be so polite

You could offer a light

Just start a little conversation, now. It’s alright

When you take five...

 

+ نوشته شده در  یکشنبه دهم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 15  توسط "بابک"   


Sunrise, sunset

 

 

Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older
When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he get to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday

when they were small?

Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze…

Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears…

One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears…

 

Sunrise, sunset, Sunrise, sunset

 

+ نوشته شده در  شنبه نهم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 12  توسط "بابک"   


هفته خاکستری

 

 

شنبه روز بدی بود
روز بی حوصلگی
وقـت خوبی که می شد
غزلی تازه بگی
ظهر یکشنبه من
جدول نیمه تموم

همه خونه هاش سیاه
روی خونه جغد شوم
صفحه کهنه یادداشت های من
گفت دوشنبه روز میلاد منه
اما شعر تو می گه که چشـم مـن

تو نخ ابره که بارون بزنه
آخ اگه بـــارون بـــزنـه ،
       آخ اگه بـــارون بـــزنـه ،


غروب سه شنبه خاکستری بود
همه انگار نوک کوه رفته بودن
به خودم هی زدم از اینجا برو
اما موش خورده شناسنامه من


عصر چهارشنبه من
عصر خوشبختی ما
فصل گندیدن (پوسیدن) من
فصل جون سختی ما
روز پنجشنبه اومد

مثل سقاهک پیر
رونوکش یه چیکه آب

گفت به من بگیر بگیر

 


جمعه حرف تازه ای برام نداشت
هر چی بود پیش تر از اینها گفته بود ...

+ نوشته شده در  سه شنبه پنجم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 5  توسط "بابک"   


اسیر شب

 

 

جغد بارون ‌خورده ای تو کوچه فریاد می‌زنه
زیر دیوار بلندی یه نفر جون می‌کنه
کی می‌دونه تو دل تاریک شب چی می‌گذره
پای برده‌های شب اسیر زنجیر غمه
دلم از تاریکی ‌ها خسته شده
همه‌ی درها به روم بسته شده
من اسیر سایه ‌های شب شدم
شب اسیر تور سرد آسمون
پا به پای سایه ‌ها باید برم
همه شب به شهر تاریک جنون
دلم از تاریکی ‌ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده
چراغ ستاره من رو به خاموشی می‌ره
بین مرگ و زندگی اسیر شدم باز دوباره
تاریکی با پنجه‌های سردش از راه می‌رسه
توی خاک سرد قلبم بذر کینه می‌کاره
دلم از تاریکی ‌ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده
مرغ شومی پشت دیوار دلم
خودشو این ور و اون ور می‌زنه
تو رگ های خسته‌ سرد تنم
ترس مردن داره پر پر می‌زنه
دلم از تاریکی ‌ها خسته شده
همه درها به روم بسته شده

 

شعر: تورج نگهبان

آهنگ محمد اوشال

 

+ نوشته شده در  یکشنبه سوم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 11  توسط "بابک"   


شبانه 2

 

 

يه شب مهتاب
ماه میا
د تو خواب
منو می‌بره
کوچه به کوچه
باغ انگوری
باغ آلوچه،
دره به دره
صحرا به صحرا،
اونجا که شبا پشت بيشه‌ها
يه پری میاد ترسون و لرزون
پاشو می‌ذاره تو آب چشمه
شونه ‌می‌کنه موی پريشون
يه شب مهتاب
ماه میاد تو خواب
منو می‌بره
ته اون دره
اونجا که شبا
يکه و تنها
تکدرخت بيد شاد و پراميد،
می‌کنه به ناز،دستشو دراز
که يه ستاره بچکه مثه،يه چيکه بارون
به جای ميوه‌اش،سر يه شاخه‌اش،بشه آويزون
يه شب مهتاب ماه میاد تو خواب
منو می‌بره از توی زندون
مثل شب‌پره با خودش بيرون،
می‌بره اونجا که شب سياه
تا دم سحر
شهيدای شهر
با فانوس خون جار می‌کشن
تو خيابونا سر ميدونا
عمو يادگار مرد کينه‌دار مستی يا هشيار خوابی يا بيدار
مستيم و هشيار شهيدای شهر
خوابيم و بيدار شهيدای شهر
آخرش يه شب ماه میاد بيرون
از سر اون کوه بالای دره
روی اين ميدون ماه میشه خندون
يه شب ماه میاد

 

شعر: احمد شاملو

آهنگ: اسفندیار منفردزاده

 

+ نوشته شده در  شنبه دوم اردیبهشت 1385ساعت 11  توسط "بابک"