What song are you listening to?

the dream team jam - Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Rolling Stones




OMG where has this gear been hiding? Just when you think you know shite someone comes along and slaps you in the buttface with some new kind of shite. That Red House is great I want more, I’m going again. Thanks very much IBWT for sharing that.
 
seem's like you sure like your music.happyface
Aside from Classical music (each type/era), Swing (Jazz & Blues) was the main style of music I'd listened to for a significant part of my life. So I happen to feel highly drawn to RNB and Hip-hop - especially with the infusion of Soul in a lot of contemporary music.
My favourite genres when I was younger were actually Rock, Alternative Rock and Metal. Now it's basically any dance track 😂 love 70s, 80s and 90s Music though. Find it's all pretty enjoyable.
 
Aside from Classical music (each type/era), Swing (Jazz & Blues) was the main style of music I'd listened to for a significant part of my life. So I happen to feel highly drawn to RNB and Hip-hop - especially with the infusion of Soul in a lot of contemporary music.
My favourite genres when I was younger were actually Rock, Alternative Rock and Metal. Now it's basically any dance track 😂 love 70s, 80s and 90s Music though. Find it's all pretty enjoyable
No country? 😁

 
famous Persian mystics/scholars/philosophers/poets of 13th century: Amir Khusrau, Rumi
Shujaat Husain Khan - sitar, vocal; Kayhan Kalhor - kamacha, Sandeep Das - tabla

1. Rhymed Translation by Jones, 1772​

1. Hear, how yon reed in sadly pleasing tales ***
Departed bliss and present woe bewails!

2. 'With me, from native banks untimely torn, ***
Love-warbling youths and soft-ey'd virgins mourn.

3. O! Let the heart, by fatal absence rent, ***
Feel what I sing, and bleed when I lament:

4. Who roams in exile from his parent bow'r, ***
Pants to return, and chides each ling'ring hour.

5. My notes, in circles of the grave and gay, ***
Have, hail'd the rising, cheer'd the closing day:

6. Each in my fond affections claim'd a part,***
But none discern'd the secret of my heart.

7. What though my strains and sorrows flow combin'd!***
Yet ears are slow, and carnal eyes are blind.

8. Free through each mortal form the spirits roll, ***
But sight avails not. Can we see the soul?

9. Such notes breath'd gently from yon vocal frame: ***
Breath'd said I? no; 'twas all enliv'ning flame.

10. 'Tis love, that fills the reed with warmth divine; ***
'Tis love, that sparkles in the racy wine.

11. Me, plaintive wand'rer from my peerless maid, ***
The reed has fir'd, and all my soul betray'd

12. He gives the bane, and he with balsam cures; ***
Afflicts, yet soothes; impassions, yet allures.

13. Delightful pangs his am'rous tales prolong; ***
And Laili's frantick lover lives in song.

14. Not he, who reasons best, this wisdom knows: ***
Ears only drink what rapt'rous tongues disclose.

A. Nor fruitless deem the reed's heart-piercing pain: ***
See sweetness dropping from the parted cane.

15. Alternate hope and fear my days divide: ***
I courted Grief, and Anguish was my bride.

16. Flow on, sad stream of life! I smile secure:
Thou livest! Thou, the purest of the pure!

19. Rise vig'rous youth! be free; be nobly bold: ***
Shall chains confine you, thou they blaze with gold?

20. Go; to your vase the gather'd main convey: ***
What were your secrets? The pittance of a day!

21. New plans for wealth your fancies would invent; ***
Yet shells, to nourish pearls, must lie content.

22. The man, whose robe love's purple arrows rend ***
Bids av'rice rest, and toils tumultuous end.

23. Hail, heav'nly love! true source of endless gains! ***
Thy balm restores me, and thy skill sustains.

24. Oh, more than Galen learn'd, than Plato wise! ***
My guide, my law, my joy supreme arise!

25. Love warms this frigid clay with mystik fire, ***
And dancing mountains leap with young desire.

17. Blest is the soul, that swims in seas of love, ***
And long the love sustain'd by food above.

18. With forms imperfectly can perfection dwell? ***
Here pause, my song; and thou, vain world, farewell.


 
Wolfmother, short life span due to the singing being a knob I heard?
I seen them live with Mrs BF and a couple of mates after their first album.



 
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