What are you listening to?

the day is grim .. sadness of permanent loneliness ... while learning how to become a conscious egoist ... while learning how to endure conscious suffering ...


https://youtu.be/Sy2o6dzE9w8

"Alice"

When I am lost in heart ache
Shudder, shatter
The pale you
My one and only true love

Nicolo
Espiritu
This is the smoking gun
I really want to see

(Deceived me) You deceive me

(With you) Erase it I will not

(to stay) Finishing a halo (didn't he know alice?)

(I will plead) I will not excuse you

(alice, alice, alice, alice, alice)
would share,
(alice, alice, alice, alice, alice)
who shall
(alice, alice, alice, alice, alice)
replace
(alice, alice, alice, alice, alice)
You

When I am lost in heart ache
Shudder, shatter
The pale you
My one and only true love

Nicolo
Espiritu
This is the smoking gun
I really want to see

(pushing me) Look she fell
(with you) Right there on the floor
(so you) Finishing with her life
(not me) It hasn't even started


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Hello people kind! I will insert also "five cents" into this subject. Generally I listen to heavy music (death, black, thrash metal), heavy ;D heritage of youth. And so, I listen practically to everything, except a confused pop-music. In youth, besides, could listen to music day and night. Neighbors of course were dissatisfied as listened at a big loudness and ve-еry heavy groups. Several rather amusing cases are connected to it :). Once to me knocked the neighbor and complained that at it from a wall the carpet fell. And
when I the first time married and neighbors learned that I will live with the spouse in other place, they so were delighted that presented me a heap of gifts. It reminds me a plot from the second part Аce Ventura's when the main character left the temple of Buddhists. Here response of monks something reminded response of my neighbors. I understand that it looks funny now, and then to neighbors it was explicit not before laughter :D Now the younger generation suppresses in decibels, that clear business - doesn't touch me, and here it is a pity for grandmothers neighbors. Something like this.
 
Yuriy said:
Hello people kind! I will insert also "five cents" into this subject. Generally I listen to heavy music (death, black, thrash metal), heavy ;D heritage of youth. And so, I listen practically to everything, except a confused pop-music. In youth, besides, could listen to music day and night. Neighbors of course were dissatisfied as listened at a big loudness and ve-еry heavy groups. Several rather amusing cases are connected to it :). Once to me knocked the neighbor and complained that at it from a wall the carpet fell. And
when I the first time married and neighbors learned that I will live with the spouse in other place, they so were delighted that presented me a heap of gifts. It reminds me a plot from the second part Аce Ventura's when the main character left the temple of Buddhists. Here response of monks something reminded response of my neighbors. I understand that it looks funny now, and then to neighbors it was explicit not before laughter :D Now the younger generation suppresses in decibels, that clear business - doesn't touch me, and here it is a pity for grandmothers neighbors. Something like this.
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Well, hopefully now you stopped bothering your neighbors. ;) As for types of music we choose to listen to, don't know if you heard the C's mentioning "psychic hygiene", and how important it is to be aware about possible influences that can "come through" such styles of "music.
 
"Dle Yaman was written as a love song, but after the Genocide, the lyrics ‘I miss my beloved’ acquired a different meaning. ‘I miss my beloved’ not because he’s late from tending the sheep in the mountains. No, he was massacred." Isabel Bayrakdarian

"Dle Yaman" was one the thousands of ancient Armenian folksongs collected and preserved by Komitas Vardapet (1869-1935), a composer, musicologist and the founder of modern Armenian classic music. Komitas's life was spared through the intervention of a group of influential friends during the Armenian Genocide in 1915, but he lived to see everyone he loved to die in the Armenian Genocide. Komitas had never recovered from the emotional shock. He died in a psychiatric mental institute.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHbJ1MeTn2g



deep techno version
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byfm_OVzNAQ
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm4BrZjY_Sg

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la
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AzarHyun said:
"Dle Yaman was written as a love song, but after the Genocide, the lyrics ‘I miss my beloved’ acquired a different meaning. ‘I miss my beloved’ not because he’s late from tending the sheep in the mountains. No, he was massacred." Isabel Bayrakdarian

"Dle Yaman" was one the thousands of ancient Armenian folksongs collected and preserved by Komitas Vardapet (1869-1935), a composer, musicologist and the founder of modern Armenian classic music. Komitas's life was spared through the intervention of a group of influential friends during the Armenian Genocide in 1915, but he lived to see everyone he loved to die in the Armenian Genocide. Komitas had never recovered from the emotional shock. He died in a psychiatric mental institute.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHbJ1MeTn2g



deep techno version
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byfm_OVzNAQ
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It's a hauntingly beautiful song and the singer's voice is beautiful too. I found the english translation:

Dle Yaman (Դլե յաման)

OriginalTransliteration
Դլե յաման
Գյամին էկավ կրակի պես,
Վա՜յ, դլե յաման,
Էկավ, հասավ չուր ծովու կես,
Յաման, յաման:

Դլե յաման,
Մեր տուն, ձեր տուն իրար դիմաց,
Վա՜յ, դլե յաման,
Հերիք անես աչքով իմաց (originally it is Մենք սիրեցինք առանց իմաց, menk siretsink arants imats)
Յաման, յաման:

Դլե յաման,
Արև դիպավ Մասիս սարին,
Վա՜յ, դլե յաման,
Կարոտ մնացի ես իմ յարին,
Յաման, յաման:

Submitted by Mesrop1993 on Sun, 19/01/2014 - 10:25

English translation
Dle Yaman

Dle yaman, the wind blew like fire
vay dle yaman, blew to the half of the see
yaman, yaman...

Dle yaman, your ad my houses are in front of each other
Vay dle yaman, Don't wink any more (originally it is "menk siretsink arants imats", "we loved each outher without knowing")

Dle yaman, the Sun touched the mount. Masis,
Vay dle yaman, I miss my lover,
Yaman, yaman
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Another video version here includes the flute player (I really like the instrument's sound) _https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBWAHfSrX8I

Thanks for sharing, AzarHyun.
 
AzarHyun said:
"Dle Yaman was written as a love song, but after the Genocide, the lyrics ‘I miss my beloved’ acquired a different meaning. ‘I miss my beloved’ not because he’s late from tending the sheep in the mountains. No, he was massacred." Isabel Bayrakdarian

"Dle Yaman" was one the thousands of ancient Armenian folksongs collected and preserved by Komitas Vardapet (1869-1935), a composer, musicologist and the founder of modern Armenian classic music. Komitas's life was spared through the intervention of a group of influential friends during the Armenian Genocide in 1915, but he lived to see everyone he loved to die in the Armenian Genocide. Komitas had never recovered from the emotional shock. He died in a psychiatric mental institute.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHbJ1MeTn2g
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There is also a version with a duduk quartet (I second Goyacobol, as I too like the sounds of these flutes) of this harrowing song, by Isabel Bayrakdarian:


https://youtu.be/lAfZZyWUFZQ
 
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