Singles

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Singles

Hadi Pakzad

10 tracks · 20 minutes

Hadi Pakzad's singles: ten songs, including Apple, Winter and We're Falling (ft. Masih Gharavi).

Apple: Lyrics: Farhad Sheibani
Winter: Lyrics: Saeed Dabiri

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  1. 1

    Apple

    Lyrics

    I want some of that blue sky I want some of those moonlit nights my heart cut loose from bad memories I want some of that old restlessness I want to give a bunch of flowers to the water to give my wishes to a bubble to pick an apple from the branch of longing toss it up to the sky and swing it O flower, O wild mint, spring of my heart a desert, a field of tulips, my heart Like a bunch of acacia flowers it opens up my heart, come, come you go off behind the grass and disappear and I'm left with the acacia flowers Lyrics: Farhad Sheibani

  2. 2

    Blue Dream

    Lyrics

    The flower of the blue dream waits for the traveler a stranger sits watching the road for a passerby softly, softly singing love poems dusk has come but his eyes stay full of tears His lonely heart is broken, his pains full of silence he's reached the end of the road, how hopeless his eyes If only, traveler, the journey could last till Judgment Day if only there were a better world to stay for In the moonlight there was still an honest color that stranger's story was a familiar story An old pain still lingers in my chest it has sung all its sorrows into the ears of the clouds two clusters of lone stars from the dim sky which on cloudy nights it doesn't even have That night in the rain no one saw him distraught the traveler is me, gone into the tales of Iran

  3. 3

    Green Ribbon

    4:13
    Lyrics

    O green apple from paradise, messenger of light from dawn from afar we stare at you, from afar with wet eyes from amid the fog and the void, with the quick beat of a pulse restless for a new scent, aching for a green apple Speak, say a word, O apple, from our windows show us a green garden from our windows our red petals that rained down on the ground gather them up and tend them, the hail has hurt them See, a thousand and one green ribbons are a chain to hold you, full of pride, in their arms at the summit O green apple from paradise, O messenger of the scent of musk from afar we call to you, from afar with parched lips You're not one alone, see, a thousand and one people the heart of green hearts, one thought, one wet eye O green apple from paradise, messenger of the scent of dew today we call to you, today with grieving hearts in your eyes a smile from a kind old sage on your smile a melody, a heavenly voice The good name of the commander of the thirsty is upon you here his invocations are with you, a hero like Hossein

  4. 4

    Kabala

    2:28
    Lyrics

    My imagined, hypothetical lover won't settle for the middle ground not that she's unlike you, no, she just can't be you The smell of your clothes creeps a little over the bed's body but it won't sprawl in my arms the way your scent itself did Sleep is turned upside down, I go from night into morning the hour is morning's old one, but no night ever turns new You plowed the field, my heart came up out of the water torment and waiting, but harvest time never comes The tea we used to drink made us number no pill I take makes me stagger like that Whatever's left of you, I won't give back to anyone nothing that could be pawned is worth what you took from my body Your promiscuous music, forced into my solitude there's no godforsaken hole where it isn't ordered: listen In every crowd I go to, there's no makeshift brothel where your pictures don't easily end up on the menu One was a heart and one an oath, your math was wrong, but what kind of one is this, that with that one doesn't add up to two The chain of my return, the one whose sperm limps can't go back to before, nor can it go forward Over the years I spent sowing wheat I learned that for the sated, water doesn't turn to beer People think I'm talking about love Kabala: at my most complete, the world doesn't turn into Lego

  5. 5

    My Evolution

    4:10
    Lyrics

    That house was dark, and by chance I saw through the crack of the door, you in bed with a crow it had filthy feathers and stubby legs it was busy with you, doing dark things I stormed out and saw the city in total darkness a man who'd been hanged, swaying in the wind dogs' carcasses in front of the houses' doors the enemy's hit the city, how savage can it be Me, and a sorrow swallowed down with spit you, and the gathering of little girls in that room you, and the hands behind the curtains at work me, my thirty-two, thirty-three-year-old mind that still has lessons to learn You, the most vulgar living painting of a man the most senseless excuse history ever made for a pain You'd give a bed for the night to any animal you'd get anyone hard-hooked on you you'd give pure pleasure to anyone heartless with your voice you'd get anyone used to sleep You'd give all this time to any sucker you'd give a place and a bed to anyone ruthless you'd love someone any which way and bewitch a heart with any spell You, down to the spiraling, deadly depths of this friendship me, to the surface of a palm, skin contact Me, and a wish thrown out by your short patience me, and the cunning look of your fox eyes Beside me you're alone with my clinical thoughts for a few days I'm your practice happiness you're there for dodging my Darwinian evolution are you more than one person, or am I seeing double You're the most vulgar part of my own Hamoun you're the wound on my lip from my own teeth As soon as you fall asleep on these earthly legs of mine I'm the loneliest dream you won't see till morning the parallel salty damp around my nose you stare at my mysterious dopamine behavior with the fear, from the way you sit with me, that you'll leave soon I'm restless in my phenylethylamine world with my dark life, a Berlin scientist with my short-lived decisions and my inner changes

  6. 6

    Revenge Machine

    4:53
    Lyrics

    You think becoming an asshole was easy you think this had happened from the start it takes time to get ready, to break down and get simple to go numb and will-less for heart surgery A childhood played with, a psyche pawed over it took pain, passing hand to hand, to be emptied of all delicacy it's hard work to turn cold, stay in the shadows, get cast out it takes teamwork, everyone not seeing you, for you to turn yellow To get tired of being a fruit, you think it's easy to become someone furious and silent who designs betrayal A revenge machine busy with wounds once it gets to revenge, what time is there to rest Human vibrations condensing into matter don't breathe, or the sob might climb out of your throat Advanced loneliness, all the way to emotional independence inner revolution, obsessive revenge a kill list of wishes to go over before sleep feeling proud of cutting off your own flesh and blood A revenge machine busy with wounds at night it reaches the stars, what time is there to rest They make a monster of you to make you believable it takes teamwork to become a civilian bomb you think it's easy to be wasted dose by dose night's the time to rest, so by morning you're full of danger

  7. 7

    Smile

    Lyrics

    A sky full of smiling flowers, offered to one look of yours this tender, lonely heart would die for your moonlit face What sky are you from, that you speak God's language I pray you'll come and stay beside me forever You're the flame of my heart's city, the sweet candle of my gathering you stand on the summit, I'm down on the ground, stuck in the mud You're the pure soul of my body, may your shadow never leave me I don't want to go on without you, that's my last word A garden of light in your eyes glimmers from far away let the world belong to whoever wants it, your eyes are mine With all the joys there are, you're leaving, I know it well fine, go, but without you, how am I supposed to stay alive The stars of the sky, all the flowers of the earth none of it is worth a single smile of yours, my sweet

  8. 8

    Still

    Lyrics

    Still, your eyes are like starry nights still, seeing you is like a second life to me still, when you laugh my heart trembles with joy still, sitting with you is worth the whole world But alas, it's too late to want you but alas, not wanting you won't let my heart rest When a flower in the corner of your porch withered and fell a grief-stricken dewdrop hung from the corner of my eyes The distance between you and me is the distance between a garden and the gaze the distance between you and me is the distance between a fish and the sea

  9. 9

    Winter

    Lyrics

    Winter, the garden's naked body like a desert the trees barefoot in the rain You don't know, you who were never in love how bitter a flower's death is for the vase Flower and vase, so many nights they sat for no reason telling each other love stories How bitter, how bitter, the vase's heart has to stay alone like me, sitting without you in the winter rain Winter's pretty for you, from behind the glass for you, winters are always spring You don't have a winter like mine a winter that's a moment of waiting you've never seen an empty vase sitting on the porch you've got paper flowers in your vase You were never in love, to see the bitterness of the days apart like me, sitting without you, dreaming of release Lyrics: Saeed Dabiri

  10. 10

    We're Falling (ft. Masih Gharavi)

    4:16
    Lyrics

    I'm rotting, so why am I laughing I'm burning, why do I sew my lips shut we can see it, so why are we just sitting we didn't give up on each other, but we came back too late This darkness makes my heart so heavy my heart aches hard, sleep, heavy thoughts we sleep on stone, and how cold the stone is our bed was warm, this difference is the pain A fruit on this side, a man on that side a spring, but the fruit gave out, crushed by some god I cling to your body to know you're there you don't get it, no, you're drunk every night Hair down to the neck, the scent of perfume, feeling shoulders down to the wrists, the palms are cold We're dying, how are we so sick of each other we're falling, if only we'd told each other we're being thrown off, we're turning into a scene to bet on we're decaying, but we don't kiss