This is You

 

با اداي احترام به نويسنده محترم وبلاگ "پشت در پاييز" مطلب زير جاي گزين پست قبلي تحت عنوان "هر آن چه شما در باره سكس مي خواهيد بدانيد!" مي شود.

با اميد به زدودن كدورت هاي احتمالي

 

 

 

This is you.

                  

Eyes closed,

out in the rain.

                  

You never thought you'd be doing

something like this.

                  

You never saw yourself as,

                  

l don't know

how you'd describe it, as...

                  

like one of those people

                  

who like looking up at the moon,

                  

or who spend hours gazing at

the waves or the sunset or...

 

l guess you know what kind of people

l'm talking about

                  

Maybe you don't

                  

Anyway, you kinda you kinda

like it being like this,

 

                   

fighting the cold

                  

and feeling the water seep

through your shirt

 

and getting through to your skin.

                  

And the feel of the ground

 

growing soft beneath your feet

 

and the smell.

 

And the sound of the rain

hitting the leaves.

 

All the things they talk about

in the books that you haven't read.

 

This is you.

 

Who would have guessed it?.

 

You.

 

 

                  

Lesson  .

 

 

 

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l guess by the time you get this tape

you'll know that l'm dead

and, well, all that...

Maybe you're angry with me,

or hurt or sad or upset

or maybe you're all of it together.

l just want you to know

that l fell in love with you.

l didn't dare tell you 'cause

l thought you kind of knew,

and l didn't realize

l had so little time.

Actually, time is the one thing

l haven't had enough of recently.

Life is so much better

than you think, my love.

l know, because

you managed to fall in love with me

even though you saw,

what was it,

you said ten per cent?.

Five maybe?

Maybe if you'd seen it all,

you wouldn't have liked me.

Or you would have liked me

in spite of everything.

l guess we'll never know.

Oh, and one last thing... Lee,

for God's sake

just paint your walls

and buy some furniture.

Alright? l don't want

the next woman you take home

to get the wrong idea about you

 

   

                  

and run off before she gets

a chance to know you.

Not everyone's as crazy

as l am.

   

                  

l loved dancing with you.

 

Losing My Religion

      

                 

 Life is bigger

 It’s bigger than you

 And you are not me

 The lengths that I will go to

 The distance in your eyes

 Oh no I’ve said too much

 I set it up

 

 That’s me in the corner

 That’s me in the spotlight

 Losing my religion

 Trying to keep up with you

 And I don’t know if I can do it

 Oh no I’ve said too much

 I haven’t 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 i’m

 Choosing my confessions

 Trying to keep an eye on you

 Like a hurt lost and blinded fool

 Oh no I’ve 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 I’ve 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

 

**R.E.M