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| س و ج | قائمة الأعضاء | الروزناما | العاب و تسالي | بحبشة و نكوشة | مواضيع اليوم | أشرلي عالشغلات يلي قريانينها |
أخوية سوريا: تجمع شبابي سوري (ثقافي، فكري، اجتماعي) بإطار حراك مجتمع مدني - ينشط في دعم الحرية المدنية، التعددية الديمقراطية، والتوعية بما نسميه الحد الأدنى من المسؤولية العامة.
نحو عقد اجتماعي صحي سليم، به من الأكسجن ما يكف لجميع المواطنين والقاطنين.
أخذ مكانه في 2003 و توقف قسراً نهاية 2009 - النسخة الحالية هنا هي ارشيفية للتصفح فقط |
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Let There Be More Light
Let There Be More Light Far, far, far away - way People heard him say - say I will find a way - way There will come a day - day Something will be done. Then at last the mighty ship Descending on a point of flame Made contact with the human race And melted hearts. Now, now, now is the time - time Time to be - be - be aware Carter's father saw him there and made contact with the human race at Mildenhall. Knew the Rhull revealed to him the glowing soul of Heremond the Wake. Oh, my, something in my eye - eye Something in the sky - sky Waiting there for me The outer rope rolls early back The service men were heard to sigh For there revealed in glowing robes Was Lucy in the sky Oh - oh - did you ever know - know Never ever will they I cannot say Something in his cosmic art And glowing slightly from his toes The psychic and the nations fly
J.S: Death is the solution to all problems. No man = No problem.
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Remember a Day
Remember a Day Remember a day before today A day when you were young. Free to play alone with time Evening never came. Sing a song that can't be sung Without the morning's kiss Queen - you shall be it if you wish Look for your king Why can't we play today Why can't we stay that way Climb your favorite apple tree Try to catch the sun Hide from your little brother's gun Dream yourself away Why can't we reach the sun Why can't we blow the years away Blow away Blow away Remember Remember |
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Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun Little by little the night turns around. Counting the leaves which tremble and turn. Lotus's lean on each other in union. Over the hills where a swallow is resting. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. Over the mountain watching the watcher. Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine. Morning to birth is born into shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun. Who is the man who arrives at the wall? Making the shape of his questions at asking. Thinking the sun will fall in the evening. Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun. The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun. |
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Corporal Clegg
Corporal Clegg Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg He won it in the war, in 1944. Corporal Clegg had a medal too In orange, red, and blue He found it in the zoo. Dear, dear were they really sad for me? Dear, dear will they really laugh at me? Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him. Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin. Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain He's never been the same No one is to blame Corporal Clegg recieved his medal in a dream From Her Majesty the queen His boots were very clean. Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin. |
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A Saucerful of Secrets
A Saucerful of Secrets Instrumental يعني مافي كلمات  |
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See-Saw
See-Saw Marigolds are very much in love, but he doesn't mind Picking up his sister, he makes his way into the seas or land All the way she smiles She goes up while he goes down, down Sits on a stick in the river Laughter in his sleep Sister's throwing stones, hoping for a hit He doesn't know so then She goes up while he goes down, down Another time, another day A brother's way to leave Another time, another day She'll be selling plastic flowers on a Sunday afternoon Picking up weeds, she hasn't got the time to care All can see he's not there She grows up for another man, and he's down Another time, another day A brother's way to leave Another time, another day Another time, another day A brother's way to leave |
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Jugband Blues
Jugband Blues It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear That I'm not here. And I never knew we could be so thick And I never knew we could be so blue And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes And brought me here instead dressed in red And I'm wondering who could be writing this song. I don't care if the sun don't shine And I don't care if nothing is mine And I don't care if I'm nervous with you I'll do my loving in the winter. And the sea isn't green And I love the queen And what exactly is a dream And what exactly is a joke ============================== و هيك منكون خلصنا الألبوم التاني ....و رح نكفي طبعا مع باقي الألبومات بس أنتو حزرو شو تعملو ترقبواااااااااااااااااااا اااااا |
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More
A film soundtrack for the movie More (directed by Barbet Schroder). Pink Floyd does all the music for this movie. This is a non-traditional Floyd album, although it is a soundtrack, the tracks are much shorter, and less instrumental. Many of the songs are good, but almost to short to really enjoy. The best track on this album is Cymbaline, an upbeat party song. طيب هلأ منكون وصلنا لتالت ألبوم للبينك فلويد و هو عبارة عن موسيقة فيلم متل ما مكتوب فوق .. More -1969 و بضم الألبوم المقطوعات و الأغاني التالية : Cirrus Minor The Nile Song Crying Song Up the Kyber Green is the Colour Cymbaline Party Sequence Main Theme Ibaza Bar More Blues Quicksilver A Spanish Piece Dramatic Theme و منتابع مع الأغاني و الكلمات * نيرفانا شكرا ..كلك زوق  |
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Cirrus Minor
Cirrus Minor In a churchyard by a river, Lazing in the haze of midday, Laughing in the grasses and the graze. Yellow bird, you are alone in singing and in flying on, In and in leaving. Willow weeping in the water, Waving to the river daughters, Swaying in the ripples and the reeds. On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the sun A thousand miles of moonlight later. |
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The Nile Song
The Nile Song I was standing by the Nile Whe I saw the lady smile. I would take her out for a while, For a while. Light tears wept like a child. How her golden hair was blowing wild. Then she spread her wings to fly, For to fly. Soaring high above the breezes, Going always where she pleases. She will make it to the island in the sun. I will follw in her shadow As I watch her from my window. One day I will catch her eye. She is calling from the deep, Summoning my soul to endless sleep. She is bound to drag me down, Drag me down. |
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Crying Song
Crying Song We smile and smile We smile and smile Laughter echoes in your eyes We climb and climb We climb and climb Footfall softly in the pines We cry and cry We cry and cry Sadness passes in a while We role and role We role and role Help me role away the stone |
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Up the Khyber
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Green is the Colour
Green is the Colour Heavy hung the canopy of blue Shade my eyes and I can see you White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore She lay in the shadow of the wave Hazy were the visions of her playing Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine beat her blind everytime Green is the colour of her kind Quickness of the eye deceives the mind Many is the bond between the hopefull and the damned |
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Cymbaline
Cymbaline The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final cuplet rhyme And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me Butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in there's no where you can hide Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone Selling colored photographs to magazines back home And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me |
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21/08/2006
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Party Sequence
Party Sequence Instrumental |
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Main Theme
Main Theme Instrumental |
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Ibiza Bar
Ibiza Bar I'm so afraid of mistakes that I made Taking every time that I wake I feel like a hard-boiled butter man So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind Are days are made since the first page I've lived every line that you wrote Take me down, take me down, from the shelf above your head So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind And if I live on the shelf like the rest And if love bleeds like a sad song Please pick-up your camera and use me again So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind Yea |
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