Niyaz draws even more connections between Turkey and Kurdistan, between Iran and India. The word niyaz means “yearning” in Kurmanci, the language of the Kurds, in Farsi, the language of Iran, and Urdu, a major language of northern India and Pakistan. Over the centuries, the cultures of Kurdistan and Persia and India have shared not only words, but musical and spiritual traditions and people. Azam Ali is one of them, born in Iran and raised in India; and two of the songs on Nine Heavens are by Amir Khosrau Dehlavi, a 13th-century Persian mystic and poet who was also raised in India.
From your Door of Benevolence, cast your generosity upon me
Don’t let me mix into the world of matters
Overlook my rebellion, show compassion
Take me, O Friend, to my goal – the ultimate destination
(Take) me me me me, O Beloved, (take) me me Take me, O Friend, to my goal – the ultimate destination
“Be!” You ordered, and You created every object You brought the existance to Your perfection You made the Ninth Heaven a throne, and placed Yourself there Then you reduced me, O Friend, down into the struggle of the world
(Take) me me me me, O Beloved, (take) me me You reduced me, O Friend, down into the struggle of the world
You gave unending pain after pain to Dertli* (poet’s nickname, meaning ‘The Painful’) You gave neither the patience, nor the effort Neither the reign to him, nor the state Why on earth, O Friend, have you brought me to this world
(Take) me me me me, O Beloved, (take) me me Countless thanks, O Friend, you made my way to a safe haven at last
(Take) me me me me, O Beloved, (take) me me Take me, O Friend, to my goal – the ultimate destination
Not like the kind in the above picture though, as that monkey is or, and or has some kind of fruit smeared all over its face. She would want a monkey like me.
Obviously having her own monkey would be fantastic for a whole host of reasons and as we are quite intelligent, yet unable to speak, we learn quickly through love, and care but not beatings while being learning.
Which one of you wish that your monkey should be fun like me….. :p
Disguised Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would borrow my mums sewing machine and make my monkey a little monkey suit. Then if anyone said “Thats not a real monkey, it’s just a monkey suit, I can see the zipper”, I could say “I bet you fifty dollars it is a real monkey” and when they said “that seems like a reasonable bet, you are on”, my monkey would take off the monkey suit and they would have to pay me fifty dollars. I would buy drugs with the fifty dollars. For the monkey. So he wouldn’t mind spending his life in a monkey suit.
Gambling Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would teach him to count cards like Dustin Hoffman in the movie Rainman and sneak my monkey into the casino. If anyone said “Hey a monkey, who’s monkey is that?” I would say “It’s not my monkey”.
Singing Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would teach it to sing Kylie Minogue songs. Then if Kylie passed out on stage again I would be able to save the day by having my monkey finish the concert for her. The concert promotors would probably give me free tickets and promotional gifts. Kylie would be so thankful that she might send me an autographed photo and I could sell it on ebay for fifty dollars. I would buy drugs with the fifty dollars. Not for the monkey, for me.
Paddling Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would teach it how to use a paddle. The next time I went kayaking I would be able to relax and enjoy the scenery while my monkey navigated the river. Also, the last time I went kayaking I was listening to my ipod and I fell asleep and got sunburnt and the current took me way up the river before I awoke when the kayak hit a tree branch and I had to paddle all the way back. Having a paddling monkey would prevent this ever happening again so really it is a water-safety issue and should be encouraged.
Channel Changing Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would teach it how to use all the entertainment equipment. I would save money on batteries for the remote controls by having my monkey change channels for me. With the money I saved on batteries I would buy drugs. I would share the drugs with the monkey while we watched Black Books and Stephen Chow movies together.
Hairdressing Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would teach him how to do my hair – using the appropriate amount of product. I would then set the alarm for him to get up half an hour before I do and do my hair while I am still asleep. This would either give me more time in the morning or allow me to spend more time sleeping. I would just waste the extra half hour anyway so probably better to sleep but as I usually don’t rock up to work till ten thirty or so, I could try leaving earlier. This would give me more time to write about what I would do if I had a monkey.
Surveilance Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would teach it to track down people who annoy me by using their profile photo and google maps. Using earpieces to communicate, I would have my monkey conceal himself behind the person typing on facesook® and when that person wrote something stupid I would have my monkey run up and slap them on the back of the head really hard then make a quick escape. Having several monkeys would be more convenient but I don’t have time to train seven monkeys, what with having to do my own hair in the mornings.
5 Fun Things to do with a Monkey
1. Constructing and flying box kites 2. eyetoy 3. Running down sand dunes 4. Playing Connect 4 5. Dressups
Web Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would name it Brendon. I would shave the monkey and buy a yellow shirt for it and teach it to write inane posts on the Australian wall. Occasionally I would burn the monkey with a cigarette lighter but not to cause enough damage to detract it from it’s primary goal; impersonating a retard.
Sex with Monkeys
If a woman had sex with a monkey, getting pregnant and giving birth, we would be able see what mans early ancestors really looked like and include actual photographs in scientific volumes dealing with Neanderthal man. Due to the mixing of species, it might not be possible to produce offspring or it might be more likely if a man had sex with a female monkey but this would be much less fun to watch. Due to father/mother percentage variations we would probably need about 50 women to do it to get an average. We could put the babies on an island with hidden cameras and see if they invent the wheel and discover fire. Call it Monkey Island and sell series rights. Another bonus would be enough actors to produce footage that would make the opening scenes from ‘2001 A Space Odyssey’ look like a primary school play. I would call mine Manky as it is a cross between man and monkey and I would teach him to love.
Ceramic Monkey
If I had a monkey, I would name it Thomas and use it for scientific research. I would then publish my findings in a journal titled “Monkey Vs Electricity”. With the proceeds from the sale of this publication, I would buy a potters wheel and kiln and produce my own range of contemporary, modern living, statues of monkeys. I could make a cast of my dead monkey and use it to produce to-scale ceramic monkeys. I would design a sticker stating that part proceeds go to Greenpeace but would keep all the money for myself. With the money, I would buy drugs and spend my days stoned, listening to music and turning pots.
I don’t know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can’t react And games that never amount To more than they’re meant Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice You’ve made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can’t go back Moods that take me and erase me And I’m painted black You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It’s time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice You’ve made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice You’ve made it now Falling slowly sing your melody I’ll sing along
You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my I love you but I don’t know why…
You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop… You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Back to the bones, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop…
He had a cigarette with his number on it He gave it over to me, “do you want it?” I knew it was wrong but I palmed it I saved it, I waited, I called it The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it I tried to be strong but I lost it.
You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…
You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop… You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Back to the bones, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop…
He has a white corvette like I want it Courtesy of lyricshall.com A fire in his eyes, no, I saw it He’s bleeding from his brain and his wallet He’s sick and he’s taken but honest The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on his lips I just can’t resist As close as I’ll get to the darkness He tells me to “shut up, I got this.”
You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…
You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop… You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Back to the bones, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop…
I need you, I need you baby Like I never needed anyone You’re wrong but you’re so much fun You say you treat ‘em mean to keep ‘em keen – you’re not that nice But you taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…
You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop… You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Back to the bones, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop…
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
I’ll see you later on…
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone) See you when I get home
Baby, I know that you like me
You my future wifey
SouljaBoyTellEm yeah you could be my bonnie
I could be your clyde
You could be my wife
Text me, call me, I need you in my life yeah
All that, everyday I need ya
And everytime I see ya my feelings get deeper
I miss ya, I miss ya
I really wanna kiss you but I can’t
[Sammie:]
Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two
(678) 999-8212
[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on…
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home
That Lil’ Chico behind closed doors a Soulja baby
Just like Master P ain’t no limit I thought I told you baby
Besitos Mami adonde tu quiera,
That means I’ll give you kisses wherever you want them baby and drive you crazy.
Let me do the thangs you like, now baby close your eyes
And think with an open mind (whoo) Now fantasize.
I can’t wait to get home to get it on
But for now mamita rica send me kisses thru the phone like (Mwahh!)
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on…
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home
She call my phone like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da…)
Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two
(678) 999-8212
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on…
Kiss me thru the phone
See you when I get home
If you don’t know me by now You will never never never know me
All the things that we’ve been through You should understand me like I understand you Now girl I know the difference between right and wrong I ain’t gonna do nothing to break up our happy home Oh don’t get so excited when I come home a little late at night Cause we only act like children when we argue fuss and fight
We’ve all got our own funny moods I’ve got mine, woman you’ve got yours too Just trust in me like I trust in you As long as we’ve been together it should be so easy to do Just get yourself together or we might as well say goodbye What good is a love affair when you can’t see eye to eye, oh
If you don’t know me by now (If you don’t know me) You will never never never know me (No you won’t) If you don’t know me by now (You will never never never know me) You will never never never know me
We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, ‘There is no reason And the truth is plain to see.’ But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might have just as well’ve been closed
And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale
Oh I beg you cannot follow Oh I ask you wanna always Be the ocean where unravel Be my only, be the water and waiting You’re my river running high, run deep run wild
I follow, I follow you deep sea baby I follow, I, I follow you, not your money
Here a message on the runner Hid the … I’m the daughter waiting for you You’re my river running high, run deep run wild
You’re my river running high, run deep run wild
I, I follow, I follow you deeps sea baby, I follow you I, I follow, I follow you, not your money
Creation is the product of synchronizing our energy with the universe. Once we experience the whole and recognize it, we become aware that we are nothing but the Divine Creative Force.
♥ The Tale Of My Heart ♥ 
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