I don' know whether it was a result due to the law of attraction (the Secret) or just a simple coincidence that happened in ma life.

As a kid, I just can remember I was in love with English language and among all the names I really liked "Alex". Just every night before sleeping I used to dream that I could speak English fluently, every body called me Alex; I was prominent and famous in teaching different languages. Several years passed and I totally forgot those childish, ridiculous dreams. Having become elder, I took English courses…going through the time, I got a bad habit which I was famous of in the institute, and that was: chewing gum for hours. Once I was in of the classes that suddenly my teacher asked "Didn't u really get sick of chewing gum for this long?! -.-" I was just gaping at his face and all of a sudden one of the classmates said "Hey! He's Sir Alex Ferguson!!!!!!!!!!!" Just everybody burst out laughing and even teachers got used to calling me in this way. That was just great…but the point was: I really didn't recall and noticed my dream that how I was obsessed with!!!! I was the top student of classes, could speak English somehow* fluently…………….However yet I'm not a teacher to get the third one! I mean getting famous for teaching in a specific method for different languages; who can tell?! I may be so in the future!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haha…
Several years have passed since that time but I remembered that right today! Actually, to me, that was the exact example of attaining sth through mind power in a way that The Secret explains. In fact I couldn’t believe and used to call it as sth like superstition, fallacy, whatever u name it but suddenly I wondered "Hey! U've got an experience over that but yet denying it?!" However that's still confusing for me how to deal with it…going through other memories, I can say, I've only got one thing and that’s "The more obsessed and sensitive u of sth, the further it will be"

P.s: To the reader who knows and is familiar with this issue: Plz give some tips and tell me one of ur experiences…Thanx!

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He lays the needle on the vene
pleases the music inside
between throut and underarm
the melody drives in the bones+

lust ... lust ... lust
lust ... lust ... lust

He has closed his eyes
in his blood there is a battle
an army marches through his gut
his bowels going to get warm

lust ... lust ... lust
lust ... lust ... lust
lust ... lust ... lust
lust ... lust ... lust

nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing stays for you
... for ever

nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing stays for you
... for ever

He get´s the needle off the vene
the melody breaks out the skin
violins burn with screaming
harps cut in to the flesh

He open his eyes
but he don´t weak up

nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing stays for you
... for ever

nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing stays for you
... for ever

 Heavy E-guitar!
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Come with me
Into the trees
We’ll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let’s get away
Just for one day

Let me see you stripped
Let me see you stripped

Metropolis
Has nothing but this
You breath in the fumes
I taste what we kiss

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything’s ours
For a few hours

Let me see you stripped
Let me see you stripped
Let me hear you make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking
Just for me

Let me see you stripped
Let me see you stripped
Let me hear you make make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking
Just for me

Let me see you stripped
Let me see you stripped
Let me see you stripped
Let me see you stripped

The song talks about a girl who sees a rose on the top of a mountain, she asks her boyfriend (“loved one” in the song) to go up after it and to bring it to her. He climbs the mountain and sees the landscape below, but he is not interested in it due to his love to the girl. Eventually a rock breaks under his boot and he falls, and dies.

"She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever she wants she gets"

This is just showing that how some lovers are slaves to their silly beloveds, the girls who are tooooooooooooooooo...

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A girl saw a little rose
It bloomed there in bright heights
She asked her sweetheart
if he could fetch it for her

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still

The boy climbs the mountain in torment
He doesn't really care about the view
Only the little rose is on his mind
He brings it to his sweetheart

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still

At his boots, a stone breaks
Doesn't want to be on the cliff anymore
And a scream lets everyone know
Both are falling to the ground

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still

WOW! Such an imposing voice!

If you walk through the streets
should you be quiet
If you do what you dream of
should you be quiet
If you see what you believe in
should you be quiet
If you say what you think
should you be quiet

If you feel that you live
should you be quiet
If you kiss what you love
should you be quiet
If you know who you are
should you be quiet
If you feel that you are different
then you must shout louder

Freedom
I don't want to be quiet
Freedom
I want to shout even louder
Freedom
I don't want to be quiet
Freedom
I want to shout even louder

If you know what you want
should you be quiet
If you see what you hate
should you be quiet
If you feel that you hope
should you be quiet
If you feel that you are different
then you must shout louder

Freedom...

If I feel that I'm dying
then I want to be quiet
If I feel that I'm living
then I want to shout louder

Freedom

I have been in heat for a few days
So I'll go and hunt a female deer*
And until the morning I will sit there hidden
So that I can give it a shoulder shot

On the land, on the see
Lurks the destruction
The creature must die
Die!

A young female deer** comes to her feet
She had sunbathed in the high reeds
Makes good tracks deep into the forest
The mirror*** gleams and I grab it
The tail twitches like a finger eel
The shotgun jumps from the sheath

Hunters’ salute

I sweep the bast from the horn****
And aim the gun accurately

Hunter’s salute
On the land, on the sea
Lurks the destruction
The creature must die
Die!
Hunters salute
Die!
Hunter’s salute

She feels the muzzle energy
A fine drop of blood***** drips on the knee

On the land, on the sea
Lurks the destruction
The creature must die
Die!
Hunter’s salute
Die!

Not that kinda rock music but one, within Till Lindemann's Thin tone of voice that I love....

The tears of senile childs
i put them on a white hair
throw it in the air, the wet chain
and wish i had a mother

no sun that shines to me
no breast cryes milk to me
in my throat there is a tube
have no navel on my belly

Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother

i could not lik the nipples
and no fold to hide inside
no one gives me a name
made in hate and without sperm

to the mother that never born me
i swear this night
i will give you a disease
and after that i will sink it in the river

Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother

in her lungs ther lives an eel
on my face there is a mothersigne
remove it with the kiss of the knife
also if i die of it

Mother ... Mother ... Mother .. Mother !!

in her lungs ther lives an eel
on my face there is a mothersigne
remove it with the kiss of the knife
also if i bleed out

Mother

Ohh ... give me strenght

Mother

Ohh ... give me strenght

Mother ... Mother

Ohh ... give me strength

Mother ... Mother

Marching in military service had been fun to me until it turned out troublesome enough so not to be willing to do that as I forgot my ordinary walking style !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spending long hours marching on campus early in the morning with other soldiers is something over great but there r two main points with that in total :

1.Coordination of feet with other soldiers

2.Stamping the boots hard by heel to make loud sound

I never used to listen to the trainer and kept doing my own job. The only thing for me was having fun while marching and enjoying the sound of boots. This went on for months until the time I found myself not being able to walk like before!

My footsteps had got loud and heavy and without relizing this, I'd got used to stamping my heels forcefully... Going a short way, I just could feel the pain in my ankles, knees and waist.... I thought, I had just got sensitive about that but it got worse and the situation came to ahead. Since the situations I was always in, I had to walk fast and didn't have enough time for caring but I really needed help coz I'd totally got confused. It was foolish enough to ask sb for training me how to walk !!!!! Like a baby -.- And esp I never could let myself ask someone for helping me, let alone in this situation.

Once when my friend and I were patrolling and walking around, suddenly I stepped into a hole by the heel. Just for a moment a great pain went through my knees straight up to the backbone and I couldn't feel my body for few seconds. My friend laughed at me a lot but when I dared to tell him about my condition, he helped me with that by his tips and I could make it better! Since that time, I really love him more and I owe to him.

Doing sth wrongly and keeping on that results in a bad habitation which will be really difficult to be kicked. Like the situation I had, it became a nice experience for me, I really care about it esp in English coz if I learn a grammar or word wrongly, it's too hard to me to correct that...

However I donno why I feel not being so serious in caring this !!!!!!

Among Iranian stories, once there was a crow that gets intrested in a partridge and starts imitating its footsteps until the time he forgets his own walking and flying ! Whenever I remember that situaiton it makes me feel being like that stupid crow !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -.-

Till Lindemann uses both tones of his voice... I love its chorus and E-guitar !

Even on the waves there is fighting
Where fish and flesh are woven into sea
One stabs the lance while in the army
Another throws it into the ocean

Arise, arise seaman arise
Each does it in his own way
One thrusts the spear into a man
Another then into the fish

Arise, arise seaman arise
And the waves cry softly
In their blood a spear is lodged
They bleed softly into the ocean

The lance must be drowned in flesh
Fish and man sink to the depths
Where the black soul dwells
there is no light on the horizon


Arise, arise seaman arise
Each does it in his own way
One thrusts the spear into a man
Another then into the fish

Arise, arise seaman arise
And the waves cry softly
In their blood a spear is lodged
They bleed softly into the ocean

Arise, arise seaman arise
And the waves cry softly
In their heart a spear is lodged
They bleed themselves dry on the shore

A girl who is so ugly that she hides from the daylight so as not to scare it away. At night she pleads with the morning star to make her beautiful.

She's so ugly that it gets dark
when she looks into the sky
Then the light is frightened
It shines into her face from below
So she must hide during the day
She just doesn't want to scare the light
She lives in the shadows until the glow fades
She sees a star shining in the twilight and pleads
Paint beauty onto my cheeks

Morningstar, oh shine
onto the visage of mine
Cast a warm light
onto my frightening face
Tell me I'm not alone
Ugly, you are ugly

I went alone in the night
The late birds no longer sang
I saw children of the sun in the throng so
I cried into the starry heavens

Morningstar, oh shine
onto the beloved of mine
Cast a warm light
onto her frightening face
Tell her she's not alone

Morningstar, oh shine
onto the soul of mine
Cast a warm light
onto a heart that's breaking
Tell her that I'm crying
Because you, you are ugly
You are simply ugly
Humans are just creatures of the eye
Beautiful things are what I want
But you, you aren't beautiful, no

Morningstar, oh shine
onto the beloved of mine
Cast a warm light
onto her frightening face
Tell her she's not alone

And the star wants to shine
onto the beloved of mine
It warms my breast and shakes
where life beats
To see with the heart
she is simply beautifu

 The story is about a girl who lights a match and develops an unusual love of fire (see pyromania). When a flame accidentally touches her dress, she, along with her house, is burned to the ground. At the end she rises from the ashes to the sunshine.

I was all alone at home
Both of my parents were out
There before me I suddenly saw
a little box, nice to look at

Oh, I said, how pretty and nice
That must be a splendid toy
I strike a match
Like mother often did

Every time that I'm alone
I'm pulled to the fire
Why is the sun round
Why don't I get healthy

It reaches for me, I don't resist
Jumps with claws to my face
It bites hard, it pains me a lot
I jump around the room

Oh no, the flame touches my dress
My jacket burns, it glows far
My hand burns, my hair burns
In fact my whole body is burning

Every time that I'm alone
I'm pulled to the fire
Why is the sun round
Why don't I get healthy -
The fire loves me
Help me
The fire loves me not "“
The fire loves me

I have been totally burned
Everything is burned completely
From the ashes, all alone
I climb up to the sunshine
The fire loves me
The fire loves me not

Help me

[ In Dr. Drakhshan's class ...... Suddenly his cell phone rings ]

- "  Hello, honey ! how r u ? ....... 

Aha ! Ok !... I'll buy that on the way to home.... " [ then hangs up ]

" He was my 4 y.o son... We've got a serious problem about him: can not speak Persian coz we've spoken with him in English,only and we don't know what to do for his school!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

What have u done to that boy, man ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

U've replaced English instead of his mother's tongue which is Persian ?! The language that's one of the bests and of course difficult enough to learn.... Yeah ! English is important as well but it can be learnt really easily beside that.... at least he could choose another language -.- 

It's been said :" because of Persian grammar and its cultural issues, ones who speak in this language as their mother's tongue can learn other ones easier and faster "; And I believe in it coz I've exprienced that. This boy has lost this opportunaity up to now and needs a long time for learning Persian.... And esp the issue of falling behind school by being unable to understand the lessons !!!!!!!!!!!!! -.-

I'll never do the same to my child for sure !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I just really love to meet him again and ask :

What was ur solution ?!!!!!!!!!!

Incest: Sexual activity between ppl who are too close to marry.
In German it's called: Die Blutschande : Boold shame....
Just clear,it's considered illegal, immoral in Germany coz of the way it's called but I found it really intresting while going through the names of countries that it can be done easily without being named as crime or sth like that: Brazil, France, India, Japan,.......
Taking no action toward that !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last year, a Q in Yahoo Answers caught my eyes: " I'm a 12 y.o-boy and have had intercourse for some times with my 15 y.o-sister..... Is there any problem with that? "
The answer for them was up to the country they lived in coz by following laws, it could be said " Nice...Keep it up ! " or being against it.
Ignoring the rules, is it really reasonable to human traits so that one does so?
This is yet unbelievable, somebody gets too steeped in sexual instincts and desires so he steps out of line and does them on his mother, sister or daughter !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or  maybe according to the saying in some cultures, they wanna take it so : " Daughter: A grown fruit that must be picked before one another does. "
Just intresting !
These days, it makes no difference whether you're muslim or not coz almost in all countries, these shames are done... In one of muslim countries: " A woman has been knocked up* by her son-in-law ! "
In comparison with the one below, last one can be much bearable:
" Father puts the makes* on her daughter forcefully "

Knock up* = Slang- To make a woman pregnant.
Put makes on sb* = Idiom- To do sexual activities on sb.

According to Till Lindemann :

What are you? but only an Animal

 
 
What does a man do?
what does a man do?
who can't tell the difference
between human and animal
what?

He will go to his daughter
she is beautiful and young
and then, like a dog, will
mate with his own flesh and blood

What do you do?
What do you feel?
What are you?
but only a
Animal

What does a woman do
what does a woman do
who can't tell the difference
between animal and man

She dips the feather in his blood
and write herself a letter
lifeless lines to childhood
when her father slept by her

What do you do
What do you feel
What are you
but only a Animal

Molest: To force sexual acitivites on a child.

It's been quite of a while since a moive's being shown in cinemas of here by the name of " Hush ! Girls do not scream ! ". It's about a security guard of a building that rapes and molests the children of house owners when parents trust on the man, leave for party and commend the house with the child in it. He records what he does to them and when they shout for help he says : " Hush ! Girls do not scream. " So he threats the ppl by spreading the clip if it gets reported or he gets arrested.Families are muslim and coz of their reputaion, they don't let it be shown or some children keep it dark coz of fear until one of the girls, (when she gets an adult )runs into him years later and kills him.
This story happneds every day in every where of this world. Adults used to be involved but now we see children have been dragged into this.... Howeveh I've also heard about babies.

An animal even does not this but now we see that from a human !
Of course they can neither be called human nor animal.... What are they, then ????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Living among over 6 milirad ppl .... Just God knows how many percents are real mindkind.

I want to tend to my things
and reduce the rest to rubble
Ripping, bashing
Crushing, picking
I go along the garden fence
And feel the urge again
I must destroy
But only if it doesn't belong to me
I must destroy
But only if it doesn't belong to me

No

I'll take your belongings
I'll annihilate them
Sawing, stripping
Not asking, smashing
And now the supreme discipline
Pulling the head off a doll
Hurting, tearing, corroding
Destroying
But only if it doesn't belong to me
I must destroy

No

I would like to destroy something
But only if it doesn't belong to me
I want to be a good boy
But the desire overtakes me
I must destroy
But only if it doesn't belong to me

No

Ripping, bashing
Crushing, picking
Chopping and stealing
Not asking, smashing
Tearing, hurting
Burning, then running
Sawing, stripping
Breaking, avenging

He met a girl that was blind
Shared pain and like-minded
Saw a star go from the sky
And wished that she could see

She opened her eyes
And left him in the same night

I LOVE U, Till !

.Donate something to me
Leave something here
Please, leave here something yours
One pair of tears would be nice
Rub me with that on the evening
Tear flows, however flows too weakly (not enough)
I´m beating to help
And when I almost beg for water
I take the fountain (well) with me

Give me your eyes
Give me your light
Donate me your tears
I don´t want the soul
Donate me something
Donate me something

I beg so much
Your thighs hang heavy
Take the lips from the face
Smelling bad I don´t need
Eyes are gates to the soul
It* wants to care (of), it* wants to hoard
Only the happiness now lies in disclaimer
Give it* here (to me), you don't need it*

Give me your eyes
Give me your light
Donate me your tears
I don´t want the soul
Give me your eyes
Give me your light
Donate me your tears
I don´t want the soul
Donate me something
Donate me something
Donate me something

Out of eyes hollow, the soul wants to sneak
I stuff, piece by piece, the soul back to the head
Give me your eyes
Give me your light
Donate me your tears
I don´t want the soul
Give me your eyes
Give me your light
Donate me your tears
Yet, you should not cry.

I used to cry and ask for help

Grieves around made me yelp

From the world, full of pain

Sore was only, I did gain

Always feeling dead in morning

I was having my own mourning

Toward the darkness I kept going

Got a moving corpse without knowing

People were only wolf

I was a ball in their golf

Often hide ur grief

I just told u in brief

If they only see ur tear

They will tear like a bear

When this world that I saw

Wanted to kill myself by a saw

Happened miseries I did see

I chose to go into see

When I was about to drown

Suddenly I saw God's frown

He doesn't like his son to do suicide

Always wants him to feel him inside

But I told him in reply

Not on this world I rely

It was late to regret

I just asked him to forget

I tasted salt by my tongue

When water went in my lung

There was no air to inhale

I just did the last exhale

In the see they found my body

"He was my foe" said my buddy

At last I took my right

when they said the rite

Doing cry and fake weep

Left me grave which was deep

Where was really dark and cold

Then by a voice I was told

-The time was as only gold

People took it and just hold

- Anyway I don't care

My life style wasn't fare

I couldn't have welfare

I didn't have farewell

No one to spend the time with, so well

Fire came in and was hot

But the nice sth that I got:

"Hell is bad" they said at school

But when I'm in here it is cool

So let me tell u sth after all

Hell is on the earth that is all

The rest is in German...

Fickt man dies Glück

Bin ich nicht zurük

Will ich dir mein Herz geben

Hab' keine Lust zu leben

Bin ich nicht reif

Aber immer keif'

Sag mir !

Warum hab' ich Erbärmlichkeit?

Weil leb' ich in die Einsamkeit?

Ja! im hier ich schmacht

Obwohl das mich älter macht..........................................

Note= the text in German has got lots of problems indeed coz I'm still beginner in that......

Yesterday, I took my idiom book unwillingly and sat near my brother that was watching a movie in English language. I was reading the book and suddenly spotted an idiom " Blood is thicker than water " = family loyalties are stronger than other relationships.I just told by myself within such laziness " is it really used in speaking or writing so that I care and learn it ? -.- "

Exactly when I turned the page, some1 in the movie said " Come on ! Blood is thicker than water "

I just gaped at TV..at that time, I remembered last year that I was reading 504 book and saw the word " utensil " = device and furniture in the kitchen... I just wondered the same thing...After 5 mins when I picked an article to read, in the 3rd line it'd been said " .. like utensils and other furniture at home..."

Once, I wrote a writing and used lots of old idioms... My friend said " I'm not sure whether these words are really useful to learn and I don't think they will be used in your speaking or elswhere "

I'm just waiting to tell him " WWWWWWWWWWait and see -.- "

'

I love its Lyric and Till's voice..... This one, not a hard rock !

Love is a wild animal

This song is about a little child who wants to be all alone, so it plays dead. The people of the village take it for dead and quickly bury it under the sand. The cold air outside wakes the buried-alive child, who plays the music box it was buried with and sings from underground. It is eventually heard and the child is dug back out of the ground.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFAntastic E-guitar !

A small person just pretends to die
It wanted to be completely alone
The small heart stood still for hours
So they declared it dead
It is buried in wet sand
With a music box in its hand

The first snow that covered the grave
Woke the child very gently
In a cold winter night
The small heart is awakened

As the frost flew into the child
It wound up the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground

Up down, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat any longer
Only the rain cries at the grave
Up down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat any longer
And the child sings from the ground

The cold moon, in full magnificence
Hears the cries in the night
And no angel climbs down
Only the rain cries at the grave

Between hard oak boards
It will play with the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground

Up down, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground

Up down, rider
My heart does not beat any longer

On Totensonntag they heard this
Melody from God's field
Then they unearthed it
They saved the small heart in the child

Up down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat any longer
And the child sings on the ground
Up down, rider
And no angel climbs down
My heart does not beat any longer
Only the rain cries at the grave