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April 21, 2005
Pink Floyd and Purple Haze
I have been so excited about Fereydoon and his new site. you see for me, it is the joy of writing, let me sit behind my desk, and laptop, and let the day drift away. It heals the loneliness in me. And now I have a new venue , so I can do it as often as I want, at least till he bans me fro0m his site or start deleting my comments.
So I logged on and after reading the lyric to a Pink Floyd song he had posted, I wrote him a beautiful comment, about the days we had together, the piece was finished and I was happy, and then THE GLITCH,
his site refused to publish the comments. and before i know it the document was lost. SON OF A BITCH, well I am allowed to say that here , since it is mt site. This was wthe second time. I had lost another piece on his site before, I have to have a talk with that young man. anyway exhusted and sad as i was, i thought the heck, i will go and write it on my own site, and now I am trying to remember what i wrote.
Remember, Pink Floyd in Purple Haze, you and me, and the quite hills of Jordan, on top, wind blowing in our long hairs, tehran spread glowing under neath, you BMW, the night air, the dizzying fog of the Hashish we had smoked, and Pink Floyd taking us to the Dark Side Of The Moon, Happiness was so easy, kisses and hug in abundance, and love was just a stretch of arm away. Remember Liisa, and Maggie, the hunt for the young Hyenas we were, our prise, the blonde mermaids for us, the brown native guys, and how they giggled as they talked in their tongues, IT WILL RAIN TONIGHT, they used to say, while we circled them in our thirst, the taste of their lips, their tongues, their eager flesh and our greedy hands, harried kisses, hurling us toward our rapture, with Pink Floyd in Purple Haze. Remember how proud we were displaying them going dancing to HARLEM, Chatanoga, parking next to the Hamberger Joint in Vanak Circle, and the heavenly taste of the food. Remember how once the doorman at that Disco in Zafar refused to let CYRUS and ARMAN in , thinking they were Americans, and how Cyrus in the most tradditinal Farsi, told the guy,
DADDASH MAN AZ HAMEYE INNA IRONITARAM. When Cyrus's parents went away that NOROUZ, and we all stayed there, for a few days, the Garden Party, with rugs spread all over the grass, the lights in the trees, and dancing till midnight, and then pushing most every one in the pool.
Remmember how we got caught in Neda's house, necking with our girls on the sweing, how his parents drove in , saw us and drove back,letting us be. Remember Noushin, Neda's sister, the gorgeous girl, so charming we all had a crush on. Remember readin MOLANA, SOHRAB, even QURAN, and how we got chills in our bones of the vastness and flights of the words, and the discovery of the knowing.
Remember, the American blonde beauty that almost got us killed by trying to kiss me in the middle of Bazar, and then in the back of your car, made my lips all black and blue kissing me all through the PAHLAVI. and then how desperatly we were looking for an empty house to get a taste of our PRIZE, my American Blonde, who used to call me AGHA KHOSGELEH, with her funny accent, and her iranian hosted, your girl, we tried your sister house, your house, and no luck. Remember THE BOAT, The beautifull long old American Converatble car Cyrus used to drive. The accident we had going against the traffic on Darband, while Mahnaz was in the car, and Cyrus was driving with no Lisence.
How we fixed Suzzy with Cyrus against his will, since Suzzy was in love with him and he was such a sport he played along. Those were magical time, in our town Tehran, where we all left a little pieces of ourselves, for ever and ever, yes it was Pink Floyd in Purple Haze.
Well I tried, but I know the original one that I wrote for Ferry was much prettier, and now lost in Cyber space.
Posted by Idinraha at April 21, 2005 12:21 PM
Comments
Well I just read it and no I did notbock you from my site and it must be a cyber thing and yes I remember those days. I liked those days as I like these. And FYI I did like this rant.
Posted by: Fereydoon at April 21, 2005 09:52 PM
My dear friend, who can not get over himself, I did not think you blocked my comment and I told you over the IM, I was just teasing you. Yeh those were the days, but even then you were not much generous with what is boiling inside you. and i am glad you liked the rant, it was ment as a comment on your site. well isn't life a bitch
Posted by: Idinraha at April 22, 2005 03:20 PM