#nothingelsematters

Nothing Else Matters – Arabesk Fantezi Cover (Bayhan Style) | Hicaz Versiyon

Metallica’nın efsanevi parçası “Nothing Else Matters”, bu kez Hicaz arabesk-fantezi dokunuşuyla yeniden hayat buluyor. Bayhan tarzı nağmeler, Hicaz geçişler, ud–kanun–ney tınıları ve klasik arabesk yaylılarla modern bir cover formuna dönüştü. Hem nostaljik, hem enerjik, hem de Türk müziğinin melankolisini taşıyan yepyeni bir yorum. Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics): So close, no matter how far Couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don’t just say And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know

So close, no matter how far It couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know

I never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don’t just say And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know, yeah, yeah

So close, no matter how far Couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are No, nothing else matters

Miewwwoo (Metallica - Nothing Else Matters)

I think I have a pretty good guess about what you (powers that B) would like me to do. Clearly not with enough details or resources to complete them or they would possibly be done already.

I am not a gambling man. Some are and that’s fine. I don’t gamble because it has never been enticing to me; mainly due to a lifetime observing how my luck usually plays out. Now some will say there’s no such thing as karmic luck, others advise that a man makes his own luck with deliberate decisions and conviction! While this is good advice and should be encouraged, sometimes in life thin9s happens. You should always do what you think is best, but irregardless of desire and despite good intent, in the blink of an eye outside forces may influence how things play out. So what can you do, but play with the hand you’re dealt. It is what it is. But it’s going to be impossible to win or make any money if you don’t know the directions of how to play or even what the game is. Which’s how I feel always. I would like to describe a thought experiment.

Two adults meet for the first time. One had been told as a child that the color of grass is green, and their whole life this was reinforced with everyone in agreement that the color of the grass is green. But the other adult was told in their childhood that the color of grass is blue, and for their entire life it was so. Now they both have been looking at the very same color, but one knew the color was called green and the other knew it to be blue. We all know grass is green and if we had just met someone who said it is blue we would call them crazy (or at the very least, we would just politely think in our heads how wrong they are). But consider that the blue person is having the exact same experience. How would you feel if you were the one all blue looking over the fence at the greener side of thought? Would you continue believing what’s been right in your mind, or change what you think because of what someone else says is wrong? Most people (green or blue) would hold to their understanding especially because it’s been reinforced as common knowledge. But imagine if instead of two meeting randomly, what if one person (let’s just say blue) were to move for whatever reason, and find themself in a community where everyone has an agreement that the color is called green. How would Mr. Blue feel about his understanding of things when everyone is in opposition? What would the community reaction be towards a person whose knowledge was contradictory? There are no right or wrong answers here, just reflecting on viewpoints and how different understandings, beliefs, and perceptions are affected by numbers.

**** I want to clarify that I wrote this with no particular groups in mind and certainly do not want to segregate anyone on their values just because they’re from Kentucky.

I am ιertain that you’re tired of reiteration, and I must admit I too have grown weary of hearing the same. Many scoff and groan over what I do or have done, or how can I keep asking for answers and never solve anything for myself. I know. I’ve seen and heard many things about what I should do from many sources all with their own beliefs about the right way to handle things or what is left still to do… never clearly enough to understand anything. I have learned that there are a lot of ways to look at things differently and that I have disappointed almost all of them. But relentlessly I have tried to find answers when none were offered, and searched for clues high and low. I have in various ways deciphered meaning from cryptograms, and tried to follow along with my best intuition of what was wanted of me. I have blazed forward unafraid into unknown territories and gone against my own preferences (and way outside of comfort zones). I have not backed down but rose to each challenge attempting to understand and succeed when I had no understanding or chance of success. I’ve taken chances, gambled and lost - repeatedly. I will continue to do so as best I can, but I have not the health, stability nor resources to sustain much anymore. I haven’t for some time in fact, which has prevented me from extending too far and by cause made me unable to do everything as was asked though I still endeavor. Constantly under pressures beyond normal scope I have out of necessity not desire and a lack of success not logic continued trying until I found counter-intuitive solutions to problems when no other rational option was to be found. Flexibly accepting, yet I never gave up on my convictions or abandoned hope.

In little nooks tucked away safely within the dark hollows of my Well of Souls, I have little happy moments secretly tucked away so that they are protected yet available should I need access (for sanity or survival). When circumstances have become heavy and thick under the shroud of a cloying oppression, or when the frost-fingered grip of despair tries to squeeze the last glimmers of light from your heart.

They are not just memories of cherished moments past though, some of them are visions of future through the mists of shifting patterns to create alternate possibilities… one of my secret skills that allow me to materialize hope when nothing else is left. Most of these ‘dreams’ (as I usually refer to them) have had their windows already shuttered and lost - their opportunities knocked-out without a fair fight to actualize. But, such is the nature of dreams (and the burden of dreamers) …unless they are allowed to unfold they wither away until milled to dust within the cogs of Time’s industrius clockworks.

I did manage to sneak one out unseen past the cuckoo asylum guards’ vigilance. It was stashed and preserved, but I felt it worth sharing even at the risk of it too being brusquely snatched away and trampled under vindictive boot-heels. So hear I unwrap it so you may see… it is only a small little thing not even fully developed; but in these times it seems everyone could benefit from even a tiny little comfort such as it is.

It is quite basic, a ‘3-pane strip’ at best… just a quiet and simple solace tucked back a little from the usual cacophony of social exuberance, so that there is a light glow of serenity warming the trellises providing a slight-shade to this side of the porch. Two characters sit at a table in comfortable familiarity born of long friendship as tall glasses of iced lemonades slowly cry their little rings onto the table. Approaching closer to the two, we see that it is you and I… just talking, listening and reflecting at an unhurried ‘Saturday afternoon’ pace.