Name: Numbers Game by Shai Aharonov
Duration: 3 min 10 s
Description: "Numbers Game" confronts the dehumanizing effect of being reduced to statistics in modern society. Through cold, mechanical musical elements contrasting with human vocals, it depicts the struggle to maintain individuality in a system that seeks to quantify and categorize every aspect of human experience. The song progresses from resignation to resistance, claiming humanity beyond the numbers.

Great combination of the modern day digital woes worked into a timeless sounding song

اسب سپید
آهنگساز : قطعه محلی آرژانتینی
ترانه : ف.فرخزاد
اجرا : گروه هونیاک
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متن ترانه

اسب سپید من مهربان و رام است
اسب سپید من چون کودکی آرام است
ای دریغ از هر چه دادم برای دوست
اسب خوبم اسب خوبم رفیقم اوست

هر جا که خسته هستم یا غرق حسرتم
پابند مهربانی ش حتی در غربتم
ای دریغ از هر چه دادم برای دوست
اسب خوبم اسب خوبم رفیقم اوست

آن کس که دست من را در دستش می فشرد
مرا به دست غم داد به فراموشی سپرد
ای دریغ از هر چه دادم برای دوست
اسب خوبم اسب خوبم رفیقم اوست
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"Numbers Game" confronts the dehumanizing effect of being reduced to statistics in modern society. Through cold, mechanical musical elements contrasting with human vocals, it depicts the struggle to maintain individuality in a system that seeks to quantify and categorize every aspect of human experience. The song progresses from resignation to resistance, claiming humanity beyond the numbers.

Numbers Game

چشم‌انداز- ۱۸ آذر - ۱۴۰۳ - ۸ دسامبر

Last day of summer,
Is here.

Autumn is closing 
It's getting near

Nights are colder
The colors are changing every day
Wistful season is here to stay

Hear the silence
Of autumn shadows 
With gold and crimson,
In the trees

Hear the silence
Of fading light
the leaves fall like 
A Last goodbye

Summer is a fading memory...


All the leaves
On the ground 

Final farewell
Without a sound

Nights are colder
The colors are changing every day
Wistful season is  here to stay

Hear the silence
Of autumn shadows 
With gold and crimson,
In the trees

Hear the silence
Of fading light
the leaves fall like 
A Last goodbye

Summer is a fading memory...

Last day of summer

Music takes me to new worlds. Life is the best teacher. Writing about life is a challenge and experience is what guides me. Loves, pains, disappointments, sadness, joy, despair, hope, melancholy, happiness, all these feelings burn in my veins and make me create.
You all welcome to follow my journey.

Numbers Game

Shai Aharonov

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