دنبالت دارم می گردم همسفر با شب و جاده
پرم ازحسرت و خواهش واسه یک لحظه نوازش
کوله بارغم رو دوشم رهسپارشبِ سازش
تو قامت سیاه شب وقتی ستاره می میره
انگار می خواد بهم بگه واسه رسیدن به تو دیره
از منِ ِ خسته رو خط رفتن بی تو سایه فقط می مونه
سایه ی مردی که خوش خیال ِ تو نارفیقُ رفیق می دونه
هنوزم اسمت عزیزِ واسه این همیشه تنها
قصه ی بود و نبودِ می شه راهی واسه فردا
Genre: Alternative/Rock, Hometown: Mississauga
For several years and in 2 incarnations, Soul Nidus has been creating music – along with a growing buzz that started in Canada and has reached across the Atlantic to Europe and as far as two of the band members’ native Iran. That buzz continues to grow and spread across the globe through little more than word of mouth.
With the universal appeal of songs evoking the softer side of the Foo Fighters, and ranging to jams reminiciscent of bands like Audioslave, Soul Nidus’ music maintains a beautiful, unique flavour throughout. It would be impossible to attempt to sum up their overall sound as it’s all over the musical map, but it’s this unpredictability that makes them so memorable in a scene where so much is forgettable.
Easily listenable catchy guitar lines, with well thought out drum lines twist like DNA strands beneath the vocal styling of singer Ehsan Ashrafi, a small man with a huge voice. His gravelly croon has whispers of Dave Grohl-esque style, with a dash of Social Distortion’s Mike Ness, but never resorts, or lends itself to imitation.
In October of this year, the band flew to the UK for a number of intimate live shows, as well as interviews and acoustic sessions on national radio (BBC World, Kerrang! Radio etc.) and as featured artists on Total Rock Radio’s “Brave New World” show to promote the UK release of their latest album, “STOIC” (recorded at Megawatt Studios in Toronto’s SONY/BMG Building)..
Due to the trio’s stage presence, SOUL NIDUS has been dubbed a “Live Band” by fans and critics. Every show is unique – whether it’s by playing different versions of songs or simply improvising on stage.
SOUL NIDUS are currently working on new material for the follow up to their acclaimed LP “STOIC”.
The Buddha Composed was an exhibition at the Varley Gallery of Markham Ontario by Julie Oakes that addresses a fresh interpretation of the centuries-old Buddhist culture and tradition. Curated by Katerina Attanassova, it featured a collaborative piece that Oakes did with eleven different artists. It was the premier vernissage for the bronze Weeping Monkey, a sculpture based on suffering with turquoise eyes that slowly leak tears. Opening to Tibetan monks dedicating a prayer to all sentient beings with sitar music by Prosad, this video, directed by Pooyan Tabatabaei.
You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’ save the last dance for me
Oh I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine,go and have your fun
Laugh and sing,but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart to anyone
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’ save the last dance for me
Baby don’t you know I love you so
Can’t you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much
You can dance,go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it’s time to go
If he asks if you’re all alone
Can he walk you home,you must tell him no
‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
Save the last dance for me
‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me.
I came by myself to a very crowded place;
I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.
I found her there but she was past all concern;
I asked her to hold me, I said, “Lady, unfold me,”
but she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return.
Well, I argued all night like so many have before,
saying, “Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more.”
Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor,
she said, “Don’t try to use me or slyly refuse me,
just win me or lose me,
it is this that the darkness is for.”
I cried, “Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old,
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold.”
“If we cry now,” she said, “it will just be ignored.”
So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning,
I could hear my lady calling,
“You’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord,
you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord,
yes, you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord,
ah, you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord,
ah, you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord.”
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