Yesterday, while I was listening to the song (Dream) by Mohsen Chavoshi, an Iranian domestic singer, I thought to myself, how did he get here is a very interesting story!
I remember that he first started as an underground singer in Iran, like many others. You may be wondering what “an underground singer” means?
Two decades ago in Iran, music had a very limited place and only very special singers with a very rigid style of music could get the license, and singers who had slightly freer styles never would get a license and for this reason, they used to release their music illegally in the country. We used to call them underground singers!
It got to the point where more illegal music was there than licensed ones, and people would listen to and enjoy illegal and underground music albums more often. One of these singers was Mohsen Chavoshi, who had a very sad tone and his special voice was similar to that of Siavash Ghomayshi.
Chavoshi quickly gained a foothold in the hearts of the people, and when a decade ago the Iranian government decided to give more freedom to domestic singers, he was very famous already.
He quickly rose to prominence and became a popular singer, and his voice is now released in a completely legal and licensed manner.
He is also known for his many charitable works, but not much is known about his charitable activities because he usually does not advertise much about them.
Anyway, I like his voice and he looks interesting.
Song: Khab (Dream)
Singer: Mohsen Chavoshi
Album: Boatless Oar
Lyrics:
She smiled and took my hand, but in my sleep
It wasn’t yet tomorrow as I woke up!
I was awake and a mess!
her picture on the table
Came out of the frame again!
She took my hand
And we went to the frame together again!
I was afraid to wake up
And this dream would be over!
I thought I might not even go to sleep
On the table
Alone on the bed
Alone asleep
And she was in the frame
As she closed her eyes,
The frame fell off the table and broke
Now someone just interprets my dream
So maybe my sleepless hours' change
It was raining, so I shouted I’m behind the door
The yawn of the wind passed slowly behind me
As the door was still closed,
I suddenly woke up
And it was raining!
I said no! is it tomorrow already and I am unaware?
It was raining, so I shouted who is behind the door?
You woke up and said what if I couldn't sleep!?
The flood came out of the picture and the DOOR was OPEN!
We drowned, as the room had become an ocean
Now someone just interprets my dream
So maybe my sleepless hours' change
