A bazaar (from Persian بازار (bāzār), meaning "market"; from Middle Persian بهاچار (bahā-chār), meaning "place of prices") is a permanent enclosed merchandising area, marketplace, or street of shops where goods and services are exchanged or sold. (A souq, by contrast, is an open-air marketplace or commercial quarter.) The term is sometimes also used to refer to the "network of merchants, bankers and craftsmen" who work that area. Although the current meaning of the word is believed to have originated in Persia, its use has spread and now has been accepted into the vernacular in countries around the world. The rise of large bazaars and stock trading centers in the Muslim World allowed the creation of new capitals and eventually new empires. New and wealthy cities such as Isfahan, Golconda, Samarkand, Cairo, Baghdad, and Timbuktu were founded along trade routes and bazaars.
Its name in other languages includes Arabic and Urdu: بازار, Albanian, Serbian and Turkish: pazar, Bengali: বাজার, Bulgarian and Macedonian: пазар, Cypriot Greek: pantopoula,Greek: παζάρι (pazari), Hindi: बज़ार्, Hungarian: vásár (Persian influence around the 7th-8th century, meaning regular market, but also special occasion markets, such as Karácsonyi Vásár (Christmas Market)) and bazár (Turkish influence around the 16th-17th century, meaning Oriental-style market or shop), Indonesian and Malay: pasar, Polish: bazar, Russian: базар and Uzbek: bozor.
There's something about you
I got to understand
There's something inside you
I got to have
There's something inside you
That spawned me
There's something I'm trying to see
I want you to open up and bleed
I rummage through your fiber
Like old ladies at a church bazaar
Keeping everything to myself
Disappeared is
I got
Is this all there is to you?
I could see this
In some big octopus
God, I hope there's more to me then I see inside you
God, I hope there's more to me
Now I gotta take a look
I taste my brain in the back of my mouth
My curiosity told me to kill the cat
Remnants of you slip through my hands
Like so many, so many grains of sand
My slowly drift inward
I feel them turn on myself
My slowly drift inward
Turning on myself