- published: 23 Aug 2015
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An ashiq, ashik, or ashough (Armenian: աշուղ ašuġ, Azerbaijani: aşıq, Georgian: აშუღი ašuġi, Greek: ασίκης, Persian: عاشیق, Turkish: aşık) is a mystic bard, balladeer, or troubadour who accompanied his song—be it a hikaye (Persian: dastan, a traditional epic or a romantic tale) or a shorter original composition—with a long necked lute (saz). The modern Azerbaijani ashiq is a professional musician who usually serves an apprenticeship, masters playing saz, and builds up a varied but individual repertoire of Turkic folk songs. The word ashiq عاشق ("in love, lovelorn") is subjective forms derives from ishq عشق (love), related to Avestan iš- "to wish, desire, search". The Turkish term that ashik superseded was ozan. In the early armies of the Turks, as far back as that of Attila, the ruler was invariably accompanied by an ozan. The heroic poems, which they recited to the accompaniment of the kopuz, flattered the sensibilities of an entire people.
The ashik tradition in Turkic cultures of Anatolia, Azerbaijan and Iran has its origin in the Shamanistic beliefs of ancient Turkic peoples. The ancient ashiks were called by various names such as bakhshi (Baxşı), dede (dədə), and uzan or ozan. Among their various roles, they played a major part in perpetuation of oral tradition, promotion of communal value system and traditional culture of their people. These wandering bards or troubadours are part of current rural and folk culture of Azerbaijan, and Iranian Azerbaijan, Turkey, the Turkmen Sahra (Iran) and Turkmenistan, where they are called bakshy. Thus, ashik, in traditional sense, may be defined as travelling bards who sang and played saz, an eight or ten string plucking instrument in the form of a long necked lute.
Verse 1
Why should I even bother
Tomorrow's just another yesterday
A constant fight to get through
But still we're in to deep to run away
It's not a game we play
Chorus
We always push, and shove
A slow crash course in love
We try to rise, above
To know what's it's made of
I know somehow, someway
It's all about today
This is a slow,
Crash course in love
Verse 2
Can't walk the straight and narrow
Cause only losers take the easy way
We let our faults define us
We feed our demons, but we’re still ok
Heaven is hell to pay
Chorus
Break
We push
We shove
We crash