Izeh County (Persian: شهرستان ایذه) is a county in Khuzestan Province in Iran. The capital of the county is Izeh. Izeh (Eizeh) is a town in east of Khuzestan province in Iran. This town is a historical town. The vast majority of its population, are from Bakhtiari tribe which is one of the biggest tribes in Iran. At the 2006 census, the county's population was 193,510, in 36,123 families. The county is subdivided into three districts: the Central District, Susan District, and Dehdez District. The county has two cities: Izeh and Dehdez.
Izeh (Persian: ايذه, also Romanized as Īz̄eh; also known as Malāmir, Izaj, and Malemir) is a city in and the capital of Izeh County, Khuzestan Province, Iran. At the 2006 census, its population was 103,695, in 20,127 families.
Izeh has temperate weather in spring and summer, although in winter it is usually the coldest city in the Khuzestan province. Izeh is populated by Bakhtiari Lurs, a tribe living in the northern part of the Khuzestan area. It is an agricultural rather than an industrial city. The foremost product is rice (locally called Berenj) that mostly comes from Susan, Sheyvand, Meydavood and Chitanbe.
Izeh also has mines of rocks and minerals. It is famous for its dam and ancient monuments that are located in Kul-e Farah, Eshkaft-e Salman, Khongazhdar, Tagh e Tavileh, Shir-e Sangi (Stone Lion cemetery), Shahsavar relief, Khong e Kamalvand, Khong e Ajdar, Khong e Yaralivand and Sheyvand relief.
In the Elamite period it was known as Ayapir and sometimes Ayatem. Arabs called the town as Idhaj. The local dynasty of Lor Atabakan the Greats (Atabakan-e-Lor-e-Bozorg) renamed it in Malemir or Malmir ("king’s house" or "capital"). This name has been used until 1935 when with government’s approval, it is changed again to Izeh.
My eyes are aching from the weight on them
The pain of living is such a bore
To make you happy I must bend for you
But I can't take it anymore.
And all the morning birds may laugh at me
But they've got the same straight jobs to do
And I can't see who is the biggest fool of all
With my eyes all scarred from a whiskey night.
I stumbled around with my eyes half closed
And curse the sun for being so bright
I hold you close, feel your warmth and wonder why
The river of life for you runs right.And all the morning birds may laugh at me
But they've got the same straight jobs to do
And I can't see who is the biggest fool of all
With my eyes all scarred from a whiskey night.
My head is poundin' as I'm sittin' here
And my mind's not workin' like it should
Come on, guitar, you've got to save me
And get me back feelin' like I should.