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Listen Qasida Burda Sharif (Arabic-Urdu-Eng)


Lyrics

The Boy With The Arab Strap (Belle And Sebastian)

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When you've been inside
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke's not your style
"i don't like this place"
We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
She accepts my confession

What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything's better than posh isolation
1 missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap

It's something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in old compton
The asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must
As you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the arab strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in london?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while

The Other Side Of Town (Masta Ase Inc.)





Excuse me ladies and gentlemen. Sorry to bother you today. My name is
Joe. And um I'm not on crack I don't do drugs I'm just trying to get
something to eat. If you can give just a penny a nickel..a dime a
quarter..anything will be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time...
and have a nice day.

How do you do?
I'm from the other side of town
The place where the only skin you see is the color brown
The sun never shines in this place where I live
And it's hard to do right when you feel negative
I have no compassion
I only know agression
And there is nothing great about this opression
People I see on TV, in there towns live the good life
But I live out of bounds
Where nobody comes unless they're forced to come
In school, they call me the bum from the slum
But they don't know
My sista has no food to eat
And her hand-me-down shoes are too tight for her feet
The way I see things, life isn't fair
So I never learned how to share or to care
But to hope - and hope
Instead of feeling down
And that's how it is
On the other side of town

I live on the other side of town

Pardon me, brotha
As you stand in your glory
I hope you don't mind as I tell the whole story
Some people livin life like fun in the sun
But yo, others are givin strife, and that's all they know
I feel no comfort in talks from the President
So put back on Cosby
A s** is my resident
I think if I ever die, it might be a blessin
Some say I never try, but why are they stressin
I'll never get ahead; my raps have a better chance
I'm livin on Wonder Bread with holes in my leather pants
I'm not on the drug scene; they call me a crack head
I just had a bugged dream that I was a black man
Workin in the hospital
Then in came in a half-dead rich bitch
Yo, they must be insane
You think I would save her?
Yo, she wouldn't save me
I asked for a quater once, and guess what she gave me
A **in penny
A ?quarter? costs half a mill
If it's up to me, yo, she's pushin up dafodils
In a casket
Payback's a female dog
Yo, send her**to the morgue
Then I woke up, and I sat with a frown
Damn, I woke up
But on the other side of town

The other side of town

My teacher's a fat man
Yo, how can they tempt me so
** geometry, my stomach is empty, yo
Can't you teach me to win this crazy game?
You and I are in so many ways the same
People tell me, but I don't believe that shit
Why do you sell me a dream, then leave me spit?
The truth is bare, and so is my cupboards, too
I wonder what could even L. Ron Hubbard do
Because my mind right now is on the brink of breakin
Yo, look how I think
I think I'll stick up the store with the Arab guy
I'm sick of him anyway; his prices are too high
Or maybe I'll start sellin Avon door-to-door
Then pull a jammy, and make a bigger score
Nah, maybe I'll start sellin dope for my cous
Then I could drive the same car he does
The life of a poor man
Consider me desperate
I sleep in a cold room
And wish I could just get
A piece of the pie
Is that asking too much?
I can't even reach what others have in their clutch
I wish I could go on, but I have to end this
And get back to livin a life that is winless
There's no use swimmin, so I might as well drown
In my sorrows
Cause tomorrow's the other side of town

The other side of town
The other side of town

Sleep The Clock Around (Belle And Sebastian)

And the moment will come when composure returns
put a face on the world put your back to the wall
and you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
down liberty hill where the fashion brigade
look with curious eyes at your raggedy ways
and for once in your life you have nothing to say
and could this be the time when somebody will come
to say look at yourselfyour not much use to anyone.

Take a walk in the park take a valium pill
read the letter you got from the memory girl
but it takes more than this to make sense of the day
yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
and you trusted to this and you trusted to that
when you saw it all come you were waving the flag
of the united states of calamity hey
after all that you done boy and now your gonna pay.

In the morning you come to the ladies salon
to get all fitted out for the paper back throne
but the people are living far away from the place
where you wanted to help your a bit of a waste
and the puzzle will laste till somebody will say
"there's a lot to be done while your head is still young"
If you put down your head leave your worries behind
then the moment wil come and the memory will shine.

Now the trouble is over everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
you can look at yourself sleep the clock around.

Si Tu La Croises Un Jour (Francis Cabrel)

Elle n'aimait pas mon deux pièces séjour
Toi qui voyages si tu la croises un jour
Reviens me dire, reviens me dire
Dis-moi un peu si elle porte toujours
Dans les cheveux ses essences d'amour
Et tous mes rêves sur ses lèvres
Mais promets-moi
Ne t'approche pas trop
Si tu poses tes doigts
Au bronze de sa peau
Tu délires, tu délires.
Sans me méfier
Je l'ai serré très fort
Aujourd'hui encore
J'en ai les yeux qui brûlent, qui brûlent.
Elle, elle a l'âge des voyages au long cours
Des princes arabes et mariages d'amour
Des esclaves libres, des histoires à suivre...
Moi je ne rentrais souvent qu'un soir sur deux
Et mes amis étaient des gens curieux
Difficile à suivre, dis-lui, je réapprends à vivre.
Mais promets-moi
Ne t'approche pas trop
Si tu poses tes doigts
Au bronze de sa peau
Tu délires, tu délires.
Sans me méfier
Je l'ai serré très fort
Aujourd'hui encore
J'en ai les yeux qui brûlent, qui brûlent.
Elle n'aimait pas mon deux pièces séjour
Toi qui voyages si tu la croises un jour
Reviens me dire, reviens me dire.
Dis-lui que pour elle je donnerais
Mon dernier souffle et même celui d'après...

Channel 10 (Noreaga)

Intro:
(I'm feelin' this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a different channel son word up on watch
the channel son different plain now man. (It's all good) Word up baby all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left
rack and all adat yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up for
life son. (check) Word up son let them know though son I feel you man let
'em know son.

Capone:
It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I'm about to make a killin'
So weed to escalate the feelin'
I regulate the dealin' jealous niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' jake on my trace I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole **in' nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin' **
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast what
One love to hill billys run forever out to Chile'
Playin' the cuts nigga what can't stop the willy
Cops harassin' niggas blastin' while the day' passin'
Time for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug caught up in the chest gaspin'
Nigga blanked out chopped before he start rappin'


Hook:
Khadafi:
Microchips in the celly the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the labtop (labtop)
Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab natiz puttin' hits on the cops (x2)

Noreaga talking:
Word up son **ed up son word up Trag. I know you know us both man but it
took the penile for us to click youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah y'all met up
north) KnowhatI'msayin' we had to meet up north (know what's real about all
this though that...) What real about it? (we were young we strive we trying
to eat knowhatI'msayin'?) God degree (we got a lot of fake niggas out man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain't bustin' that heat man. Niggas just frontin'
yo they ain't bustin' they heat they know who they is. (I'm tellin' my...)
Know who they is. (yo word is born)

Noreaga:
C.N.N. network channel 10 it's on again
Street niggas that' grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then Scarface (x2)
Court case illegal minds too late
Back in '92 (you remember Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General Emanuel
Cell block cold crop
Go bagged up yeah by cream cop
(** THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me
? poppie locked for posse call up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the fowl motney
You were lat in jail gte what what what what
Them new jacks they comin' through
Scared to death of the jail stories that's true
You cold weak live life on the street
While locked up homoed with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt till the day I'm out
Me personally what I did three kid you weak
Your station and P.A.C.

Outro:
Son ** this jail shit so tell 'em about the streets son (echo)

Live On Live Long (Capone N Noreaga)




Intro:
Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on
what.
C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated
knowhatI'msayin'?
Noreaga:
Yo Pone I know you left and goin up creek soon
You know my address God write me letters keep me in tune
I still remember when we first met
Yo it was up north I had the Iraq flag your comrad
With do bad yo Arab damn dun how you get caught?
Sometimes I look back and think that the shit is my fault
Cause it was me God body had to dead that pork
I went after him and clapped him up after we faught
Then the beef got deeper than what the clique thought
Peep the bucket head leather walley head thoroughbred
Doin' this with two shorties sleepin' in the same bed
So what up Pone nigga I can't zone
Without you think about you
Up at night without my airlight
Shine like broad day light to pay price
Hook:
So if ya heart stop beatin' I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again real niggas till the end
We try to succeed nigga smoke weed
Contemplated dedicated
To real niggas that could relate it (x2)
(C.N.N.) C.N.N. say it loud yo
(C.N.N.) C.N.N. say it proud yo (x2)
Noreaga:
Peep the second part ya'll
You like the brain I'm like the heart
Yo from day one start you on walley clark
Inside the park I told you Q.B.L.F.C. combine heavenly
We formulateed this escalate just like a heavy key
Enough niggas slam down summers and winters bust a full court press
Our defence apply the best
Rock the A.V.X. cock pit cover my chest
Yo they bag Palm, L.Murder everybody
Doe Boy, Real Ral, Nitty and Montey
Lebannon, Little Worm dun, Little Jamal yo remain calm
I know you blood dun but we can warm
Yo collide God niggas here tie hard like bye God
Plus release now my clique form like the teeth now
Kill beef now make you dead like sea snail
We Averex down to our **in' feet
Now jakes snatch my nigga Frank up off the streets
Now Votos Locos my niggas loco for dolos
Light trees up yo in the future ** with these up
You keep my tees up I K-Tone always squeeze up
talking:
This goes out to all my niggas locked up right now
Hook
Noreaga:
Yo for all my people locked up I got rock chopped up
Hold the block up until you pop up
The banks stopped up
talking:
I don't want no more to drink man.
Noreaga:
Yo I was raised around planets and stars
Jail bars my vernacular repotoire
Lust double cars
Why it seems like everyone still ends up in Green Right
By all means right you get lock it really seem like
Some get hit turn blood and some quit
Yo guerilla vice grip
Latin Kings ice pick
God's reppin' with muslums keep Islam safe
What's your fate yo?
What do you believe what do you know?
Slow it down so reap what you sew
Hook

T.O.N.Y. (Top Of New York) (Capone N Noreaga)

Intro:
From Iraq to Kuwait word up, Desert Station, regulation
CNN, channel 10 once again...wha-wha!

Chorus: 2x
T-O-N-Y invade N.Y.
multiply, kill a cop,
me and you,
you got beef, I got beef

Noriega:

Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedly
I was the man who was supposed to be
the head of the click
lip sealed, no nigga snitch
do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi
shoot up your block and make you know me
you aint ready yet, slow down and recollect
stay in the car, I stuff Allah bodyset
ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set
air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten
on a mission, shoot your back out position
found missing, 2-5 deep in prison
kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian
so ** you, plus your weak religion
in disguise, nowdays I cut prize
the invincible, untouchable CNN
is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen
channel 10, we break ten, win again
kid you on pluto, homo'd out just like menudo
far from the sun, cant feel the shit that I do
I stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high too

Chorus 2x

Capone:

I did it for the love of cash your honor
traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin', marijuana
and my persona, glitters in gold
unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold
cash and hydro, eyes low
looking Phillipine, divide dough
and regulate, empire stare caked up
raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up
what., shining, designer lex pearl lining
the finer wine and, cuisine sitting mastermindin'
roundtable climbin to the Top Of New York
won't stop, until we get dropped from New York
price of coke rise
j snatch my enterprise
a million more, rookie cops thinking they live
we survive, game tight like virgin nappy
feds on our back, tracin tracks to murder pappy

Tragedy:

2-5 we on a deadline, read the headline
Noriega blast with nines
move fakers, get ya back blown in Jamaica
lay you in the earth and curse you and your maker
I told you fools to stop **in with the Maqi
arab nazi, blow holes in your Versace
this war's mega, with the arm legga legga
been doin this, since Mobb Six with Cormega
gorilla, animal thugs be trife looking, your hearts tookin'
and got blown in Central Booking
I'm mad iller, organized thug killer
now you little monkey niggas wanna play gorilla
officially, Mousallini, punk he me
insanity, temporarily my plea
and the jakes never worry me as long as I'm free
to my people holdin packs, nuthin less than a G
crime side of life, foul price to pay
illegal life, trigger trife till we old and gray
when the flesh dry up and the world decay
reach heaven in a pearly white ACURAy
but until then, I'ma shine to the last sin
resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again

chorus 2x

Come Out Ye Black And Tans (Wolfe Tones)

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
And those loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father came home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew them poor Arabs two by two,
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of '16 were executed?

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
And if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "Godspeed,"
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus:

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Yo Nací Para Amarte (Alejandro Fernández)

Engáñame, olvídame, qué le importa al corazón
Si mi amor está firmado para ti sin condición.
Castígame y miénteme, te confieso, me da igual
Hace tiempo ha decidido mi corazón a quien amar.

No importan tus amores, no importa tu pasado
Tus pequeños errores ya los he perdonado
Mucho antes de pecar.

Y no hay nada que hacer
Yo nací para amarte y amarte sin final
Algún día lo sé, el caudal desbordado
De tus aguas llega al mar.

Nada va a detener el impulso de amar
Que me dicta el corazón
Yo nací para amarte, yo nací para amarte
Más allá de la razón.

Después, al fin aprenderás
A aceptar mi corazón, si el amor es verdadero
No se rinde ante el dolor.
Te esperaré, no importa cuando me hieras
Sin piedad
El destino está marcado, serás mía y nada más.

Y no hay nada que hacer
Yo nací para amarte y amarte sin final
Algún día lo sé, el caudal desbordado
De tus aguas llega al mar.

Nada va a detener el impulso de amar
Que me dicta el corazón
Yo nací para amarte, yo nací para amarte
Más allá de la razón.

Ich Wollte Hinaus In Den Garten (Sopor Aeternus)

Ich wollte hinaus in den Garten,
zu begraben meines Liebsten Gebein',
doch als ich kam zu der Tür seiner Kammer,
da öffnet' ich sie und trat hinein.

Dort lagen noch all seine Sachen,
ganz so, als wär' er nicht fort.
Sein Duft, zarter Hauch in den Kleidern,
welch ein kostbarer Schrein dieser Ort.

Ich ging hinab in die Halle,
wo sein Lwichnam still aufgebahrt lag:
gekleidet in weicheste Seide,
gebettet auf samtenem Schwarz.

Ich küsste sanft seine Lider
und schmiegte mich an seinen Leib.
So lagen wir eng beeinander,
und an seiner Brust schlief ich ein.

Die Sonne war längst schon versunken,
als ich zu mir kam aus dunklem Schlaf.
Mein Körper, ans Leben gebunden,
doch mein Liebster, bald Staub nur im Grab.

Doch noch war sein Glanz nicht vergangen,
sein Leichnam so schön, Haut und Haar.
So legte ich ab uns're Kleider
und liebkoste ihn ein letztes Mal...

Ich ging hinaus in den Garten,
zu begraben meines Liebsten Gebein'.
Ich ließ ihn hinab in die Erde
und seitdem bin ich nun allein.


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