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Monday, 24 November 2014
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Listen Fariyaad Kya Karen Hum Kise Dastan Sunayen


Lyrics

I Hate It Too (Hum)

morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds
i wish the ceiling was the ground
i'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun
to help me make up for this one
while you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone
and i can't remember what you do
to find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue
and bring me faithful back to you
and she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there
not tonight
if we break off gently in slow motion, spinning outward into
space
my hand always floating gently at the wheel while you sweetly
hold my face
and i need you to give it meaning, i need you to share the view
or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other
thing i do

Humein Aazma (Entity Paradigm)


Mujh ko de woh
Jo tu na de saka
Meri rooh ko na yoon sata
Meri himmat ko tu barha
Meray khoon mein woh rang de
Jo rang tu na de saka

Meri aankhon mein dekh zara
Aur phhir mujhe tu yeh bata
Hum dono mein hai woh kiya
Na jhuk sake na ruk sake
Aisa woh dum tu ne diya

Aa hamein aazma
Aa chhoo ke dikha

Here we go
Aa Hamein aazma
Aa chho ke dikha

Aah! Is this thing on?
Check, one, two
I got the gift, I got the game
What? When I grab that microphone
I drive people insane. Left to right from side
to side, I'll take you to a point where I take
Away your pride. Move you groove you and
Every time I use you. When I get done with
You, you'll say I abused you. I ain't bad I'm
Just trying to be cruel. Pure evil, made to
Rule. Got to open your mind and change
Your point of view. Half the time you don't know what do do. Just standing there and
you ain't gotta clue. It's the people like me
that's trying to keep it real. Hit ya! How does
it feel? Underground! What you folks have
labeled me. I'm the voice of change that's
going to set you free.

Bandbaja Mix (Entity Paradigm)


watch out (kya)
lyrics on the floor
on your marks, get set, go
i'm a white boy
comin straight from the 'L' town
keepin it real i'm a spawn of the underground
i'm the one you hate
i'm the one you fear
i'm the voice that whispers inside your ear
cut you open deep inside
when you know what i speak
everything is right

i got the gift i got the game
when i grab the mic i drive ppl insane
left to right from side to side
i'll take you to a point
where i take away your pride
move you groove you
and every time i muse
when i get done
you say i abuse you
i ain't bad
i'm just tryina be cruel
pure evil made to rule

meri aankhon mein daikh zara
aur phir mujhe tu yeh batha
hum donon mein hai wo kya
aa humein aazmaa
aa chuukay dikha
aa aaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaa

Waqt (Entity Paradigm)

This is how the story goes, in and out
One minute you're there, the next time runs out
It's a figure of speech as a matter of fact
Did you ever really think about the time you had
It's the grain that falls, every second that crawls
To the minute to the hour till infinity recalls
It's a barricade of twigs that's never really there
Did you ever really think that time even cares

Ik ehsaas hai
Keh socha na tha
Waqt dhalta raha
Mein chalta raha
Andheron mein bhi
Ik roshnee thee
Us roshnee mein
Ghar jalta raha

Tau dil mera roye to kia
Waqt iradon ko torey to kia
Manzil ko apni payen gai hum
Waqt ko apna banayen gai hum
Jo chahoon woh ho

Here's a little something that you really can think about
The time that got left and time that ran out
Keeping in mind what I left behind
My sanity my soul brought down to a fine line
The pain the shame too late to quit this game
I can never change cuz I'm one of a kind
Even if i wanted to I couldn’t decide
Cuz i never really had time on my side

Girta raha
Sambhalta raha
Iss khamoshi mein
Main marta raha
Umeedon kai mein saye taley
Khwabon ko tarasta raha

Tau dil mera roye to kia
Waqt iradon ko torey to kia
Manzil ko apnee payen gai hum
Waqt ko apna banayen gai hum

Is dhool kai khumar sai nashey mein rahey
Giray jin diyon pai pardey Jaley na bujhey
Jo chahoon woh ho
Mein chahoon woh ho

Montana (Venus Hum)

Panic start it's 8o'clock 28
Mach 10 to get to the school on time
Throw a dress on over my head
Jump in my freedom ride
Fill me up with sound
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big Beautiful Sky!

Panic start it's just enough, a little, too late
Park calls!
I'll not go to school today
Throw a bright pink dress over my red head
Go to Saint Mary's Lake
Fill me up with sound
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big Beautiful Sky!

Believe In Myself (Karen Brake)

When all alone in my chair, I just go about wishing
I wanna be strong, I really wanna be trusted
When all alone in my bed, I just go about yearning
I wanna be cool, I also wanna be like him

But that's not something I can do so easily
This is not simply my way, my style
Gotta get a hold of my life

* I wanna fly high
So I can reach the highest of all the heavens
Somebody will be waiting for me so,
I have got to fly higher

Gotta keep goin'
Everything is a brand new challenge for me
I will believe in myself
This is the only start for me

When all alone in my sleep, I just go about dreaming
I see myself there, having the same adventure

If I just follow you, I will never see the light
Now is the time to find my way through this life
I'm trying so hard to be strong

* Repeat

(Guitar solo)

Many friends help me out, in return I help them
Certain things I can do and there are things that only I can do
No one's alone!

* Repeat

Fall River Holedown (Lizzie Borden) (Chad Mitchell Trio)

[spoken]
One very exciting area of folk idiom and folk music to us has always been the hatchet murders in Massachusetts. I think that this quaint bit of suburban living can be explained through the use of our poet laureate, Joe Frazier:

[spoken(Joe)]
Elizabeth Borden took an ax
And gave her mother forty w**s
And when the job was nicely done
She gave her father forty one!

[now the song]
Yesterday in Fall River, Mr. Andrew Borden died
And he got his daughter Lizzie on a charge of homicide.
Some folks say she didn't do it, and others say she did
But they all agree Miss Lizzie B. was a problem sort of kid

'Cause you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
Not even if it's planned as a surprise
No, you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
You know how neighbors love to criticize.

She got him on the sofa where he'd gone to take a snooze
And I hope he went to heaven 'cause he wasn't wearing shoes
Lizzie kind of rearranged him with a hatchet, so they say
And then she got her mother in the same old-fashioned way,

But you can't chop your momma up in Massachusetts
Not even if you're tired of her cuisine
No, you can't chop your momma up in Massachusetts
You know it's almost sure to cause a scene.

Well, they really kept her hoppin' on that busy afternoon
With both down and upstairs chopping while she hummed a ragtime tune:
They really made her hustle and when all was said and done
She removed her mother's bustle when she wasn't wearing one.

Oh you can't chop your Momma up in Massachusetts
And then blame all the damage on the mice
No, you can't chop your Momma up in Massachusetts
That kind of thing just isn't very nice.

Now, It wasn't done for pleasure and it wasn't done for spite
And it wasn't done because the lady wasn't very bright,
She'd always done the slightest thing that mom and pop had bid
They said, "Lizzie cut it out!" so that's exacty what she did.

But you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
And then get dressed and go out for a walk,
No, you can' chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York.

You can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---

[shouted]
Shut the door and lock and latch it
Here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet!

You can't chop your poppa up in Massahusetts---

[shouted]
Such a snob I heard it said,
She met her pa and cut him dead!

You can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---

[shouted]
Jump like a fish, jump like a porpoise
All join in in a habeas corpus!

No, you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York!


[original production number in New Faces Of 1952]

Cadillac On 22's (David Banner)

[Intro]
It's gon' be aight though (ohh)
This one's for you, yeah!
Cadillacs on 22s...
Pimp my voice and mack these beats..

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
Cadillacs on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice and mack these beats and
Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey!

[Verse]
God I know that we pimp
God I know that we wrong
God I know why she talk about Moet all of my songs
I know these kids are listening
I know I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I know these balls are talking
Lord I wanna do right
I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night
Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay that Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs
He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling
And shit wrong wit balling
But my soul is just stelly [steadily] balling
And the ** and the dead, and the other jail
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell?

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Lord they hum Andre Jones
Lord they hum Reynold Johnson
Lord I wanna fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me something
My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothing
My heart is stelly pumping
My heart is stelly breaking
Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of taking
Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo will and grace
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first place
Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark
Feeling so cold, Lord I'm feeling so old
I dunno if I can take this world right here no more
22 inch rims on the 'Lac
I guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back

[Chorus] (2x)

Mitt Band (Karpe Diem)

Yo!
Jeg veit ikke jeg ass… Dude…
Detta er den første mixtapen jeg er med på
(hei, hva gjør du her a?
Hva skjer med at du skal være med på den mixtapen her?
Hei stikk!!! Ett vers! Nei, stikk!!!)

Føler meg oversett i Karpe Diem
Ingen vil ha meg med på mixtapen sin
For alle ”headsa” syns at jeg er så lame
Så jeg blir oversett i Karpe Diem

Så jeg går av scenen.
Står alene
Chico får no props før han åpner med
”zup, hva skjer a? Jeg er best i Karpe.
Jeg som droppa ett vers på Quest sin plate!”
Headsa bare
”Å lø! Det er Han! ChicoSepoy, skal du ha øl, eller mann?
Jeg lover, du er wolla den råeste karen!
Pliz gi meg, pliz la meg få en autograf!”

Er det rart jeg blir gal, ja jeg klarer ikke detta!
Hvert fall når han dropper en beat og tar en acapella
Alle klapper og ler ja, og alle som en
Tar en tusj eller penn for å write det ned
Og de fighter om sight for å bite litt
Og kaster flasker og lighter på meg fordi
De mener chico er tight, men det er feil å si
Dude, jeg veit at det er jeg som har feite rim
Han er god, men jeg syns at det er leit å bli
Nummer to og han vimsete heite fyren
Som er bleikest og teitest i Karpe Diem
Men det er greit når jeg veit at jeg er streit og fin, så

Føler meg oversett i Karpe Diem
Ingen vil ha meg med på mixtapen sin
For alle ”headsa” syns at jeg er så laim
Så jeg blir oversett i Karpe Diem
Diem (x 9)

Han får chicks til å ta på seg no sminke til
Jeg er spinkel, det er Magdi de vinker til
Og jeg veit det er no kinky de hinter til
For på byen etter gig, får jeg ingenting
Jeg sier det til damer, det er han som er wack!
Åffer står du og glaner, det er han som er wack!

Så til alle damer, her er et forslag
”er Magdi singel”
Bitch, er du åndssvak?
Fack Magdi, jeg er så lei
Er det noen som er deilig, så er det meg
Sorry hvis jeg virker litt gretten nå,
Men alle damene som digger meg er tretten år!
Magdi bader i damer, jeg legger på
Når han forteller det på telefon’ etterpå
Samma hvor vi er, det slår aldri feil
Og det ender bare med at jeg

Føler meg oversett i Karpe Diem
Ingen vil gi meg head og ta med meg hjem
For disse chicksa syns at Magdi er pen
Så jeg blir oversett i Karpe Diem

”Chico, du veit at du er eneste for meg,
og jeg er gla’ i deg, men jeg vil heller ha med Magdi hjem.”

Føler meg oversett i Karpe Diem
Ingen vil gi meg head og ta med meg hjem(fack magdi)
For disse chicksa syns at Magdi er pen
Så jeg blir oversett i Karpe Diem
Diem (x 9 )

Ketchup gir alle damene lyst til å kaste klærne og tafse som gærne
Ketchup gir alle pene damer lyst til å ty til vold og begynne å skyte folk
Min ketchup
Min ke-ke-ke-ketchup
”ehh, kunne du gått herfra? unnskyld, det er stengt!”

Først Til Sidst (Shu Bi Dua)

Der er ting i livet
man husker til man dør
den første mand på månen
- Otto Leisner's gode humør
men midt i hjernen
der ligger der en klat
med minderne om den første et-tag-fat
hvor skoven blev grøn i december
en mønt i en brønd og en sang
Do you remember den allerførste gang.

Den første elskov kommer aldrig tilbage
Den første elskov har den hedeste gnist
gid man ku få den første til sidst.

En bi har vinger
og blomsten har sit blad
men når klokkerne ringer
får man brug for hvem ved hvad
og sker det siden
så er det en kopi
for tiden er løbet med din garanti
for at skoven blir grøn i december
en mønt i en brønd og en sang
do you remeber den allerførste gang.

Den første elskov kommer aldrig tilbage
Den første elskov har den hedeste gnist
gid man ku få den første til sidst.

Den første elskov kommer aldrig tilbage
Den største elskov har den hedeste gnist
gid man ku få den første til sidst.


Video


An awesome song from the movie 'Garv'..Heart Touching Lyric and nicely sung by Sonu Nigam.




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